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The Arcana characters during the Covid-19 pandemic: Part 1 (Asra, Julian, Valerius)

hi everyone! i felt really happy whilst writing this. in each set of headcanons, the apprentice lives with that character! i don’t specify if there’s anything romantic or sexual going on between them though. this is VERY detailed, i’m still writing out muriel, nadia, portia, and lucio’s headcanons so they’ll come in part 2 <3 i hope you enjoy!! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27529276/chapters/67324228

Asra

asra hosts weekly magic workshops (covering very very basic magic) with the apprentice over microsoft teams 💻 each workshop has a small fee, with all proceeds going to local vesuvian charities like mask suppliers, and food banks (who he tries to donate extra food to every week) supporting the poorest amongst their population. it was the apprentice who first suggested he do this, on a day he was feeling really afraid in the face of the pandemic.

i think he has days when he feels really helpless and trapped – and it runs a little deeper than cabin fever and restlessness. other than the pain he’d experience if he lost the apprentice again, being unable to do things freely is the worst situation he can think of... as much as asra prioritises the apprentice’s mental health, he doesn’t practice emotional expression a lot. he truly strives to be there for the apprentice and even when he remembers how they suffered after coming back...asra only cries silently at night when they are asleep – when he knows they can’t hear him. 

that’s part of the reason why he’s always seemed so mysterious in the game — growing up without his parents meant that he learnt to push down his fear and put on a brave face... and one of the reasons why he goes on trips without much explanation is to escape reality for a bit. he lets his vulnerability show only on the worst of days (like the day the apprentice died). on days where asra feels really afraid of the world and defeated, the apprentice takes over his shop duties and brews much more lapsang souchong than usual to comfort him. so much that even passerbys outside the shop are caught in the smokiness of it! unlike the red plague, every community in the world is affected, and there is nowhere for asra to escape to. this includes nopal. after vesuvia’s Covid-19 situation gets better though, he and the apprentice stay there sometimes as a mini vacation of sorts and it brings him peace 🏜

asra’s leading an effort to make high quality masks more accessible to vesuvians. in fact, that local mask provider i mentioned earlier is his initiative. he set it up after seeing people buy all the beaked plague doctor masks (the PPE of vesuvia) that actual working doctors need access to. he would never admit it but, when asra thinks about the doctors, julian is the first who comes to mind. anyways, the masks asra designs are stunning. he spends tireless nights testing their 3-ply efficacy, and they aren’t just plain blue or white – there are intricate details imprinted on them through his magic 🔮 

i think asra would also be really into coming up with new herbal concoctions for customers, after he notices how tired people look from being indoors all day – for example, he’s developed an immune system-boosting drink that’s a gorgeous swirly purple colour 🍶 it’s similar to traditional chinese medicine. also he only uses ethically sourced, 100% local herbs (by local, i mean from nopal and the tarske forest, where muriel helps him collect wildflowers and herbs!!)  🌿 he uses spells to counter the toxicity of his favourite belladonna flower and it becomes a superfood staple of his concoctions

he goes out every couple of days just to gather herbs and ingredients for aforementioned concoctions, always prioritising the ones he makes for the apprentice and always making those sweeter, taking more time to create colourful depths in them that resemble galaxies. asra also makes particular effort to bring back a wide range of fruits from his local trips as it always cheers the apprentice up 🍈

asra invents the most effective, affordable, environmentally-friendly, non-toxic and skin-friendly hand sanitiser and because this magician is the sweetest person ever and cares much more about people’s lives than making a profit during the pandemic, he shares the recipe online for free & magicians all around the world recreate the hand sanitiser for their local neighbourhoods. he’s since been featured in a couple of “Top 10 People You Should Follow” lists in business magazines and there’s an online petition with over 200k signatures calling for his nobel prize nomination lol. asra insists he doesn’t care about fame but when the apprentice laughs about these recognitions, they always notice asra’s eyes crinkling

asra would also become a lot more active on his youtube channel. that’s right, he’s always had a youtube channel, he’s just had a million hiatuses because of all his adventures. he has around 20,000 subscribers (and a similar amount on instagram...his feed is colourful and full of pictures depicting his travels, the shop, and above all, the apprentice). since he’s decided to stay at the shop with the apprentice – who is actually a little more vulnerable than others to viruses, because of their “reborn” form – he has the time to post weekly videos again. i think asra wouldn’t want to show his face in any of the videos, and not on his instagram either... and it’s got nothing to do with his self-esteem – he just wants the focus to be on what he’s doing rather than how he looks. the videos vary from very domestic vlogs with titles like “what two magicians do in a day” to packed af guides like “🐍 SPELLS TO REFINE AT HOME 🐍” & “crystals that can calm you during these times” and his wildly popular “carving crystals i mined: in real time” ⏳ the apprentice is a permanent fixture in all of them <3 viewers always assume they’re together and whether they are or not...that’s for you to think about ;)

asra is big on healing crystals and gemstones. like really, really big on them. he always makes sure to inform his customers and audiences that they are alternatives and not substitutes, and that sicknesses need real medicine & they can’t just wear a crystal in place of a mask (bc that’s happened before and he felt so guilty for carving and selling the crystal in question) what’s strange is, even though he usually sources his crystals from other countries during his travels, there seem to more than ever all around the shop and the apartment upstairs..

when the apprentice asks about it, it turns out that asra goes mining alone in nopal! he doesn’t really like to mine the actual desert as he’s only ever dug up gold and silver there. one time, he accidentally stumbled upon a cave at the edge of nopal and – ever the curious wandering magician – he ventured deep within it and found amazing crystals and gemstones everywhere 💎 he never mentioned it to the apprentice because he always thought it was too dangerous for them to go, until they remind him it’s dangerous for him too. from that day onwards they go looking for crystals every weekend together :’)

if asra was living alone, he would be fine with just wearing a mask to go outside. but since he lives with the apprentice – and especially after what happened during the red plague – he’s not risking ANYTHING. he wears aviator goggles and eco-vinyl gloves when he’s in the market, just to be extra safe, though when he’s out foraging he takes off his mask because there’s usually no one else there & it’s way too humid. the apprentice likes to make fun of how steampunk he looks & the way the big goggles make his hair extra poofy  🤍 

Julian

julian is on the frontlines of the vesuvian pandemic response. with his experience as a doctor – specifically, a frontline doctor during the red plague who discovered the cure (!!!) – he is revered by new doctors and nurses, most of whom are volunteers. when the pandemic first begins, there aren’t formal hospitals or medical schools set up in vesuvia, so he has to make do by reopening his clinic in the centre city, as an alternative to valdemar’s one in the palace – which, quite frankly is the stuff of nightmares for most of the population

as you know, julian is universally loved by the vesuvian people... so the waiting list of the hospital branch he works at is ALWAYS full. patients always report how gentle and attentive he is and how comforted they feel in his presence. even though he has to wear a hazmat suit and the plague doctor beak mask, he is known for visiting the most severely affect Covid-19 patients and holding their hands in their last moments.

the apprentice brings different flowers to put inside his beak mask every day (this is a headcanon that i’m pretty sure originated from the writer telanaris on AO3!!) to give julian some small comfort amongst all the death and suffering he’s witness to every day. they go out to the tarske forest or even to nopal with asra, or sometimes alone. because julian mentioned wolfsbane was his favourite flower once, the apprentice picked some without knowing that they’re poisonous. long story short, they blacked out and woke up in his clinic with an extremely worried julian nearly in tears launching into a self-blame monologue, about to black out himself from staying by their side the whole night

i also think julian would be featured in the news a lot and sometimes pretty randomly. he gives official weekly Covid-19 updates on the main vesuvian tv news channel – though the apprentice stands in for him after the first two weeks (he tries very hard to refuse their help because he doesn’t want to burden them, even though they assure him they actually want to relieve him of at least one of his burdens since he’s a full-time pandemic doctor – and because he almost fainted from exhaustion the second time. the apprentice kindly, but sternly asks him to take care of himself too, as he does everyone else)

he would just be on the news in general too...his random acts of kindness would go viral on social media – “Vesuvian Doctor Helps Elderly In Race for Toilet Paper.” ❤️ “Local Doctor Delivers Groceries for Struggling Families.” and his “grandmothers” in nevivon always get excited when they see him on the news and send letters to congratulate him (much to his embarrassment). julian would also go viral on twitter. one photo of him has 100k retweets: “oh my fcking god i just rounded the corner and there’s this really fucking t a l l man handing out free bottles of sanitiser. i don’t need to see him under his plague beak to know he’s hot af HELP” and the apprentice would retweet it saying “so proud of my bf” and the internet would go wild over this comment. it’s up to you to decide if they’re actually together or not hehe bc who knows the apprentice might’ve meant best friend 🤷🏻‍♀️

he sets up a youtube channel with no profile picture or description to upload a single video... “How to PROPERLY use hand sanitiser!” and all the comments are just about his looks and voice 😚 it reaches cities outside of vesuvia and because the hand sanitiser in the video is locally made (by asra!) it quickly becomes sold out by either those who don’t know how to do magic or people without access to the products being replicated by other magicians... because a lot of them actually marked up the price :(  + even communities that are afraid of magic buy it because asra’s detailed method and julian’s instructive marketing combined are that effective. a power couple... in another life, perhaps 💫

julian would then be invited to do a city-sponsored video guide on how to wash your hands (the idea is helmed by nadia, of course, who recognises the usefulness of his newfound fame). not only would he be extremely exhausted from full-day shifts, he’d also be overthinking to the point of hyperventilation before filming starts – but he surprises the apprentice with how professional and clear he is in the videos. a true thespian at heart, instead of happy birthday, he improvises on set and sings an old tune from nevivon instead as he washes his hands for 20 seconds 🌊 lemme just say...his hands also go viral lol. also, julian could be a tik tok star if he wanted to. he’s certainly got the moves for it, and can easily achieve the e-boy vibe – plus, he’s gone viral on there several times already!

even though julian doesn’t seem to care when he’s in danger, he’s very meticulous when it comes to the apprentice’s safety. living through his second pandemic and working with patients first hand means that he is very aware of how severe the situation is. every morning he prepares a 99:1 water:bleach ratio spray to spray his shoes when he comes home. he refuses to even touch the apprentice (for fear of passing on anything from the clinic) before he’s taken off his mask, thrown it away safely – then showering and washing his hair thoroughly.

having grown up in nevivon, i like to think that julian is really environmentally conscious, especially with regards to the sea. he used to go diving in the sea to retrieve trash, and as a young man he made a habit of going to the docks every weekend to remove plastic containers and wires from around the necks of salt seals 🌫. so, no matter how tired he is, when he comes home to the apprentice, julian never forgets to snip the ear loops of his surgical masks in half, as he knows sea creatures can get caught up in them. i’m sure he makes a second youtube video at some point to talk about this issue. tldr julian is an environmental activist <3

Valerius

so it’s been a long while since valerius was freed from you-know-who. his personality has definitely changed a lot since then... he’s back to his old and real self (which we never really saw in the game) 🌄 he works side by side with nadia now, not only as colleagues but also genuine friends, and he oversees the health department. he sets up dozens of hospitals and more general clinics in and out of vesuvia, consulting experienced doctors in vesuvia like julian as well as officials from neighbouring countries and states. as a side note, valerius is actually a very humble person and the most attentive listener you will ever meet. people from neighbouring governments & royal households admire him immensely as a result <3

out of everyone, i think valerius would be the most careful during the pandemic. during the red plague he witnessed lucio’s illness up close and it’s had a profound impact on him. he worries about the apprentice, a lot. more than anyone who knows him expects him to. he’s always the first to notice and remind them if their mask is falling down their nose, or if they’re about to rub their eyes with unwashed hands. you will never catch him forgetting to wear a mask or touching his face at all when he’s outside. he takes the time to use disinfectant wipes to clean everything he brings back home one by one, and though valerius is adamant it’s not the apprentice’s responsibility (because most of the things are usually files from the palace he has to go through before the next morning or things he brings back from the market) the apprentice always insists they want to help out :’) so it becomes a nice daily evening ritual, sitting together on the floor after returning from the palace, cleaning their things in silence together 💜

speaking of things he buys, valerius loves the marketplace. he discovers it one day by accident when looking for a bouquet of 🌹 red roses 🌹 to bring back for the apprentice, who was particularly upset that day after helping valerius out at the new hospitals and not being able to help any of the patients as much as they would have liked with their magic. when valerius stumbles across the marketplace, he is absolutely amazed by the colours and smells that surround him. he spends a lot of his free time and lunch hours looking through jewellery stalls – especially hairpins and hair sticks. 

anyone looking at him would be able to see how much care valerius puts into maintaining his hair. because he washes his hair every day (to avoid bringing any Covid-19 related germs into bed), and because being free from you-know-who has made him a lot more open to magic... not to mention because he actually lives with the apprentice now 💜 i think valerius would also consult asra about magical hair masks and conditioners, to keep his very long and thick hair healthy and soft, despite washing it every day.

he knows from accidentally overhearing asra a long time ago that the apprentice loves pumpkin bread, so he asks around for hours until he finally finds the baker’s stall 🍞 it takes hours because valerius is really bad with directions and gets lost a few times... it doesn’t help that he’s distracted by all the different foods and jewellery that he’s never seen before (he picks up a nice ring for the apprentice, and yes he’s so attentive and familiar with jewellery that he guesses their ring band size correctly). from that day onwards, once or twice a week, he wakes up a little earlier than usual to sneak out of his estate and buy the bread, so that the apprentice can enjoy it – freshly made, warm, and their favourite – for breakfast 🥣

yes, he has an estate (this mr. darcy-like headcanon is from jane_ways on AO3!!) and he treats his household employees very well, offering paid leave for all of them so that they can stay with their own families. in their absence, he proves to be an incredible cook, albeit a little rusty because he hasn’t cooked anything substantial since being under you-know-who’s influence and because he’s been too busy at the palace to eat anything that isn’t catered. 

due to social distancing, the apprentice and him eat in a lot more – valerius is very ambitious and soon moves past making homemade dishes... he cooks blown out, elaborate dinners and prepares creative and (visually) beautiful packed lunches to bring to work 🍴 whenever the apprentice has to work late he brings them dinners inspired by the colours of the shop that day – he is hesitant to admit it, at first, but he’s always admired the crystals there, and he is often inspired by them in his food presentations. asra is ever perceptive and gifts him a few (polished amethyst because he used to be an insomniac, black tourmaline and selenite to keep you-know-who at bay 💎) soon after the apprentice frees him from the curse

i really see valerius as someone who against all expectations is really into hands-on work like welding and carving – things that can get messy. he’s slowly trying to get rid of it, but since he first started working at the palace he’s maintained a very prim and posh appearance. he really loves to weld jewellery like rings and earrings. before the pandemic began, he took a few classes in the marketplace – classes which are on hiatus now, of course. he's set up a little studio in his estate and wears a blacksmith’s apron and goggles and everything. it’s honestly quite the sight. whenever the apprentice is working longer hours at the shop making potions with asra, he goes into the studio to continue his projects. some of the ones he’s proudest of are: the pure-silver wine rack, the gold headbands and rings he makes for himself – and then for the apprentice too when they keep “borrowing” his – and his favourite of all is his first ever project: the cast iron skillet that took him over a week to weld. he hand engraved the apprentice and his initials onto its handle <3  you don't need to read any of this as a romantic gesture, because friends can definitely do the same!

i like to think that prakra managed the pandemic especially well, and that valerius sits down to have zoom calls with queen nasrin to discuss ways the two places can collaborate and help each other 👑 she becomes his mentor of sorts, as he’s still relatively young and inexperienced when it comes to governing a city-state like vesuvia. when nasrin visited nadia before at the palace, she was not a fan of valerius at all and was just as wary of him as nadia was. however she becomes very fond of him as a result of their collaboration, and even starts to see him as a son ❕ other than the apprentice, nasrin would be the second person valerius talks the most freely with. initially he is very reluctant to share anything about his life, let alone his past before landing the consul job – but he eventually opens up and nasrin plays a role in helping him move past his failures (his eyes are opened after the apprentice frees him, and he feels immense shame from how he didn’t lead vesuvia very successfully in nadia’s absence)

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Please overanalyze the shadows in his palace I am begging you.

@appleyjuiceboy​ / jester owns my braincells of course i would do this for u

Okay so i think its best if i go about the order of shadows we meet in the game so. I’m not going to go into the persona/shadows in maruki’s palace. I’ll leave that for some other day. Now! Lets hope i can remain fully coherent.

1) The fluffy haired noodle shadow we meet for (ka)sumi’s awakening

First off, look at the design of this shadow--it has the fluffy hair parted to the right like maruki, its androgynous figure, and that swirly face mask as well! The mask has two eyes, and it even looks like theres a smile there, lopsided. 

We have never seen any other palace shadow taking a similar shape as the palace ruler (except maybe the yaldaboath palace). Shadows are meant to emulate what the ruler thinks of as protectors of their heart. Maruki doesn’t trust anyone other than himself with this secret. And particularly at this phase of his distortion -- there are no scientists, to attendants, no patients. Just an empty, beautiful palace -- with possibly only one type of shadow and protector. The type that represents himself. 

(Also androgynous/nb maruki confirmed ?? yes)

Okay then lets look at what this shadow says to Kasumi.

Shadow: ... Heresy. You dare to spurn our lord’s mercy. Accept yourself... Our lord laments the foolishness birthed from your pain.

Having the context that Kasumi is Sumire here ... Because this scene comes about because Kasumi sees a cognitive version of herself (Sumire) blaming herself -- and so, a part of her is probably trying to remember that she is Sumire. Thus ‘spurn(ing) our lord’s mercy’. And yeah accepting herself as Kasumi instead of trying to remember that she is Sumire. 

But most important is the fact that Maruki’s palace shadows refer to him as a religious or god-like being (’our lord’s mercy’ calling back christian themes). Someone who is merciful and, most of all, does feel grief over one’s pain. Painting an ideal picture of a loving and caring god, ala abrahamic religions. This is a running theme with all the shadow’s dialogs. Let’s put a pin in this for now. 

These design shadows are seen again later in the container room of the palace. They’re slightly faster. The container room is a strange one -- because it doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of the laboratory/hospital/garden of eden thing going on.  While yes labs and hospitals do have storage areas, i cant imagine them being a container warehouse like this. I do headcanon that this is a storage area for the pain and suffering that Maruki has taken on from other people in order to heal them, due to his hyper empathy -- but i’ll analyse the room some other time. For now it’s interesting that the Maruki-like shadows are now relegated to this specific and really dark section of the palace.

Like the throne room/centre of eden that the Maruki boss fight takes place in -- He resigns himself to the darker gloomier parts of his palace. And the same goes for these shadows. This is where he belongs. 

Also abso-fucking-lutely we’re going to talk about how this shadow transforms when it ambushes you:

Skin suit opening up to reveal fangs and rows of teeth, and a formless monster inside. Maruki ... dude ... are you okay? If these shadows are meant to emulate him -- is this how he sees himself sometimes? HHh boy...

2) First lab coat wearing shadow at the start of his palace investigation

Prior to this, while we understood that Maruki was a researcher, it was never a defining feature of him. Like the first thing that came to my mind on Maruki was that he was just the school counsellor and snack purveyor. Now this entire researcher, scientist, side of him is in full display. And this is the most common type of shadow we see, some which are violent, and others are non violent. Maruki sees scientists as the main residents of his palace -- his drive towards investigation and discovery, to puzzling out the intricacies of the human heart, human mind, and human pain. To better further his ability to heal. But there’s also a sort of cold, methodical nature to these scientists. Their ‘healing’ is methodical, based in science.

This coupled with the religious reverence and ideology that their dialog suggests, is a nice contrast. Experiments, data, research, are people’s salvation. Not the simple belief of a deity or of a higher purpose -- but science. Science, in many ways, becomes part and parcel of their religious belief.

Shadow: Those guises ... You aren’t among those who desire salvation. Leave. You are unwanted intruders. Do not disturb our lord’s research-- this world’s salvation. Why do you willingly strive for self-suffering? Why are you reaching out to your own pain?

So here -- the shadow wants them to leave the palace well enough alone. To leave Maruki to his research, and to allow this reality to exist. They don’t want this to end violently and it seems like they’re okay with the trio not ‘desiring salvation’. And when the trio refuse to leave, the shadow asks them why they want to suffer. It’s something inconceivable to them. Maybe even challenging their resolve-- to reconsider their current path, which will only lead to more pain. Also ‘salvation’, ding, on the christian theme counter. Deliverance from above from sin, even redemption. Not for one person, but for the whole world. 

We see this type of shadow again before the scene in the auditorium. 

Shadow: You are misguided. Do not search for pain. Only tragedy awaits you beyond here. [After defeating it] Such a fool, rejecting our lord’s mercy. In that case -- witness it for yourself.

Same themes. Delicious. Lets move on now shall we.

3) Hastur -- the shadow that appears with Maruki at his reveal as his second-in-command / bodyguard

I don’t think i’ve talked about how much i love the lopsided smiles on these masks. Because i love it. it’s just the right amount of unsettling and creepy. fUCk. And the twitching, twisting, and the weeping blue paint that Hastur’s shadow form does before transforming is /chefs kiss. I wanted more.

Anyway, onto Hastur’s design. Not a labcoat this time, just an ordinary looking white suit with no tie. This is the only time we see Maruki have a bodyguard shadow -- something else he relies on. Hastur’s presence in this scene only shows how deeply afraid and uncomfortable Maruki actually is with intruders in his palace. This experience is a reminder that someone had come into Rumi’s parents house to kill him years ago (a theory for another time). Like that incident years ago, he doesn’t resort to violence here -- he did and does try to negotiate. But when that didn’t work, at least now he has something that can fight for him. 

( It is only in the second infiltration when we see Maruki actually take a more active role -- but I won’t get to that here. )

Hastur: Stubborn imbeciles, rejecting our lord ...

There is a running theme here, unfortunately. The shadows again cannot comprehend why anyone would choose to reject Maruki’s salvation, why anyone would choose suffering. And words like ‘foolish’ ‘misguided’ and finally ‘imbeciles’ here are all used to describe those who choose to reject it. While i do think Maruki only bends reality if the person wishes it (subconsciously or consciously), and does accept that there are people who won’t accept their wishes being granted and is aware of the reasons why-- He cannot fully understand or emphatise with it. 

4) These deformed Maruki-like shadows guarding the control room

Jesus christ above, i don’t like these, because they contrast with all other designs as these are more brutish and deformed. There’s used as gatekeepers at certain points of the palace, in the first control room, and later on in the brain-pod-room (my brain cells are stopping to work now excuse me) before the garden puzzle portion, at his final will seed and the entrance to the garden of eden.

We know Maruki isn’t a brute strength kinda person. And yet we see these few who’s only purpose is to defend certain things and areas with force. Its uncharacteristic, but at the same time, given the things that these shadows are defending -- it makes sense. No cunning, no wit, no negotiation, no compassion -- just forcefully defending very important parts of his heart and his work. 

Shadow (at the control room): So you dare defy His Excellency. You shall not interfere with our master’s work!

Shadow (brainwash room): Foolish rebels! You won’t take one step past here!

Shadow (entrance to garden of eden) : You?! I can’t believe you’ve made it so far ...

I had to do a double take on this. I think this is the only time this title ‘His Excellency’ has been used in the palace. While it is used for catholic bishops and that sort -- its mostly used in the context of heads of state, ambassadors-- more secular roles. The other times this shadow speaks is also similarly less reverent, less religious orientated. Of course this makes sense if the only function of these shadows is to use force to defend. They’re not the scientists or the first maruki-imitation shadows -- they’re not as devoted, and they dont have to be. 

5) Finally, these limbless noodles

This one is found during the horticulture portion of the palace. I can’t exactly figure out why. And as far as i can tell, they only appear in this portion of the palace.

As far as the design goes -- these are probably the most unhuman like. Slender, androgynous with only a mask. I’ve got nothing. Braincells ran out. Sorry!

(Haha androgynous maruki go brr)

SO! That’s it. thanks for coming to my ted talk and following me down this rabbit hole. I need to go and drink some fuckin tea. 

[kimamanitranslate]

Filled It With My Feelings Text Translation

Sorry it took so long, but I finished the text translation of Filled It With My Feelings, the Senyuu 10th anniversary book! I didn’t translate the Season 1 Episode 1 redraw though because I’m sure we can all recite what happens in there by heart at this point. 

As it’s an illustration book, the translation is meant to be read along with the pictures - you can purchase the digital PDF of the book at hiaruron.booth.pm/items/2329424. You should be able to purchase it through PayPal or some international credit cards.

I’ve included the text under the cut, but you can also read it on the Google Docs here. 

Please note I do not give permission to anyone to use this translation for scanlations. There’s a reason why I’m posting this as a text translation rather than as a scanlation - it reads perfectly fine along with the raw book.

However, feel free to use this for text-only translations to different languages, just send me a message about it.

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Title: Filled It With My Feelings 10th. senyu.

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[Panel 1] SFX (Slime): *squeak* SFX (sword): *slam*

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The story of Senyu first arrived on Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010 at 12:39 PM. Naturally, at that point, the name “Senyu” didn’t yet exist - a email was sent to my inbox entitled “A discussion about a new project.”

It was a rather vague email with few details, but at the time, I  was working as a day labourer in a certain distribution centre in Tokyo’s Ota Ward. As I hauled around boxes, my days were filled with uneasy thoughts of my future- I gave up on becoming a mangaka, I started work at an anime company but I quit there too, what am I going to do from now on? So I pounced on that vague email- Maybe this will shine some clarity into my life!

Senyu. was the product borne out of that email, and to my great appreciation, it really did shine clarity into my life. My future, which had been dark and uneasy, was illuminated bright by the light of Senyu. I would like to say that was why I made the protagonist’s name “Alba” - which means dawn - but unfortunately, that isn’t the case. I only learned the meaning of Alba’s name later - it was a total coincidence. 

Anyways, a lot has happened, but it’s now Senyu’s tenth anniversary.

Thank you very much. I never thought that I could continue for this long. This is all thanks to all of you, for supporting me all this way. 

Senyu. is a part of my life at this point - I don’t plan to end it any time soon, so I will be counting on everyone for their continued support.

Haruhara Robinson.

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Alba

While this may be obvious, the character I’ve spent the most time with in this work no longer feels like a mere “character” to me. 

He had a beta design with bangs. But since I thought he might seem more cheerful with his forehead showing, I settled on his current design. I intended to give him a haircut that was similar to characters like Kirimaru, but my lack of artistic skills at the time ended up giving him a hairstyle with a bizarre composition. 

I struggle now with how to draw his hair well.

Hero Symbol

I’ve always liked the idea of accessories that had the symbol of a hero, so wanting to have the same concept in my own work, I did my best to think up a design. I was really happy when it came out as merch.

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Ros

His backstory is really something!

I feel like he carried the entirety of Senyu’s serious plotlines on his back. I thought of Senyu. as like a story that uses the protagonist Alba to give the completed story of Hero Sion a happy ending? 

There were times when I was drawing things out that I thought, He feels kinda pitiful? But then in the story, Ros says, “Don’t judge people as pitiful by your own standards,” so then I thought, I-I’m sorry.

His equipment at the start was supposed to be like a machine that let him whip around his heavy sword like it was nothing, but everything ended before I explained any of that.

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Rchi

At the start, I just thought of her as a cute little girl. But gradually, she grew darker and darker, and by now, the dark aspects of her personality are a part of what makes her unique as a character.

Her hair accessory often disappears. Near the start, there was the explanation that it was confiscated when they were arrested, but beyond that it’s just because I forgot to draw it.

There was an explanation for why she was naked under her cloak during her first appearance, but I’ve forgotten it. I believe it was because since she was camping outside, she washed herself outside as well but her clothes were blown away by the wind - so she wrapped an old cloth around herself…?

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Foyfoy

The name “Foyfoy” was decided by an audience poll. At first, I was planning to make him Chinese-inspired, but before I realized it that concept had disappeared. His mark is leftover from that original idea.

Foyfoy’s hairstyle is one I drew often when I was a student. I often gave rivals or secondary main characters this hairstyle. 

I’m glad I could draw a design like this in an official work.

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Alles

A character drawn specifically with boobs that a Haruhara who was too embarrassed to draw boobs drew because “I can’t run from boobs!” The reason why I stopped drawing her midway through isn’t because of my embarrassment, but because I wasn’t used to drawing them, so since I never practiced it, I forgot how to.

Princess-chan

TL: This is written with the kanji for “Princess” rather than the katakana for “Hime” as her name is usually written.

She was meant to be a cute, elegant girl, so it shocked me when she immediately ended up as a violent character from her first appearance.

Since I hadn’t decided on a name for her, in the anime her name was listed as ???. I caused trouble for the anime staff.

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Rudolf

I can’t help but feel that eldery soldiers are cool. When I was doodling for fun, I often drew eldery soldiers.

Himendam

I thought of a development where a cute girl pops out from a nice big suit of armour, so I created the Himendam.

At the time, I thought, “This is a pretty unusual development, it’s great!” but now that I think back on it, it’s actually pretty common.

Slime

The first monster to appear. The first monster you fight should be a slime! Slimes should be blue! I’ve been influenced by Dragon Quest in that way.

I had this child of mine show up as your standard old monster in order to increase the impact of the panda who would show up right after.

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Minister

While I honestly have no idea why the minister is always standing next to the king, usually that’s the case in RPGs, right? 

So I had him stand next to the king in the same way. I feel as though his overall image is influenced by Magical Circle Guru Guru’s Kaya. While I hadn’t realized it while designing him, Kaya’s design affected me unconsciously.

The King

His whole thing was “a super serious old man that makes a stupid face during funny scenes,” but before I realized it, his stupid face became his default expression.

He just may be the nastiest character in the series, considering he wrapped up the entire world in his schemes for his own personal desires.

Mob Characters

The mob characters in my work tend to have this face. I like how they tend to make cutting comments while having non-descript faces.

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Suit

When Ros’ design went from complicated equipment to this thing, I was shocked at how much easier it was to draw.

I think this thing was what triggered me striving for easiness in my work. Can I blame everything on this thing instead of me? 

Just kidding, it’s all my fault.

Fake Foyfoy

If you don’t make careful enough observations, you can’t make a perfect disguise, and you end up in an idiotic costumed-character-like disguise. I wanted to use this plot device a few times more after this, but I didn’t have any chance to use it at all.

Mii-chan

Haruhara happens to have had a stuffed animal for as long as he can remember, and he still has it since he’s never been able to throw it away. I feel as though that stuffed animal served as the model for Mii-chan. In terms of his colour and overall atmosphere.

But my stuffed animal isn’t a pervert like him!

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Samejima

A delinquent overflowing with manliness. What’s with his hairstyle, I wonder. It’s actually pretty easy to draw. 

He just might never lose against anyone so long as he thinks, “There’s no way I can lose.”

Januar

I stuffed in everything my little sister likes into his appearance. “Straight-cut bangs, black-haired, one-eyed, droopy eyes.” But it isn’t as though I went and got her feedback directly so she might just tell me, “He’s not my type at all.”

I chose his personality based on my tastes- “A kind idiot.”

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Teufel

I thought of a “butler who doesn’t obey orders” around the same time as a “soldier who doesn’t listen to what you say.”

I wanted to have him appear at some point in the future, but then I saw a book called The After-Dinner Mysteries in a book store, which made me think- “M-m-m-m-maybe this book has a butler who doesn’t obey orders as well?!” So I panicked, ran back home, and drew out the head butler’s story. 

That’s why the head butler’s story was shoved in out of nowhere.

I read The After-Dinner Mysteries after I wrote in all the butler plot devices I wanted to use, and it was interesting.

At the start, Ros had his three burrs hairstyle so his design was differentiated from Teufel’s, but from Season 2 forwards I struggled with differentiating them. 

So Teuf-kun has been going through some small design changes, a bit at a time.

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Nisepanda

Before Dwango reached out to me, there was a manga I thought up with the plot “a zoo with an easily deceived curator.”

I planned to have a nisepanda appear in that work. The plot device was, “They thought it was a panda, but they were given a mysterious lifeform instead.”

Death Hot Dog-kun

A character that was born during the enthusiastic atmosphere during a meeting with my editor.

We happened to be eating hot dogs during the meeting.

I barely ever have these meetings for my other works, but for Senyu, I’ve been having meetings like this for years. So through sheer enthusiasm and cheer, things like mysterious characters and plot devices end up being created during the meetings.

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Dezember

Mysterious characters in manga often show up with their face cast in shadows. Dezember was born because I thought, “Why not make those shadows real?” But he ended up as a cooler character than I expected, using his shadows to attack and such.

I wanted to base him off of a toy for future plot developments, but I’m really glad I decided to based him off of dice. He became a really good character.

August

I think he’s actually a really nice person.

My editor for Main Quest really liked August, so whenever they got the chance they tried to push for more August.

Avril

A character that’s rather rare for Senyuu - one that just genuinely does bad things for bad reasons. I planned to draw her as really evil so you could tell she was a bad person, but she ended up just casually munching on bread - it really surprised me.

Neun

Back when his only appearance was a silhouette, I just wanted to make people think of that character at first. But now that I really think about the design I thought up for him after - isn’t he pretty cute?

Juli

Just like Foyfoy, I often drew characters with this hairstyle back when I was a student. I usually gave it to trustworthy ally characters. I like his design and personality quite a bit - sorry I haven’t used you much…

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The Shadows

It’s super cool to be able to split your body for each die face. I also feel like it’s a great character setting that each split has his own personality. A thought just crossed my mind - couldn’t I draw a manga just based around the Dezembers’ home life? 

...I guess it would end up like Osomatsu-san...? 

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Zwei

I wanted to use the concept that she was old despite her looks because she was a demon, so I had her dentures fly out - but now that I think about it, there’s other old demon characters, including some characters older than Zwei. So that would make her dentures a result of her own problematic lifestyle, not because of her old age…

Wanna Stab~

A mob among mobs, who ranked high in a popularity poll. I shall now grant him a name - “Phoenix the Rich”.

Mortmome

The stuff on his shoulder does some mysterious things, preventing his body from turning as well when the drill turns.

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The Great Mage

The cape he wears is very warm. His research assistants gifted him the cape as a present for his birthday sometime in his later years of life, as they were worried about his health. That’s why Alba always wears the cape.

Elf

He’s meant to be someone who knows the secrets of the world - but I can’t count the number of times I considered whether it would be better to just make him a regular old funny character. Good on you for surviving through all that, Elf!

Alf

While I did want there to be a “Elf’s best friend” character, I hadn’t thought about his name at all. So when it came time for him to appear, I really struggled with it. I wanted to make his name like Alba and Ros (Albatross) or Salt and Lake (Salt Lake)…

I may have struggled the most with Alf’s name among all my characters, considering I usually just pick names on instinct. 

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Salt and Lake and Lym

The Hero Academy trio. At first, I planned for Salt to become the Demon Lord, but when I sat down to draw everything out, Lake ended up in that role - it really shocked me.

I had always planned for the story to shift from the adventure setting of Seasons 1 and 2 to the school setting of Season 3. Though the end result is completely different from what I imagined. 

Season 3 was really fun to draw since it defied my expectations at every turn.

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Lyman

I wanted to draw a pathetic older man. I also want his scar to be because of some pathetic reason like “He tripped at a bar.”

Elmer

I reused the soldier design I thought up prior to thinking up Alba and Ros. He’s a little older than Rchi.

Justice

Justice is her ally. In other words, I wanted to make a character where no matter what she does, “I’m doing it, so it’s just!”

But it was too difficult to figure out how to deal with a character like that, so I ended up just making a regular old hotheaded reckless character. 

In the end though, she ended up as a character I quite like.

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Grandpa

A character who loves money. Since I love characters who love money, he’s a character that’s fun to use. It doesn’t actually have to be money, I like characters true to their own desires in general.

Hasegawara-kun

He was originally meant to be a silent character, but I got the urge to make him talk right before I was going to send in the manuscript. Since I wouldn’t make it if I typesetted his speech, I wrote his lines myself. By writing his lines in a way that can only be expressed through handwriting, I made it seem like I planned that from the start.

I made his speech typesetted again after I did that plot where he speaks super eloquently. 

Rib Man

He requires no explanation! 

It was funny when he moved in the anime.

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Sochi and Co.

There’s a game called Medabots - in that game, a character called Samantha leads a three-person team called the Screws. I’ve always liked that team since I was a kid. And then, I learned that my editor for Senyu was close with people who were involved with creating the original Medabots. So I had my editor tell them, “I want to put in characters I respect! Please leave it be!” 

Please google the Screws that I respect, I respect them.

Lucop

I had vaguely thought up what was going to happen until the end of season 4 of Senyu. But since I’ve done everything I originally thought up, F5 - which I’m drawing now - is all based on plot developments I thought up in +. 

-I’ve been saying that for a while now. Lucop as well was just a throwaway joke at first. But as I started moving him around, amazing developments like “Huh? No way… you had a past like this…?” burst out of him, and so he became the current Lucop.

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Midnight

A travelling doctor. As he treats his patients, he’s also searching for a cure to Mom’s mysterious disease. He’s a completely normal person with no special powers. He wanted Alba to become strong through his own power, not through familial connections.

Cecily

A mother who adores her children. I think it’s pretty amazing that she managed to raise Lake up herself and send him off to school despite being blown off to a mysterious place out of nowhere.

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Rchimedes the Second and his wife

Rchimedes the Second and his wife. (T/N: Yes, it’s written twice.)

Daromeon-san, who’s currently illustrating Kengan Ashura, was the one to draw the ridiculously beautiful backgrounds in the flashback arc in Season 2 when the Second was imprisoned. When I complained that I couldn’t draw it, he drew me amazingly beautiful.backgrounds. 

The Second’s design is based off of a mysterious preconception I have that “Demon Lords should wear raggedy capes.” Mama’s design is based on those soothing, kind moms you often see in anime.

The Mana Maker that he holds in this picture isn’t any particular Mana Maker. I just wanted to let a Mana Maker show up in a group picture.

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Rchimedes

While he’s tremendously evil, he ended up being quite loved. The Senyu characters I designed near the start wear clothes that I would never design now - I really think it’s amazing. Why did I dress him up in a jumpsuit when I decided to draw a Demon Lord?

On a side note, I imagined that the white part of his clothes peels off smoothly like tape if you pull at it from his neck. 

Crea

Since he took back his body from Rchimedes, his height shouldn’t have changed, but for some reason he mysteriously shrunk. 

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Originia

In a way, the story of these three marks the start of Senyu. Originia comes from me messing around with the the word “Original”. 

Rchimedes' scariest era just might be when he was living alone with Sion in Originia. Even though at first glance, it seems like he was living a peaceful, cheerful life with Sion, though occasionally getting beat up by him. But in reality, just what was he thinking deep inside, as he lived out his life, watching Crea and Sion?

Since I’m the author, I can generally imagine what my characters think just by thinking about it. But when it comes to Rchimedes during this time, all that comes to mind is “Scary scary scary”, and I can’t really think any further in detail.

I’m often asked “What’s Rchimedes’ original eye colour?”, but I think it was probably blue. I feel like I drew his eyes as blue somewhere, but I can’t remember…

Crea’s clothes slung around his shoulders that don’t fall off for whatever reason are actually sewn on - that’s why they don’t fall off. Crea sewed it on himself. While his threadwork is rough, it’s very sturdy. I think it’s wild and cool.

I showed a bit of what Sion did in the main story, but he generally did things like hauling supplies for hunting, looking far in the distance since his eyes are good, and going shopping in far-off cities for the village. Things like that.

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The two from Season 4 Episode 0

The two from Elf and Alf’s universe. Since Rchimedes’ magic research hasn’t progressed that much, they mostly fight with brute force. Since Crea never had his body stolen, he’s doing well. (He’s not doing well at all.)

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Creasion

When I was a kid, I read in a manga, “‘Hero’ isn’t something you call yourself - it’s a title you’re granted by others.” I remember thinking, “I see, that certainly makes sense,” and agreeing with it. I also thought, “While you generally think of heroes as being brave and splendid, the person who’s actually adventuring might not be able to stand expectations like that sometimes.”

Creasion may be a character borne out of those feelings of mine.

Ros, please have tons of sweets and smile tons as well.

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Sleepiez

When I thought of the name “Sleepiez” in Senyu+, I didn’t think much of it except “There’s an anti-Alba organization”. I also planned for Boss to be a new character. But after I took the time to think about it properly, the Sleepiez in their current form were born.

Thanks to the current Sleepiez being created, F5 was able to start even though I thought before “I’ve already done everything I want to do with Senyu, I can’t make another proper season.”

If there was no Sleepiez, I feel like + would’ve lazily continued, then at some good cut-off point, I feel like I would’ve been told, “Do you think it’s about time to end it?”

A tenth anniversary for example… it would’ve been a good cut-off point… how scary!

Boss

I can’t write about most of the Sleepiez members just yet, so I’ll be talking about Boss as their representative. 

Boss is an alternate universe’s Alba, so despite being Boss, he’s still Alba, and so I want to make him feel like Alba still. But since he’s Boss he can’t retort or make jokes, since it would ruin his dignity. So at the very least, I gave him Alba’s fashion sense to keep his Alba feel. Since his heart stained black and he became evil, his fashion sense naturally became eviller as well, but he’s still Alba, the base is still Alba. He’s wearing clothes that kinda feel like a middle schooler who just discovered fashion for the first time, like he hasn’t managed to go full evil in terms of clothes just yet.

Now I can keep Boss as Boss while still giving him an Alba feel! ...is what I thought, but… does he actually still have that feel…?

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Alba with Mana 

It made me happy that my wish for my protagonist to become the strongest at the end was granted. I thought up a lot of reasons for why only one of his eyes is red, like how it’s because his awakening is still incomplete, etc., but the number one reason is “it’s cool.” 

A single red eye is cool, right?! It’s cool right?!

Now that he can use his mana to some extent, he controls his overwhelming mana to hold it back, so his eyes are both back to black now.

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SQ Senyuu.

I had this conversation once-

Y-san from Dwango told me, “I want to take Senyu to a magazine to have it serialized!” 

I thought it would be awesome if it actually happened, so I approved it. Then I was like, “If you do take it to a magazine, where would you take it?”

Then Y-san responded, “Well, if you say ‘magazine’, you think Jump.”

And I was like, “Nah nah, Jump would be impossible, ahahaha.”

I never thought that Y-san would actually bring me an offer for serialization in Jump - Y-san was way too capable. Since my personal experience with Jump all started from there, I’m really grateful!

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Afterword

Since I’ve remade Senyu Episode 1 many times before, I thought that I would never remake it again. But then I thought- why don’t I remake Episode 1 at the exact time it was originally released ten years ago, as celebration! So I ended up remaking it again.

But I think it may be my first time remaking it without changing any of the jokes or content.

[emsxworld]

NEW CHAPTER!! 😊

Two scenes in this chapter were inspired by art created by @negativesd09 and @emkayoh, I have linked their work in the end notes. 

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Ever since Peter Anthony Stark was born, he had become the definition of a Daddy’s boy, plain and simple. Perhaps it was because he shared two of his names with his father, or perhaps it was because his father had been there to take care of him and love him when his mother could not – whatever it was, one thing was for certain, Peter Stark absolutely adored him.

He was always smiling and giggling in delight when his Daddy was in the room. His first word had been ‘Dada’ and his first steps had been to toddle towards his astonished father when the mansion’s A.I notified the billionaire of the new progression occurring in the child’s nursery.

There was nothing Tony Stark could do wrong in Peter’s eyes. At times, he was the only one who saw through the protective layers the genius had built over the years to see the loveable; (for lack of a better word) dorky side to the apparent well put together billionaire and business tycoon.

Tony Stark wasn’t like his father. From the first time he held his new born son in his arms and gazed down in awe at the perfect little face with the tiny upturned nose, fingernails the size of a grain of rice and two beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes (an identical pigment to his own irises), he knew that he would not be Howard. He would not let his child feel neglected, worthless and the symbolism of disappointment as he had been growing up in the spotlight.

The love he had for Peter was indescribable, but those closest to him could see the irreparable bond Tony shared with his child. They were inseparable and so alike, not just in looks, but in their shared curiosity and urge to learn more, to thrive on in their own creative roots. Neither Pepper, Rhodey or Happy would ever deny that Tony was an excellent father. He had changed since Peter had arrived. The drinking and all-nighters were a relic of the past.

Now, Peter was the centre of the billionaire’s world. It hadn’t been easy at first, but the little boy who shared his eyes and his high IQ had wormed his way into the billionaire’s closed heart and Tony knew deep down that he could not live without Peter. One of the best parts about being a father was seeing the pure admiration and adoration in his child’s eyes and it was very clear even from the early days when the young Stark couldn’t even form words, that Peter felt exactly the same.

There was only one problem with this mutual strong connection the father and son shared. Peter had separation anxiety. He was incredibly susceptive to physical affection, which was all his father’s fault because the man couldn’t resist kissing those cute chubby cheeks and mop of curls on a daily basis whenever he cuddled his kid in his arms.

At the age of four, Peter hadn’t changed apart from growing a little taller and expanding his knowledge with the genius mind he had inherited from his father. He was still as adorable as ever and Tony just couldn’t resist the inevitable urge to swing his little one into the air, heart swelling with love as the boy squealed and giggled in infectious delight at the playful action, before bringing him down and planting small kisses all over his little face like there was no tomorrow. This type of hyper scene occurred on a daily basis and it was no wonder that Peter often craved this indulgent affection as he had been raised to expect it.  

Tony had been brought in a cold household with a detached and distant father. The only affection he received was from his mother and JARVIS, therefore as far as he was concerned he was entitled to ensure his own son knew that he was loved and cherished. Tony had very rarely experienced the tender, intimate moments he shared with his child when he was Peter’s age. He read to Peter, played with him, made him his breakfast, lunch and dinner and did everything with his son that Howard had missed out on.

As aforementioned, the only problem with his parenting style was that Peter couldn’t stand to be parted from him. Tony always dreaded the inevitable business meetings where he was required to be out of Malibu a couple nights at a time, because he knew his kid would be unhappy and there was nothing he could do to sway him.

His son loved Pepper, his Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy, but they weren’t his Daddy and no-body would ever be able to live up to the standards that his father had set. Tony never admitted it out loud, but the truth was that he hated being separated from his son too, even if it was easily perceived by Pepper when she witnessed first-hand how jittery and reserved the genius became when he couldn’t be with Peter.

It just so happened that another business meeting was just around the corner yet again. Both he and Pepper were meant to be there, and Rhodes was busy with his duties for the army, so that just left Happy to watch Peter whilst Tony was away for his eleven o’clock slot.

Happy was fond of Peter, but he wasn’t naturally attuned to children’s wants and needs and he often grumbled under his breath when he thought the others couldn’t hear when the little boy would cry or would enter his ‘bratty’ phase. It was very rare for Peter to do this, but it happened, as it did with all four-year olds from time to time.

Tony was keen to keep his boy distracted and entertained for the morning before he would have to leave. He had told Peter about the meeting when he went to wake him up early that morning with a gentle, warm hand stroking his son’s back to rouse him from his slumber and a soft kiss to his curls. The boy was too lethargic to properly take the meaning behind his father’s words in and had mumbled some incoherent words at the mention of the business meeting, before rolling onto his back and snuggling into the man’s sturdy chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of his Daddy’s neck.

Tony huffed a laugh at the gesture, well used to Peter being pretty unresponsive and even more clingy when he first woke up and the billionaire was only too obliged to hold his kiddo close and carry him to the kitchen to make some blueberry pancakes together and forget their worries. Heading down to the lab was the next point on the agenda.

The workshop underneath the main floor of the mansion was their favourite place. It had always been Tony’s main area of expertise, of course, as it allowed him to indulge in his genius ideas and creations and it was where he felt most at home.

As Peter was his little shadow, naturally that meant that the father had had to make a few changes to the lab to ensure it was safe for a baby to be in. The soft foamed area specifically designed for Peter, created by Tony, had been installed soon after his kid begun to display a certain neediness to be with his Daddy nearly twenty-four seven.

Peter didn’t spend all his time in his highly efficient playpen though. That was only reserved for times when his father was working on something dangerous like tasering some loose wires or working with small intricate designs which required tiny bolts and gadgets that were liable for little feet to accidentally tread on. Peter spent many a time in his father’s arms when the man wasn’t working with his hands, sitting in his Daddy’s lap and basking in the warmth and comfort that only a parent could provide.

When his son was a baby, Tony would often sit cross-legged on the floor, cradling the little one in his arms and browsing through online articles and profiles about particular topics and public figures. Peter loved the blue glow that came from the screens that seemed to float in mid-air…

…

…“Da!” The baby chirped, waving one small chubby arm at a photo of an old car model from the 1960s which the billionaire was interested in buying.

“Mhm,” Tony hummed, lifting his son so he was standing on the man’s legs to see the picture better. “What do you think, Pete? A worthy investment?” He asked, resting his chin on the top of the boy’s fuzzy chestnut curls.

Peter didn’t answer with any coherent words, but he babbled enthusiastically whilst waving his little fist, drool trailing down his chin.

The father deciphered that the only reason why his kid was drawn to this 1967 Shelby Cobra model was because it was blue. It was the colour of Peter’s nursery walls, even though this was a royal blue instead of the sky shade his room boasted, but it was smart lick of paint, Tony would give it that.

“A fitting endorsement if I ever saw one,” the billionaire remarked, tilting his chin to place a quick kiss to the top of the boy’s head, before leaning round the small body to wipe away the trail of drool with the sleeve of his long-sleeved Metallica top. The baby squirmed and wriggled but didn’t whimper as he was used to the man fretting over him. “You’re a little dork, you know?” He teased.

Peter’s little face broke into a big slobbery grin at his father’s playful tone and the tickly feeling of the beard which was scratching against the side of his face as the man leaned close to him.

He burst into a fit of giggles, Tony’s favourite sound in the world, which spurred him to grin and snigger at how perfect his little boy really was, nuzzling his face against Peter’s and scattering loads of small kisses all over his baby’s face.

“Yeah, you’re a crazy monkey, aren’t you? Crazy baby,” Tony joked between kisses, heart swelling with warmth when his kid squealed with laughter and wriggled even more.

Peter babbled some other incoherent words, but his delighted laughter was enough. Tony chuckled, warmly, rubbing his face against the little tuft of hair and closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet smell of the apple scented shampoo he had applied the night before and something that was distinctly Peter.

“Love you, baby,” the father murmured after a few moments once the boy’s infectious giggles had reduced and the gummy smile was all that remained. Peter snuffled and cooed, nuzzling into the man’s warmth and the two remained down in the lab for the rest of the day.

Pepper found them a few hours later in a rather unresponsive state. Tony was splayed out in the playpen, top discarded beside him and Peter was lying on his bare chest.

Both were sleeping soundly, cute little snuffles escaping the baby as he nuzzled into the spot right above his father’s heart and the man’s hand was resting protectively on the child’s back, jaw slackened in his relaxed state but the steady grip on his son never faltering.

Pepper downright cooed at the sight and immediately asked JARVIS to take a photo and a video; smirking when he replied with an almost response that could almost be described as fond (even though it was technically an AI): “I already have, Miss Potts.”

…

Tony loved that picture. He had plenty of photos in a file named ‘Peter Anthony Stark’, where JARVIS had been like his own personal cameraman; always being there to capture the moments, but that photo definitely had to be in the billionaire’s top five that they had collected over the past four years.

Lab time was still special, especially as Peter was big enough now to sit at his own desk and work on drawings or small DIY projects, whilst the genius tinkered a few feet away. It was the perfect way to keep his kid occupied for the morning until Happy arrived.

After devouring the blueberry pancakes, Tony scooped Peter up into his arms, licking his finger and wiping away the syrup which had spilled down the boy’s chin.

“Okay, I know you love your old man’s cooking like a champ, but you wanna try actually getting it in your mouth next time, buddy?” Tony teased, light-heartedly, tickling underneath his kid’s chin, eliciting approving giggles from the little boy as he squirmed uncontrollably in his father’s hold. “You crazy demon child,” the man remarked, indulgently, bouncing the boy on his hip and tickling across his little tummy as he wandered over to the staircase leading down to the lab.  

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Peter chirped, grinning from ear to ear and practically squealing when he realised where his father was leading them.

“Peter, Peter, Peter!” Tony replied on an instant, chuckling at the bright shine in his son’s doe eyes.

“Daddy, I wanna, I wanna dress up as you! I wanna be you!” He was vibrating with excitement, bouncing a couple of times as he was barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

“Really? You wanna look like Daddy today?” Tony commented in mirth, smirking at his kid as he typed the pass code into the security panel. Peter was currently in his space themed pyjama top and bottoms, but he had his trainers on just in case there were sharp objects on the floor.

“Mhm! Wanna be like you!” Peter expressed, enthusiastically with a serene nod, as if it was the most ordinary, everyday request. It definitely was for the son of Iron Man.

“Alright, kiddo. We’ll muck about down here for a bit and then we’ll get you in your armour,” Tony joked, thinking about the Iron Man styled onesie hanging up in the boy’s wardrobe.

They didn’t do anything too complicated as it was still early, and Peter was still tired, even though one wouldn’t know it by looking at the ecstatic ball of energy, but Tony knew that it wouldn’t be long until he crashed with the way his crazy kid was going on. The genius asked JARVIS to play some soft pop music for background noise and he let Peter sit in his lap as he sat in front of the monitors and messed about on the internet and make notes on his upcoming projects for an hour or two.

It was getting closer to eleven and Tony’s heart sunk as he realised he would have to leave Peter soon, which was made even worse because of how perfect the morning had been up until this point. He wanted to make things as smooth as possible by keeping his son entertained, but it almost seemed to have backfired back onto the man since he would have to ruin the relaxed, peaceful mood he had created.

Tony sighed, deeply, ruffling his son’s curls in the process from where his chin was resting on top of his head. He clicked off the document he had been working on and tilted his head to gaze down at his son, who was fiddling with an Iron Man action figure and one in the shape of an alien, making cute little “pow!” and “bang!” sounds as he made them fight each other.

The man brought his lips down and blew a small raspberry on the spot behind the boy’s ear, provoking him to snort and burst into peals of laughter, leaning against his father’s chest.

“Daddy silly!” He giggled.

Tony chuckled, warmly, hugging his kid close as he nuzzled his hair affectionately. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

He watched on fondly as Peter played with his fingers where his hand was resting on the boy’s tummy. His hand looked so big on his child’s small body and the innocent curiosity displayed by someone so young was incredibly endearing to the elder.

“You wanna get dressed, buddy?” Tony murmured into his son’s curls after a couple moments of just watching his kid observe his hands like he was seeing them for the first time. It was adorable and Stark never thought that he would describe something like that in his entire life. Stark men didn’t create adorable things; somehow Peter existed.

“I be like you now?” The boy asked, peering up at him with an excited grin on his face, adoration for his father shining in his brown eyes and Tony couldn’t help but feel blessed.

He smiled, indulgently, bending to drop a kiss to his son’s fore-head. “Anytime you want, kiddo,” he chuckled, swinging the boy into the air playfully and blowing another raspberry on his little pudgy belly as the pyjama top rose up from the sudden move and Peter squealed in delight, kicking his legs in his exhilaration.

Before he had his baby, Tony hadn’t been one for physical affection or physical contact at all for that matter. He never liked people handing him things and it was always Happy, Pepper or Rhodes who dealt with the personal one to one contact with investors and journalists. He had become so accustomed to behaving this way that upon the discovery that he had fathered a child, his first reaction was fear. He rarely opened up to anybody and the idea that he suddenly had a tiny human being to care for and raise terrified him.

The incredible thing was that Peter made it easy. He had literally fallen in love. Pepper liked to joke that her boss had become smitten with his kid ever since he first laid eyes on him and Tony didn’t even have the heart to argue. All of it belonged to Peter and he wouldn’t know it yet, but in a few years, Pepper would enter his heart too and he would finally open up fully to someone other than his son.

Until then, Peter would be the sole receiver of Tony’s physical affections. That’s what made the whole leaving predicament so much harder, because Peter relied on him for so much and only Tony knew all the little details about what his son liked and disliked, what he was afraid of, what brought him the greatest joys in life…he could go on and on. Even though it physically pained the genius to hear his child crying for him, he knew that Peter couldn’t live like this forever and they would have to get used to living their own lives as the boy grew older.

Tony carried the little one to his bedroom, heart sinking and stomach churning with dread as he placed the boy on his feet beside his bed and headed over to the wardrobe to grab the Iron Man onesie. He wasn’t ready for the next conversation he had to have with the gleeful little boy currently bouncing on the balls of his feet at the prospect of dressing up like his Daddy and blissfully believing that they were going to be spending the whole day together, but deep down the billionaire knew that it had to be done.

When he turned back around, he couldn’t help the warm smile that graced his features as his amusement caused the laugh lines around his dark eyes to crease and his lips to perk upwards, because Peter had taken the initiative to remove all of his clothes himself.

“You’re a terrific helper, buddy,” Tony chuckled, kneeling down to be at his son’s height so he could ask him to raise one leg to slip the onesie over his body, but he stopped to pull the boy’s underwear back up again. “Sorry, Pete, gotta keep yourself tucked away during the day,” he sniggered.

“Nuh uh! ‘m gonna be naked!” Peter giggled.

“Not gonna happen, pal. We want you to look your best for when Uncle Happy comes, right?” Tony said, pulling the onesie up over his kid’s shoulders and zipping it up. The comment left a bitter, sour taste in his mouth as it cemented the fact that he would be leaving his son in little more than half an hour.

“We goin’ out with Uncie Happy?” Lordy, this was going to be fun…

Tony smoothed the wrinkled fabric down and gently gripped the boy’s arms. “No, bud, you remember what I told you this morning when I woke you up? Your Uncle Happy is coming to spend some time with his favourite nephew whilst Daddy goes for his meeting,” he spoke softly and reassuringly, although it didn’t do him any favours because the moment his words left his lips, the boy’s face immediately scrunched up and his bottom lip trembled.

“No,” Peter whimpered. “Daddy stay with Peter.”

Jesus, the poor kid only now seemed to notice that the man was dressed smartly in one of his expensive suits.

Tony’s heart broke at his kid’s trembling voice and his little plea, as tears formed in his eyes. The father reached up with one hand to cup his child’s soft cheek and catch a fallen tear on his thumb as it fell.

“I’m sorry, baby, I wish I could. You know that I would stay and play with you all day if I didn’t have important work to see to,” the man explained.

“But Auntie Pep can do your work and you stay here?” Peter said, toying on his bottom lip with his pointer finger as his big doe eyes begged the man to stay with him. God, this kid was so damn smart, but he was so damn innocent still.

Despite the gloominess of the situation, Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at his kid’s optimism. “It’s not that simple, honey. Pepper isn’t the head of the company, so there are some things that she can’t do, but guess who can?”

“You,” the little boy mumbled, reaching up to rub at his nose as he sniffled.

The billionaire smiled, sadly, rubbing his hands up and down his son’s arms in what he hoped would be a comforting gesture. “Exactly, buddy, good job. If I don’t show up, then I would get a big telling off and you wouldn’t want that to happen to Daddy, right?”

“No…”

Tony couldn’t stand the completely dejected look on his kid’s usually beaming face; it felt like his insides were being ripped apart. “C’mon, Petey, lemme see that billion-dollar smile,” he coaxed, tickling the boy’s ribs and under his arm pits, two sensitive areas which never failed to get the little one giggling hysterically.

Peter only fidgeted a bit at the move, a stubborn pout protruding on his lips and he crossed his arms to effectively stop his father’s tickling and the elder had no choice but to take his hands away and raise an eyebrow at his kid’s attitude.

“If you can’t stay with me, then Daddy take Peter with!” The boy suddenly announced, tone completely deadpan and leaving no room for argument.

It was quite the statement from a four year-old child, but it amused the father because his kid sounded so much like him. He was just as stubborn and enthusiastic once he got an idea in his head and Peter clearly thought that he had just come up with a brilliant idea, judging by the satisfied glint in his eye, refusing to back down.

“I don’t know about that, buddy.” He couldn’t stop the huge smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, hands gently resting on his son’s hips as he spoke. “A lot of business people don’t like kids, they’re nasty old men who don’t care about anyone, especially little boys like you. You wouldn’t want to sit in a boring room with dudes like that, would you?”

Peter shook his head, his determination not once wavering even if the idea of scary old people scrutinising him did give the child some sense of anxiety. He didn’t care, he only wanted to be with his Daddy.

“I be with Daddy, bad guys don’ matter,” he stated. His fierce attempt at a serious expression was adorable, if not slightly worrying to the concerned father.

Tony caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows narrowing as he studied his kid for a moment in pure disbelief. He wasn’t usually left speechless by anybody and always managed to have the last word, but he was pretty much flawed. His four year-old had stunned him, but he supposed it wasn’t the first time Peter had done this, the little bugger had made him incredibly soft and Tony knew it.

He sighed through his nose, leaning forward to scoop the boy up into his arms, staring into his child’s eyes in admiration at his valiant efforts. He supported his son’s lower half with one arm as he playfully bopped his kid’s nose with the other hand, causing it to scrunch up as Peter giggled at the gesture.

“You’re incredible, Pete. Four years old and you’re already leaving your Dad lost for words, what is the world coming to, huh?” Tony spoke, jovially, shaking his head in wonder.

“Love Daddy!” Peter chirped, sweetly.

A soft look crossed the billionaire’s face, paternal love for his child glimmering in his chocolate brown eyes and he leaned forward to rub his nose against the boy’s, giving him an Eskimo kiss. Peter loved these kisses the most and he was in a fit of giggles immediately, squealing with delight at his father’s affections.

“Sir, Mr Hogan has arrived,” JARVIS suddenly announced. Perfect timing.

“Thanks, J,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to his son’s fore-head and making his way out of the boy’s room and down to the foyer. He braced the back of his kid’s head, allowing him to cuddle close since it was the least he could do, because he knew that he was in for one hell of a goodbye in a few moments.

Happy was just walking through the front door when father and son arrived, tucking the car keys into his pocket.

“Hey, Hap. Good drive?”

“As good as it can be. How’s the kid?” The driver asked, gaze drifting to the boy in his best friend’s arms. The sight certainly wasn’t anything new for him, especially when his boss had a business meeting.

“Sulking,” Tony smirked, bouncing his kid gently on his hip, who refused to move his face from the crook of the man’s neck.

“He been good his morning?”

“As good as he can be,” Tony retorted with a cheeky wink and a mischievous smirk. “Nah, he’s been great. He’s just a little cutie-pie, aren’t you, pal?” He spoke with a high lift in his voice, bouncing his kid and tickling across the boy’s rib cage, eliciting some high pitched squeals and bombastic laughter as Peter finally removed his face from the man’s neck.

“There he is, there’s my handsome little guy,” Tony beamed, pleased that his son was now smiling brightly. Speaking too soon… “Hey, Pete, Uncle Happy’s here, you wanna say hi?”

“Hey, buddy,” Happy greeted, walking up to the two with a kind smile.

“Hi, Uncie Happy!” Peter waved and reached over to give the driver a hug, Tony taking the opportunity to transfer the boy into the other man’s arms. Happy squeezed the child warmly and caught his friend’s eye, who smiled sadly and reached over to gently stroke his son’s hair.

Tony leaned in to press a quick kiss to the top of his kid’s head, murmuring in his ear, “See you soon, kiddo. Love you.”

He should have just left as soon as he placed Peter in Happy’s arms, because what followed was definitely all on him. He hated leaving his kid just as much as Peter detested it and it probably would have been better if he had just snuck out, so he didn’t have to put them both through the heavy emotions that came with their separation.

The moment the low goodbye left his lips, Peter suddenly burst into tears. His chest heaved dangerously with his heavy sobs and hitching breaths, both arms reaching out for Tony desperately.

“N-no, D-Dada, don’t go!” Peter howled, cries only increasing as he made grabby hands at his Daddy, whose pained expression caused Happy to make the quick decision to transfer the hysterical child back into his father’s arms. His wailing still persisted even when he was as close as he could be to the man.

“Sh, sh, shh, come on, baby, it’s alright. Shhh, it’s okay, I’m right here, Daddy’s here, sweetheart, shh…” Tony hushed, quietly, subconsciously rocking his son and nuzzling his fluffy curls, affectionately, placing delicate kisses across flushed cheeks and temples. The poor kid was bawling, his face bathed in tears and his grip on his father’s suit jacket exceedingly tight for one so small.

Happy watched on worriedly, eyebrows raised in concern at the boy’s complete meltdown. Tony usually managed to leave before things got this ugly, as Happy, Pepper or Rhodes were able to distract the kid with his Legos or some kind of game, so he wouldn’t bring out the waterworks like this. It wasn’t often that Tony got dragged away to these damn business meetings, so he supposed that it was just too much for the kid this time, as it had been a while since the man had been called away and it explained the extreme outburst from Peter.

The kid eventually managed to calm himself, but it took several minutes of Tony cradling him, rocking him and murmuring sweet nothings into the boy’s hair for Peter’s heart-wrenching sobs to reduce in their volume. He was still crying softly into his Daddy’s shoulder, begging for him to stay.

“Alright, screw this,” Tony spoke after a few more minutes, voice hoarse and rough as he stroked the back of his son’s head whilst continuing to bounce him with his other hand. “I’m taking him with and you’re driving.”

“Wait, you’re what?!” Happy exclaimed.

“There’s no fu-freaking way I’m leaving him here. C’mon, buddy, let’s get your toy,” Tony said, leaving no room for argument, as he hefted the boy higher on his hip and headed back towards Peter’s bedroom. Happy was left standing in the hallway, completely flabbergasted.

The billionaire didn’t relinquish his hold on his son as he allowed the boy to reach for his Iron Man figure, but before he could dash back to Happy, Peter’s squeals of protest stopped him.

“What is it, Pete? We’re gonna be late.”

“Want my crayons, Daddy!”

Tony sighed, grabbing the colourful box that was sat on Peter’s dresser and a little notebook, stuffing them in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, before making his way back to the foyer. He didn’t care that he shouldn’t be giving in to his kid’s desires like this; he couldn’t stand listening to those horrible cries and begging anymore, and he figured it would just be easier for everybody if he brought Peter with. He could worry about what the board members would think later.

“Right, let’s go,” Tony ordered, slightly breathless from all the running around, but he was pleased when the driver simply shrugged and followed him to the car. He could always count on Happy to just trust his judgement and go along with whatever he came up with, even if it was ridiculous.

Tony climbed into the back seat, sitting Peter in his lap and pulling the seatbelt over the both of them. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically and he didn’t have the heart to force the kid into his own seat, not after the huge meltdown he had just witnessed. Happy immediately pressed the button to slide the privacy screen up the moment father and son got themselves settled.

Peter appeared pretty content with their seating arrangements, sitting sideways on his father’s lap with his legs stretched out across the next seat and a small smile on his face as he nuzzled it into the man’s sturdy chest. Tony was aware that it wasn’t the safest position for the boy to be in, but he trusted Happy to get them safely to this damn meeting and there was no way the genius was letting his kid leave his arms now after their eventful morning. He felt like he was going to get whiplash soon with all this hot and cold, but he supposed this was what it was like having a little human that took after him.

Tony was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt Peter rummaging inside his suit jacket, fishing out two crayons, one bright red and the other yellow. His other hand was still accommodated with clutching onto his Iron Man figure, which he held close to his chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“What’re you up to, buddy?” Tony asked, fondly, gaze soft as he watched the boy.

“Dwawing,” Peter said and before the man had a chance to decipher what on earth his son was saying, his kid reached up and drew a big red line down his father’s cheek.

Tony should have pulled away, any normal person would if they were expected to look their best at an important business meeting in less than ten minutes. No. The only movement he made was to smile, affectionately, allowing Peter to colour all over his face. God knows what he was mapping out, but Tony simply gave him the freedom to do it.

“We match now, Daddy,” Peter giggled after a few more minutes, giving a little bounce of excitement in his father’s lap as he beamed proudly.

Tony raised an eyebrow at this and took his phone out of his pocket to get the camera up and observe his reflection. Peter had attempted to draw a replica of the Iron Man mask with about as much accuracy and detail a four year-old could muster. It was pretty hilarious considering the fact that if Peter really wanted him to take on his alter ego image, he could have just pressed a button on his StarkWatch and the armour would be there in less than five seconds.

The genius scoffed at his very narcissistic image, but there was no possibility that he was going to spoil his kid’s enjoyment, so he simply cuddled him close and kissed his little nose. “Good boy, you did a great job,” he murmured, resting his fore-head against his son’s and smiling when Peter hummed happily at the praise.

Despite Happy’s excellent driving, they still turned up at the offices about fifteen minutes late into the two hour meeting and Tony gave a little sigh as they pulled up around the back. He secured his hold on his son and climbed out the car, giving his friend an appreciative pat on the shoulder, before dashing into the reception area.

The female receptionist gave him a strange, yet slightly bemused look, but he wasn’t surprised considering the current state of the normally well presented Tony Stark and his young son who was usually kept out of the public eye. A small smile quirked at the corner of her lips as her gaze trailed over the drawing on his face, but she politely chose not to comment on it and sign them in.

Tony took the lift to the top floor, tapping his foot impatiently as he watched the number dial slowly increase.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?”

“Will you still be in twouble?” Peter asked, blinking up at him with wide curious, innocent eyes. “Late?”

“Naahh, I’ve got my armour on. Nothing can get through that, you’re keeping me safe, kiddo,” Tony chuckled, brushing some hair back from his son’s fore-head, who grinned at the comment.

As soon as the doors binged open, the billionaire was off like a shot towards the correct room, not even pausing to knock and instead opting to head straight in. The door banged against the wall as it was slammed open and every head in the room whipped towards the source of the sudden loud noise, many jumping upright in their seats.

“Sorry I’m late. Peter was a nightmare this morning,” Tony said, walking over to the nearest free seat, which happened to be right next to Rhodes.

Everyone was too stunned to speak at the baffling sight of their boss with crayon all over his face and his child dressed in what appeared to be Iron Man pyjamas, clutching an Iron Man figure in his hand as he played with it quietly and ignored the onlookers.

Tony collapsed in the chair, sitting Peter on the table so that he was facing him, and he could give his arms a rest. He didn’t even need to look in his best friend’s direction to know that he was currently on the receiving end of one hell of a perplexed stare.

“Don’t even ask,” was all the exhausted genius could muster, only glancing at him in the corner of his eye.

“Tony…” Pepper, who was standing at the front and had been leading the presentation, sighed vehemently, bracing the side of her face with her hand in despair.

It would be many years later when those closest to Peter would look back on that bizarre turn of events fondly and they would always view the day that Tony Stark decided to take his clingy son to a business meeting as one of the best examples of the billionaire being a great parent. Tony liked to secretly agree.

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starburst matchup 

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hello! thanks for doing this with me, i think it's such a cute idea! i hope you don't mind that i've went with a more narrative approach with this matchup, i have never done one in my life D: 

you have been matched with komori motoya! 

falling for you!

komori met you at a community volleyball club. he doesn't visit too often, with the responsibilities of his own high school club, but he likes to play when he can. one particular day, he entered the community centre and saw you in all your 5'6 glory. the last time he came, he didn't see you in the crowd of familiar neighbourhood faces. you stood further towards the back of the hall, fidgeting with your fingers. this image looked all too familiar to komori, the cousin of a particularly standoffish ace. a sympathetic pang in his chest and he walked over to you, smiling as your eyes met his. 

you both traded names and he noticed that you were a little quiet. that was okay, he could talk around that. and he did, asking you questions and trying his hardest to make you feel comfortable. taking glances at your face, he saw the corners of your mouth turn upwards and noted that it was working. 

was it weird that he was enjoying it? 

komori doesn't remember too many things about that day. the volleyball match was fun and he remembered doing a really good receive. the rest of his memories from that day were filled with you. you and your shy smile, you and your dark chocolate eyes, you and your cute jokes. sure, you could've been the same as every other girl he's met in his life but there was something so discernibly about you. something so outstanding that he felt couldn't be matched. he couldn't put his finger on it so he made it his mission to finally put a name to this feeling. 

he found that the second he mentally declared his manhunt to define his thoughts on you, he was seeing you everywhere. he spotted you at the convenience store, he bumped into you at the dog park and he saw you at school. he saw you at school? komori was mildly surprised to see you in the cafeteria of his school, which was your's too. you weren't all too shocked, you knew about him through volleyball monthly but you didn't want to tell him that you did. 

five minutes of conversation and he discovered that you were both in different classes. no wonder why he never saw you around. or perhaps he did but he never took notice of your sleek black hair. he was always accompanying sakusa anyway so he didn't really notice anyone outside of his club or his class. 

somehow, someone mentioned the upcoming exam season. you declared your conflict with standardised testing, he proclaimed his struggle with revising content in return. it became very obvious to komori that his chance to understand you more intently was here; he could ask you to study with him! talk about killing two birds with one stone. you agreed to his plan with a gentle smile and he felt his heart flutter. was it the satisfaction of your agreement or was it something deeper? 

he decided that the answer would come to him later, not now. 

after the much anticipated study session came another one, and another one, and then studying morphed into free time. and then free time morphed into a weekly friday night hangout. unbeknownst to him, one of the beloved friday nights would become a vehicle for his romantic epiphany.  

komori enjoyed this turn of events. as much as he wouldn't admit it out loud, komori realised that he enjoyed your presence too. maybe a little too much. every second he spent with you, he felt his heart racing faster than it ever did after a volleyball match. it didn't help that your accidental touches made it accelerate even more. he didn't think that was even possible. it was impossible to not drink in the sight of you. the glow of your face, your silky dark hair, your gleaming brown eyes. perhaps you might’ve found them boring and painfully average but he thought you were the prettiest person he’d ever had the pleasure of perceiving. 

his fixation on you extended past your outward appearance and dove right within your mind, your heart, your very soul. he loved the sound of your laugh, the noise was melodious to him. he loved your sense of humour, all of those puns and dad jokes were right up his alley. hearing them made his heart flutter even more. he loved your hardworking nature, your love for the rain, the passion you put into everything you adored. 

he loved you. 

komori saw your widening eyes in his vision and suddenly he was brought back to the cold of your living room, back to the dark of the midnight sky, back to where he was sitting right now; next to you on the timber floorboards. the neon light of the television reflected on your pretty face, the movie playing on the screen long forgotten in favour of you. 

the realisation that he said that out loud hit him right in the chest and he felt like he was going to pass out. komori felt the air enter his lungs again when he heard you reciprocate loud and clear. 

you loved him too. 

the relationship dynamic!

you're both the most entertaining pair to be around, the gemini/leo combo makes for a fun relationship. 

the two of you are one of those couples that people want to be around, wishing to stick around to laugh with you and just see you so in love. 

with your mom friend energy and his dad friend energy (which i know he just has), you both become the designated parents amongst your friends. whether its a blessing or a curse, that's up to them to decide. 

the two of you are constantly on the same wavelength. 

it’s never too loud or too quiet with komori, just the right balance of both. 

he loves your sense of humour and thinks you’re one of the funniest people on the planet. it helps that he’s absolutely enamoured by your puns and dad jokes. sometimes he’ll shoot one right back at you just to hear you laugh. 

you both like poking a little fun at each other, giving teasing remarks or sarcastic quips. 

komori cares so much about you. 

he understands your need to recover in social situations and gives you the time that you need. he’s willing to be the pillar you run to whenever your social battery’s running low. 

though he admires your hardworking nature, he won’t hesitate to stop you if you overwork yourself. he always encourages breaks and offers to do your work for you if that’s what you need. not necessarily a nagging type of person but if he needs to take physical action, he’ll do it. it’s mostly just him stealing your laptop and pulling you into his lap for a cuddle. 

he doesn’t hesitate to remind you that you don’t have to be a people pleaser. an understanding man, he knows that it’s hard to just get over it so he tells you that he’ll be with you every step of the way, always giving you a gentle reminder of how cool you are to him and that you can say no. 

komori wants to be the shoulder you lean on whenever you’re facing something you don’t like. loud noises? he’ll hold you close and rub your back, telling you that it’ll all be okay. confrontation? he’ll confront them for you. injuries? he’ll keep an eye on you to make sure that you’re never going to be hurt. on the off chance that you do earn a wound, komori will ensure that you’re fixed up as soon as possible. he has a whole mini first aid kit on him specifically for this reason. fear of losing? he’ll always remind you that your efforts mattered more than the results and give you a kiss on the top of your head. the unknown? he’ll waddle through the unknown with you. he’s scared of it too but he won’t tell you that. violence? he’ll cover your eyes and guide you away with strong, gentle arms. 

he loves indulging himself in all of your interests.  

on lazy days, he’ll sit with you and take turns reading a book to each other out loud. sometimes it’s a whole novel, sometimes it’s a manga you’ve picked up from the library. he thinks it’s cute seeing your eyebrows furrow while you concentrate on the words in front of you. 

the study dates don’t end. whenever one of you is struggling with a subject, the other visits to be their personal tutor. it ends up being you a lot of the time, since komori loves your studying method. 

komori loves to read your writing. there are days where you go over to his to hangout and sit in silence. he adores that he can be that relaxed around you and lounge around on his phone while you sit up with your laptop propped on your lap. you’re always writing up a draft of a new creative piece whenever he glances at your laptop. he graciously offers to be your beta reader and indulges in every word you’ve typed. komori thinks that your writing style is so beautiful. 

one day, you told him that you like the french language and he spent a week trying to learn how to say ‘i love you’ and maybe a couple of other phrases to surprise you out of nowhere. when he saw your shock, he giggled and wrapped his arms around you. from that moment on, he would occasionally whisper je t'aime into your ear. he loves you so much omg. 

you play sports together. it doesn’t matter what it is; be it volleyball, tennis or soccer. you’re both a power duo in every game you play and everyone’s scared to play again the two of you. it helps that your boyfriend is one of the most notable liberos in japan. 

komori likes watching anything with you. sometimes when you’re both too tired to go out, he’ll set up his tv to watch whatever you’re in the mood for. one day you might catch up on my hero academia. another day you might be sniffling at a romcom. he likes romcoms more than he’d like to admit but he tells you about this guilty pleasure to appease your love for the genre. 

you mentioned to him once that you liked handwritten letters and komori made it his personal mission to write one for you personally once a month. they’re always so heartfelt, a clear reflection of him and his emotions towards you. he enjoys writing them as much as he enjoys the expression on your face when you read them. 

he seems to be the greek mythology enthusiast himself so he loves talking to you about it. and by enthusiast, i mean that komori was one of those kids who owned the whole entire percy jackson series. since the most that he knows about greek mythology is whatever is written in the percy jackson books, he lets you sit with him and educate him on the extensive lore of the gmcu (greek mythology cinematic universe). 

he loves hearing you talk about astrology and gets into it himself. he can’t help it, especially with the bright smile you hold on your face whenever you talk about it. when he first found out about your astrological compatibility, he was over the moon. the grin that he had on his face was so big that you thought that it looked like the moon itself. he’s downloaded co-star and reads his and your horoscope sometimes. 

date idea! 

komori decided to take you to a cat cafe after you mentioned the idea of it to him once. it’s a very him thing to do, to remember something you’ve told him offhandedly once and immediately make something big out of it. 

the second you step in, your eyes glimmer with delight as they land on the multitude of cats in the vicinity. you don’t even look back to him at once, swerving your attention to the cafe’s residents. at least you’re holding his hand still, he thinks. maybe he’s a little jealous but hey, the visible joy on your face beats his concern over being prioritised after felines living in a cafe. 

after what seemed like hours of cat-petting, you both sat to order, the food arriving in a pleasingly timely fashion. the lunch items were delicious, the desserts were divine but komori was even more drawn to the soft look of adoration on your face as you stared at a calico cat that frequently passed by the two of you. 

this might’ve been his best date idea yet, he thought. 

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Summary: Chapter 3. Jackie gets used to life with Marvin.

Warnings: death mention, violence mention

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In the minute it takes for Jackie's mind to wake up along with him, he becomes confused as to why his chest is in agony. More confusing than that, he appeared to be in the bedroom of someone's home. In a pile on a bean bag was a pre-arranged outfit for him to wear. Dressed, he ventures to the hallway. And things finally click. Right, he was living with Marvin now. Marvin, who happened to also be Cat. The past 24 hours had been quite eventful. He'd… rather forget it. He requests anything Marvin had on hand. If he was a superhero, surely he was no stranger to injury. Therefore, there must be something lying around to assist with pain management. To his relief, Marvin can indeed help him. In fact, he goes further and offers him whatever is required for his recovery. With the medical care over, Marvin invites his new roommate to help himself to mini Weetabix or bread. Jackie doesn't think he can manage more than a simple buttered slice of toast this morning. The Russian blue missing her front left leg observes them from her shelf. Marvin notices where Jackie's gaze is directed. "Indie's watching us eat, isn't she?" "Yep." Jackie chuckles. "Come face us, you little spy." Marvin turns around in his seat, wearing a mock scowl. "Caoimhe was like that. I couldn't eat anything at home without her staring at me until I gave her a bit of my dinner." Marvin is facing the table again. "Caoimhe?" "Oh um... she was my dog before- before all this." "Is she with friends or something?" "I guess. Them or my dad. It all happened so quickly." Suddenly, stories relating to pets fill the space between toast and soggy cereal. Jackie learns of the time Indie somehow found herself stuck in the space between the television and the wall. Likewise, he tells his friend all about Caoimhe's misadventures as a puppy, including her habit of attempting to snack on his drumsticks. This in turn leads to Jackie confirming that yes, he was a drummer and guitar wasn't his preferred instrument. The two of them chat at the table until Marvin realises in a shock that it was already time for him to get ready for work. Running late slightly, he blurts out his apologises and suggests Jackie finds a DVD to watch while he's alone. Despite how abruptly it had ended, the morning had been an enjoyable one. Joel checks up on them a couple days after the incident with Anti. He raises the issue of Jackie not having any clothes of his own. The Canadian offers to accompany him around the shops, making the point it would be a proper chance to get to know each other. With the promise expenses shouldn't influence decisions, they leave. They manage to collect a variety of tops and jeans. Apparently ripped jeans were fashionable now. Fashion had certainly changed in the past three decades. He and Joel are still able to find items that were close enough to what he used to know. The shops they visit are lacking in leather jackets but Joel is able to offer a black denim one as a compromise. With socks and underwear also in their possession, it was time to move on from clothes shopping. Almost. Doing so as discreetly as he can, Joel mutters quietly to Jackie. "I can see you eyeing the women's section. Why don't you have a look?" "No, it's weird. Trust me, men were not made to wear feminine clothing." "Listen, I have two dads and a diminished sense of gendered clothing. I am the last person who will give a damn about a guy wearing a dress. You have a similar build to my dad so..." Joel approaches the racks, flicking through them. Periodically, he scrutinises Jackie to likely determine if the dress was right for him. The most Jackie lets his new friend buy for him is a skirt that reached his knees. It seems to please him that Jackie allowed him to get even that. He supposes it was a nice garment. And a kind gesture too. With the clothes stuffed into the back seat of Joel's car, the duo return to explore the Tesco Metro. The older of the two triggers a whole conversation about Easter celebrations. Joel talks about the Beaches Easter parade in Toronto while Jackie grumbles about Easter Sunday masses. They both agree there's no such thing as too many Easter eggs. "Hey, you should get a notebook or something. It might help if you have somewhere to put your thoughts about the 21st century." "What, you want me to write you an essay about modern life when I've known nothing else? I'm 20, I was born in... 1999." "It's April so if you want to turn 21 this year, it's 1998." "Wh- 'if I want to turn 21 this year'? Can I please get through the rest of this month without having my life being threatened?" Joel groans. "No, dumbass, it was advice." He leans close to Jackie's ear. "I know about Village Square and how you were born in 1966. I'm sure you want to talk about this further but I don't have anywhere I can really take you to speak privately." "You're psychic?" "No." Joel places his bags down, resigning himself to tackle this subject while standing outside a WHSmiths. "Sure, I can create portals but I'm no mind reader." "Then how-?" "I already told you, this is not a conversation we should have in public." "What about your apartment? You don't live with Marvin and you told me you weren't living on the streets anymore." "In Canada. And I doubt it would be healthy to send you somewhere over 3500 miles away when you sustained a major injury a few days ago. Listen, how about you text- A phone, we need to get you a phone too." "Right." Mobile phones are unrecognisable. How the hell did technology advance to the point where this small slab of glass and alloy was capable of receiving calls? Not to mention the plethora of things it also offered. And controlled by your fingers on top of it all off. Joel reassures him he can take it slow with this technological leap. The main reason he bought it was for communication and it could remain so if he wanted. Jackie supposes the shiny blue back was pretty. It wasn't hard, growing accustomed to life with Marvin. His roommate would sleep in after a long night of patrolling then spend most afternoons working a shift at the local garden centre. In addition to that, Marvin would also don his Magnificent Cat costume twice a week so he could help those still on the streets. Jackie usually sat those out, feeling awkward about his new situation. Marvin was typically the one to cook. As such, Jackie felt it necessary the head of the kitchen should be aware he couldn't have mustard. If the hero could try getting into the habit of checking ingredients and being wary of anything labelled 'spices', he'd be much obliged. Marvin does his best to follow these instructions. It seemed to be working fine as there was yet to be any allergic reactions. At some point during that second week, Marvin invited Jackie to the kitchen. His plan was to bake his favourite cake, one containing chocolate and strawberries. Their joint efforts go well for a short while. Then Jackie gave himself an edible moustache upon stealing the whipped cream from the fridge. Marvin confiscated the can, only to follow suite. By the time the cake was ready to exit the oven, the duo were laughing, in need of a whipped cream restock and a change of clothes. It is after returning from a shift that Marvin introduces Jackie to an unusual pizza crust arrangement. "Pizza Hut have the best stuffed crust though. This is only the best Morrisons has to offer, as far as I've tried it." Marvin continues on, rambling about how, while studying at university, he made it his goal to find the best frozen pizza supermarkets within walking distance of his accommodation had to offer. As such, he had designated this specific pizza as his favourite. Something about the other varieties being too liquidy or whatever. He has no interest in this subject. Pizza was pizza. But... Marvin seemed very engrossed in imparting his findings to him and who was Jackie to stop him? "Oh, tell you who would go with us to Pizza Hut, my friends Henrik and Jameson. Maybe Chase too but he tends to be a rather busy guy. You should meet them. I think you might get on with those guys." Marvin makes a note as a reminder to invite his friends for a meal out. For the time being, that is the end of that. Before long, the Easter weekend arrives and with it, a chance for Jackie to finally meet Sean. It was clear Marvin looked up to his big brother from the way he spoke about him. As far as Jackie was aware, Sean was 9 years older, a video game developer and a reluctant cook, hence why the two roommates were taking care of the big meal. He can certainly see the resemblance between the brothers. Their features were very similar. The main difference between them was hair. While Marvin was clean shaven with waves descending to his shoulders, Sean had stubble and short straight hair. It was pleasant to see them have such a good relationship, complete with teasing and half-serious threats of burning the other if he kept pushing it. Jackie found Sean likeable. The whole meal, they kept themselves occupied with chatter. He learns Sean enjoyed painting in his spare time. In fact, he was creating the backgrounds for his company's new game. It is at this point that Marvin lets him know there was still a blue smudge, albeit slightly faded, on the side of his left hand. The afternoon is a good one but like all things, it comes to an end. Before too long, they are bidding Sean farewell and exchanging comments about the day's success. Night, the stranger found, was the best cover. Some dark clothes to reduce visibility and a hood to better conceal his identity from CCTV cameras. With some silent fiddling, the door grants him entry. He knows precisely which room he has to visit first. His most recent escapee is completely oblivious to the intruder. He could ensure Jackie never woke up with a single touch. But Marvin would discover the truth were that to happen. That method was too obvious. Besides, this wasn't what he was here for. The envelope slips out of his bag. In the morning, Jackie will find the surprise on his bedside table. That done, he moves on to the other bedroom. The hero is still awake, albeit engrossed by his phone's screen. Only now does Anti allow his presence to be sensed. Marvin reacts accordingly by throwing the covers to the side and defensively leaping to his feet. A palm is raised to prevent any provocative action before it could be carried out. The message is delivered. "Back off, Marvin. You should know by now what I'm like when frustrated. Let the next one slide and you won't hear from me for a good while." He looks like a three year old persevering with their poorly thought out argument. He's certainly a 24 year old man in his pyjamas rather than an on duty superhero fully in costume. "I... I can't." "One life for several. Aren't you supposed to be on the better side of the morality spectrum? Surely this is a easy choice." Anti doesn't wait for any potential response from Marvin. The serial killer leaves the way he came. The sun rises and with it, Jackie. Marvin was already awake, cradling an abandoned coffee. He gives his friend little acknowledgement as he enters the kitchen. The piece of paper Jackie is holding, however, gains his attention. Especially when he asks the dreaded question. "Uh, Marv? Do you know anything about this?" It's only a portion of an A4 sheet. A pair of scissors has been used perhaps a third of the way down. The contents is limited to a single typed line which reads: We both know he's no doctor. Maybe you should ask why he hasn't taken you to be treated by professionals. Jackie starts talking as soon as he's sure Marvin has read the message. "I- Listen, I will admit I had wondered why you never sent me to a hospital. But I guess I brushed it off as a secret identity thing. So why didn't-?" "You're new to this city, right?" "Yes." "So you don't know Anti like I do. He likes making a point of finishing what he started. I don't know how the hell he does it. But if he's the one who put you in hospital, the only place you're going after that is the morgue. So forgive me for wanting you still around. And yeah, it's true, I am not a doctor. However, books on human biology and the internet have served me fine. I've had way more injuries than Sean is aware of. Yet here I am, walking around despite the occupational hazards my hobby is littered with." "Marvin-" "If you want me to apologise for prioritising you staying alive, then I'm afraid you're out of luck." The aggression radiating from him remains for several seconds. It dissipates into something softer. "But I am sorry for putting the decision solely in my hands. If that means anything." Jackie lets the air settle between them before answering. "Alright. Listen, I am still upset-" "Fine, then I'll leave for a while." Marvin begins making his way to the shoe pile by the door. "What I was going to say was I'm still upset but I'd rather move on and let bygones be bygones for now. Just promise you won't do something that risky again." He stops completely to face Jackie. "Yes, of course. I promise." "Thank you. And, as a sidenote, if you're going to run from disagreements, at least fix that mess you call your hair. It's horrendous." The sleep deprived hero scoffs, a tiny smile creeping into existence. "Got it."

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Liquid Cryo provides a highly concentrated cold for a successful therapy. Our cryosurgical devices are furnished with a particular fluid gas application applicator. The driver can manage the release of sufficient liquid N2O to deal with sores without wasting gas. With a temperature of -89 ° C/ -128 ° F the fluid gas is evaporating on the lesion. A freeze thaw freeze method is advised to achieve maximum results. This process causes the cells of the cells to be damaged due to the cell membrane layer fracturing therefore of ice crystal formation within the cell. With the Cyro 21 tools these fat cells are targeted by producing a thermal shock that decreases the surface temperature level as well as completely removes the fat cells using a procedure called "apoptosis".

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The Cryo Ball is offered you by Cryo Express and also is distributed from our centre in the UK. This ball of wonder supplies all the benefits of a traditional self myo-fascial release in combination with cryotherapy. It will certainly reduce inflammation, pain as well as swelling and the benefits can be really felt quickly. These 2 forms of treatment permits details therapy on any type of area of the body.

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If the liquid nitrogen is at -180 or two in the storage vessel, it requires to be delivered at -180 at the factor of use. An SiVL pipework system does just that, securing the fluid gas from warm and warmth as well as minimising the boil-off, providing cold liquid nitrogen to your biobanks, cryostats, or experiments.

How long does it take to get rid of cellulite?

Several studies and researches done on cellulite show that if treated in a proper way it takes around 15-30 days to go away.

The tool is electrically sustained to ensure the cold air within the chamber is dry, not wet. There is a big distinction between both the therapy as well as experience in a completely dry chamber, integrated to a damp one.

This set cell fatality occurs normally in the body at all times, the treatment with Cyro 21 merely speeds up this procedure to get the immediate results consumers need. Cryotherapy essentially suggests cool treatment as well as it is anything yet brand-new. First use cold therapy goes as much back as 2500 BCE when the Egyptians used it to deal with injuries as well as inflammation.

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Invite to Cryo Health, we provide a series of entire body cryotherapy therapies to aid healing, handle pain, improve sports efficiency as well as provide a whole range of beauty as well as anti-ageing benefits. This makes it possible for a quick decline in surface skin temperature, while preserving the capacity to operate throughout the day. Unlike various other cooling down techniques, such as contact air conditioning, cryogen spray or ice packs, the Cryo 6 reduces the skin temperature quicker, with much less risk of skin burns and maintains a constant dosage throughout the whole treatment time. According to Ada Ooi, facialist and also founder of 001 Skin care, cryotherapy may be able to supply a visible increase to the skin's surface area, from the inside out. " Cryotherapy uses sub-zero temperature level to offer a cool shock to the skin, which will send fresher blood to the targeted location," she clarifies. " Even more blood suggests more oxygen, as well as a richer nutrient distribution, which flushes away toxins and also lowers water retention." The result?

Your body's body immune system will certainly after that normally refine the fat and eliminate dead cells as well as you can experience as much as a 40% reduction of fat cells in the treated location which will subsequently cause a decrease of the fat layer density. Whether you choose to submerse your whole body into minus 85 levels or our rejuvenating cleansed air facial treatment you will certainly experience the power of cold like never ever in the past. At-home alternatives are plentiful when it concerns icy devices as well as therapies.

As facialists look for to prolong their powers past the hair salon, numerous have introduced at-home products. Available at Harvey Nichols, the brand's special Cryo Maker uses a stick that requires -30 level air on the face.

But if the biopsy reveals some locations to be extremely slow-growing, these may not be treated.

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You'll have a catheter to drain pee from your bladder up until the swelling has actually gone, usually for approximately a week after therapy.

These will certainly impact each guy in different ways, and you might not get every one of them.

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Whole-prostate HIFU deals with the entire of the prostate and takes around 3 hrs.

" This constricts the muscle mass, lifting and firming their look while relaxing inflammation, lowering pore dimension and sebum production," clarifies Alexandrides. While it's definitely a less relaxing experience than a massage therapy with a physical ice roller, the much deeper penetration is claimed to supply greater than surface-level benefits, tightening the skin on a reduced degree. Now, just like other alternative treatments-- believe gua sha and also acupuncture-- cryotherapy has been fine-tuned right into facial treatments, designed to function specifically on our complexions. Our specifically developed applicator specifically targets particular body areas with reduced- frequency sound waves. https://southampton.lipo-sculpt.co.uk/ and also shakes the layer of fat cells listed below the skin's surface area. It incorporates home heating as well as cooling down to safely and successfully remove fat cells.

Does sitting cause cellulite?

Prolonged periods of sitting are thought to reduce blood flow and cause these changes in areas prone to cellulite.

Featuring 360 ° air conditioning plates, a delivery of heat will certainly be put on the location being dealt with, which is created to improve blood flow and also is after that followed by a cooling process, which will drop down to minus temperature levels. Our clinically authorized cryotherapy chamber has actually been built on 7 years of experience and also has been utilized by various specialist sports individuals around the globe. Our maker has been designed to the greatest specification in order to provide 100% secure usage, reliability as well as top quality, permitting you to have the best feasible experience.

A cryo chamber is not a medical device as well as needs to not be taken into consideration a clinical tool. Dependence on any kind of details showing up on this site is solely at your very own risk. This decrease in temperature level will after that start to ice up the fat cells in the targeted location without creating any kind of damage to your skin.

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The info, consisting of but not limited to, text, graphics, pictures as well as various other product contained on this web site are for informational objectives just. The objective of this site is to advertise broad consumer understanding as well as understanding of cryotherapy. It is not meant to be a substitute for expert clinical suggestions. Cryotherapy is not suggested as a kind of treatment for any disease or illness without direction from your healthcare specialist.

Contemporary cryotherapy can be mapped to 1989 in Japan where Professor Yamauchi used a chamber to treat the effects of rheumatism in his individuals. Today, Whole Body Cryotherapy is made use of by best clubs and also professional athletes throughout the globe to improve the after sporting activities healing, reduce swelling as well as stop injuries. Additionally, cryotherapy has actually demonstrated to likewise have anti-analgesic, anti-oxidant impacts as well as enhance blood circulation, mood and rest, speed up the metabolism, strengthen the body immune system as well as rejuvenate the skin.

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Mr Skywalker was far from Hux’s favourite teacher. He was nice enough but that had never impressed Hux - Hux didn’t really know how to handle nice people, he always felt like he was ready for everyone to bite him and when they didn’t he felt off-balance. 

His room always felt like it had a layer of dust covering everything - the books that lined the walls, crammed in on overburdened shelves and his desk which was covered with knick-knacks that almost drove Hux to distraction with the urge to sweep them all off into a big plastic bin bag and throw them into the bins at the back of the kitchen - just to have a little order in the place. It was really like an emperor's ancient tomb filled with all his worldly possessions and left untouched for centuries, except a little more scatterbrained and untidy. Mr Skywalker himself seemed like a bit of a relic, not just because of his wild hair and weathered face and the strange robes he seemed to favour - sometimes he seemed like he was from a different planet entirely. 

It was a shame really because Hux did love history; he spent many evenings with his nose buried in musty old textbooks in his room, as his only companion. It was his favourite subject, one that he could always pass with his eyes closed even if Mr Skywalker seemed to be able to make everything so boring - with his diplomacy this and his forgiveness that. 

Mr Skywalker did have one redeeming feature, however. 

‘Ben! I won’t tell you again,’ he snapped, turning around from what he was writing on the whiteboard. For all that sometimes he seemed like he was on a different planet, Mr Skywalker did seem to have a sixth sense for Ben Solo and when he was doing something rebellious or obnoxious. Which was, to be fair, almost constantly. 

There was a shuffling sound behind Hux, a few curse words and ‘it’s Kylo’ muttered under his breath before Kylo was slamming his bag down onto the desk next to Hux’s - front and centre, of course. Everything bounced with the force and a few of Kylo’s keychains and pins clattered to the floor but Kylo didn’t seem to notice, slouching down at his desk and picking at his nails. His long hair, streaked obnoxiously with bright colours that Hux was sure didn’t meet school policy - hung like a curtain around Kylo’s face so that Hux couldn’t see his expression. That didn’t stop Hux from aiming a self-satisfied smirk in Kylo’s direction, though. 

Mr Skywalker seemed unsatisfied by this, running his hand through his hair, but doesn’t push it any further. Kylo’s foot was already tapping away underneath the table to some silent beat and Hux watched in sick fascination as the sole of his black converse flopped away from the rest of his shoe with every movement of his foot, as if it might rip off completely. Hux’s own shoes were loafers, black and specifically fitted to his feet that he’d shined that morning. It summed up their entire dynamic really, not exactly enemies but hostile to each other – on complete opposite ends of the social spectrum while both managing to be outcasts. Two extremes.

‘Well, Lei-... Mrs Organa pointed out that a group presentation is a part of your assessment and since you haven’t completed yet…,’ he pauses to clear his throat. ‘I’ve paired you all up and you’ll present your topic to the class next week.’ He picks up a stack of papers and starts placing them on their desks. 

Hux sinks down into his chair as Mr Skywalker places the paper down on his desk. He’s never enjoyed group work, especially not presentations - Hux has either ended up doing all the work himself despite trying to designate it or butting heads when the other group members didn’t like him taking charge. 

He picks up the paper half-heartedly, mentally preparing himself for whatever he’ll have to endure. But when he reads the name, Hux realises that nothing could’ve prepared him. 

**

 ‘Phasma!’ Hux hisses, tugging at her sleeve. ‘Stop staring! He’s going to notice.’

‘I can’t believe Skywalker paired you with him,’ Phasma says, apparently unwilling to drop the subject. But she does at least stop staring and turns back to her own lunch with the barest hint of a smile playing around the corners of her lips. ‘Doesn’t he know you’ll eat him alive?’ 

Hux chokes on his crisps, the sharp pieces scraping the inside of his throat on the way down. ‘What!? Phas?’

Phasma didn’t reply, instead smirking to herself as she ate her pasta.

‘Hey,’ a familiar low pitched voice just over his left shoulder says. Hux wonders, faintly, how long Kylo has been stood there and therefore how much of his panic Kylo had seen. It would certainly be troublesome if Kylo thought he cared about what Kylo thought of him, or had a crush on him or something. Foolish. ‘I guess we’re working together. Skysucker must want you to rescue my grade. You’re top of the class aren’t you?’

Hux takes a moment to cringe at the nickname. 

‘Oh,’ he replies, more snottily than he intended. He sees Phasma silently laughing out of the corner of his eye but elects to ignore her and instead stares steadfastly ahead. 

‘Well, here’s my number if you want to talk about it,’ Kylo says as a hand appears over Hux’s shoulder, holding out a piece of paper. Hux turns to look at Kylo, his gaze sweeping up from Kylo’s outstretched hand to Kylo’s face - where Hux realises, Kylo has a habit of rolling his lip piercing with his tongue. Disgusting. 

‘Yeah,’ he says, snatching the ragged paper from Kylo’s hand and trying not to think about how many germs it could possibly carrying as he shoves it into his pocket. ‘We’ll definitely need to talk. Don’t think that I’m going to work on this on my own, Ben. You don’t get to ride my coattails and half-ass this.’ 

Kylo simply shrugs, obviously unaware of the intimidating aura Hux is attempting to project and heads back to his friends across the cafeteria. 

‘You sure showed him,’ Phasma teases once Kylo is out of earshot. Hux rolls his eyes.

**

His backpack lays discarded on the edge of his bed, the A-Level coursework inside begging to be done - experiment write-ups and graphs and essays that usually Hux would’ve completed with gusto already. Instead Hux stares at his phone, the crumpled sheet of paper clutched between his fingertips. There’s a kind of suffocating anxiety settling in his chest already, at the thought of not having done his work but it’s not getting him to do this any faster. It should be nothing, a string of unconnected numbers shouldn’t intimidate him like this. And yet…

It’s Ben Solo’s number and that alone has Hux frozen, unable to think of anything to write. Was ‘hey’ too simple? Hux isn’t sure that he’s ever said ‘hey’ in his life. Listing off the sections that Hux had already earmarked for Ben seemed a bit too cold and impersonal (not to mention that there were so few of them because Hux wanted to limit the things that Ben would no doubt mess up, and wouldn’t Ben notice that straight away).

There’s no reason to be scared of Ben and his stupid distractingly pale and freckled face, Hux tells himself. He takes a deep breath and starts typing. He’s not used to having someone to text, except for Phasma who he’s known for so long that he doesn’t feel that overwhelming anxiety to keep himself neatly laced up and together around her, as he does around everyone else. 

She’s been there and seen his worst, known his deepest secrets, lived through the terrible haircuts and ache and squeaky voice and come out the other side. She’s practically family so it’s different with her. 

Hello Ben.

He hits send before he can think about it, tossing his phone aside and burying his face in his hands. He thinks that he’d rather die than read Kylo’s reply until his phone actually buzzes and he’s yanking it towards himself without thinking.

Hello Armitage. 

Hux’s teeth sink into his lip and he huffs in annoyance, taking a moment to stare at one of the bare white walls of his bedroom while he composes himself. Kylo is definitely fucking with him.

It’s Hux. I’ll write up the notes since I know more about the Russian Monarchy than you. I’ll send them to you and you can put them into the powerpoint. Do you think you can do that?

He doesn’t leave any room for Kylo to argue with him, simply setting out their roles in this. Hux supposes that if Kylo has a problem with this he’ll no doubt voice it. Sure, it’ll mean Hux doing most of the work but at least he’ll have control and God knows what Kylo would come up with. 

It’s Kylo. Of course, I can. 

Hux snorts in surprise, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his duvet. He’d been expecting Kylo to… well… be more argumentative than that, but it had gone easier than Hux was expecting. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all. 

Should I come over to your place?

Hux reads the message over and over again. A noise from downstairs catches his attention, a barely audible sound that could be someone clearing their throat or the scrape of a chair against the floor.

No. The library tomorrow at lunch. 

Hux sets the phone down safely on his bedside table and takes his bag over to his barren desk, pulling out the lab report that has to be done tomorrow and willing himself to concentrate on it -on anything except for Ben Solo. 

**

The library is busy when Hux gets there, so Hux ends up only being able to find a table at the back - squashed between biology textbooks and medical journals, behind a table of Year 7’s being loud and annoying. Hux glares at them as he pulls out his notes from his backpack and lines up his highlighters in colour order and thankfully, they seem to take the hint and head off outside.

He’s almost given up waiting when Kylo finally shows up, after all, there’s only so many times that Hux can rearrange his highlighters and shuffle his notes. Kylo’s swapped his black ripped jeans for tartan today, covered in chains and zips, and a faded band t-shirt. Hux stares for a moment, trying to make out the band before shaking his head at the faded fabric as if it’s personally offended him.

‘You’re late Ben!’

‘It’s Kylo,’ Kylo shouts back and Hux catches the librarian glancing over towards them. He aims his glare squarely at Kylo. Kylo throws his bag down onto the table, sending Hux’s neatly arranged highlighters scattering across the table. He unzips it with an unnecessary flourish and pulls out a giant, ancient and beaten up looking laptop whose fan buzzes loudly when he opens it up. The back is covered by stickers - bands that Hux has never heard of and skulls and pentagrams, scuffed and peeling away. He catches sight of a rainbow on one corner and averts his gaze, heart hammering in his chest. Was that…?

‘I’m not surprised that your laptop looks like that if you throw your things around. Don’t you care about anything?’ Hux snaps back, unable to disguise his envy - his father would never allow him his own private laptop, even though they could most definitely afford one. There’s just something about Kylo like Hux can’t quite control himself around him - every little thing Kylo does just gets under Hux’s skin. Usually Hux would hate it but again with Kylo… with Kylo it almost makes him feel strong. 

‘Can we just get on with this so I can leave?’ Now that he looks at him, Kylo does look as if he’s being followed around by his own personal rain cloud. Or more so than usual at least. His hair hangs limply around his face, grease caking the roots and there are two angry spots of colour high on Kylo’s elegant cheekbones, just below his more smudged than normal eyeliner.

‘Here are my notes,’ Hux says as he pushes them across the table, shifting easily into business mode and turning off those annoying thoughts that are eating away in the back of his mind. ‘I’ve divided them into sections and highlighted the important parts. All you need to do is make each section into a slide,’ he realises suddenly that he’s talking slower than usual - that he’s trying to annoy Kylo, just because he wants to. ‘If you can do that we’ll call it even, we can share the grade. Even though I’ve done all the work.’ 

Kylo splutters angrily but otherwise doesn’t panic, not bothering to glance at Hux as he pulls the notes towards him. Hux’s eyes narrow and he can feel his brow furrowing. Despite the little he knows about Kylo this is definitely not the usual Kylo - always pushing back, trying to get the final word in.

‘Is something…,’ Hux starts to say before he realises how ridiculous and caring he sounds. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s gone soft. ‘Do you have a problem with that?’

‘I have to go see Leia later,’ Kylo grumbles as if that should be enough to answer all of Hux’s questions, not looking up from where he’s furiously typing away on his laptop.

‘Don’t you mean Mrs Organa,’ Hux says, highlighter poised in mid-air. 

‘I definitely mean Leia,’ Kylo says, popping another M&M into his mouth. ‘She’s my mum after all, she doesn’t mind what I call her as long as I’m still talking to her. We agreed.’ 

‘The Head Teacher is… your mum?’ Hux says slowly. Now that Kylo’s said it he can definitely see the similarities there, something in Kylo’s smile and his high cheekbones. Not that Kylo smiles much. Frankly Hux is surprised that he even knows what Kylo’s smile looks like, but he can see it as clear as day in his head so maybe Hux has been looking more than he’d like to admit - more than he’d even realised. ‘You don’t have the same name?’ He blurts before he can stop himself.

‘My family’s pretty dysfunctional,’ Kylo says, leaving it at that. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed about it, apparently unwilling to expand on this any further. He doesn’t need to though because it hits Hux like a ton of bricks, his chest feels tight with understanding and his lips dry; he’s embarrassed to realise that he’s shaking. It feels like the world has shifted on its axis but nobody else seems to have noticed.

There has been a change though, a spark of connection that’s passed unspoken between them. For the first time, Hux understands - understands Ben Solo, understands Kylo Ren. 

Where Hux conforms, wrapping himself in his order and unity, Kylo Ren rebels - pushing against authority, against everyone, making himself The Other that Mr Antilles the English teacher had kept banging on about in Gothic literature. Hux understands.

He glances over at Kylo again, meeting Kylo’s gaze this time. They share a look for a moment, Hux’s chest squeezing until he’s afraid he’s going to suffocate under the weight of that look - of whatever it is that is passing between them.

‘I have to go,’ he says, the words coming out strangled and half-formed. ‘I’ll do the rest at home.’ He takes off, heart-pounding, unwilling to think about what’s just happened.  

**

Hux runs a comb through his hair one last time, securing that a few flyaways are meticulously glued down flat to his head. He admires his reflection for a moment with a critical eye, noting the impressive circles beneath his eyes that surely every A-Level student approaching exam season has as well as the pale, sallow colour of his skin. Apart from his hair and his clothes, Hux has never particularly cared about his appearance. But apparently in the middle of a school bathroom is the moment his mind has decided that he really should do. He leans closer as if examining his skin in more detail will reveal some unknown secrets and his thoughts turn to Kylo Ren. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of that thought but too afraid that he knows exactly why he would care about Kylo Ren’s opinion of his appearance. 

The alarm on his watch goes off - only 10 minutes until class, and so Hux gathers up his things and leaves the bathroom. It’s not like he’s going to be late, there’s no need to rush and yet to Hux not being early is as good as being late. The halls are busy but Hux is used to it, ducking around hordes of Year 8’s with P.E. kits and other Sixth Formers who were totally not mitching off to get McDonald’s for lunch in a completely obvious way. He finally reaches the history department, sinking back into the alcove against the wall between rows of lockers as he waits for the previous class to be over. 

He’s not exactly excited about the presentation per se, he’s always liked public speaking but his classmates weren’t exactly motivating to try and present to. He’s got some kind of strange energy that’s been building in him all day, though, tingling at his fingertips and the back of his neck. Maybe it’s not the presentation he’s excited for… maybe it’s seeing him… Hux swallows thickly, staring down at his USB and pages of notes.

‘Hey so,’ Kylo says as he flops down next to Hux, all limbs and elbows and knees - as if he’d heard Hux’s thoughts. ‘I’m not doing the presentation. Good luck.’ 

Hux swallows, unable to form a coherent thought for a moment. He’s distinctly aware of the sound of blood rushing in his ears and the way his fingertips are tightening around his sheet of notes.

‘You’re… You’re what! Ren! You absolute fucking…. You…. fucking…. Shit…. Fuck…,’ Hux is truly at a loss for words. Somewhere along the line, his mouth seems to have become disconnected from his brain and both of them can only reel at Kylo’s stupidity. ‘You’re not going to do this to me, you prick. You’re not!’’ 

Kylo is silent, his face far less stormy than Hux would’ve thought after that barrage of curses, Hux manages to think through the fog of rage clouding his mind. 

‘You called me Ren,’ Kylo says quietly, after a moment. 

‘Well of course I did! It’s your fucking name isn’t it?’ He shouts back, getting angrier by the second.

‘Thank you,’ Kylo says softly and before Hux can process what’s happening, Kylo is leaning in until their lips are only a few bare inches apart. Oh, Hux realises, he wants to…

Hux realises that he also wants to. He wants to kiss Kylo Ren, for all his stupid haircuts and terrible personality and annoyingly beautiful face. 

Closing the gap is easy, it’s only when their lips meet that Hux starts to panic. Kylo feels warm against him, his lips slightly chapped and rough, and Hux is frozen - taking in the feeling with a kind of distant panic. What if he forgot to brush his teeth that morning, what if he’s no good at kissing, what if….? Luckily, Kylo takes the lead and starts to move his lips softly against Hux’s, tipping Hux’s head back. Hux loses himself in the feeling, kissing back as much as he can. 

When Kylo pulls away Hux decides that it wasn’t terrible all things considered.  

Kylo smiles as he gets up. ‘See you later.’

Hux breathes for a moment, his hand moving towards his lips of its own accord - as if pulled by some invisible magnet. His lips feel the same as always - smooth and soft thanks to a regular Chapstick routine although they tingle slightly at the touch of his fingertips - slightly sensitive now. Once again, the world feels like it’s changed, shifted around the two of them like an alternate reality. Hux wonders how he can ever go back to just ‘being’ now, now that he knows what it’s like to kiss Kylo Ren.

That was… that was…

‘Kylo you bastard!’ He shouts at Kylo’s retreating back. 

‘Armitage!’ Mr Skywalker bursts out of the classroom. ‘I don’t expect that kind of language from you! Is your presentation ready?’ 

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[xathia-89]

Long Lost Sibling - Mitsunari

My parents had often despaired at my nature. I was usually referred to as someone who had the most innocent of personalities and would be taken advantage of if I wasn’t careful. It wasn’t unusual to find me in a library surrounded by books. I couldn’t pen them, but I was excellent at reviewing them and figuring out what would capture the minds and imaginations of any audience. I was usually the person who my publishing house would send out to review works of new authors and any big names who were looking at changing publishers since I would know what would suit our branding. I was sat in the middle of a garden in Kyoto when I ended up in the Sengoku and had saved Nobunaga Oda from the fire that was meant to kill him.

The resemblance between myself and Mitsunari was incredible, we both had the same silver hair (and stubborn flyaway locks) and amethyst eyes, never mind getting onto our personalities. Hideyoshi despaired at the time he had sent me into the library to find his vassal, only to follow a couple of hours later then, and find us both immersed deep in books. Neither of us were able to hear him until the items had been physically removed from our hands, and we were surprised to learn that hours had passed since my arrival. I found the vassal to Hideyoshi such a pleasure to talk to, and would often forget he was as much of a warlord as the other men in the castle.

“Didn’t you have a younger sister who disappeared when she was six?” Hideyoshi was frowning over something as I was about to turn the corner. “Natsuki does bear a frighteningly similar resemblance to you, including how she acts,” Toyotomi explained.

“I doubt it’s her,” Mitsunari sounded the most serious I’d heard in my stay. The heartache was clear as day, and this was obviously something that he had locked away to forget. His hopes long gone on finding his missing sister, making my heart bleed for him.

I knocked on the door, plastering a smile on my face as I brought along the food tray that Hideyoshi had me make for Ishida. I was sure I’d gotten away with my eavesdropping until Toyotomi gave me a look that said I’d definitely been caught.

“What was your childhood like?” He asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

I froze, remembering the vivid conversation with Sasuke about not telling anyone where we really were from 500 years in the future, not that anyone would believe me if I told them anyway. Both warlords were staring at me before I gave an uneasy smile.

“I don’t like to talk about the past, I’d much rather look to the future,” I eventually replied and swiftly left the room before anything else could be asked.

I spotted Ieyasu up ahead, who wore a frown the second he saw me and then did a prompt turn about to get away. He was such a fascinating individual, a fire burned deep within him that made me curious, but apparently, everything that even made me glance towards him was definitely only felt on one side. He would always do everything to avoid me, and when he was cornered into any kind of conversation, it was sharp answers that usually led to insults, but he probably didn’t mean it that way. It made me think of my childhood, where I often was in the playground with my nose stuck in a book and enjoying the fantasy world. Apparently, those around me had long been trying to get me upset, but they’d never got anything but the sincerest responses from me. And then they decided to start taking the books off me and start trying to get me to jump for them even though they were out of my reach. My parents, at this point, had decided that I needed to learn something as a self-defence mechanism for some reason, I didn’t see the link even now, but aikido was the best one they decided. It was an art that was designed to protect someone without injuring any attackers, and that it used the attacker’s strength and force instead of my own also made it an advantage for my smaller build.

I had been visiting Kyoto to look at some new aikido studios, as well as visiting a potential new client when the wormhole opened. And now I felt very out of place in the Sengoku under Nobunaga Oda as his Chatelaine and also as an Oda Princess. I shook my head to break my melancholy mood and decided that I needed to get out of the castle for a change of scenery.

The stall holders were as cheery as usual, and then someone attracted my attention to a new merchant. He was selling off books, on topics that I didn’t recall seeing in the vast library. A group of men were crowding me out, but I didn’t realise until they virtually had me pinned to the stall. I guessed that their intentions weren’t honest, but I knew that if I started an all-out brawl here in the centre, then it would upset everyone and possibly cause a lot of damage.

“Now then, we are going for a little walk, Princess,” one man had his hand firmly on my wrist while the others were following his lead from all appearances. I nodded in compliance, ignoring that as soon as we left the immediate vicinity, there would be a stampede running up to the castle to tell the warlords.

I let them think I wasn’t capable of anything as I studied them in silence. Six men to one woman wasn’t the fairest of ratios, while I listened in on their conversation. There was mention of ‘Kennyo’, a name that I had also heard frequently around the castle as we reached the outskirts of Azuchi.

Now my struggle started, I pulled my wrist free from the man’s grasp, which had gone lapse in his confidence that I was subdued. I ducked under his expected punch to try and concuss me before I pulled his arm backwards and one of his comrades ran into it while attempting to catch me. My arms were thrown around my initial attacker’s waist as he went to restrain me, and he toppled quickly off balance before I had to dive to the side, using my momentum to power my headbutt to yet another man’s stomach. Winding them was my best target, I didn’t have the strength in me to break their bones or stop them in many ways. If I could get them to keep running into each other’s attacks, then it would help me in just about every manner possible. I kept weaving out of their grasps, dancing about to make sure they hit each other instead of me when possible, and I had dislocated one of their shoulders by pulling a submission hold that I never thought I’d use in real life. His arm was drawn back to an unnatural angle, all I had done was make sure to grab hold of it and use the sheer force he had charged me with to pivot against his torso. I was continually ducking and sliding under arms and legs as they didn’t think to start working together with a collected mind. They clearly were just hired rohin who barely scraped by it seemed.

I had one man charge at me, to which my natural response was to absorb the energy from his hit. My legs spread out swiftly in one fluid motion and gave me the motion to lift up off the ground before using the power to smash him into the hard floor. They weren’t trained in any specific manner, it was a brawl for them as a new set of footsteps came dashing my way. I swiftly analysed that he was going to charge me, and I ducked to bash my shoulder into his stomach, which sent him flying over me as I heard the footsteps skid to a stop.

“Natsuki?” Ieyasu’s voice was the last one I was expecting to hear. His sword was drawn out of its sheath and down at his side, his expectation of needing to protect me clear.

The men staggered to their feet, holding various body parts and tried to escape, only to find that the soldiers of the castle had already encircled the clearing. And the soldiers were looking just as confused as Tokugawa was. I shrugged casually and smiled apologetically before I was marched back with authority straight into the main hall, where the rest of the warlords were currently waiting for us it seemed.

“She took them out herself,” Ieyasu was still in disbelief at the situation he’d stumbled upon as I smiled in embarrassment. “She’s not got a scratch on her!” He exclaimed.

“Explain,” Nobunaga frowned, as Hideyoshi and Masamune were also starting to glare at me.

“I was taught to fight as a child,” I slowly started. “I was being picked on, and my parents believed that if I could defend myself physically, then I would be left alone as I wished,” I paused. “Turned out, I was a natural and I quickly progressed to high-level competitions,” I shrugged. “I knew that if I responded to the men when they immediately surrounded me, then it was likely people would get hurt, so I let them take me to the clearing. It made them think I was weak and couldn’t do anything, so they let their guards down. Then I started to struggle, but I made sure to struggle in the way that they wouldn’t pick up that I knew how to defend myself. Then it was simply a case of using their own power and weight against them,” I explained. “If someone hits your shoulder at a certain height below their centre point, then it’s going to be their own power that sends them flying. And half the time it’s most ducking and diving out of the way and analysing the way they fight to pre-empt what they’re going to do next. It’s fairly simple when it comes to the brawling styles like they were. So I could use their own moves against them and tire them out without hurting myself.”

“Interesting,” Masamune broke my monologue, with a sly smirk on his face. “Now I feel like we should be testing you kitten,” he growled playfully and encroached onto me.

Ieyasu pulled me back much to my surprise, as most of the room grinned in response.

“Marking your interest?” Date laughed.

“No, just saving her from your awful attempts at flirting,” Tokugawa bristled. “Come with me,” he instructed, as Oda waved us both off. I was confused but followed the blonde with interest as to what everyone was smirking about in the main hall.

“Don’t you need to go and talk to the men?” I asked, trying to keep pace with the wide strides he was making.

“Mitsuhide will get the information out of them,” he snippily replied.

“They mentioned ‘Kennyo’,” I added, trying to be helpful but ran into the back of the warlord.

“And you didn’t think to mention that?” he snapped and glowered at me.

“No one asked!” I exclaimed as Ieyasu did a 180 turn about and dragged me back to the hall.

“No need to find out who they work for,” the blonde announced, a frown on his face as I was confused to why he was so irritable. “They kept mentioning Kennyo around Natsuki while dragging her off, so either he’s getting desperate to resort to hiring such a load of useless men, or he’s running out of forces,” he frowned. “And what are you doing?” he asked me, turning around.

“You won’t let go of my hand,” I pointed out, feeling very confused about the whole situation. He snorted and practically threw it before I could leave the hall swiftly.

Hideyoshi came by later to my room. The maids had been checking in on me all during the meeting, and had made me a large bowl of soup, and insisted on practically drinking my weight in tea as I gave him a weak smile from under the thick blanket I had been wrapped up in as well.

He smiled and patted me on the head before sitting down, and making another pot of tea as Mitsunari appeared much to my surprise.

“I thought we should actually discuss the obvious that is staring us all in the face,” Hideyoshi announced. “That Natuski is your sister,” he looked at his vassal, who refused to look his Lord in the eye. “She has that same cowlick,” Toyotomi smiled, and tugged slightly on my flyaway locks, “And the colour of your hair and eyes, nevermind how mild-mannered you both are,” he chuckled. “And that the chances of Natsuki not being your sister are minimal,” he pointed out. “Why don’t you like to talk about your childhood?” He poised to me with a frown.

“Because I don’t remember it,” I was blunt. “I can only remember from around the age of seven, before that nothing exists in my memories,” I shrugged, and avoided looking at anything but my teacup.

“Nobunaga said that you didn’t come from here, you come from 500 years in the future,” Mitsunari spoke and startled me.

“Yes, I fell through a wormhole,” I eventually replied. “I was displaced in time, so how can I be Mitsunari’s sister then?” I frowned at Hideyoshi.

“Your ninja friend dropped by,” Hideyoshi sighed. “And apparently explained things to Nobunaga before disappearing to explain your origins after the fight, but before that council we just had. There were a spree of wormholes around your location in the future, and it’s likely they were trying to correct themselves. Hence you disappeared from here twenty years ago, and then came back when you’re needed,” he patted me on the head. “Though I’m sure Ieyasu is the most grateful.”

“Why?” I frowned, trying to make sense of the man.

“You’re as oblivious as Mitsunari,” Toyotomi chuckled. “Anyway, after today’s antics, you need to rest,” he ordered, clearing everything away.

It was a few days before everyone would start acting normally about me, though Masamune was forever popping up to challenge me as I went about my daily duties. Ieyasu was attending to a cut on my forehead after I had tripped over Date’s foot in the corridor, and muttering to himself about dopey smiles. He tilted my head up from my chin to get a better look in the fading light to make sure it was clean, as his thumb brushed against my lower lip lightly.

“I swear I’m going mad around you,” he muttered and then pulled me into a hug. I was surprised and hesitantly wrapped my arms around him as I listened to his erratic heartbeat.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered, still in shock to be in his embrace.

“I don’t,” Ieyasu grumbled, “Just be quiet and keep that dopey smile of yours about,” he gave a faint smile, and I thought my heart was going to burst. “You let six men think they have the advantage before completely wiping them out, but you can’t keep an eye out for Masamune,” he dryly chuckled.

“Oh, my,” Mitsuhide’s voice made us both freeze up. “This looks incriminating,” his slithery smile made my spine tingle.

Ieyasu didn’t let me go, which was the most surprising part of it for me, but he merely glared at the imposing male. “Did you mean to interrupt or are you just here to irritate us?” He grumbled.

“I came to advise that the men who were captured are denying all knowledge of any plot with Kennyo, so I assumed that you would assist,” the kitsune was smirking broadly.

“Fine,” Tokugawa was stiff, but briefly kissed me on the lips before releasing me from his hold. “Go back to your room, I’ll likely be a while,” he instructed as I stood blinking at the now open and vacant doorway before slowly lifting my fingers to my lips.

“I told you that you were as oblivious as your brother,” Hideyoshi chuckled, sticking his head in after overhearing the conversation. “Come on, I’ll take you back,” he offered, a broad smile on his face.

[y-not-loki]

The Royal Ass(hole) | Loki L.

A/N: So this is really horrible (because I refuse to say the swear word equivalent of poopy, even though this one-shot swears... a lot). I’m so sorry this took so long to finish, and it’s of poor quality as well. Anyway, this is for @hollandroos‘s 15k writing challenge (CONGRATULATIONS, YOU AMAZING HUMAN). Another thing that may add to the fact that this is late, is because I had to retype everything word for word from my Word document simply because my MacBook Air doesn’t want to co-operate with me the same way that my other laptop did.

Warnings: A LOT OF SWEARING (or a lot by my standards). That’s about it, let me know if more warnings need to be added.

Word Count: 3 200

Blurb: (Y/N) is one of Fury’s most trusted advisors and probably one of the most powerful mutants in existence. (Y/N) was also somehow tricked into babysitting Loki for his (hopefully) brief banishment to Midgard by Fury. Somehow Fury managed to save up the 50 favours required for something as drastic as this, and (Y/N) is quite pissed that she had managed to get herself manipulated into this situation. Loki helps her plan revenge. Maybe Loki isn’t as much of a royal asshole, but he does have a nice royal ass.

Prompt: “I thought royals were supposed to be... you know, nice?”

*DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS BUT THE PLOT* 

“Sorry, Agent 21, you have to follow direct orders from the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.” Fury gave (Y/N) a smirk, and she just scowled. “That and, as we agreed, I have saved up the 50 favours needed for something so important.”

“When I said that 50 favours were needed for something as important as babysitting a supervillain, I didn’t think you would take it seriously.” She grumbled and crossed her arms across her chest.

That didn’t help. Her wrist was now in sight and she could see the words etched into her skin. Everyone had one. Sometimes two or three. Hers was just the weirdest. It read: So this is the mortal that I am to be chained to? So she was assuming that her soulmate wasn’t of this world, and that she wouldn’t encounter him, her, or them any time soon. She didn’t need distractions.

“Just do it. It’ll give you a break.”

“A BREAK?! FROM DOING WHAT I ACTUALLY LIKE?!” She yelled, before taking a deep breath and then letting her arms drop to her sides.

“YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THIS ISN’T AN ORDER COMING FROM YOUR FRIEND, BUT FROM YOUR DIRECTOR. THIS IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD.” Fury yelled back, he didn’t often yell, preferring to scare others with quiet and deadpan expressions, but (Y/N) and Fury had known each other for quite a while, they knew each other from before time when neither of them had even heard of Carol Danvers. Whilst Fury looked like he had grown, eyepatch and everything, (Y/N) still looked like a 16-year-old or 17-year-old, even if she was only ten or so years younger than Director Fury.

“Greater good my ass.” (Y/N) muttered, putting her hands in the pockets of the sleeveless hoodie she wore over her ‘super-suit’ as Stark liked to call it. He had designed it specifically so that it would contain her abilities if she ever got out of control, and she wore it as often as she could in case she did go out of control. It had happened once, and she was never allowing it to happen again, but you could never be too careful.

“What was that?” Fury asked in a menacing, yet quiet, manner, and (Y/N) glanced over to him. He had amusement in his eye, but his facial expressions were set in stone, mouth in (somehow) a completely straight line, and his eyebrows furrowed with exasperation. One thing that caught her eyes, was the fact that his one, visible eye was bloodshot.

“I said, I’ll be next door, send the idiot who pissed you off over when they’re ready.”

“I’m almost certain that that wasn’t what you said.”

“Too bad you don’t have super-hearing”

“Too bad.” Fury chuckled as (Y/N) slammed the door behind her and sunk into one of the plain grey couches in the almost empty room.

It was one of the briefing rooms, especially made for top operatives where they met Fury for their special missions.

It had two identical grey couches, no vents or windows, only walls and the one door which was locked from the outside. There was a metal block between the two couches, and in the centre was a projector to project the mission and reports of any victims, targets, potential suspects and whatnot.

It wasn’t very high tech for the reason that they may have to host a supervillain and this was where the superhero met their arch nemesis and things exploded.

She didn’t buy into that bullshit. She fought and survived, only fought and survived. Whilst Nick Fury Jr. may have saved her life, he also doomed it the same day. Sure, she enjoyed working in the field and finding challenges to defeat and obstacles to work around, always keeping her body fit and mind sharp, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t harrowing.

She traced the words written in a neat cursive around her wrist like a bracelet. Everyone had one. She knew, because the first time she met Fury, he had scars around his wrist. I don’t need a soulmate. They’re a liability. He had said. Now look at him. He made friends, he had a mismatched family, he had more liabilities than (Y/N) had kills.

And she had been killing for a long time.

The door creaked open, and there could be bickering heard on the other side before a tall, pale man was shoved into the room, his long hair reaching his shoulders and he huffed, chains were connecting his waist, wrists and ankles, making every movement sound like a thunderclap to (Y/N)’s sensitive, enhanced ears. She was born with something like the Super Soldier Serum, but a hundred times stronger, although she didn’t have the strength aspect, only the speed and enhanced senses. There was one last thing that she could do, and that was what she was known for. Manipulation of living matter.

The mighty Thor strode in, as if he owned the place, but (Y/N) guessed that’s what he’d be used to after being a prince for his entire life, and now a king.

“Lady (Y/N), it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Director Fury talks very highly of you.” Thor bowed as (Y/N) stood up, and as (Y/N) drew closer, he snatched her hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles.

(Y/N) grimaced, not bothering to hide her discomfort. “Please do not touch me without warning, lest you find yourself dismembered. And whatever Fury told you about me may be due to the fact that I am his best weapon.” She told him emotionlessly, before turning to the other prince. He had a look of disgust and indifference.

“So this is the mortal that I am to be chained to?” He sneered, and (Y/N) could feel the blood leave her face. Quick, think of a smart response. This is the person you have to be chained to for the rest of your life. (Y/N)’s mind raced and she panicked.

“I thought royals were supposed to be... you know, nice?” She responded with as much bravado as she could muster, rolling her eyes to add to the effect. “You are Loki, Prince of Asgard, trickster, silver-tongue, Rightful King of Jotunheim, and a royal pain in the ass. I know. But to make both of our lives easy for the next few months or so, please keep your trap shut.”

It was Loki’s turn to look shocked, and he awkwardly rubbed at his neck. That was when (Y/N) spied a messy scrawl around his neck, almost as if it acted like a necklace. Thor had a similar one, albeit slightly messier.

Thor gave his brother a knowing smirk before nodding at the two of them. “I shall take my leave now. Good like, Lady (Y/N), I know how had it can be to control my brother. Until we meed again, brother.” And he was out the door before (Y/N) could send him a message to stay.

She was so utterly screwed. And not in the good way.

“So....” Loki prompted, and (Y/N) glared at him, taking in his facial features and committing them to memory. Her memory was absolutely perfect, enhanced as well, she remembered every single thing and every single detail. And hated it. Fury didn’t know about that detail, but he had his assumptions. “You’re my soulmate.” Silver-tongue? Don’t know them. Loki cursed himself, he was meant to be smooth.

“And you’re mine.” (Y/N) said simply, and gestured to the couches. “Take a seat, Loki, and we will talk over rules and laws that you must follow.”

Loki gave a big sigh, almost melodramatic. “If we must.”

“We must.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a seat on one of the couches, watching him carefully, memorising every part of him. The way he moved. Which side he favoured. The way he carried himself. His face. His eyes. His lips- NO. NO. NO. JUST NO. NOT NOW. BUSINESS MODE ACTIVATE. Loki looked amused, apparently having caught (Y/N) in the act, and she blushed, before tapping the metal box twice, and the hologram sprung to life.

She still watched him through the holograms, she controlled both sides, and there were two screens, one facing Loki, and the other facing her, as Loki had taken a seat on the opposite sofa.

She knew he was watching her openly, a cheeky smirk on his perfect lips. His scent filled her nostrils, and she tried desperately not to just inhale excessively. Mint and sweets, with a tinge of snow or rain.

She pulled up his documents. “This is what we have on you.” She said calmly, and he raised an eyebrow, pulling his eyes from her and to the documents that currently hovered in front of him. He flipped through the, not seeming to care at all as (Y/N) watched carefully.

“Most of it is correct. But I did not lead the army to Midgard, Thanos did. Under his direction, I was to take over Midgard. And then when I started to rebel against his control, he....” Loki trailed off and his face closed up, not only in the emotional sense, but also, his eyes closed, his mouth closed and he seemed to be in pain. (Y/N) analysed his movements, the small things. He wasn’t lying, she had been trained to find out if someone is lying, and she didn’t detect a single lie. But he was the God of Lies. Silver-tongue. Remember that.

There was a change and he opened his eyes again, they weren’t the cold blue they were originally, when he had first stepped into the room, but rather, they were tinged with green, around the iris and flecked with gold around the edge. But they were weary, and he seemed to age ten years in ten seconds, bags under his eyes that (Y/N) hadn’t noticed appeared, and his eyes were more bloodshot as if he had been crying earlier.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not going to press on that subject.” (Y/N) said stoically, reading him perfectly. He was prideful, of course he wouldn’t want to talk about how he was feeling and how he had been controlled and manipulated to do something.

Loki remained silent and picked at his left hand. (Y/N) noted that he 1) felt uncomfortable, and 2) was rather nervous, so picking at his left hand could indicate that he was fidgeting and wanted to be somewhere else.

(Y/N) watched him carefully, and he nodded stiffly, glancing up.

“You’re prideful and don’t care for outwardly showing emotion because it means weakness.” (Y/N) came to a conclusion, and he nodded again. “This is very popular in most of the male portion of Midgardians, but your brother is quite the opposite, he makes everyone like him by showing them that he cares and loves them, so that he isn’t weakened by showing affection, rather, he is gathering an army of supporters for when he needs them.” Loki glanced up at her, and tilted his head to the side.

“Does he, now? Could you give me an example?” Loki challenged her, eyes bright at the prospect of proving her wrong.

“Take myself as an example. There are only three people I can call my friend, or at least my confidant, because people either don’t know I exist or judge me on how many people I’ve killed. Your brother is one of them, the other two are Nick Fury and Tony Stark. Tony Stark is only my confidant at the moment.” (Y/N) told him, and Loki looked surprised.

“You, a slip of a child, have killed? In the rather protected environment of Midgard?”

“Protected only because I am part of the protection.”

“Well said.” Fury said, strutting into the room. Loki stiffened but didn’t turn to look at Fury. “Now if you could get your asses out of this room, I’d like to actually use the briefing room for briefing.”

“Fine.” (Y/N) muttered. “Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Cunt.”

“Smart-ass.”

“Dam right I am.” (Y/N) smirked and got up, dragging Loki by the wrist. “Let’s go, Icicle.”

(Y/N) marched him from the room, glancing down at the loud (compared to her soundless footsteps) manacles and chains.

“Are you going to take them off?”

“Nah, they look good on you.” (Y/N) responded and Loki quickly stood in front of her.

“If you are as powerful as you say you are, then you would have no trouble taking them off and not getting into trouble.”

“Trying to goad me into a releasing a wrathful god of mischief on the world?”

“Under the terms and conditions, I cannot physically harm anyone that my brother says I cannot harm.”

“No one ever reads terms and conditions in this day and age, and you only said physically, not psychologically and emotionally. As a silver-tongue, I figured you’d mare it less obvious.” (Y/N) glanced up at his face, then stepped around him, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following her, then realising she was moving with super speed. Oops.

“Hurry up. We have places to be.” (Y/N) called over her shoulder, and Loki caught up smoothly, as if she had never taken the lead.

“And what places are that?”

“Well, first of all, I need to show you around the Compound, and then I need to-” (Y/N) was cut off as Loki shoved her against the wall.

The wall opposite blew up and (Y/N) cursed the fact that the labs had been placed so close to the briefing rooms.

Loki looked alert and protective. (Y/N) would have preferred if he hadn’t treated her like a breakable doll, but the view from where she was, trapped underneath his body against the wall was.... DON’T GO THERE. NOT NOW. YOU NEED TO LET LOKI KNOW THERE ISN’T A THREAT, THAT’S JUST BRUCE AND TONY EXPERIMENTING. The thoughts raced through her mind in an instant.

But Loki wasn’t looking at the wreckage; his eyes were focused on her lips.

Uh.

She wasn’t trained for this. Sure, Nat had taught her how to use her body to lure people in, but she had no idea what to do with a soulmate.

“So... mind telling me what that explosion was?” Loki asked, his eyes trailed up to hers, but he made no effort to move away from her.

The words spilled out of her in a rush, she didn’t have enough time to edit them before they hit Loki’s ears. “Tony and Bruce are in those labs now, and I swear I told Fury that we shouldn’t put the labs near the briefing rooms, but the bugger didn’t listen. If you’re going to kiss me, then freakin’ kiss me, although I have to warn you, I have no idea what to do with a soulmate.” FUCK MY LIFE! (Y/N) thought to herself. WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY THAT?!

Loki’s lips pulled up into a smirk, and then they dove down to do exactly that, kiss her that is. His lips were soft and smooth against hers, which she was sure were slightly chapped, but she didn’t care at that moment, because Loki didn’t seem to mind. They moved slowly, and (Y/N) felt like she caught the hang of it. Sort of.

His hand slid to her waist and pulled her into him, as (Y/N)’s hands got tangles in his soft hair.

“(Y/N)?!?!?!?” Tony’s voice could be heard, and (Y/N) untangled one hand from Loki’s hair without breaking lip-contact and flipped him the bird.

Loki smiled against her lips and drew away, apparently conscious of what (Y/N) was doing (literally) behind his back.

“Fuck off tinman, I can kiss my soulmate where and when I want.” (Y/N) told him grumpily.

“Oh someone’s feeling grouchy.”

(Y/N)’s face burned up and she responded even more grouchily. “Just shut your trap before I shut it permanently.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Tony smirked, and Loki just watched between them, mildly confused, but very amused.

(Y/N) flicked her wrist, and Tony’s mouth snapped shut. She grabbed Loki’s wrist and marched away, Tony’s panicked, muffled protests were lost against the thuds of her boots and the gentle swish of the movement of their clothes. Seconds later, there was a clang, and Loki looked down to see that (Y/N) had released him of his restraints, a card in hand, which promptly disappeared into one of the many pockets in her super-suit.

“So, where is my beautiful maiden taking me?” Loki smirked, and (Y/N) glanced back, rolling her eyes.

“Well, since we’d have to walk past the rest of the labs which most likely only have interns and students in them to get to the living quarters, I’ll show around these parts of the Compound, and show you your quarters when they all go home.”

“And what do these parts of the Compound include? Private nooks and crannies, I hope. And a library.” Loki’s eyes glinted mischievously, and (Y/N) grinned at him over her shoulder.

They rounded a corner, and (Y/N) pulled Loki into her as they disappeared into a corner, concealed by what seemed to be a hologram of the wall.

There was little space, and Loki was flushed up against (Y/N)’s body, and (Y/N) smirked as the slightest bit of blush crept onto his cheeks at the fact that he had been so easily led into a small cranny, then his eyes lit up and he leaned in. (Y/N) chuckled, and pushed backwards slightly, and the wall behind her swung around, leaving Loki stumbling forward and almost getting hit in the face by the spinning door.

Scowling, Loki grumbled about pesky mortals and tricky soulmates, but followed her through the door, only for his breath to be stolen away. It was an indoor garden, paths wound around gardens of varying biodiversity. Some looked like they came straight from the Sahara Desert, others from the Amazon Rainforest. But the winding paths all lead to the centre of the massive domed area, a beautiful fountain.

“Hurry up, Loki. We don’t have all day.” (Y/N) ran back to grab Loki’s wrist and dragged him towards the fountain.

“Asgard’s gardens are much prettier, although not as diverse.... it is as if the gardens of Midgard have been condensed to this small area.” Loki muttered, and (Y/N) smirked back at him.

“Thank you for your praise, I do make sure my gardens are well-maintained and represent every place in the world properly.”

“THIS,” he gestured wildly at everything. “IS YOURS?”

“Yeah, well the space isn’t mine, Fury gave it to me when I started growing vines in his office, but yeah, the gardens are mine. The fountain also isn’t mind, it’s Tony’s, he just needed to put it somewhere.”

“So what’s your ability?”

“Manipulation of all living matter. Which explains why I could shut Tony up immediately, and grow this.” (Y/N) sat down on the edge of the fountain. “Now sit, I want to hatch a plan to get revenge for Fury for making me sit out of missions for the next few months.”

“Of course, milady.” Loki smirked, and the rest of the day was spent plotting mischief and making out. They would say they plotted more, but we all know they made out more than anything.

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PRENATAL

Prenatal development, this follows 2 developmental patterns are cephalocaudal pattern and proximidistal pattern. Cephalocaudal pattern growth that proceeds from the head downward. While Proximidistal pattern growth that proceeds from the body outward. The fetus is responsive to stimuli and appears to learn in the womb. Prenatal temperamental differences persist into infancy and childhood, and some aspects of the prenatal sensory environment maybe important to future development. There are risks associated with teratogenic material diseases these include rubella, AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhoea, genital herpes, and CMV. If a mother has poor nutrition, her fetus faces increased risks of stillbirth, low birth weight, and death during the first year of life.

               When I realized prenatal, I really don’t know if this past is real that I remember or not because before I come into this world I started seeing pink path flowing through the clouds of what I see it depicts that makes me travel at that time I was like watching from what just I saw passes me by. I don’t know if these are real or that was inside my head but from what i see that looks like stars maybe a nebula of some kind galaxies. When I was born I thought it was like a space shuttle which I was riding but that’s it that is how I end up either I imagine that or it was like I saw how I really travel from that part and even so I choose to forget it.

INFANCY  

In infancy, many were able to say first words or other making sounds like cooing and anything that the baby emotion has express. The humans are born with adaptive reflexes that help them survive. Automatically sucking any object that enters the mouth, disappear in infancy or childhood. Primitive reflexes controlled by the less sophisticated parts of the brain. Sensorimotor stage, infants use information from their senses and motor actions to learn about the world. Object Permanence understanding that objects continue to exist when they can’t be seen. The infant has attachment things to the parents to identify his or her parents.

I didn’t remember what I do but I experience how difficult I was since my first guardian abused me then my parents forced me to go in Tagum were my grandparents can take care of me while my parents can do their work on their own. I was lucky and happy which leads to me being naughty and I was a difficult child to handle. From that past I was never recognized who are my parents was because all I know my parents are my grandparents thought they were real to me. And from that day I was quiet and suddenly would be different than any other day.

 EARLY CHILDHOOD

           The measuring intelligence an assumption in studying differences in intelligence is that these differences can be measured. The first tests led by Alfred Binet and Theodore Simon to identify children who might have difficulty in school. This intelligence was later called Intelligence Quotient (IQ). The intelligence of child affects the influences in the family it depends how they raised their child. Parenting styles differ in temperament themselves, so, just like their children; they vary in how they respond to situations. The four types of parenting styles are permissive parenting style, authoritarian parenting type, authoritative parenting type, and uninvolved parenting style.

             When I was elementary student I was a running around person until they set new rules for me. My parents were became permissive or strict in general term, they intended to bring me after class hours in the tutorial centre to guide me through my topics and some of that I became a nuisance to others who were studying there too I suppose that I never learn anything that days. It may be different from today because I realized that studying is important and I learn through their reasons why my parents are so very strict to me. As of today I realize something that even when in difficult struggle, can be trying harder again to accomplish once goal.

      MIDDLE CHILDHOOD

           Physical and cognitive changes the way for being a middle childhood. Many children participate in such clubs like sports, arts, and etc. This has intellectual interest about their health, fitness, and academic performances were concerned. The cognitive changes which term for their language on how they initialize their potential to make it in time. Achievement tests are designed to assess specific information learned in school. The relationships of parents and also friends are important to keep the bonds together and strong no matter the problems are and their child and friends help to sustain their courage to do so in the end.    

           Middle child hood for me is about the pressure and sometimes I ignore the mistakes I did but I never well go around. I focus more on ignoring stuff playing a gadget my prioritize time that I did than studying. I never concern about my health and fitness, I always drink soda and eating junk foods. I had friends before, friends that see u one time then ignore me instantly, only cares when I am bullied by my classmate then they come and when the problem solves they’re gone. Parents can courage to their child something more and something wonderful to be great.  

 ADOLESCENCE

           Adolescence is the transitional period between childhood and adulthood. They’re puberty changes as primary and secondary sex characteristics, which their hormone as menarche which is the beginning of menstrual cycles. Adolescent sexuality can be so tempting and there are risks factor which led to sexual situation. Teens nowadays engaged in sexual activities were often seeing on television shows like the Pretty Little Liars. An adolescent learns and changes their gender identity as they confirm themselves gay, lesbians, and bisexuals. Most of the teens engaged in drugs, alcohol, and tobacco which of them bring out the curiosity of teenagers are sensation seeking.

           As I experience there are things which is evolving around me my sexual characteristics that I don’t understand which leads me to confusion. After that when I saw some television shows that romantic love scene how to proper court someone and make fell in love. Creating sexual desires in their dream longing for someone to be loved and that is how is. I tried to be gay for a contest which I had someone make up for me and quite a lot of fun to give laughter for everyone in just a nick of a time. I am into alcohol but not a strong one; I usually drink if there is an occasion going on with my parent’s permission.

EARLY ADULTHOOD      

           Primary aging occurs most of them develop gray hair, wrinkles, and changes in visual acuity. While Secondary aging is the product of environmental influences, health habits, or disease, and it is neither inevitable nor experienced by all adults. Health habits shows the detection of illness can see what kind of illness is and can determine can be prevent it or not. Sexual Transmitted Disease which the humans never use contraceptives to protect from it and they were getting from it through sexual intercourse. Most intimate partners’ abuses which due to most reasons are jealousy of having their partners seeing someone. Career development focused on adapting to the workplace, managing career transitions, and pursuing personal goals through employment.

             I may develop gray hair but I always thought of something that an illness which of the disease may try to kill me in the only way to die but I always thought the diabetes is the reason why I die. I will never know which would be so my fate will be decided which one of the diseases. I had always doubt about my lifestyle and I am getting obese more than ever. Career development for me is different, imagine where would I be sitting and seeing I help people. I really dream about not only becoming a RPm but maybe becoming an air force pilot someday.

     MIDDLE ADULTHOOD

            Most of men and women having osteoporosis resulting in reduced bone mass and more brittle and porous bones. Vision and hearing can be sudden changes for adulthood which began to decrease the retina and person’s overall sensitivity to light waves. Health and Wellness can be so devastating when it comes to illnesses which started by imbalance diet or any hobbies like smoking that lead to lung cancer. Memory function drawing conclusions about memory rarely include middle-aged people. They were being generosity is their care, give what they can give for their grandkids. They struggle long enough to survive from their illness.

             I really imagine that what could be waiting for me if I suffer an illness which is different from early adulthood of mine. I should be hardly and slowing to move my body as I was beginning to had crack bones of mine with its sound. As I imagine a lot what would be the life of me in 60 years age of me look like exactly. I can be grown old, grumpy, and sad living in home for the aged or even live with grandkids of my own. It is really hard that thinking way more about it is just never ever will happen if I just don’t let it.  

 LATE ADULTHOOD

           Life expectancy and longevity improvements in these variables among the elderly themselves over the past several decades are responsible for changes in the expected lifespans of adults in their 60s and beyond. General slowing the biggest single behavioural effect of age-related physical changes is a general slowing down. Wisdom and creativity elders might have some advantages over the young because of their accumulation of knowledge and skills. Wisdom reflects understanding of “universal truths” or basic laws or patterns. Life satisfaction or a sense of well-being is also an important component of successful aging. Religious beliefs are the component of religious coping involves people’s beliefs and attitudes.

             Life can be full of surprises when realize about something that can be precious to our love ones and we expands our life expectancy to experience more and thank God that we exist long lives today and some of old of us can be slow to stimuli. We do believe our own will to find out how our experiences can show to others how we make it and offer as a good advice to others that may help to guide others away from dangerous paths they never cross. Life of our existence is constant and I would say that it is okay for me to live this life, I owe it to the end of my last breathe for I shall die happy person. Religious gives you the morality and the spirituality which gives the inner peace of our mind and channels our prayer to our God.

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Part Of Your World | 03

; Merman!Jimin x OC

; Genre: Little Mermaid!AU /Angst / Fluff

; Word Count: 6k

; Warnings: Descriptions of pain

; Synopsis: Jimin has always longed for the wide-open skies of the Above Sea. After saving the life of a beautiful woman, he seeks to find her and live in his dream world. But young mermen should be careful what they wish for.

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Pressing himself into a small natural crevice, Jimin watched the downbeat merfolk who swam past every now and again with wide eyes that were filled with more than a little fear. There had been many times on the relatively short swim over here that he’d almost turned tail and headed back to what he knew and was familiar with.

 But every time he’d wavered, he’d thought back to the breakdown he’d had, how it had felt like the walls were falling in on him and he’d resolved himself to moving forwards. This was what he wanted, this what he’d secretly thought of his whole life and now he was determined to do it.

 He had no choice really, if he went back now they’d never let him free. Jimin knew he would die in that damn castle, suffocating under the protection of his family.

But still, as prepared as he had been for what he was going to do, he hadn’t been prepared for the neighbourhood he’d had to come to. He was used to the opulence and cleanliness of the main streets and palace of Thalassa, buildings that had been carved and smoothed into perfection from the bedrock by a society that cared about appearances.

 Instead, Jimin was pressed against rough stone that scratched with each movement. The merfolk who lived here either did not have enough money to bother with aesthetics, or they simply didn’t care.

 The Thalassa Trench was where the lowest and poorest of merfolk came to live; those who wanted to live a life of crime or simply could not afford to live in the Upper Kingdom. Jimin was pretty sure that none in his family had ever even set sight on this dark and grim place, never mind visited it.

 The only light in the Trench came from bioluminescent jellyfish that found themselves caged next to doorframes. It meant that many of the crevices between buildings were pitch black, which even Jimin’s eyes could not penetrate.

 And it was cold here, so cold that even Jimin found himself shivering. Merfolk were creatures that had been designed to cope with the coldness, yet even they could not live comfortably in the depths of the cold-hearted ocean.

 As he watched a particular door, Jimin couldn’t stop his tail from flicking with nerves and worry. His stomach in particular felt like he’d been spun around too many times in a riptide as he contemplated his next course of action.

 He’d sold his necklace for information to a rather desperate looking mermaid closer towards the main square that passed as a social area in the Trench. It had taken him an hour of watching from the darkness for someone who looked like they wouldn’t sell him crappy information. He had only one thing to sell so he had to be careful.

 The mermaid had looked haggard; her blue and pink scales had probably been striking at one point but had become dull with lack of care in more recent times. She’d had a merbaby with her, wrapped in seaweed against her chest as the little one slept quietly, both of their cheeks gaunt with hunger.

 It may seem a strange concept that merfolk were starving when the ocean was literally full of food, however the Trench did not lend itself to food that was easy to catch or even anything that was edible. Jimin had taken one look at some of the fish down here and known immediately that its flesh would be poison to him.

 So his soft heart had won out and he’d asked for information from her. She’d given him such a look of mistrust that he’d known immediately that she had likely had her trust abused in the past, but she’d eventually pointed him in the right direction.

 It turns out you truly can get anything down here in Trench, he mused to himself as he watched a young merman leave the building in front of him. All it had cost was a necklace of the rarest sea glass and he’d found someone who could hopefully solve all his problems.

 The path went silent for a few minutes, with no one swimming past before he finally decided to make his move. Glancing in both directions, he ventured out slowly before knocking on the door with a shaking fist. Jimin wouldn’t lie, he was terrified right now and if he died here, it was likely no one would ever find him.

 “Come in.” A feminine voice spoke out. He stayed still for a moment. All he was doing was facing a door, but it felt like he was metaphorically hovering at the edge of a precipice, with the bottom being the darkest depths of the ocean that even merfolk didn’t understand.

 Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open as confidently as he could and swam through the entrance. The area inside the house was lit with hundreds of bioluminescent coral, providing everything with an eerie green and blue glow.

 The walls had been carved extensively, providing lots of small shelves that were stocked full of items, many of which Jimin couldn’t even identify. Along the far wall was a small bed; sea moss providing a more comfortable place to sleep while a table and rock chair occupied the centre space.

 On the table sat a strange looking bowl. It was made of out something black, the material shining in the dim light and he realised with a start that it was made out of something humans called metal. It wasn’t often that he found someone who used human items and his curiosity immediately sprang to the core.

 He was so enamoured with the item, looking inside the hollow vessel to try and figure out its purpose that he didn’t even notice the presence next to him. It was only when a hand suddenly appeared in his vision that he jerked back with a yelp, startled.

 “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pry into your things please don’t turn me into a crab!” He blurted out without even thinking before wincing. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to insult his way to freedom before he’s even had chance to make his case?

 It’s only when the mermaid laughs softly, her voice sounding like the soft tinkling of the strange chimes that humans liked to use on land that he actually looked at her. When he’d sought out the services of a sea witch, he’d been expecting something hideous and terrifying to look at.

 All good merfolk grew up hearing the stories of the sea witches, fully in the knowledge that they were capable of doing anything while having zero morals. They were considered scourges on mersociety, renegade individuals who cared only about themselves and thought nothing of creating spells or potions that ruined the lives of individuals.

 There were plenty of rumours that the more power a sea witch had, the more deformed he or she was. Power was a corrupting influence, which led to the assumption that those who wielded large amounts of magical power lost the innocence and beauty of life.

 It was understandable then that Jimin had been expecting to see something horrific, a mermaid so corrupt that she had lost her tail and instead gained octopus tentacles or something as he’d specifically asked the poor mermaid in the square for the most powerful sea witch the Trench had to offer.

 He’d even considered the fact that he might be killed on site, that the sea witch would recognise him as royalty and just take him out of this life right then and there. Those who ruled the kingdom of Thalassa were not popular in the Trench and sea witches in particular had more than enough reason to hate those who wielded ultimate power in the kingdom.

 Instead he was graced with a vision of pure beauty. His jaw fell open as his eyes scanned her figure, not having the grace to even do it subtly. Even in the dim light that the coral offered, he could see that she was the most stunning mermaid he’d ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on, and given that he lived in the upper echelons he’d seen plenty of beauties to flick his tail at.

 There was nothing hideous about her at all; in fact it was the exact opposite. She had been graced with a tail of glittering white scales, iridescent with a pearl that caused them to gleam with neon blues and greens in the coral light. He just knew that if she went to the surface, her scales would be soft with pinks, purples and blues in the natural light that the sun would offer.

 The colouring of her tail matched perfectly with her white hair, not the grey of an elderly merperson, but instead stark white. As if all the pigment her hair could have possibly had, had instead bled into her scales. For a moment, he had a realisation that they were almost popular opposites in colouring and if anyone were to swim in now, they would think he was the sea witch with his dark scales.

 “You’re the sea witch?” The incredulous tone in his voice was only matched by the way his eyes widened and his jaw gaped at her. There was no way the most powerful sea witch in Thalassa was this vision of beauty in front of him. Weren’t they supposed to sacrifice merbabies for their potions or something? She must surely have sacrificed a baby to look this beautiful.

 She rolled her eyes at his exclamation, a surprisingly normal move that caused his face to crease in confusion. He was expecting some imposing being of superior power that didn’t make expressions like what his brothers always did to him.

 “Yes, I’m a sea witch. I’m presuming I’m the sea witch that you want; therefore I’m the sea witch. And no, I haven’t sacrificed any merbabies today.” She sighed, turning towards a shelf as she stored away whatever she had in her hand.

 Jimin inched away slightly, his tail curling under him as he held a hand out slightly. How had she known what he was thinking?

 Catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eyes, she laughed again gently. “I get that question a lot. I was just born like this, which is actually very unfortunate down here in the Trench. Looks like this make you a target, which is why it’s good to be powerful. Isn’t that right my Prince?” She smirked, mocking a bow at him.

 His eyes widened comically. Jimin would question how she knew who he was but decided against it. She was a powerful sea witch; of course she would know what the royal family looked like, even down here in the dark depths that never saw the glory or riches of the Upper Kingdom.

 “What is it you seek young Prince? For there is always something everyone seeks from a sea witch.” She asked, a bitter smile spreading across her face that turned her features sad for a moment. A gentle flick of her tail sent her into the rock chair in front of the table and she gestured towards a second rock chair.

 He did a double take at that, he was positive that it had not been here just minutes ago, he was positive of that. Jimin’s mouth opened to question it but for once he managed to reign in the rabid curiosity that had got him into so much trouble recently. He had to be smart and cautious for once, he couldn’t afford to get this wrong.

 “I want something big. Maybe the biggest thing you’ve ever done and ever will do.” He started, struggling to verbalise what he’d desired all his life once he’d discovered the humans. “I..I…” He couldn’t get his wish out and frustration filled him.

 “You desire to live on the land. Oh don’t look so surprised Prince Jimin. Your insatiable curiosity with the humans has even reached the deprived Trench. Your escape from the palace has also reached us too. It only makes sense, it’s the only place you can go now where no one will know you.”

 Jimin sat there for a moment, stunned into silence. He didn’t think he’d been so transparent, but perhaps his secret desire had not been so secret. It may explain the desperate need his brothers had had to keep him locked in the palace. Not that it excused what they had done to him of course.

 “Can you do it?” He whispered, his stomach flipping over itself constantly as his nerves got the better of him. She didn’t even need to see his trembling tail to know that he was close to gnawing off his own hand in anxiety, the tension of finally being on the verge of getting what he’d wanted so strong.

 She paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully over towards her shelves before glancing back into his dark eyes, so filled with worry and determination. There was a brief hesitation before she nodded and the breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding whooshed out of him quickly.

 “I believe I can. But how will you pay for this? You have nothing on you that could remotely cover the cost of something as expensive and time consuming as this.” She gestured towards his figure, noting that he had nothing on him at all. He paused, desperation filling every cell in his body at the prospect of being so close yet so far.

 “I’ll do anything, you can have anything if I can get it! I don’t care what it is, please just take it and let me live on land. Please just let me be part of her world finally.” He begged, reaching forward without thinking and clasping her hand in his.

 Her skin was soft and her touch gentle, surprising him once again before she extracted her hand. She pursed her lips slightly, considering her options before nodding.

 “Very well. There is one thing that I think the spell would accept from you in lieu of anything material. But you have to understand that this is binding and there will be no turning back once you do it.” She frowned at him sternly. His head was nodding before he even realised, not even caring that he would never come back here.

 “What would the spell want from me then?” Jimin was not an idiot, though he was aware he seemed it sometimes. He was willing to sacrifice anything he could but he still wanted to know what he would have to give up. His tail would be disappearing as quickly as sea foam on the shore but he was still curious as to what could be of such value that a spell would accept it.

 “Your voice.” Was the sea witch’s simple reply. He paused for a moment in surprise, his hand involuntarily going to his throat as he thought about what his life would be like with no voice. Surely it would not matter? He could use mer-sign well enough that it would be easy to communicate what he wanted, he was sure of this.

 Being mute in mersociety did not limit anyone; mer-sign had been created so that merfolk could hunt silently in the ocean and still understand each other across distances. It had evolved rapidly into a full language that all merfolk spoke as a second language, and for some a first.

 Yes, he could handle having no voice and he made this known to the alluring sea witch.

 “Very well Prince Jimin. This spell will take a day for me to prepare, you are welcome to use the spare room through that archway if you wish. I presume you don’t want to spend anymore time outside than necessary, correct?” She rose from the rock chair, a dainty hand gesturing towards an archway covered in seaweed.

 He bowed his head towards her and swam over slowly, stopping before he entered and simply looked at her. “Thank you for this, I can’t even begin to tell you how much this means to me.” He ducked inside before she could say anything else, his cheeks heating with embarrassment.

  Jimin slept far longer than he expected to, but his dreams were not pleasant thoughts of the excitement that the land was going to offer him. Instead they were dominated with images of Jungkook’s face as he swam away, the panic in his baby brother’s eyes. He dreamt of his brothers finding out what he’d done and the pain he would cause them all.

 He dreamt of the castle as he’d grown up, lit at all quarters by the finest and brightest coral in the softest colours. He dreamt of the merfolk who had cared for him as he grew and the teachers who encouraged the rabid curiosity that had resided in Jimin from a young age.

 He dreamt of his mother and father, the way they had always made sure to make time for him despite being incredibly busy not only with a kingdom but with six other sons.

 He dreamt of the ocean, haunting in it’s emptiness yet overwhelming in its endless nature. The soothing quiet of the Deep Sea and the busyness of the Shallows. His dreams were filled with the gentle sea giants such as the awe inspiring whales and their beautiful songs that made him dance with the dolphins in the waves.

 He dreamt of Taehyung, the twin with whom he had shared a womb with and whom he had shared a life with. Taehyung, who would now have to spend the rest of his life alone. Jimin would never know what his beloved brother was doing or if he was even happy or alive; he would never see his nieces or nephews. He would never see Taehyung’s smile or the artwork that allowed everyone to have just a small glimpse into the beautiful soul of his twin.

 He dreamt of all this, and instead of dreaming of what he was gaining, he cried for what he was losing.

  Jimin was woken up abruptly by a sudden shake, his voice groggy as he groaned out a complaint. He hadn’t had chance to sleep much over the last few days so it took a few moments for him to remember where he was and why.

 Sitting up abruptly, he looked up into the gorgeous visage of the sea witch and found himself momentarily befuddled again. Shaking his head, he frowned at her as he followed her back into the main room.

 “I thought it would take a day?” He asked, watching as she placed some items into a strap of seaweed that she then slung around her shoulder. Jimin would be the first to admit that he had absolutely no idea what was involved in magic, but he still expected it to be a little more…fantastical and magical.

 “It does, it will take us the remainder of the day to swim to the closest shoreline that you want to go to.” Jimin didn’t even bother asking how she knew where he wanted to go, he’d officially decided that there were some mysteries even he didn’t want to unravel.

 “Why do we need to go to the shoreline?” She levelled a stare at him that made him feel like he’d just asked a stupid question. It was only when he ran it through his head again that he realised it was a stupid question that was mer-thinking at its finest.

 If he wanted to live on land, then he would need to be on land to live there. The sea would become inhospitable to him once the spell took effect, it made sense to do it close to the shore so that he could reach land quickly.

 Sucking his lower lip between his teeth, he nodded his head and gestured towards the door, allowing her to exit first. He didn’t see any point in generating even more of her ire by asking more stupid questions, he needed her help to have this happen and Jimin was the type of merman to rub people the wrong way.

  For the first part of their journey to the shore, there was silence between the two, neither one having anything to say to the other. A pod of dolphins that often played with Jimin joined them for part of the journey, causing him to giggle as they slapped their tails at him to try and get them to join in with their fun and games.

 Normally he’d be more than willing to spend an hour with them, enjoying the company of the social mammals but today he had more important things to do. He sent them off with gentle pats all around, hoping that he might see them again when they breached the surface near the land in the future.

 The silence between the two travelling companions was finally broken when the sea witch spoke up suddenly, a question that had obviously been on her mind bursting forth from her lips.

 “Who is ‘her’? You said that you wanted to be part of her world yesterday.” She falls silent after this, watching him as they both move forward with powerful thrusts of their tails.

 Jimin remained quiet for a moment, the protective feeling he had regarding his human woman raising its head suddenly at this new line of questioning. He eyed the sea witch warily, but she didn’t seem to be paying much attention to him and he decided that it wouldn’t hurt to be honest and open about this.

 “She’s a human woman I saved a few months ago. Her ship went down and she was going to drown. I saved her life and brought her back to shore. She’s…one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen and I kept watching for her for weeks hoping to finally find her again. I finally did find her and I feel like…almost like she’s been waiting for me.” A soft smile has settled onto his face at the thought of her, along with excitement at the prospect of meeting her.

 Quiet settles again between the two, the sunlight from above the surface filtering down through the water and catching the scales of his companion. Jimin takes a moment to admire her tail once again, a indulgent smile gracing his face when he realises that he was right.

 Her tail is as pretty as a pearl in the sunlight, perhaps the most striking tail he’s ever seen on a merperson. He muses to himself that it’s a waste that such a grand tail never gets to see the light of day down in the Trench.

 “So…you’re giving up everything the ocean has to offer for a human woman you’ve never talked to?” Her voice is gentle, but he can hear the scepticism loud and clear. He frowns in defence, though he understands here she is coming from if he’s being honest. He’d feel the same way if Taehyung had done this.

 “It’s not just her, though I do hope that I can perhaps be with her if possible. It’s also that she represents everything that the land can offer me, everything that the sea just can’t.” He pauses, making sure that he can compose himself to try and get this thoughts across efficiently.

 “Beauty of unparalleled levels, knowledge that mersociety cannot even imagine, technology that will make my eyes and my brain hurt. If I could somehow be with her too, then I wouldn’t have need of anything again. All mersociety has done is berate me for my inquisitiveness and try to stifle my need for adventure. Surely you understand? Stuck in the Trench and all?” He asks, positive that she feels the same way.

 She looks at him out of the corner of the eye and he could swear that it’s disappointment he sees, which confuses him.

 “Oh my prince, if only I could be like you. I wish my problems were simply that I was too nosy for mersociety, and there’s really nothing wrong with that you know. No, I know what merfolk think of sea witches and I’d rather not put myself out there in the Upper Kingdom only to get hurt. No one in the Trench cares because everyone is looking out for himself or herself. I learnt not to aspire to things I can’t have when I was a young merlass.”

 Jimin is silent for a moment, cowed into silence by shame. Here he was, complaining of being misunderstood and wanting something greater than he had. Yet he already had the best mersociety had to offer, whereas some were left to suffer at the bottom.

 “Sorry.” He murmurs. She waves a hand, letting him know that she’s not bothered by what he’d said. They travel in silence after that until finally the sea floor begins to rise up towards them. The sky above the surface had turned dark, the light of a full moon that had risen as they had continued on their travels giving the sea witch an almost ethereal glow.

 It was at this moment that he realised she looked every bit a witch, despite his misgivings yesterday, with power glowing from her as her tail scales illuminated in the bright light. He floats for a moment, unsure of what to do, or even if he is supposed to do something, as she begins to prepare the start of the spell.

 She swims around him in strange movements, muttering something soft under her breath as various items are used and then discarded into the sea. She breaks open what appears to be a hollow rock and smears the grey contents across his face, throat and tail, causing him to grimace in disgust.

 He’s not sure what he expected, but it probably involved some chanting or something. Maybe some bright lights and something that looks like those things humans call fireworks that explode in the sky every now and again. He has no experience with magic so honestly he’s just guessing.

 She pauses finally to look at him, her face serious and a look of complete concentration that suddenly breaks into concern which worries him intensely.

 “Are you sure about this Jimin? Think hard and listen to my words closely, you have only one chance to reject this spell before it is complete and nothing can stop it.”

 “This spell will allow you to live as a human being. You will breathe like them, eat like them, walk like them and die like them if your time comes too soon. The ocean will no longer welcome you like it does now if you reject it’s embrace.”

 “Do you accept this Prince Jimin, fifth son of the Thalassa kingdom?” She finishes, hands clasping gracefully in front of her as she awaits his decision. He pauses for just a moment, knowing that his life will forever change after this before nodding his agreement.

 Before he can even finish nodding, his throat burns violently in a flash of pain that causes him to scream. Bending over immediately, his tail beating violently as the pain becomes overwhelming; he tries desperately to press down to relieve some of the feelings.

 His screams soon become chokes, his throat convulsing violently as knife like pains stab through it on all sides. It feels like someone is cutting through his throat violently and he feels light headed at the sensations before it suddenly stops.

 Jimin’s gasps are loud in the quietness of the sea and he takes a few minutes to recover, the phantom pain causes his limbs to quiver slightly. He opens his eyes finally to see the sea witch looking at him in sorrow, her eyes soft with sympathy and pity.

 He goes to speak only to find nothing happens, his voice rendered silent by his acceptance of the spell. Panic runs through his body at the realisation before he stops himself, remembering what he’d agreed to give up to get his wish. He’s surprised however by the keen feeling of loss he experiences, the knowledge that he’ll never hear his own voice or be able to sing again causing his heart to ache.

 “Prince Jimin, there is one more thing. I apologise that I could not say this sooner but all spells require a sacrifice, which was your voice, but all spells also have a repercussion. For something as powerful and life changing as this spell, your repercussion also had to be life changing. Please know that I did not choose this for you, the spell spoke it to me once I had prepared it, as all spells do.”

 He frowns, opening his mouth to tell her to continue before remembering and gesturing forward instead. Jimin had heard many tales about magic and how it always wanted something in return; in the back of his mind he had known that losing his voice was simply payment for the spell itself.

 “You have chosen to given up the bounty that the sea has given you, the life it gave it you. As such, the sea has demanded a powerful price for your spell. You have four months to live as a human as you wish. But the sea is not always demanding, but it is also yielding and benevolent. As such, you are granted one chance to make your choice permanent.”

 “A true love’s kiss before the four months have ended will allow you to live. If you are not able to have a true love’s kiss by the time the full moon rises again in a four month’s time, then you will be drawn back into the sea’s embrace involuntarily.”

 The sea is yielding and benevolent, but it is also powerful and a force to be reckoned with. The sea will reclaim you; only it will not allow you to retain the form you have been gifted now. Instead it will ravage you like the tidal waves of a storm and take your life. You will vanish into sea foam, never to be seen again.”

 She finishes her warning and Jimin stares at her in shock, shaking his head slightly as her words filter through. No, no this wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to go live on the land forever, not just four months!

 “I’m sorry Jimin, the ocean does not let her creatures go quietly. For what it’s worth, I hope you find your true love and get what you desire finally.” While Jimin is frozen in the water, his mind desperately trying to comprehend what he has now realised is his likely death sentence, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

 The kiss causes him to jerk back and his face contorts into anger, about to scream at her for deceiving him so. But he doesn’t even get chance to silently scream as a shudder suddenly envelops his body. Startled, he looks down and it’s only upon seeing his tail that the pain begins.

 Jimin had stupidly thought that losing his voice was the worst pain he’d ever felt, but he soon realised that he was wrong. It feels like his tail is burning from the inside out, like one of those underwater volcano vents that let out bursts of burning water.

 Quick stabs of sharp pain begin to spread up his tail, right along the middle and in his head he is screaming so loud. He’s screaming and screaming and he can’t stop as the pain takes over every molecule of his body. But externally there is nothing but the silence of the ocean, the rhythmic thumping of the waves on the shore hundreds of metres away.

 He can’t stop the thrashing of his body as he tries to alleviate the pain, but it doesn’t help, if anything it simply increases what he’s feeling. Thousands upon thousands of tiny pinpricks of stinging suddenly sear his tail and he has to watch his beautiful scales fall away to the bottom of the sea floor, leaving his tail naked as the skin slowly bleaches to match his chest.

 From his hips, the most excruciating agony begins to erupt as bones begin to form and shape, bones that humans have but he doesn’t. He watches with horror as the bones cause his tail to become horribly misshapen before it finally splits into two, the sheer pain causing him to scream out in agony.

 He feels like he is screaming so loudly that his family back in the palace can hear him, and suddenly he wants nothing more to be with his brothers. He wants to have Taehyung hug him so tightly while his brothers help him through the pain.

 Jimin is not sure how long has passed by, it feels like it has been hours but he’s positive it has only been minutes. He’s also not sure he can handle any more pain, but when he looks at what used to be his tail he can see that the legs he had wanted so badly are only half formed.

 Gasping desperately, he looks at the sea witch with pleading eyes, his entire body wracked with convulsions. She makes no move to help him and the spell continues to ravage his body.

 A scorching pain on his neck suddenly adds to his overwhelmed senses and his lungs are suddenly burning for air. The feeling is so foreign to him that he doesn’t understand it at first. His hand presses to his neck as he realises that he no longer has gills and the realisation fills him that he can no longer breathe under water.

 The thrashing of his body in his desperation to get to the surface reminds of him of how he had made fun of the humans for their silly swimming. He had never regretted being so cruel.

 It’s only when he’s suddenly gasping the cool air of the Surface that he realises the sea witch had wrapped an arm around his waist and brought him up. She holds him steady throughout the convulsions that wrack his body. The pain increases continuously, leading him to wonder if it will ever stop.

 He’s momentarily distracted from the pain by the realisation that there is liquid running down his face, and he realises he is crying like humans do. It had used to fascinate him, but all he wants right now is for the pain to stop.

 As he slowly begins to lose consciousness, the battle of his body’s nerves finally taking it’s toll on his mind, he stares at the sea witch and has the strangest thought in the midst of passing out.

 His vision slowly blackens but not before he realises that in the pale light of the moon that kisses the surface of the sun so softly and sweetly, he’s never seen anything so beautiful as the sea witch in his life.

A/N: Thank you for the reception to this so far :) the love inspired me to write the third chapter so I hope you like it!