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Steeling My Heart - Chapter 6 (Final)

Series Summary : Being part of a Super Villain group was never really in your plans, but here you are because no one understands you like your own people do. Somehow, you always find yourself running into a particular red-headed hero who can never catch you, and you suspect it’s because she doesn’t really want to. Will something unexpected bloom between the hero and villain? What happens when your leader uncovers your connection with her? One thing you know for sure is you’re absolutely screwed…

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Chapter 6

Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you immediately attempt to sit up with your hands on your previously injured stomach. It smells like…a lot of things: pancakes, hospitals, lavender, tuna, copper. The combination of smells makes you want to hurl, eat, and sleep all at once. But first things first; you need to open your bloody eyes.

You’re wearing a white and blue gown; that explains the hospital smell, and perhaps the copper. Now that you’re more awake, the copper seems to be more taste than smell. Blinking back to life, you shift your head to see a fresh stack of pancakes being practically inhaled by none other than your red-headed best friend sitting in the chair to your right.

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Estelle and The Mark of Arachnid: The Trident of Poseidon (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5: Sam Gets Her Epic Anime Moment.

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So, at this moment, I’m pretty much useless. Because of my fever, I don’t even have the strength to get up. So I have no choice but to watch my best friend hold on to her dying father. While that’s happening, The Vulture was laughing sinisterly. 

“Stop laughing, you freak!” I yelled in anger.

“Oh you foolish mortal. Can’t you see? This is the curse of being a half-blood, no matter how much they struggle, the people they care and love are the ones that suffer.” 

Sam was trying to stop the bleeding, but it’s not working. The wound was too big and too much blood was spilling. Mr. Stacy was dying and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. At this moment, Mr. Stacy seems to be saying something to Sam, but he was too weak for me to hear it. The Vulture flies up in the air, ready to attack. 

“Time to die, Halfblood!” She yelled. 

As she swoops down, Percy suddenly flies out of nowhere and clashes with the harpy. They both fall to the ground. I hear Percy groaning in pain. 

“Percy?!” I yelled. 

“Should’ve known it was an ambush,” He replied. “Where’s Sam?” 

I pointed towards the Stacy’s, and as I did, Sam looked at me. 

Her eyes say it all. 

He’s gone. 

Percy notices her expression and curses in an ancient language. Then the Vulture pins Percy down from behind. 

“You insolent brat!” She yelled. “Always getting in the way! Always ruining our plans and forcing us to hide in the shadows!” 

Percy tries to escape from her grip but fails. The harpy claws out Percy’s back. He screams in pain. I screamed out to him as I tried to get up; but once again, I was too weak to even move. I don’t know why I’m getting this fever, but it’s a really bad time to lose most of my strength! 

“Time for you to die, Percy Jackson!” Vulture yelled. 

Just as she was about to do the finishing blow on Percy, a bullet flew past her face, leaving a scar on her face. She grunts in pain and lets go of Percy. 

“Who did that?!” She yelled. 

We all looked at where the bullet was shot at, and we saw Sam holding her father’s gun and the knife I had a while ago. 

“You're fighting me, bird freak!” she yelled. 

Vulture snarled at her, “You? How can a mere child hope to stand against… wait…” She squints her eyes as she takes a closer look at Sam, “Your eyes…”

I looked at Sam and saw what the Vulture was seeing. Sam’s eyes were glowing. As I said before, Sam has gray colored eyes that are just full of curiosities and wonders. Now, they’re glowing, shiny like silver but fueled by anger and sorrow. It’s kinda like how Goku goes Super Saiyan; or Rose using her silver eyes; or… basically like how every anime character activates their powers for the first time. 

“No matter!” The Vulture once again flies up and swoops down to attack Sam. However, Sam miraculously dodged her attack and slashed her talons with the knife. The harpy screeches in pain. Sam was being relentless, she was somehow dodging all of her attacks and was counter attacking with her knife. She wasn’t using the gun, but I believe she was just saving ammo to finish off the Vulture. 

As Sam was dealing with the harpy, Percy was getting back up and was about to join the fight when we suddenly heard a loud roar. Percy cursed in silence and saw a big figure charging through and ramming towards him. Percy managed to dodge but barely. He grabbed his pen that was in his pocket and uncapped it, turning it into a sword. Percy gets back up and continues fighting the big guy while Sam deals with the Vulture. 

I’m honestly at shock; not only is my lovable and dorky brother is being a total badass, but my best friend who is a total otaku (don’t judge, anime is getting popular lately) and a nerd on history and myths is standing up against a highly experienced flying bird person. Either I’m now hallucinating, or I have underestimated my family. 

Sam continues dodging and slashing down the Vulture, but is only doing minimal damage. Makes sense, but just because she has some ancient power that’ll most likely be the start of another Shonen anime, does not mean she’s instantly an expert. What do you think this is? An Isekai Anime? Anyways, despite Sam holding up, she’s still no match for the Vulture. After only a few minutes of them constantly fighting, Sam was being overwhelmed by fatigue and the harpy’s relentless attacks. 

Panting, Sam was cornered. 

“Your temper tantrum is over, little girl!” The Vulture yelled. She lifted one of her talons and attempted to attack, but Sam anticipated and dodged it, then aimed her father’s gun and fired at her. The bullet flew past her, but left a small scratch by her cheek. The vulture then left a swift kick toward Sam at the stomach, knocking her out. Sam landed right next to me, groaning in pain. 

“Sam!” I yelled weakly, “Stay down, just get to the gate, I’ll be okay!”

Sam slowly gets up and grabs the knife on the ground. 

“No!” She yelled, “I’m not losing anyone else because of me! You want me, you flying freak? Come get me!”

As the Vulture was panting from their fight, I saw Percy also struggling with his fight against the big guy himself. Whoever this guy is, he definitely knows Percy’s fighting technique. I muster up all the strength I have as I slowly get up, but my fever is really wearing me down, like I could pass out at any moment. But I can’t.  I need to find a way to help them in any way possible. 

“Percy!” I called out.

“Estelle! Get Sam inside camp! I’ll hold them off!” Percy yelled, unaware that I’m not feeling well and can’t do much to help Sam. 

“But Percy-”

“I’ll be fine, go!”

I know he’s lying, but I ain’t got much of a choice at the moment. I called out to Sam.

“Sam! We gotta go!”

“Not yet! Not until I kill her!” Sam replied. 

“Sam! That’s not you,” I said. “Your dad wouldn’t want this for you! He wants you to live a normal, happy life!” 

The Vulture continues her relentless attacks. She would either fly up and swoop down to attack with her claws; use her wings to attack on the ground or simply throw some of her feathers at Sam. Most of her attacks don't lay a scratch on Sam, but she’s wearing out fast. Probably because she never did this much exercise in the past. Remember, she’s an Otaku nerd, not an athlete. Or maybe, it has something to do with those silver eyes. You know, how in anime where the main character uses their abilities for the first time with recklessness, only to wear out fast and lose the fight? Yeah, something like that. 

Okay… I gotta convince Sam to stop making me watch anime. It’s ruining both our views in reality.

Suddenly, Sam was kneeling down, panting from dodging and attacking the Vulture. She was already wearing down from the fight already. 

“Sam!” I yelled. 

“You lose,” The Vulture said, kicking Sam towards me. She dropped both the knife and gun far away from us so we have no way to defend ourselves. 

Meanwhile, Percy was managing to keep his head up and focused on his fight. The big guy was losing his breath. No doubt, Percy is actually winning. 

“Why can’t you just stay down?!” Percy yelled. 

The big guy growled. 

He then punched Percy, making him fly towards us. 

Percy groaned in pain. 

“Okay, that really hurts,” He said.

The three of us stayed closed as the Vulture and the big cloaked man walked towards us. But now that I got a good look at his front side, I noticed he has horns popping from his hood. I can only think of one creature with such a horn. But it can’t be… right?

“It’s over, Percy Jackson!” The Vulture yelled. “Give up!” 

Percy still has his sword on his hand, but he’s worn out from his fight and so was Sam. Plus, her weapons are tossed to the side. And what’s worse, the two are blocking the entrance to the camp, so now we can’t even get to safety and call for help.

“Now, time for you to-”

As the Vulture was gonna attack, a sudden buzz was heard from nearby. The vulture then responded toward her ear.

“Master?” She responded. She was nodding and listening to whoever was behind her earpiece. Which, may I remind you, I just noticed right now. Was that always there? And if so, was she just following orders from someone else? And by whom?

“Understood,” The vulture responded and looked at her partner. “Change of plans, our boss wants Percy alive. The rest we can dispose of.” 

The big guy growled and nodded. 

“Who wants me?” Percy asked. “Who do you work for?!” Percy yelled. 

“Nothing for you to know, Jackson. Just know that you are very lucky that my master wants you alive,” The Vulture says.

“What, Percy has a fan club of his most hated enemies?” I asked. 

“Oh, you have no idea.”

The Vulture walks closer to them as Percy gets between.

“You leave them alone!” Percy yelled. 

“I don’t think so,” Vulture replied. “You are important to my master, but the girls made this personal now. Never have I lost my prey in all my life.”

I scoffed, “Yet you managed to fail to stop all three of us.” 

“Perhaps… but you won’t be alive to tell anyone.” 

As the two monsters walked closer to us, an arrow flew past the big guy. It came right behind us, and as we looked behind us, what I saw was even more shocking. I swear, I saw dozens of these spartan looking warriors, wearing armor and wielding spears, shields, and bows. Suddenly, a tall man walks up front from behind the group. As he appears, I realized something… he has a horse body underneath his torso. A horse butt. 

Yeah… let’s add that in this pile of crazy reveals. 

“You two! Leave these kids alone, or you face my campers!” 

Vulture snarls then replied, “Chiron… mark my words, your camp will burn along with these warriors. My master will ensure it!” 

The Vulture ordered the big guy to retreat, as they both walked back towards the shadows, she spoke to Estelle. 

“We will meet again, sister of Percy Jackson.”

“The name is Estelle. Estelle Blofis,” I replied. 

And the two disappear to the shadows. 

Several of those warriors ran towards us and tended to our wounds. The man with the horse body, I believe his name was Chiron, spoke to Percy. 

“Percy, are you okay?” he asked. 

“Been through worse, but…” Percy looked towards Mr. Stacy’s corpse. “We lost a good man.”

Sam collapsed, as if all of her energy was just used up and she didn’t notice until the fight was over. Of course, I’m no different. 

“Hey, Percy?” I asked. “I… I don’t feel so good…” 

I suddenly started to lose consciousness as Percy called out for me. The last thing I saw was him running towards me as several of those warriors grabbed onto me so that I wouldn't collapse on the ground. 

And then everything turns black. 

You want to know something crazy? I don’t dream, at all. Seriously, everytime I go to bed, I close my eyes and then wake up the next day. No dreams or visions, nothing. It’s like time just passes by and I don’t notice it. 

This time… I had a dream.

I can’t really describe where I was; only that it was dark and secluded. At the other end of this room, I saw these three hooded elder ladies, weaving something. Hard to tell what it was as it weaved endlessly towards the darkness. 

I slowly got up and asked, “Where am I?” 

The three ladies did not answer, instead they continued weaving. I noticed something though; they seem to be weaving some unique colors of threads. As I look towards the end of their threads, I see several sweaters and shirts with names on them. Most of them I recognized instantly and some not yet. However, the majority of these shirts were unfinished. But… the ones that were finished had names I am unaware of. There were names like Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Luke Castellan and more; but there was one name that really grabbed my attention for some reason. It was a purple sweater, unfinished and tossed to the side and had a hole on the spot on the chest, where the heart would be. It didn’t have a name on it.

I don’t know why it piqued my interest, but for some reason I felt grief and sorrow for it. It’s as if it was meant for someone. 

“Estelle Blofis…” 

One of the ladies spoke and was pointing upwards. I looked up and saw a spider hanging by the light on the ceiling. It came webbing down towards the unfinished clothes and did something unexpecting. It began using its webs to seal up the holes on them. 

“It seems,” One of the ladies said, “You have taken a path that shall defy fate itself, Estelle Blofis. Would you use this gift for yourself? Or for others?” 

I didn’t understand what she was saying. 

Gift? Defy fate? What does that even mean? 

“Perhap time shall tell…” She said as the room began to darken.

Then I woke up. 

I groaned as if I didn’t get enough sleep due to me staying up and watching some anime Sam recommended. Don’t deny that you have done this before. 

“Estelle!” I heard a voice. I looked ahead and saw Percy, wearing some shorts and an orange shirt that had a logo and name on it: CAMP HALF-BLOOD. 

I replied, “Percy? Where am I?” 

“In the infirmary at camp. After you passed out, we took you here to heal. You had a pretty bad fever during the fight.”

“How long was I out?” I asked. Percy was quiet for a moment and then replied.

“About two days.” 

“TWO DAYS?!” I yelled. I then rapidly started asking questions about The Vulture and her partner, Percy and Sam’s health and… about Mr. Stacy. 

Percy was able to explain everything to me. The campers took us here to heal and recover from Vulture’s attack. As for Mr.Stacy… They buried him nearby and gave him a proper funeral yesterday. 

“I should’ve been there for Sam,” I said. “It was my fault… I should’ve done something to help.” 

“It’s not your fault, Estelle. He knew how dangerous this life is, so he did everything he could to protect her daughter. Mom did the same for me, and Annabeth and I would do the same for our kids.”

I sighed, “But all that Sam had was her dad. What is she going to do now?” 

Suddenly, Sam emerges from behind Percy as she enters the infirmary. 

“Stella! You’re okay!” She yelled as she jumped on me and hugged me. 

“Sam…” I couldn’t say anything. I just held her and she let out all of her emotions. 

“I was so worried, I thought I’d lose you too!” She said, crying out on my shoulder as she held onto me tightly.

After what felt like a few minutes of crying, Sam picked herself up and joined in on the conversation. Percy explained how the campers healed our wounds and saved us from the Vulture and her partner. Percy explained to me how I was having a nasty fever and that I was sweating pretty bad. I miraculously survived, but there was no explanation for my sickness. I wasn’t hit by any poison or cursed at all, whatever that means.  He explained to Sam why he brought us here.

“Sam, your father and I brought you here because it was the safest place for you to be. You see, your blood is sacred and brings danger to yourself. Your father did everything he could to protect you from this. If you knew, our enemies would pick up your scent much faster.”

“And where are we, exactly?” I asked. “What is this camp?”

“This is Camp Half-Blood. A safe haven for half-bloods like me and Sam,” Percy answered.

“Half-bloods? What is that?” Sam asked. 

“Demigods, Sam. Demigods.”

Sam and I gasped. 

“I understand this is a lot to take in but-”

“I’m like Thor?!” Sam yelled in excitement. “Can I do some awesome god powers like him? No wait, what if I’m like Bell from Danmachi?!”

Leave it to Sam to always talk about anime and movies. To be fair, it is a good anime, don’t mind too much about the… plot.

“Not like that, Sam,” Percy said. “It’s a lot to explain, so as soon as Estelle is ready, I’ll take you girls to the big house. Chiron will be there to help explain it better.”

“Chiron?!” I yelled. “You mean THE Chiron? The friendliest and wisest Centaur in Mythology?!” 

“Oh yeah, I forgot how much you both were into Mythology. I guess this will be pretty easy to explain. Anyways, I brought you some extra clothes for you to wear in the meantime, Estelle. It’s by the chair next to you, Sam and I will wait outside.” 

After that, Sam and Percy got up and left the building. On the chair next to me was an Orange shirt and shorts. My sneakers were there too. Afterwards, I got up and changed. I thought about what my dream was about and why I even had it in the first place. I don’t dream, at all. And what did The Vulture and her partner want with Percy? Who was their master? Well, whatever it was, it’s not good. All I know is that Percy is involved, and even though he’s such an overprotective dork, he’s still my brother who’s also a father and husband. And Sam is all alone now. She needs me. 

Whatever happens from this point on, is my choice. I don’t know where this life will take me, but I won’t abandon my friends and family. Whatever this life holds for me, I will have to face it. Even if it’s a living nightmare.

And so, I stepped out of the infirmary.

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Attraction Inside A Dream - Aquia Avari

まかナイ (Court of Darkness) Event Story Eng. Fan Translation

Chapter 3

As a prize for winning the Grand Prix in まかナイ last year, they made Aquia and event story! (Hopefully he’ll win the next one, too, because then he’ll get an official main route!) It’s super cute and we get to see a new side of Aquia that we’ve never seen before!

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Chapter 3

I gasp in response to Aquia’s question.

I look over and see Aquia with a heartbroken expression, pressing his lips together tightly.

MC: Umm, it’s…it’s not that, it’s just…

I started the conversation already, but I still have no idea how to properly explain to him what’s going on.

(Do I have amnesia or is this just a dream? Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s either of those things…)

(If this is real life, then I’m sure this must seem incredibly out of nowhere for Aquia.)

Aquia: I…

Aquia: Would you come with me for a moment?

Aquia murmurs quietly before standing up and grabbing my wrist.

MC: Aquia…?

This sudden pushiness from him confuses me, but I quickly stand up to follow him.

He brings me to a set of stairs in the same back gardens we were sitting in.

Leaves had piled up on the stairs, suggesting that they were rarely, if ever, used by anyone.

Aquia: …

Standing quietly in front of me, Aquia looks directly at me.

Aquia: If…Even if you’ve fallen out of love with me, I can’t accept that.

Aquia: I won’t let you go.

MC: Aquia…

Aquia: I’ll make you fall in love with me again.

Aquia steps closer, pushing me against the wall of the stairs.

Aquia: I’ll…I’ll make you mine again.

MC: …!

His clear crimson eyes pierce right through me.

His deep, hushed voice, the impatient expression on his face, the strength in his grip on my wrist–

(I’ve never seen Aquia like this before...)

MC: I-I…

His gaze wavers when he hears my hoarse voice.

He lets go of my wrist and awkwardly looks away.

Aquia: When you first confessed and we started dating…truthfully, I had fallen for you long before then.

Aquia: I just didn’t have the courage to confess my feelings.

Aquia: So when you told me you loved me, I…

He turns his gaze back towards me and I feel my heart skip a beat.

The expression in his eyes seems to be almost like he was begging for something, and I find myself at a loss for words.

With a sad expression, Aquia places his hand on my cheek.

Aquia: That happiness I felt…I told myself that I’d never ever let go of it.

MC: Aqui-

I go to call out his name when his face moves closer to mine, and he presses his lips against mine.

(Aquia’s breath…)

I can feel it lingering on my lips and cheeks and my heart starts racing.

(I don’t know what to do…I really don’t know what to do…but…)

(I can’t look away…)

Aquia: MC.

Aquia’s voice is laced with sorrow as he says my name. He then smoothly moves his hand from my cheek to the back of my head.

With a tug I suddenly find myself pressed against Aquia’s chest.

Aquia: Don’t leave me.

It feels like I’m literally tied up against him as he hugs me tightly, and I feel my body getting hot.

Aquia: Don’t become someone else’s.

Aquia: Because…I’ll always, always be yours.

MC: I…

He looks directly into my eyes after finally being able to find the words to express his feelings.

He moves even closer than before, our lips pressing together once more.

Aquia: Please tell me that you love me.

Aquia: That you’re mine…

My eyelids close as he whispers pleadingly.

I get the sense that he’s smiling.

(Ah…we…we’re kissing…)

My vision goes dark, my eyes shut tightly.

MC: …!!

I wake up with a jolt.

(Wha…I’m in the…?)

I blink, still half dazed from waking up, and feel movement beside me.

Aquia: Ah, MC. You’re awake?

MC: …Aquia?

(What…what is going on?)

I look around and see the multitude of library bookshelves, along with study materials right in front of me.

Aquia: You must’ve been worn out. I’m sorry, I didn’t notice…

Aquia: I saw that you’d fallen asleep and thought that I’d let you just sleep until you woke up on your own.

MC: I…was asleep?

Aquia: Yes, for about fifteen minutes or so.

(15 minutes…? So, then, that means that really was a dream.)

(But the dream felt so incredibly real…and at the end…)

My eyes unconsciously focus on Aquia’s lips.

(When he tried to kiss me…I let him, didn’t I?)

Aquia: MC? Do I have something on my face?

MC: Oh, um, it’s nothing!

Aquia tilts his head, curious, but then ends up rethinking it and laughing instead.

Aquia: Well then, shall we wrap up our reviewing for the day?

Aquia: I think it’d be good to end early today, that way you can relax and get some rest.

MC: Yeah…probably…

That’s Aquia with his usual gentleness and kindness.

(This is reality…we’re just friends…yet…)

(Why do I feel like it’s not enough?)

Feeling a bit jumbled up, I open the library door to leave.

Aquia: Oh, it looks like it’s already dark out…

Aquia: Shall we try that Bavarian cream sundae next time, then?

Aquia: Please, rest once you get back to your room.

Clearly caring and worrying about me, Aquia walks alongside me.

(This gentle side of him is the same as my dream…)

My gaze drifts down to Aquia’s hand as I remember the way we held hands in my dream.

(Even at this distance our arms are bumping into each other sometimes…so, holding hands would be…)

I softly shake my head at the thought.

(There’s no way we’re going to hold hands!! Aquia is my friend…! He’s just a friend!)

But the more I try to put the thought out of my mind, the more I remember how the warmth from Aquia’s big hand felt.

Then, I remember when he grabbed my wrist, and just how passionate he was..

MC: …gah!

Aquia: MC?

Aquia suddenly turns to look at me, and my voice squeaks.

Aquia: Are you really alright? You’ve barely said anything since earlier…

Aquia: You’re not feeling good, are you…?

Aquia: I’ll walk you to your room.

Worried, he places a hand on my back and my heart thumps loudly in response.

(If I keep acting weird like this, he’s probably going to realize something’s up no matter how much I try to evade it. I guess I should just go for it…)

MC: Hey, Aquia…There’s something I want you to hear…

MC: It’s just a really dumb story, but…

I summarize the events of my dream to Aquia.

He seems surprised at first, but then nods and listens quietly to my entire story.

MC: –so that happened. And so I’ve been feeling a little confused…

MC: I’m sorry for acting so weirdly…

Aquia: There’s nothing you need to apologize for.

Aquia: As for having that sort of dream, it was quite unexpected, but…

Aquia: In the dream, what did you think of having me as your paramour?

MC: Um…

Aquia: Was I worthy of being your paramour?

Aquia: Did I properly treasure you and treat you well?

MC: I mean–

Aquia: Don’t become someone else’s.

Aquia: Because…I’ll always, always be yours.

MC: …well, you always treated me nicely and we had a lot of fun together.

MC: I think you were a wonderful paramour.

I put my head down to try and hide the way my cheeks are turning red.

Aquia: So, it wasn’t something that you disliked?

MC: I didn’t dislike it.

I answer his question honestly and he suddenly stops, grabbing my arm.

The strength of his grip is the same as how it was in my dream, and my shoulders bounce slightly.

Aquia: You’ll make me get my hopes up if you tell me things like that.

Aquia: Would this be…okay?

Turning around, he tugs on my arm, pulling me closer to him. Then–

Aquia: MC, answer me?

With an ardent voice, he whispers against my ear.

To be continued...

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the man saw his opportunity and WENT FOR IT. also it seems he still has a bit of Avarian in him after all...yet still manages not to be a total dick. wild how that’s possible, right?

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Biker AU. Flashback Chapter

Chapter 1: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Flashback chapter (here)

Chapter 2: Part 1

Special thanks to:

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Story Element Nominations

Story elements are the things that make up a story: chapters, characters, teasers, and quotes!

Best Teaser

Code Name Raven

by coyote_ace

Distant Sun

by Tuttle4077

Everyone Loves a Mystery

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Fly Back to Me

by HogansHeroesGirl1996

From All the Stars

by Floating Pizza

His Divinest Grief

by Signy1

Keeping the Wolves Away

by LightShiner14

My Enemy's Enemy

by Signy1

The Dodger

by GrrraceUnderfire

The Grand Misadventures of the Milkmaid Prisoners

by DeathThouShaltDie

The Parrot, The Princess and The Pair of Unfortunates

by Oconee Belle

What I Lost in the Dark

by Sierra Sutherwind

What the British Soldier Can Stand

by Signy1

When Credit's Due

by Visage

Win

by Khebidecia

Best Chapter

Chapter 1 (Joy)

Barracks Room Drabbles in December by mrspencil

Chapter 1 (Our Heroes)

Red Cross Drabble Drop by bleeze brew

Chapter 13 (Elves)

Here We Come A-Drabbling by Tuttle4077

Chapter 13 (The Kitchen)

Awakening by GrrraceUnderfire

Chapter 2 (Skating)

Barracks Room Drabbles in December by mrspencil

Chapter 2

Hogan's Heroes Kommandant Chaos by Basketballgirl Kaitlin

Chapter 2

Of Strength and Thunder by Sierra Sutherwind

Chapter 34 (Heart to Heart)

Awakening GrrraceUnderfire

Chapter 5 (Stocking)

Barrack-Room Drabbles in December by mrspencil

Chapter 5 (Story 5)

Guess Who: Heat Wave by Abracadebra

Chapter 6 (Grosvenor Square)

Awakening by GrrraceUnderfire

Chapter 6

Permission to Speak Freely by GrrraceUnderfire

Chapter 8 (Frau Vahlen)

Distant Sun by Tuttle4077

Chapter 8 (Luck Lost)

Journey of a Little Deer by Tuttle4077

Chapter 8 (Story 8)

Guess Who: Heat Wave by bleeze brew

Chapter 9

, His Divinest Grief by Signy1

Best Portrayal of a Canon Character

Baker in Situation Humpty Dumpty

by Book 'em Again

Carter in Journey of a Little Deer

by Tuttle4077

Hogan in Getting to Know You

by GrrraceUnderfire

Hogan in The End of the Operation

 by ColREHogan.42

Kinch in Keeping the Faith

 by Tuttle4077

Kinch in Situation Humpty Dumpty

 by Book ‘em Again

Kinch in When Credit's Due

 by Visage

Klink in Fly Back to Me

 by HogansHeroesGirl1996

LeBeau in Awakening

 by GrrraceUnderfire

LeBeau in The Night Shift

 by Tuttle4077

Newkirk in Nothing Worse Than a Drabble in Verse

 by mrspencil

Newkirk in What I Lost in the Dark

 by Sierra Sutherwind

Schultz in My Enemy's Enemy

 by Signy1

Schultz in Nothing

 by DeathThouShaltDie

Best Portrayal of a Canon Extra

Alfred Burke in His Divinest Grief

 by Signy1

Garlotti in The Parrot, the Princess, and the Pair of Unfortunates

 by Oconee Belle

Gertrude Linkmeyer in Kissing Santa Under the Mistletoe

 by DixieDale

Marya in Fearful Symmetry

 by Signy1

Mavis Newkirk in His Divinest Grief

 by Signy1

Olsen in Mari Lwyd: A Christmas Ghost Story

 by Abracadebra

Olsen in The Parrot, the Princess, and the Pair of Unfortunates

 by Oconee Belle

Tiger in Fearful Symmetry

 by Signy1

Tiger in From All the Stars

 by FloatingPizza

Wilson in When Papa Bear Met Baby Bear

 by Gunney

Best Portrayal of an Original Character

Anatoly in We Don't Talk About Him

 by Khebidecia

Granny in Situation Humpty Dumpty

 by Book ‘em Again

Henri LeBeau in Awakening

 by GrrraceUnderfire

Hilbert Dirksen in December Drabble or Snapshot a Day

 by snooky-9093

Jacobs in I Don't Like Mice

 by dust on the wind

Maggie in His Divinest Grief

 by Signy1

Mariel the Parrot in Lady Chitterly's Cousin, or This Mission Is for the Birds

 by Abracadebra

Matthias in From All the Stars

 by FloatingPizza

Sophie Eridler in Born to be an Agent

 by SoraliaRyujin

Suzanne in Journey of a Little Deer

 by Tuttle4077

Alfred Newkirk in Charm Offensive

 by Abracadebra

Sebrova in The Witching Hour

 by Book ‘em Again

Best Portrayal of a Visiting Crossover Character

The Rooster Crowed at Midnight in Everyone Loves a Mystery by Tuttle4077 Duncan MacLeod in Of Strength and Thunder by Sierra Sutherwind Moffit in Saving Troy's Bacon Raid by tallsunshine12 Sgt Troy in Saving Troy's Bacon Raid by tallsunshine12

Best Quote

1. "But you're the most inept German I've ever dealt with and that's including Klink." 

(Hogan speaking to Waffenschmidt, an OC, Code Name Raven, chapter 4, Coyote Ace) 

2. "He's too sick to be working! He's going to kill us all!" LeBeau exclaimed.

"Not if I wring his neck first," Newkirk growled. 

(Newkirk and LeBeau referring to Carter, Not So Well, chapter 3, deepbluethinking)

3. Hogan shook loose thoughts by pacing. Newkirk had his own method. 

He sat at the table in the barracks, a cigarette clenched between his teeth, a pack of cards in his hands. He shuffled, riffled, fanned, and flourished the cards, blocking out everything around him. 

(Narrator, regarding Newkirk in the barracks, Permission to Speak Freely, chapter 6, GrrraceUnderfire)

4. "I feel like I am about to join a gang filled with a bunch of misfits." 

(Hochstetter…regarding Hogan and a guard called Meyer, Fly Back to Me, chapter 9, HogansHeroesGirl1996)

5. “I suppose he was just following orders," Tiger said, concealing the bitterness in her voice with difficulty.

Matthias grunted. "The country would be better off without them," he muttered, then glanced over at her. "You never heard me say that."

His voice was caught, painfully, between forced levity and tension. Tiger's was scarcely better. "I'm sometimes hard of hearing."

Matthias returned his focus to the road ahead. His eyes darted restlessly. "Amazing how common that affliction is." 

(From All the Stars, chapter 1 FloatingPizza)

6. I was probably the only man in camp who considered Stalag 13 an improvement on my home life. The meals were regular, for starters, and I had my own bed.

(Newkirk’s observations,  The French-English Mutual Aid Society, GrrraceUnderfire)

7. “I'll come back” – Powerful works in the Newkirk household. Possibly the most meaningful phrase either of them had in their vocabulary. If you listened carefully enough, it rhymed with “I love you.” 

(Narrator, His Divinest Grief, chapter 11, Signy1)

8. "I'm going to take care of you, proper. Like you should be." 

That was what he said aloud. He meant it. It was what he thought he was thinking. 

But somewhere, deep down, a tiny part of him was also thinking, “someone's finally going to take care of me.”

(Newkirk, regarding Mavis, His Divinest Grief, chapter 4, Signy1)

9. I’m proud to say I can now swear fluently in English, German, Russian, French, and Garlotti's helping me work on my Italian, so don't say you can't learn anything useful from war. 

(Newkirk, The French-English Mutual Aid Society, GrrraceUnderfire) 

10. In the midst of this misery and bloody war, warmth could be found in the smallest, strangest forms. 

(Narrator, Warmth: A Christmas Drabble,  cOffeeVaMpire)

11. "If that's all it takes, I'll let you have the honour of spiking his coffee," Hogan said.

Newkirk snorted. "If he hits me again, I'll be spiking his coffee whether he needs it or not."

"Yeah, but with what?"

"Now, that's the question, isn't it?" 

(Hogan and Newkirk, regarding Schultz, My Enemy's Enemy, chapter 1, Signy1)

12. “It was no surprise that Carter talked in his sleep. The man always talked – why would something as inconsequential as unconsciousness stop him?”

(LeBeau in The Night Shift by Tuttle4077)

13. Newkirk, who generally went on the assumption that the Bible's 'turn the other cheek' could only be the result of mistranslation, mistranscription, misunderstanding, or outright misinformation, started forward, his hands already curling into fists. 

(Newkirk, regarding Schultz, My Enemy's Enemy, Signy1)

14. No, you can't bomb a bridge wearing mittens,

No matter how warm, how well knit;

They are not safe to use,

While you set a timed fuse;

We'll be blasted to pieces, you twit!

(Newkirk in Barrack-Room Drabbles in December by mrspencil, chapter 16)

15. Olsen strode over like he owned the building, the country, and the entire continent of Europe. 

(Narrator, The Parrot, the Princess, and the Pair of Unfortunates, Oconee Belle)

16. "'Strudel recipe' isn't code for anything. It's just strudel. You know—a kind of pastry. We need a really good recipe for apple strudel, and we need it as soon as possible." 

(Exchange between London Central Command and Papa Bear, What the British Soldier Can Stand, Signy1)

17. The Christmas tree would been much more charming, thought Tiger, were it not crowned by a portrait of Hitler.

(Tiger’s thoughts, From All the Stars, FloatingPizza)

18. The prisoners should know by now that nobody escapes from Stalag XIII. He never grew tired of mentioning this little fact to everyone who didn't want to hear it.

(Klink’s thoughts, What Shall We Do with the Drunken Major?, chapter 1, Deepbluethinking)

19. There were many things Louis LeBeau could do flawlessly: One was hitting the A above middle C; one was preparing a soufflé; one was silently tracking a man in the woods without being noticed. And one was recognizing when Peter Newkirk, his Pierre, was on the verge of acknowledging something that caused him profound pain. 

(Narrator in Awakening, chapter 24, GrrraceUnderfire)

20. "There will be grief," he agreed, without looking back, "and I'll be sorry for that. But if you think I'll ever regret my decision- well, lady, you really are in the dark." 

(Hogan to the lady in the dark, A Meeting at the Crossroads, chapter 1, Dust on the Wind)

21. They were scared because it could all come crashing down on them any minute. But they had a job to do. War didn't care if they were scared. And they learned a simple truth: bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death. 

(Narrator regarding the Heroes, Dabbling in Drabbles, chapter 13: Scared, Tuttle 4077)

22. "Time heals all wounds."

"Seriously? Over 300 years old and that's your piece of wisdom?"

(Newkirk and Duncan, Of Strength and Thunder, chapter 5, Sierra Sutherwind)

23. "Well, they do feed Newkirk at the table," LeBeau pointed out. "So the standards are already quite low." 

(Other Ranks, chapter 1, Abracadebra)

24. “What am I supposed to do with a parrot?”

“Orange sauce.”

(Hogan and LeBeau in Great Expectations, chapter 1, Snooky-9093)

25. "What is it this time that's more important than World War Two? A shipment of oranges?"

"No!" Max said, sounding affronted. "Don't insult me."

Newkirk smiled ruefully. "Sorry, Max. I know you have your priorities in more, most of the ti-"

"...They're peaches." 

(Newkirk and Max, in Yes, We Have No Ammunition, chapter 1, Signy1 )

26. "Why do you think they're here, Major? I run a tight ship."

"I know, Klink. As tight as the Titanic- after it hit the iceberg!"

(Klink and Hochstetter, in Saving Troy’s Bacon Raid, chapter 2 by tallsunshine12)

27. "You dummkopf, you're supposed to chew your food exactly 30 times; not 29. Now it won't digest properly!" 

(Klink with Hogan present, Hogan's Heroes: Kommandant Chaos, chapter 2, Basketballgirl Kaitlin)

Thanks to everyone who sent in a ballot and congratulations to the nominees! Stay tuned for more nominations (we’re almost done!)

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DAY SEVEN - FAVORITE TALES OF MONKEY ISLAND CHAPTER

Chapter Four: The Trial and Execution of Guybrush Threepwood

To me, this chapter had a really good blend of everything. From the familiar comedy that is Monkey Island with the re-introduction of Stan and the courtroom banter, to the scary aspects such as the threat that is LeChuck. It also showed us that the series can get serious, such as an extremely angry and determined Guybrush in regards to Morgan and then having us, the players, witness his eventual death.

It was a heavy chapter and I love it.

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History Of Western Art II Reading Assignment

History Of Western Art II Reading Assignment

Text Books: History of Art, Vol. II.  by Janson & Janson.  (6th, 7th, or 8th Edition) Required. Reading assignment: Modules 1 & 2 PREFACE:  Introductory ChapterChapter 13:  Art in the Thirteenth- and Fourteenth-Century ItalyChapter 14:  Artistic Innovations in Fifteenth-Century Northern Europe Videos to Watch for Modules 1 & 2 This series of videos are to provide a brief review of the art…

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(via Summary of twenty ninth Chapter)  Quran Chapter 29: Intro (Pt-20, Stg-5) (L-2462) درس قرآنSummary of twenty ninth ChapterChapter “’Ankabuut”- (The Spider) – 29‘A-‘uu-zu  Billaahiminash-Shay-taanir- Rajiim. (I seek refuge in Allaah from Satan the outcast)Bis-Millaahir-Rah-maanir-Rahiim. (In the name of Allaah, the Beneficent, the Merciful)This is Twenty Ninth Chapter in accord with the order of Holy Qur’an, in which there are Seven Sections. ‘Al-‘Ankabuut means “The Spider”. In a verse of this Chapter, the Faiths of the Disbelievers have been illustrated by a simile of spider’s web, more than which nothing is weak. It was revealed in the last times of staying at Makkah. The aim from it is to comfort the Muslims who were being oppressed by the Idolaters of Makkah and had been suffering from many troubles during those days. At last those people prosper who remain steadfast in difficulties. Ease and comfort can neither be obtained without undergoing hard labor, nor pure and false can be distinguished without examining.The mankind should not consider that reciting Kalimah only (None is worthy of worship but God, Muhammad is Messenger of God) is sufficient for being a Muslim and then doing according to own will. That’s not it. After reciting Kalimah, it becomes incumbent on a Muslim that he should abide by the Commandments of Allaah Almighty, work hard in His obedience, endure calamities and remain steadfast. This is an examination of him. That will attain actual prosperity of this world and the Hereafter (at both places) who will pass this test.It is being commanded to the Muslims: Have patience on those oppressions which you have been receiving by the hands of the Disbelievers of Makkah. Result of this patience will be very good. The Believers before you were also put in afflictions by their enemies. By this manner, Allaah Almighty separates true people from the liars. These evildoers, who have been molesting you, should not consider that they will escape from Our Hand. They will come to know their guilt very soon.For manifesting these contents, some circumstances of ancient nations have been described in this Chapter, who oppressed the Believers. They found bad result of their wicked deeds, and on the Day of Resurrection they will also be suffering from severe Doom.It has been commanded to the Messenger (grace, glory, blessings and peace be upon him): Recite Qur’an and act upon its Commandments! Neither the Disbelievers of old times found any good fruit due to disobeying the Commandments of Allaah Almighty, and nor these Disbelievers will prosper due to your disobedience.The world is a sport and a show only. The actual life is the life of the Hereafter. We should earn for the Day of Resurrection from that which we have been given here. Allaah Almighty will help those who grip up their loins for doing good works.Transliterated Holy Qur’aan in Roman Script & Translated from Arabic to English by MarmadukePickthall, Published by Paak Company, 17-Urdu Bazaar, Lahore, Lesson collected from Dars e Qur’aan published By IdaraIslaahwaTableegh, Lahore (translated Urdu to English by Muhammad Sharif).https://muhammadsharif120.wordpress.com/2020/01/07/summary-of-twenty-ninth-chapter/

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SANGINI – A NEW BEGINNING! CHAPTER 37 Link for previous chapterChapter 36 Recap: sanskaar’s bad dream…. ” happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to dear addy happy birthday to you…… ” screeched laksh swara pari and adarsh coming in addy’s room early morning with gifts and a small chocolate cake… …

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Fragments of Dormant Love - Lance Ira

まかナイ (Court of Darkness) Event Story Eng. Fan Translation

Chapter 3

I actually started translating this story like nine months ago, but only recently finished it! This is like one of the first Lance event stories I read, and honestly one of my favorites because I think it really shows how well Lance and his MC suit each other. It’s told from Lance’s point of view, so you also get to see what a softie he is~!

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Chapter 3

The following day--

MC: Ah, Lance

Lance: Oh, hey.

I go to the forest to check on how the baby chick, and on the way back I run into MC.

MC: How’s the baby chick doing?

Lance: Getting better day by day.

MC: Ah, really? That’s great!

(That face...she looks so happy)

She looks thoroughly relieved, as if it was something that had to do with herself.

MC: …

Lance: …

However, the conversation doesn’t continue.

Robin and Grushia have gone off into the forest somewhere, so it’s just us two alone. I’m not certain what would be best to say right now.

As the atmosphere starts turning awkward, I suddenly remember what Luxure and the others told me last night.

~

Fenn: Even in the middle of the academy you’d have your arm around her shoulder or be holding her hand! You were so touchy feely! So much PDA!

Jasper: Ah, yes, it’s true. You two were practically joined at the hip, always smiling and laughing like you were in your own little world together.

Hawke: Yeah, you two were all over each other, in front of everybody...it was like you were a whole different person!

~

(Physical contact...Well, if there was ever a time to try, it’d be right now, wouldn’t it?)

Half of me still doubts it, but I decide to ignore that and try betting on the half that believes it might be true.

I don’t find her to be bothersome, and I am aware of the fact that I’m her paramour.

(Like Luxure said, act like a paramour would…)

(First, I should try putting into practice what they told me about last night...)

With that thought, I nonchalantly put my arm around MC’s shoulder.

Lance: …

MC: !!!

However, her reaction is not what I was expecting.

In a state of shock, her shoulders jump in an exaggerated manner.

Which, in turn, surprises me.

Lance: S-Sorry, my bad...!

I reflexively apologize immediately and put some distance between us, but the bewildered look on her face doesn’t disappear.

MC: W-Why did you....so suddenly…

Lance: ...Do I not normally do things like that?

It feels like a completely stupid question to ask, but she nods her head very seriously in response.

MC: You don’t do stuff like that.

Lance: What? But...last night, I asked Luxure and…

I explain to her about the physical contact thing, and she shakes her head, looking skeptical.

MC: You usually aren’t very touchy feely. Especially in front of other people.

(For real?)

In other words...I’ve been bamboozled. Luxure, Hawke, and Jasper totally pulled a fast one on me.

Lance: Gah, my mistake. I’m sorry.

MC: Ah, no, I mean...it’s not like I hated it or anything...I was just a bit surprised, that’s all...if anything, I guess I could say it made me kinda happy...haha…

Lance: …

MC: ……

The situation gets weird and we both stare at each other in silence. Then, at the same time we burst out into laughter.

Lance: Seriously, my bad, haha. It really wasn’t like me, was it? I thought it awfully strange when they told me.

MC: Definitely. It wasn’t like you at all.

She’s always laughing happily and brightly.

Just seeing her smiling face causes something inside my heart to stir.

(It’s so strange. When I’m with this girl, it just feels so natural and relaxing…)

I still haven’t gotten my memories back, but doing this sort of thing, being able to laugh together…it’s a really nice feeling now.

~

That night, while I’m spending time alone in my room, I realize she’s the only thing I’m thinking about.

(My memories aren’t coming back. But, with MC, surely things will continue on like this.)

I just get the vague feeling it will.

Even if my memories don’t come back, I’ve accepted that we’re paramours and I can envision my future with MC naturally by my side.

(That definitely doesn’t sound too bad…)

I absentmindedly think about this as I lay on my bed.

There’s a sudden rattling noise.

(It’s REALLY windy out there...)

Immediately, the very first thing that pops into my head is the image of the baby chick in the small bird box.

I look over and see that it’s the sound of the wind against the window.

(I’m pretty sure this wind could easily blow the whole box away...)

In a split second, as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I’ve already leapt to my feet and find myself rushing towards the forest.

~

The wind is even worse than I had thought and the forest is filled with the sound of all of the trees being blown around violently.

(Yeah, coming to check was the right choice.)

I look into the box and see the baby chick shaking, frantically calling out as loudly as its little voice will allow.

Lance: Don’t worry little buddy, you’re safe now. You’re gonna spend the day in my room, alright?

I go to crouch down in front of the bird box to protect it when--

MC: Lance?

I hear a familiar voice in the midst of all the wind.

Surprised, I turn and see MC coming towards me, in the middle of the violent wind, hair flying around wildly.

Lance: What are you doing? It’s dangerous!

MC: I’m sorry, but I got worried and just had to come check on the baby chick.

MC: I tried going to your room first, but you didn’t respond so I thought that maybe you were asleep.

Lance: Gah, you’re so reckless.

Despite being annoyed with her recklessness, my heart feels mysteriously warm.

Both she and I, we did the exact same thing. As soon as we heard the wind, our very first reactions were to rush out here to check on the baby chick.

(It makes me feel strangely happy, I wonder why...?)

Lance: Well, anyway, we need to take this little guy back to the dorms. Help me.

MC: Okay!

The two of us go to peer into the bird box once more, and at that moment there’s a strong gust of wind that makes MC lose her footing.

Lance: Careful!

I throw my arm out around her, steadying her.

Lance: Are you alright?

MC: Y-yes...thank you…

She seems unusually bashful, her cheeks dyeing with color as she stands there with my arm wrapped around her.

Lance: ...oh. Sorry.

I quickly remove my arm to release her.

I was forced to because of the situation, but the fact remains that I still carelessly touched her without warning.

MC: No, it’s okay, this makes me happy, actually.

Lance: Huh?

MC: Oh! Umm, it’s nothing! Don’t worry about it!

Flustered, she hastily crouches down in front of the bird box.

(What was that about so suddenly? What a strange woman.)

I can’t say I minded that reaction, though, I kinda liked it.

Honestly, I thought it was pretty cute.

Lance: We can’t leave it in the wet bird box, it’ll get cold…

Lance: I’ll hold it in my hands and we can carry it back to the dorms.

MC: Got it.

Gently, I use both hands to scoop up the baby chick and cradle it in the palms of my hands.

Then, being careful to make sure none of us are blown away by the wind, she and I quickly head back to the dorms.

~

Back at the dorm lounge, with the baby chick sleeping peacefully in my room, I prepare some medicine and make a small nest inside a small box so that it can feel more at ease.

Lance: Now we’ll be able to breathe easy for a bit.

MC: Thank goodness...Lance, thank you so much.

Lance: You shouldn’t have been running outside alone at night in the middle of a windstorm like this, it’s too dangerous.

MC: I know, but I just HAD to make sure that the baby chick was okay, even if it was dangerous.

MC: I made the bird box in a hurry, so I was worried about how strong it was...I felt like it’d be my responsibility if it got blown away.

Lance: Huh? You made that bird box?

MC: Yep. That day when you got hurt...

MC: Grushia was howling really loudly, so Grayson and I went into the forest to see what was going on.

MC: When we got there, we found you lying on the ground, unconscious.

MC: There was a baby chick chirping loudly next to you, so we thought of course you must have been trying to help it.

MC: Obviously we couldn’t just leave it there like that, so I entrusted you to Grayson and quickly threw together a simple bird box.

(...So that’s what happened.)

The box wasn’t particularly praiseworthy by any standard, but it was strong enough to protect the baby chick.

When I imagine her by herself, working hard to build the bird box, it’s like there’s a small fire that’s warming up my chest.

Lance: You did a good job.

MC: Haha, well I certainly didn’t make it so that you would praise me, but getting praise from you does make me happy.

She laughs so happily and looks so cute that I end up staring at her without realizing it.

My own personal feelings hadn’t quite caught up to the fact that she was my paramour, but…

At some point that uncomfortable feeling inside my chest disappeared.

(She’s so adorable and lovely…)

Having her by my side, it feels natural now.

To be continued...

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For Stacey.

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What are your favourite 3 movies?

oh uhm welp this is hard to choose WELP excluding anime movies

Pretty in Pink

SLC Punk

The Breakfast Club