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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments, Talk Of Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Possible Food/Body/ Eating triggers.

A/N: I rewrote this damn chapter about 50 times. See the author's note at the bottom to see how it was originally going to end!

A/N 2: I accidentally deleted chapter 8 and couldn't recover it. I swear I almost deleted my whole account because I was so mad. I wrote it again, and it's actually much better than the first one.

You look in the mirror as you try on your fifth outfit that consists of jeans and a nice sweater. You felt ridiculous that you were this concerned about what you were going to wear. You were just meeting your sister, not going on a date or anything. It shouldn't feel like a big deal as you're making it out to be, but it was. You had a feeling this meeting was either going to get the two of you on track or say goodbye forever. Honestly, you don't think you're ready for either of those options.

“What happened here?” Yoongi said as he came into the bedroom and saw the mess you created.

Your clothes were thrown all over the room after you tried them on and discarded them in frustration. Random shoes lie by each other, nowhere near their matching mate. You didn't care, though. You only cared about trying to look your best without making it look like you were trying.

“I can't decide what to wear,” you tell him and throw your hands up in frustration. “Do I dress up? Do I just wear jeans? She's going to be dressed perfectly, I know it.”

“It's not a business meeting,” he comments, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle. “You don't even have to go.”

“I want to hear what she has to say to me,” you say. “I just, I need to do this.”

“I'll come with you,” he mumbles into your neck.

“No,” you whisper.

“I'll sit in the car and wait,” he offers and makes eye contact with you in the mirror.

You turn and wrap your arms behind his neck, hugging him. His own arms tighten around your waist, not wanting to let go as he buries his face further into your neck. His lips press against the smooth column of your neck. You were so thankful that you had him, but you had to stop relying on him so much.

“I don't want you getting hurt,” he says quietly. “We both know how she is. With how you have been avoiding your mom, I can guess what your conversation is going to be about.”

“Yoongi, I promise you that if it gets to that point. I will walk out and be done with her. I promise. I have to do this on my own. It's important to me that I do this on my own,” you tell him.

“Come to the studio when you're done,” he tells you, finally giving up on convincing you to stay home. Moving his face close to yours, he rubs your nose with his own. “Will you do that?”

“Yes,” you whisper and press your lips against his. “I’ll be fine.”

You look out the window at the coffee shop where you sit and wait for your sister to show up. They have various colors of red and pink hearts cut from paper taped to the windows in honor of Valentine's day coming up. You wonder if you and Yoongi will do anything that day, but you know you probably won't. It's okay, though. You don't really think that it's that important of a holiday. Last year, he made you dinner followed by the rest of the night in bed. You chuckle to yourself, thinking back to what Lisa had said. Maybe you will take a picture of what's hidden in your closet to intince him to come home that night. No, you're still too embarrassed just thinking about it.

You turn your attention to the glass of water on the table that you ordered when you sat down. It was cold in your hands as you played with it, turning it around and around as the ice clanked against the clear surface. You are not much of a coffee drinker and only drank it socially when you felt like you had to. Jisoo and Lisa need their tall latte, something with extra pumps of stuff to drink every day to survive. Yoongi drinks his black, and it takes like dirt. Much like flowers, you never understood the appeal of coffee and why people liked it so much. Maybe it was the caffeine or just the routine of having it every morning. You check your watch and see you have been waiting for ten minutes, but it sure felt like hours.

The bell to the entrance of the coffee shop jingles as you see your sister finally enter and look around the shop for you. When she spots you, you see her take a deep breath and walk over to the table in the far corner where you sat. There weren't many people around you, you thought that was for the best. As she sits across from you, you sit up just a little straighter in your own chair, straightening your posture. The server comes by and takes her order before either of you can say anything to each other. She ordered some soy something, and it sounded nasty.

"I'm surprised you actually texted me back,” she said, looking at you as she pushed her perfectly smooth hair behind her ears. It didn't seem that she was nervous at all, or she was at least good at covering it up.

“Me too,” you say truthfully as your foot under the table starts to tap quickly. “What did you want to talk about?”

There's a heavy silence that passes between you two as you stare at each other. You break eye contact, and you let your fingers grab a brown paper napkin that was in front of you. You roll it up and unroll it, over and over again, just to keep your hands busy. You wish you could at least appear half as confident as she looks. You both smile at the server, who brings the drink over and places it in front of her on the table. You watch as she takes a sip and places it back down on the table.

“Mingyu and I have been going to couples therapy for the last few months. It was his idea. He admitted during a session that our family dynamic is making him have second thoughts, and he is afraid to have a family with me,” she tells you. “He doesn't like how mom hovers or how you and I don't talk. I promised him that I would sit down with you and try to talk this out. See if we can repair our relationship.”

“Here I am,” you say, and she nods her head.

“I’ve thought about what I wanted to say to you for weeks before I finally got the courage to reach out to you, but now I don't know anymore. Now that I'm here in front of you, it all sounds stupid.” she admits. Her fingernails lightly tap a steady rhythm on her coffee cup. “I even wrote everything down and rehearsed it, but it still just comes out all wrong.”

“Just say it,” you urge, and your fingers grip the napkin harder. The ware on it starts creating small tears in the thin brown material. You were both nervous.

“As much as I don't want to admit it. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and…” she whispers, staring at her coffee and stirring it with her spoon. “I think I was jealous of you.”

“What?” You ask, your voice full of disbelief and face full of confusion. Your sister is jealous of you? There was absolutely no way that you heard her correctly. “What do you mean?”

“She was always so overbearing with me. She had to control everything in my life. I had such high standards to live up to, and I had to work so hard to get there because I couldn't let her down. She told me all the time that I couldn't let her down. If I wasn’t the best, I was letting her down. I had to come first in everything. Etiquette classes, pageants, dance, student council, valedictorian ….” she trailed off, remembering everything that she had been a part of. “I had to be perfect but not you. She left you alone, and I HATED you for that. I hated that you didn't have to put in all that hard work that I did. I hated that you could make mistakes, and I couldn't.”

“You were jealous that I was ignored and yelled at?” you ask, scrunching your face at her. “What are you talking about?”

“Yes…no,” she looked frustrated as she looked up at you. “Remember when we would go camping at grandma and grandpa's cabin?”

“Yeah, the whole family went. You hated going,” you answer, wondering why this was important. “You looked miserable the whole time.”

“No, I didn't hate it. I was just never allowed to do anything. You got to go play with our cousins running around outside in the woods and I had to sit with mom because she didn't want me to get dirt under my nails or god forbid any scrapes that could be seen from a stage. You got to go to birthday parties and sleepovers. I couldn't because she always had to make sure that was sticking to my diet. I had to make sure I could fit in all my costumes at all times. She made every decision for me, but you…you got to do whatever you wanted,” she explains. “My whole life revolved around her and making her happy. All my decisions in life before I moved away were all made by her. I don't even think I know who I really am. I only know the person she crafted me to be.”

“I didn't know things were like that,” you told her softly.

“When I got to college, I almost had a panic attack because I didn't have her there with me telling me what to do. It was like I got so reliant on her, and I was scared,” she said with a sad smile. “Then I met Yoongi.”

You squirm in your seat at the mention of his name. Deep inside, you hoped that you could avoid any conversation about him. Unfortunately, you know he is a big point of contention right now, and he wasn't going to go away. He was going to be in your life forever, but there was no way you could possibly ever think about picking your sister over him if you were forced to choose.

“What about him?” you ask nervously, biting some loose skin on your dry lips.

“It was like….he was the first thing that was all mine,” she said thoughtfully.

“Thing? Do you hear yourself?” You ask, your jaw dropping a little. “Yoongi isn't a thing. He is a person.”

“I know that. You know what I mean,” she snaps a little bit but takes a breath and calms herself. “It was so great at first. We would go out on dates and hang out with friends in the dorms. It was almost like I finally had a normal life for once. A life that I made on my own, and mom had nothing to do with it. Then he started wanting to hang around you because he was always worried about you, and I didn't want to share his attention. I didn't know how to share his or anyones attention.”

“We were friends,” you tell her.

“Just friends? You know, he never got me anything for my birthday. He always said that he didn't like celebrating them,” she whispers as she slowly turns her engagement ring on her finger. It sparkled beautifully when it caught the sunlight at the right angle.“He always got you something though, didn't he?”

“I guess,” you can feel guilt swirl in your stomach because you can't deny her words.

“I tried to be perfect for him,” she says as a couple of stray tears fall down her face. “I did everything I thought I was supposed to do. I gave him all my attention. Had as much sex as he wanted, but it just wasn't enough. Why wasn't I perfect enough for him? Why couldn't I earn his love? I was good at earning people's love and attention.”

“You don't have to earn someone's love,” you explain. “That's not how that works, and you don't have to be perfect for anyone.”

“Will you be honest with me?” she asks softly, and you nod your head as you feel your nerves kick back in. “Were you ever with him when he and I were together?”

“No,” you say automatically. “I wouldn't have done that to you. We never crossed that line.”

“I could see the way he would look at you when he thought I wasn't around. He never looked at me that way. I….just could feel him slipping away from me, but I didn't want to let him go. I knew if I let him go…..he would run right to you,” she told you. “I was right.”

“I….” You start, but nothing else comes out. She was right, and once again, you couldn't deny it. He did run to you…eventually.

“How awful is that? I kept all three of us unhappy because I didn't want to fail at being someone's girlfriend,” she says, wiping her face. “I didn't know how to deal with failure because if I failed, that meant I wasn't perfect. It was never an option before.”

“He told me he felt guilty for how bad your relationship got,” you tell her, and she looks at you questioningly.

“Did he say anything else?” she asks, hiccuping slightly.

Yes, you thought to yourself. He called her suffocating, but there was no way that you could tell her that. She didn't deserve that, and you didn't want to hurt her. You had to choose your words wisely.

“He just said that you two were just…too different,” it wasn't a lie he did say that. “He said that it would have never worked out, and he should have broken it off sooner.”

The two of you fall into silence again. You take your water in your hands again and turn the glass around and around once again. You notice the ice has melted quickly. The condensation makes your hands wet this time, and you move to wipe them on your jeans. It leaves behind streaky handprints on the material of your jeans. Your sister takes a sip of her soy coffee and looks out the window as she sits her mug back on the table. She looks like she's trying to gather her thoughts. You give her the time she needs.

“I love Mingyu. I really love Mingyu,” she says, still looking out the window. “I honestly don't think that I ever TRULY loved Yoongi, not like I love Mingyu anyway. I was just so desperate. I'm just terrified that I will make the same mistakes…”

“No,” you say, cutting her off. “He loves you. He obviously wants to work on it if he wants to do therapy with you. He's fighting for you two, and you should work with him. You need to let Yoongi go. You're not a failure. You just….didn't know any better.”

“I'm sorry,” she said as her bottom lip quivered. “I'm so sorry. I see it now, I do. I know how awful I was. I'm working so hard to change for Mingyu….for myself.”

Tears well in your own eyes. You've never seen her like this. You have seen her cry, of course, throw a fit and have a tantrum, but this….this is new. This was raw, real, and it hurt you to watch her like this. You blink, and your own tears flow freely down your face.

“You don't have to accept my apology,” she says softly, wiping at her face again. “I probably wouldn't if I were you.”

“Can I say something?” You ask, your own voice shaky.

“Yes,” she says just as softly as before.

“I'm still hurt,” you tell her, and she looks down at her coffee. “I think a part of me will always be hurt no matter how many apologies I get or how much time passes. It's always going to linger somewhere.”

“I understand,” she says, nodding her head.

"But,” you continue, but your breath catches and you hiccup. “I want my big sister in my life.”

You start crying openly and sniffle as your nose starts to run. She looks at you with wide eyes and new tears form in her eyes. She blinks, and they fall down onto her perfectly unblemished face. This time, she doesn't wipe them away. They fall onto her pretty sweater, leaving wet spots as they soak into the material. You're sure if you look around, people would be staring at the two of you crying together in the corner. The two of you probably looked messy.

“Really?” she sobbed.

“Yeah. No Mom. No Yoongi or Mingyu,” you say. “Just you and me. I think we can figure it out if we don't rush it.”

You reach your hand across the table and place it in the center with your palm up. She stares at you for a moment before slowly reaching across and taking your hand in hers tentatively. You both smile a teary smile at each other. You don't even think that you can remember ever touching her like this…ever but it felt nice…almost normal.

“We will figure it out,” she promised, squeezing your hand. You nod your head…..you will.

Yoongi was walking around his studio with his earbuds in his ears when you finally arrived. You and your sister stayed sitting in the cafe for another hour, drying your tears together. You steered your conversation to her wedding. You wanted to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a happy topic. You learned she hired a wedding planner, and she thinks that's why your mom has been on your ass about helping you so much. Her wedding planner was lovely, but she was a no-nonsense woman who wasn't afraid to shut your mothers suggestions down or kick her out of a flower shop or two when she tried to take over. Everything makes sense now as to why she was so pushy. She told you not to give into her demands and even offered to give you her wedding planner's business card. You refused, saying you were already too far in now to stop. You hope you don't live to regret that decision.

Yoongi's head snapped up and looked at you when you entered the room. You could feel your bottom lip begin to tremble as you stood there and stared at him. He ripped his ear buds out and let them fall to the floor with a clattering sound as they bounced. Launching yourself at him, you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“I fucking knew it,” he snapped. “Give me her number. I will deal with it once and for all.”

“No,” you cry out, gripping onto him tighter. “It's fine, it's fine. We…we're good. We are going to go to their wedding.”

“What?” he asks and pulls away from you as he looks at you like you grew another head. “Did I just hear you right? You and me….me… going to her wedding?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “I'm going to send her and Mingyu an invitation as well,” you say, and he sits down in his chair.

“What happened?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. He looks at the floor for a minute before looking back at you just as bewildered as before.

“Turns out…..she was hurt just as much as I was,” you tell him and he cocks his head to the side in contemplation. “We are going to take things slow and get to know each other….without anyone around.”

“Okay, I get it,” he says, raising his hands in surrender.

Yoongi sits back in his chair and crosses his ankle over his knee. He looks at his computer and then back to your exhausted and blotchy face. Turning his chair away from you. You watch as he shuts down his computer and presses a few buttons on his thingamajig behind it. You'll remember what it's called later.

“Let's go home,” he says, standing up and bringing you close to him.

“What about the album?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I'm close to finishing it,” he tells you, as he drops a quick kiss to your lips. “It will still be here tomorrow.”

“Home?” you ask softly.

“Home,” he confirms.

Yoongi takes your hand in his. It's the same one your sister held not too long ago. You smile brilliantly up at him. Home.

A/N 3: Okay, so originally, it was not a happy ending for the sisters. MCs sister couldn't take responsibility for anything and even accused her of wanting Mingyu. The more I sat on it, the more I wasn't happy with it. This was the final outcome.

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Pokemon headcanon

-Besides chansey evolution line and audino, kangaskan is one of the most used pokèmon in pokèmon centers, specially with children, pregnant patient or when someone is in an abusive situation due to her motherly and protective aura

-It is very unusual for a pokèmon who was previously wild to be choosen to work at a pokemon center or with kids in general. Its not impossible but its rare due to being hard to tell if it can represent a danger to the kids. No one knows how a wild pokèmon can react and when its intincs can kick in.

-Fairy types are really sensitive to human emotions, they can not only feel what others feel but if their trainer becomes a hateful person or develops some really intense negative emotions, their health and strengh (battle wise) canget affected depending on how the person faces their emotions. This, is only true for "pure" fairy types such as Sylveon, Togepy, Alcremy etc.

primary fairy types like Togetic and Togekiss are still afected by this, but they cant fall deadly sick from it.

Second fairy types such as Mawhile, Gardevoir, Primarina and Mimikyu are much more stronger. This doesnt mean the dont love their trainer, but their health doesnt get affected by their negative feelings.

-pokèmon from trainers who live like this for long periods of time are the ones most likely to fall deadly sick IF this also includes their social environment or their enviroment in general (toxic relationships, really bad hygiene, poor light, bad food habits which also affect the trainers and/or pokèmon health e.t.c) -The only exceptions to this rule are the pokèmon that can change their type such as Arceus, Xerneas, and Sylvally.ñ

-If the trainer of the fairy type is in a good environment but its negative feeling are still strong their health may not be weak but the strenght ont their moves will.

-the strenght of the poison in Poison types pokèmon depents on their diet and surrondings. For example, pure poison types will always have a higher toxicity than primary and second type posion pokèmon. However, a primary and second posion type can surprass them and also other secondary and primary type if their diet and habitat is toxic. For example, if they eat things like cleaning products, insectoid pokèmon, other poison type pokèmon, live in places where toxic waste is available, big cities with high levels of pollution e.t.c.

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The Encounter (Day 5: Komahina Week)

((Thank you all for your support, likes and reblogs. Thank you to sunflower_8 for betaing this chapter for me, I cannot ever stress it enough how much you do for me)).

Prompt: Fantasy/Hope/Healing

Rated: T (Hajime has a mouth)

Summary: Komaeda walks into a city thinking he’s just going to pass through for the night. However, the cycle of good and bad luck prevents him from leaving as well as a man with an eye red as blood and a eye green as leaves

You can read it underneath the cut or find me at my A03.

It began with the sound of a coin being flipped up into the air. It twisted and turned, glinting gold in the sunlight before falling down into the man’s fingerless gloved hand, and quickly slapped on the back of the other. A bird sang in the distance and the trees rustled with an invisible force as there was no wind to feel on his skin. The vast open sky that was upon him was cloudless and the sun was beating down on the earth with no mercy to its heat. He looked at the coin and grinned as he looked at the sign posts that were in the middle of his way. The fork of the road split into two different directions. One trailed up to the left, winding into a deep forest, pitched black with only little sunlight for comfort. The other was straightforward through a valley of hills and open fields filled with flowers and little trees to take shelter from the unbearing heat of the sun. The man put the coin back with a soft whistle and started walking towards the hills. If luck told him to go this way, then something should be on the other side.

Silence was a common friend for Komaeda. He was used to the isolation, and he didn’t mind it all that much. The birds singing joyfully to each other was usually drowned out by conversation, loud tavern music among other things. It was nicer to be able to enjoy nature for what it was, than to try to keep a conversation flowing. Not many people wanted to converse with him either, and he couldn’t blame them. His curse was well known throughout the region, and he wondered if he was even going to be welcomed in the next town that he came across.

The roads of the hill weren’t very steep, which was a lucky venture as Komaeda had been growing weary of climbing. If anything, the roads were well taken care of and were used frequently enough that potholes were filled with more gravel and were easy to spot so that he could walk around them. With the freedom to be able to take care of such roads meant that the next town wouldn’t be a town but a bustling city. That would be in his favor, as he was in need of new clothes. His tunic was fine, it was mostly dirty and needed a good scrubbing in the river, but his pants were starting to show holes and mending spells just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Then again, Komaeda wouldn’t doubt that his mending spells were subpar to most of those who could do magic. He wouldn’t doubt that his luck would be awful enough to fray the threads so that they wouldn’t hold up well to weather and washes. It didn’t bother him too much, but he would have to decide if maybe he needed to, once again, be walked through the steps of how to even do a mending spell.

The trek took him most of the day. The sun glided through the sky without clouds to interfere with its path. The warm rays beat against Komaeda’s skin well enough that it was starting to turn pink underneath its torture. Komaeda was aware that there was a spell that could help prevent his skin from being exposed to the sun’s abuse, but he wasn’t sure what that spell could be. Knowing his luck and how it would work, he was also aware that if he even knew what that spell was, it could just backfire and allow the sun a chance to make his skin blister. A small burn was a better price to pay than agony, if Komaeda had any say in it.

The sun reached the western horizon with violet purples, bright pinks, and soothing oranges and yellows melted and blended together and the first bright star sparkled in the sky just as Komaeda reached the imposing walls of the city.

With the silhouettes of the night starting to creep across the sky and the earth, the gates would be closing soon. They were already magicking fire into the torches and the gate would soon be closed. Komaeda quickened his step and hurried over towards the gatekeepers to keep them closing the bridge and gating the city. “Hello there!” He called out to them. “Am I too late to seek entrance?”

“If you had arrived five ticks later, you may have been.” The guard told him, a little stiff around the edges. Komaeda couldn’t blame him. A late customer is not what someone wanted to deal with. “You better hope a tavern has a room for you.”

“I do not mind it if I have to sleep outside.” Komaeda grinned as he walked through the gates. “So far my luck has been good. Of course, bad is always sure to follow.”

“Strange lad.” The guard muttered, probably thinking that the man was out of earshot. Komaeda just grinned, and continued through the cobblestoned path.

The city was marvelous. He could only assume what it could look like during the day. Plenty of houses and shops were built around here. He could hear music and rambunctious laughter bounce through the silence of the city. The houses and the buildings all shared a warm yellow glow that intinced a sense of comfort and home as he walked down the paths. There were plenty of taverns that he could enter, but they were all so loud and full of people. He didn’t want to ruin their good cheer with his impending swing of a down-ward spiral of luck.

Instead, Komaeda allowed the city’s infectious jubilation to remind him that everyone was doing their best to spread their hope in a dark period of despair. The cloud of it hadn’t reached the peaceful providence, and Komaeda wasn’t sure if it ever would. If their hope could shine as brightly as the lights in their home, then the cloud shouldn’t begin to be able to touch them. However, Komaeda was also aware that he could be jinxing his luck to follow through with such a claim. The Lady was quite fickle when she wanted to be and when she wanted something terrible to happen…

The memory of his parent’s burnt bodies in a carriage ride was enough of a reminder of how that worked.

He realized quickly however that being lost in thoughts meant that he would be lost in the city as well. He must have walked too far and too quickly to realize the echoes of the taverns were now behind him, and while the buildings still beckoned with a sense of home and warmth, there was an artificial chill to the air that made the hairs on Komaeda’s arms stand up.

This must be where the darker magic users laid. The taste of copper and metal was heavy against Komaeda’s tongue, as well as the taste of blood and bone. No, this wasn’t where he wanted to be found today. So far the streets were empty. Turning around now would be in his best interest. He quickly turned on the ball of his foot and started walking away, hands deep into his pockets.

Unfortunately for him, terrible luck indeed was about to face him. Perhaps not in the way of a cloud of despair, but he felt something sharp stick deep into his back. He turned around swiftly, a spell of ice on his fingers as he tried to aim. His assailant was cunning, ducking low and toppling him over onto the cobblestones. The knife plunged deeper into his back, and Komaeda gasped in pain. The shock of being stabbed made his body react with a surge of adrenaline and he knew that trying to defend himself wasn’t going to end well. He needed to run and get out of this side of the town.

He got up to his feet with a graceless fumble and started to try to run off. His assailant was quick to be upon him, and tossed him back onto the ground. Komaeda’s head rang with pain and a sound of a bell as he crashed back into the stones. He could feel the man frisk him and he laughed. “Oh this is terrible luck.” He could feel the blade being pulled out of his back and was plunged into him again, clearly telling him to shut up. He groaned weakly as the person continued to frisk him, muttering curses before grabbing him by the collar to shove him against the wall.

“Where are you hiding your coins?!”

“Coins? Dear fellow, I am but a traveler. I have little in the way of money.” Komaeda explained.

��Fucking…” Komaeda’s jaw immediately bloomed with pain and he could feel the blood starting to pool into his mouth. The man tossed him aside, muttering angrily about not having any sort of money on him.

Komaeda knew better than to hand over his wallet. Even though the man was magic, he apparently wasn’t skilled at a seeking spell. Perhaps his luck with magic was better than he had thought after all.

“Jesus fuck, are you alright?”

Komaeda looked up a little dizzy from the assault to see a man standing before him. Not just any man. This man had an aura that surrounded him in a way that Komaeda had never

before. His eyes were a mismatched red and green, moonlight wasn’t a kind friend and the shadows even worse. He couldn’t see what he was wearing, let alone what the color of his hair was. “Oh.” He whispered with reverence. “You have such hope.”

“Okay, so you’re not okay.” The man didn’t sound too amused. Komaeda chuckled weakly and the man started to frisk him. “Jesus you were stabbed and...no, no matter. I can stanch the blood now, but I’ll have to drag you to Tsumiki.”

“Who?”

“Oh god, they really went after someone that didn’t know this place.” The man groaned. “Okay, that’s fine. Just...sit still.”

Komaeda braced himself for the cold wash of a healing spell, but instead was surprised to see the man shrug off his outer tunic as fast as humanly possible. He pressed all of his weight against the wound, causing Komeada to whimper underneath the shockwaves of pain. He didn’t realize the man was actively tying his tunic around his body as tight as he could to keep the blood from flowing. He also was being careful to not remove the knife from it’s second entry.

“Ugh I know I’m not supposed to move you but…” The man groaned. “You’re gonna be in a lot of pain so grit your teeth.”

“A stability spell should not be too hard to conjure.” Komaeda wondered if reminding this man of magic would help him get some of his courage together.

The man froze and he looked at Komaeda curiously before shaking his head. “I’d...rather not touch my magic.” He said and Komaeda found it odd. Odd in a way that it was rather funny. Perhaps the blood loss was getting to him, but he giggled at the sentence. “Yeah yeah I heard it all before. Now I don’t feel so bad doing this.”

He picked Komaeda up as though he weighed nothing more than a feather. Komaeda was well aware that his weight was heavier than such and wondered if the man before him was one of the rare ones that could only magic a spell at a time. It would make sense that he would save a healing spell for someone that had more of a pool of magic than he did. He bit back pained noises as he was jostled while they headed away from the darkness of the city.

“What were you doing down at Gilded Way?” The man finally prodded.

“Ah is that what that side of the city is called?” Komaeda asked, trying to put it in his memory so he could at least call it a name. “I was trying to find a place to sleep, but must have lost my way.”

“You decided to see if you could just keep going straight.” The man sounded as though he was rolling his eyes. Komaeda tried to focus his vision, but pain was blurring everything to bright colors and dark shadows. He could still make out the red of his eye and the brown of his other one. “How about we don’t let you go down that way again.”

Komaeda let out a shrill laugh. “What do you think that I would go down there willingly? Sometimes my feet just carry me to places and I go with whatever luck that follows. Will it be bad luck? Or will it be good luck? So far I am grateful that my luck has been kind to me.”

“I wouldn’t really call this good luck here.” The man argued. “You’re stabbed twice, you must have lost a lot of blood if you’re this delirious. You got punched in the face."

“Ah so that is why my jaw hurts when I talk.” The man let out a frustrated noise that Komeda found endearing. The bright aura that surrounded him hadn’t diminished at all, and it made Komaeda grin. What

to be found by him. “For someone that speaks so negatively, I am shocked that you hold so much hope within you.”

“Yeah. You said that the first time.”

“My apologies, I know that I can be quite a handful and a bother. I should have told you earlier, but I did not mind if you just left me there. I know that I-”

“Please don’t make me drop you to prove a point.” The man sounded as though a cat was being strangled in his throat. The way his voice cracked and suddenly went high was a little startling to Komaeda. He hadn’t been thinking that his “hope” would also mean good will and charity.

Komaeda decided that it was in his best interest to not say a word now. Less for thinking that the man would get upset with him, but more of it was getting harder to see and he was starting to feel drained from the fight. He could attempt to use his magic, he supposed, to help out a little, but his luck already took most of that away. The shock of pain and the agony of his head easily forced magic to feel more nauseous and it was hard to call it forth. Knowing that he was later going to have to give a proper apology, he allowed himself to go limp in his savior’s arms.

It’d just be his luck if the man turned out to be more despair than hope.

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A soothing scent of lavender and vanilla gently greeted his nose before the smell of cooking meat and a sound of sizzling graced his other senses. He could feel a heavy weight on his body and the feeling of silk against his skin. Komaeda’s eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see himself in a room. It was clean of clutter. The curtains and windows were open to encourage a breeze to come through the room. The fresh air was a welcomed friend and he felt more energized and rejuvenated the day prior.

He noticed that someone had changed his clothes for him. A white linen shirt and pants were on him and he could feel tight bandages around his chest. Was he in a home of a traditional healer? He knew some magic users had a strict belief that magic should only be used when the situation was dire. If he was in the home of such people, well, that would explain why that man’s aura was so bright with hope!

The door opened and Komaeda felt a flush rise to his cheeks. The man in question was...beautiful. The aura hadn’t diminished in the slightest and if anything made him appear to be angelic. He had messy brown hair with a stubborn cowlick that looked like a hook. He was well built like someone who was a farmer or had to do a lot of physical labor. He dressed sharply with dark brown pants, a loosely fitted white inner tunic, and a deep green vest that was tied together by two belts. There was a sword that hung on his hip and a carrying pouch.

If anything, Komaeda could believe that this man was a traveler once himself. “Good, you’re awake. I thought you died, but Tsumiki told me that it was just from blood loss. She got upset with me that I didn’t carry any potions to help keep you from getting that way. Sorry.”

“No. My luck was that you were just in time to get me out of the situation.” Komaeda grinned.  “If anything I should be apologizing to you. Fainting on you like that had not been my intention.”

“Well...don’t think that’s your fault, but I’ll let you have this one. You’re a weird man, talking about luck like that.”

“Ah I am told that I am a bit strange.” Komaeda replied wistfully as he watched the man stride into the room. “So am I going to get the name of my savior or am I forever doomed to come up with a name for you myself?”

“Hinata. Hinata Hajime.” Hinata said.

His name reminded Komaeda of flowers that could endure a harsh winter and bloom strong and prettily in the summer. “Well, my name is Komaeda Nagito. It is wonderful to meet you.”

“Sorry that it had to be you almost dying.” Hinata said, and Komaeda laughed. “Tsumiki’s busy making breakfast, and she told me to tell you that even though your wounds are healed and she thinks you’re okay, she wants to keep an eye on you. I told her that you got punched in the face, and head injuries are no laughing matter. Even with detection spells and healing waves, an injury to the brain can appear miniscule only to be a serious matter later.”

“Ah I understand. So I am here for awhile.” Komaeda sighed, “Oh, what luck. Well, I suppose that means I get to enjoy the city for a little longer.”

“Enjoy? If anything, you should be planning a way to get out of here. You wouldn’t last long if you decide to stick around.” Hinata frowned.

“For someone with amazing hope, you certainly lack a lot of faith.” Komaeda mused.

Hinata stared at him for a moment. Komaeda wondered if he lost him. It would be a shame, but...not everyone understood. Sometimes Komaeda didn’t want them to try. “Who are you, Komaeda?”

“I am me.” Komaeda replied and he watched as Hinata’s expression twisted into one of frustration. It was almost cute, but Komaeda knew that if he wanted to survive, he was going to have ease up on the teasing. “Forgive me, I could not help that. I suppose you will have to be more specific on what you want to know, Hinata.”

Hinata pursed his lips together. “You talk about luck and hope a lot.”

“I do.” Komaeda agreed easily. “What about them?”

“Why do you hold them in such regard?”

“Ah. One is a curse I am afraid. Always bound to be a cycle of bad and good. What good will come, bad shall follow and what bad shall come, good shall follow. It has always been that way for me. My parents were firm in the belief that my curse was my blessing, but...well...I know a lie when I see one. They knew it was a curse too. My mother tried to steer clear away from me. Only talking to me when I was located in another room. My father could not bear the sight of me. It was a hard life, but...they had met their demise at the hands of a carriage accident during the night. The fires of the horseman’s torches caught them on fire. The horses and the horseman and the other couple inside the other carriage managed to escape. My parents were trapped inside and burned alive. A terrible ending, but on the good luck side, I came across an inheritance and I now am free to travel where I wish.”

Komaeda looked over to see that Hinata had grabbed a chair when he was talking and had pulled it to his bedside. His legs were crossed and he kept his posture open and inviting towards him. Despite the casual appearance, there was a conflict that was playing on Hinata’s face. If Komaeda didn’t know any better, he would say that Hinata was warring with the need to feel pity and the need to stomp that down as fast as he could as there was no need for it anymore.

What won apparently was another question. “What about the aura of hope?”

“Oh! Hope?!” Komaeda beamed brightly and he grinned as Hinata looked as though he was starting to regret asking. “Hope is...a shining future that is just waiting right outside the horizon, Hinata. It can bring so much joy and fruitation to a desperate situation. Hope is going to be the ending of the cloud of despair that lingers over our hearts and minds. Not to mention the physical entity of said cloud!”

“The Cloud of Despair?” Hinata echoed before something clicked. “Oh. You...are a traveler so I guess you wouldn’t really know huh?”

“Know?” Komaeda blinked.

“The Cloud of Despair isn’t going to appear here.” Hinata said and held his hand up before Komaeda could respond. “....Actually now that...I think about it…” He looked at Komaeda carefully. “You...look kind of familiar to me.”

“Really? I cannot imagine why. I have never seen you before.” Komaeda mused thoughtfully. “I would remember such a sparkling hope and you yourself if we had met.”

“Okay, besides my aura, there’s literally nothing special abou-” Hinata broke himself off. “Okay no, you’re right. It’s just not something I’d like to...address.”

“I understand, we all have our secrets. Though I must say, your eyes are very unique.” The jolt of surprise was amusing and Komaeda grinned at the small blush that was appearing on Hinata’s cheeks. Maybe it was a little rude to flirt with his savior, but he couldn’t help it. Hinata made it easy to tease.

Before they could continue the conversation, Tsumiki came in bearing a tray in her hands for a fine breakfast display. Her hope wasn’t as big or as bright as Hinata’s, but there was still a shining glimmar that made Komaeda excited. His luck definitely had turned from bad to good, and he knew to expect the downward swing at some point. She was a beautiful woman with a timid personality, just from the way she was so careful to set the tray down in front of him. Her hair was cut unevenly and she had such kind eyes. “I ho-hope you’re, um, you’re not over exerting yourself. You still nee-need to res-rest.” She told him firmly. “Yo-you could have, uh, have died if Hi-hinata-kun didn’t thi-think to come t-to me.”

“I am very grateful that Hinata even decided to burden himself with the likes of me to begin with, Tsumiki-san.” Komaeda agreed wholeheartedly. “Just as I am very grateful to you for giving me such fine food. I would have been happy with just a piece of bread.”

The horror that was painted on their expressions was a little alarming. Komaeda struggled to figure out what he said that was wrong. Hinata and Tsumiki exchanged a look and he watched as tears started to form at the edges of her eyes. His stomach plummeted a good few inches down his body, basking his veins in a ice cold wash.

“Pl-please don’t s-say that.” Tsumiki pleaded. “Yo-you are-aren’t a bur-burden. I-I kno-know that if yo-you are then I ce-certainly am one too.” Her voice cracked a little. “Yo-you need to eat.” She said firmly before leaving the room.

“Did I...say something wrong?” Komaeda asked, looking over at Hinata.

“I think it’s less that you said something wrong, and more like you believe it.” Hinata said after a moment. Komaeda wasn’t certain what Hinata was trying to say. “You have...an interesting way to look at the world Komaeda.”

Komaeda just grinned. “So I have been told.”

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Underneath Tsumiki’s strict gaze and Hinata’s constant company, Komaeda healed incredibly well. There were no scars to showcase the incident, and his headaches were less than none. Of course, where there was good luck, bad luck was certain to follow. One night, with Hinata out of the room, Tsumiki checked him over one final time before clearing her throat. Komaeda gave her all of his attention. “I...don’t….know ho-how to tell you this but…” Tsumiki looked nervous. “It was proba-probably a good th-thing Hinata-kun ca-caught you whe-when he di-did.”

“Oh? I know that my luck can be good and bad, but pray tell why is this such a fortunate experience?” Komaeda questioned.

“Ther-there is a sickness tha-that is going th-through you right no-now. I th-though that my po-potions were defe-defective and I had to ask a frie-friend to te-test them. Your blood is attacking each other...attacking you.” Tsumiki clasped her hands together worriedly. “There is an a-abnormality in your bo-body that is….going to qui-quit functioning.”

“I see. So that was my bad luck.” Komaeda mused. “How long would you say I have to live?”

“I don’-don’t know.” Tsumiki admitted, tears starting to slip down her cheeks. Komaeda felt his own heart break in sympathy. It had to be so hard for her to give such bad news, but for her to stay firm with it….that was extremely hopeful. Maybe there was no cure, and Komaeda was going to live with a body that would be broken down, but...the hope she was shining through was enough for him to be satisfied. “Ye-years? Tw-two at the mo-most.”

Two years. Komaeda took a breath in and let it out slowly. Two years. Well, there was not time like the present to actually start making a bucket list, he believed. Besides, knowing his luck, he would outlive the two year diagnosis only to die maybe ten years later, or if misfortune was to befall him...he wouldn’t even see the next sunrise. “Do you know what might’ve caused it?”

“Al-all I can th-think of is you we-were in the mid-middle of the des-despair cloud.” Tsumiki fidgeted nervously with her hands, trying to gather her courage to tell him such an awful story. Komaeda couldn’t remember being anywhere near a despair cloud, but...if what she was said was true, then perhaps that was how it happened. “Hin-hinata-kun thinks so any-anyway. He’s cer-certain he sa-saw you there. I did-didn’t tell him yo-you we-were sick. I to-told him th-that you we-were exhi-exhibiting sym-symptoms of a ba-bad head injury. Wh-which is true!”

“Saw me there?” Komaeda echoed. “Did Hinata somehow defeat a despair cloud?”

“Th-that’s no-not my story.” Tsumiki immediately backpedaled and Komaeda didn’t press her for more information. This was truly a twist in the story that Komaeda didn’t see coming. How fascinating to hear that such a strong ray of hope had defeated, no was a part of a despair cloud! How intriguing! He was going to have to see if he could grab Hinata alone and badger him to lay the story to him. After all, Komaeda told him his stories. It was only fair for an even trade. “Pl-please do-don’t force Hina-hinata-kun to te-tell it. He st-still has nigh-nightmares.”

Komaeda blinked at the admission. “It is okay, Tsumiki-san. I will not hurt him. I promise. I will steer clear from the topic for as long as I possibly can. If he brings it up himself, I will not stop him.”

“Th-that is fair.” Tsumiki agreed, her shoulders finally relaxing from their tensed up state. “I sh-should let you get some rest.”

The conversation from that night was still fresh in his memory as Hinata walked with him through the city. Komaeda didn’t have any qualms telling Hinata of his limited time, and decided that if he was going to be a part of the city, it was best to start showing his gratitude. Which meant Tsumiki sending them on quests and chores. Some of it was relatively easy. With Komaeda’s luck and Hinata’s fast conversation, they were able to bargain for what they needed. Sometimes, luck was not on their side and they would have to go forge. Which unfortunately was today’s plan.

“It’s so weird.” Hinata grumbled as they walked, heading away from the bustling streets of different people trying to get to places. Komaeda could hear the haggling prices of the vendors and of the customers going back left to right. The city during the day was definitely more lively and colorful.

Unlike before when he first entered, Komaeda noticed that there were some flags that were hung on buildings that were pitch black with an intricate magic symbole dyed in red. He wasn’t sure if it was the city kids idea or not, but there was a hamster face in the middle of these circles that baffled and amused Komaeda endlessly. He didn’t have the heart to ask too many questions, as the knowledge wasn’t going to do him much good anyway. However, he had to turn his attention back to Hinata after realizing that he spoke. “Hm? What is weird?”

“That the town has run out of lavender. That’s one of the most common ingredients for healing magics and potions. I just can’t wrap my head around the shortage is all. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to get out of the city and actually be away from people, but still. Just weird.” Hinata explained.

“Hinata has not told me much about himself, but you do not like the city much. Were you a country boy?” Komaeda asked curiously.

Hinata made a soft clicking noise. “No, I definitely lived in a city too. I guess when you’re...forced out into the wilderness, you begin to appreciate what nature can give.”

“I would never take you to be a druid in training.” Komaeda commented.

“Shut up. I’m not.”

“Oh? You spoke like a druid just now. These cities are ruining my nature and I do not appreciate it.” Komaeda mocked, causing Hinata to snort in laughter.

“Okay maybe I did sound a little bit like that, but you get it, don’t you? You travel.”

“Ah but I’m not one to go around preaching to people about nature versus society.” Komaeda teased. “I am not that confrontational.”

“No you’d be the type to know exactly what was happening, but let everyone else suffer because why not.” Hinata agreed.

“I am almost insulted.” Komaeda gripped his chest mockingly. How long has it been since he had freely been able to banter with another person? A deep pang in his heart reminded him that Hinata most likely belonged to Tsumiki. Getting his hopes up that he could be offered more was just...asinine. Not to mention the death that was slowly lingering behind his back now, would put a damper on all of their moments.

A bittersweet taste, if Komaeda was so keen to say it.

“Can’t be insulted by the truth though, Ko.”

But moments like these ones, Komaeda was eternally grateful for. “Perhaps it is my turn to ask you a question, if I may ask.”

Hinata raised an eyebrow at him before his attention was stolen. He waved to some of the guards as they headed towards the forked road. It would take them to the sun setting, so conversation would have to be easy. Tensed arguments made for poor travel companions, and Komaeda wanted to enjoy this journey as much as he possibly could. “Are you going to ask?” Hinata pressed.

“It is not my business, but I noticed that there is no ring on Tsumiki’s finger.” Komaeda said after a moment. “You are very close to her, and it just…”

“No. No. No. No. No.” Hinata immediately shot down, he didn’t speed up his pace thankfully nor was he throwing a fit about it. Komaeda was taken a little aback by the velmance that was in his tone. “Number one: Tsumiki-san is like my sister. I’ve known her for years and she’s been my friend since….” He trailed off. “Anyway, loving me would ruin her chances with the bard that sometimes comes by the city.”

“Oh, a summer romance! A fleeting love! No wonder her hope is always shining so brilliantly, I thought it was because of you!” Komaeda laughed, clapping his hands together. “How wonderful to hear that she has found something so grand!”

“......You are a lot more excited than I was.” Hinata admitted dryly.

“What was your reaction to her love if I may be so bold to ask?” Komaeda titled his head.

“That the bard probably has enough women climbing on top of her and that she probably only sees Tsumiki-san as a fling. Believe me, I ate those words almost immediately.” Hinata sighed. “But I thought it was a valid concern.”

“What is wrong with one night stands and loves that only last from the sun’s last rays to the dawn’s bright light?” Komaeda huffed softly. “I do not think you understand how romance works, Hinata.”

“I think I have a good idea how romance works. I just wouldn’t want it to last me a fucking I think I already got enough of those as is.” Hinata groaned. “People...like to think they want to know me and when they do...it’s never what they think.”

“I see. So you are the type with many broken loves. I am sorry to hear that. For your hope to be so bright, I had wondered.” Komaeda mused thoughtfully. “So if it is not a love life that makes you glow, what is your hope?”

“I don’t…” Hinata trailed off for a moment. “Komaeda, a question for you instead.”

“I do not mind.” Komaeda gestured lightly. “Go on and ask.”

“How are you able to see hope’s aura? Have you always been able to see it?” Hinata said slowly.

“Hmm.” Komaeda mused thoughtfully. There was a smell of rain that was lingering on the air, despite that there were no clouds that were rolling across the sky. The sun’s warmth that usually was hot and would redden skin was subdued, shrinking away from the earth as though winter was fast approaching. He wondered if someone was trying to do a weather spell. Usually it was inadvisable, when if it was a child who was just learning how magic worked well...a sudden downpour wouldn’t be too bad. Though a tornado would definitely be the worst outcome. “You know now that you mention it, I do not recall the first time.”

“Really?” Hinata blinked.

“No. I do not think I have always been able to see it. I know there was no hope around my mother or father.” Komaeda mused. “Hmm. I know that seeing it around people is rare. There are few people in this world that could actively claim that they are indeed part of hope. They can have hope, do not misunderstand me, but...to actively embody it? It tells a story. A story of a lot of agony, of great loss. Depression.”

Hinata looked away, and Komaeda noticed that there was a furrow that was pinched between his brows. His lips were grimly set in a thin line, and Komaeda kind of wished that he could take back his words, if only his companion would be more at ease.

“Hinata told me that we met before.” Komaeda said slowly. “And I told you once that you and I could not have. As I would have remembered an aura as bright as yours.”

“Yeah. I remember that conversation.”

“Tell me your memory?” Komaeda asked softly. “Share me your vision of me?”

“Version of you? What? Like you’re some type of dream?” Hinata grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled them both to a stop. He yanked so that Komaeda had no choice but to look at him. His different colored eyes blazing with the same type of defiance. “I knew you weren’t a dream.”

“Hahaha. I am truly sorry for upsetting you like that, Hinata.” Komaeda held his hands out in a kind surrender. He hadn’t meant to rile him up. Maybe this was what Tsumiki meant when she pleaded not to bring it up. “We can drop the-”

“I remember you in the Despair Cloud because you were the one that had that aura first.” Hinata immediately cut through. Komaeda felt his breath hitch and he lowered his hands slowly. “You were so torn between...you were called Servant at the time. I was called Izuru. I was considered to be the Despair Cloud’s only hope.”

“I do not-”

“You had a choice. I let you make it. It was a risk that I had to take but you were the only one that could make it. All of us who were in the Despair Cloud had done some terrible,

things and I told you once... I told you as Izuru that there was a chance for hope to shine. I told you to prove to me hope wasn’t boring.”

“I-”

“You pushed all of us out of the cloud. We all scattered like winds to different cities and countries. Slowly we started to band together again, a healing mess.” Hinata grabbed his hand. Komaeda felt as though the world had just been ripped from underneath him. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer this. “Some of us lost our memories of the time of the cloud. Some of us remember it so well we still can’t bring ourselves to talk about it. Some of us abandoned our magic in hopes that we’ll never be hunted. In hopes that we’ll never be sought out. The bard that I spoke of? She was one of us.”

“A bard? What could a ba-”

“She was one of our best ones. She could make music that forced people’s ears to bleed. She would mock them for not being able to handle her style. Paired with the dancer’s ability to hypnotize people into a trance and make them dance themselves to death, you had a hell of a duo. It was ironic that instead of falling for a dancer, the bard in question fell for a healer that used her magic as a warlock instead. She used to be covered in bandages, but now she’s able to walk around without feeling the taint.” Hinata continued.

Komaeda was entranced by the story that Hinata was weaving. All of it sounded so far out there, so false, that it was hard to keep a straight head around it. At the same time however, Komaeda could feel a scratching at the back of his brain, a seeping memory that begged to come through. A face marked with symbols that obscured his features along with a collar and a chain that went with it. Servant indeed.

He carefully dislodged his hand from Hinata’s cool grip. The wind picked up slightly and he could feel the cool breeze rush across his skin and play against his hair. He looked over at Hinata and saw the storm clouds rolling close towards them. The scent of rain was heavy on the sky and they had nowhere to take shelter.

He wondered if it was truly weather magic, or if something else was on the brink of happening. Meeting Hinata had been the best luck Komaeda could ever be given, but now he was hearing that not only had they met, they had met twice. Once in a form of a despair cloud.

“I wish I could say I remember.”

“I’m glad otherwise.” Hinata shook his head. “It means better memories. We should continue. We’re going to get rained on.”

“There is a way to make it so that the rain bounces off of you, Hinata.” Komaeda reminded.

“Remember how I said some of us abandoned our magic? I’m one of them.”

“You truly are a strange man. You think that magic can taint you?” Komaeda asked curiously.

“I don’t want to be trapped in another despair cloud.”

“Ah so you do not know how despair clouds work!” Komaeda laughed. “Well, it does not matter. Magic or not, your hope is as bright as the sun when it is high in the sky. I have no qualms that one day I will see you use your magic once again.”

Hinata shook his head fondly. “That may be a while.”

Komaeda thought about the time that he no longer had. He thought about Hinata and how they must have met before. He wanted those memories back but at the same time he wanted to be around that ever glowing up that was around him. “So then I suppose I stay until you do.” He decided after a moment.

“It can be a long time.”

Maybe luck would be his final irony. If the day Hinata shows his magic would be the day that he was to perish. It would be a nicer ending than the ones he was thinking of. “I believe I can wait.”

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The rain starved off until they reached the way station just at the mouth of the forest. The thunder rolled across the sky, and the first drops fell into a downpour. The dirt path that led through the thicket was flooded. There was no feasible way for the two of them to try to climb out of the way station and continue on their journey; the mud alone would be a heavy hindrance to their legs. Despite the bad luck of rain, Komaeda and Hinata’s good luck was that someone had been wise enough to restock the station. While it was common courtesy to do so for travelers, Komaeda’s experience had led him to believe it was somewhat rare for someone to remind others that would come after.

The chill of the rain made Hinata huddle close to the fire, and instinctively draw himself closer to Komaeda. Not that Komaeda was complaining. He rested his head against Hinata’s, giving into the lullaby of the raindrops and the soft thunder that drummed above them. On impulse, and for whatever reason instinct, Komaeda brought his arm around Hinata’s shoulders and tugged him a little closer, trying to provide more warmth to him and in the fire.

“You said I didn’t know how the despair cloud works.” Hinata murmured after a while, breaking the silence of the waystation. The cackling of the fireplace echoed the statement. Hinata threw another twig half-heartedly into the fire. The flames caught to the end, swallowing the offering as though hungry for more.

Komaeda stared at the flames for a moment. “A despair cloud,” Komaeda said after a moment, rubbing gentle circles on Hajime’s shoulder, “is not about tainting your magic, Hinata.” The long pause was broken by another drum of thunder. “It is about what you fear inside your soul, and having it push out to the surface. Magic has nothing to do with the despair cloud. You can be the most-”

“Ordinary person in the world.” Hinata agreed. “But you can get your magic from the despair cloud.”

“Oh, now that I was not sure of. I never heard of anyone getting their magic from a despair cloud.” Komaeda mused. “So that is the actual reason why you don’t use it. It was a gift given to you from despair. Oh, but look at how much of a hopeful aura you have! I will not pressure you to use your magic if you do not want to, Hinata. But you have to admit, you have something amazing.”

“No I...am aware. Tsumiki wants to heal and so she’ll use her magic to heal. Mioda wants to play her music and Saijoni wants to dance. Who am I to tell them to stop?” Hinata shook his head. “Their powers were all enhanced by the despair cloud. We can only strive to make sure that it doesn’t...ruin us.”

“Hmm.”

“Servant though, you….” Hinata trailed off. “You told me it was luck.” He looked at Komaeda. “Is your luck magic based?”

“I never understood it.” Komaeda tried not to shrug so that he didn’t disturb Hinata too much. “I just know it is a blessing and a curse. How...close were you to Servant?”

“Why do you ask?”

Komaeda wasn’t sure how to respond to that. The orange and red glow of the fireplace casted a familiar facade on Hinata’s face. If he had longer hair, Komaeda was certain he would be able to determine for sure if his memory was false or accurate. For now, the rain continued to try to lure them into a slumber, and the entrance to the waystation was pitched black as a cave. “Because I feel as though you miss him.”

“I’d rather miss you.” Hinata shrugged. “I know that we only spoke when you were in bed and you were probably dying to go outside, and I also know that first meeting...that was a terrible introduction but...I want to miss you.” He paused. “I know why you’re sick. Everyone in the despair cloud didn’t just get gifted with magic or enhanced with magic. Everyone carries some sort of scar from it.”

“I see.” Komaeda murmured. “Then, pray tell, what is your curse?”

“....I’m literally two people, Komaeda, in one body. I’m both Izuru.” He slowly got up from his shoulder, and Komaeda found himself missing the warmth and the comfort. Hinata turned to face him, covering his green eye. The red alone was enough to send shivers down Komaeda’s spine, and remind him that it was cold outside. The rain’s soft mist that gently managed to carry itself into the shelter was enough of a reminder. “I’m also Hinata Hajime.” He covered the red eye and the green reminded him of the rolling hills that lead to home. “Izuru remembers you. I know we never met.”

“So that is why you have the memory that I do not.” Komaeda mused thoughtfully. “I do not think Izuru had much of an opinion of me.”

“He thinks everything’s a bore, yes.” Hinata said, not at all afraid to shame his other side. Komaeda watched as Hinata brought himself close. “But I have an opinion of you. I think you think too lowly of yourself.”

“Hahah. Oh, you are certainly going to hate me then if you decide for some reason I am your chosen one.” Komaeda snorted.

“Not understand you, maybe.” Hinata corrected. “But I don't think you could get me to hate you Komaeda. Not when I’ve massacred a good amount of towns in the name of despair, and had you by my side watching it.”

“And now you wish for me to watch by your side for hope.” Komaeda mused. “Despite that, I myself may not live that long.”

“Or you could.” Hinata shrugged.

“Or I could.” Komaeda agreed after a moment, remembering that he thought of seeing Hinata’s magic, and how it would be ironic if it was the last thing in his sights. It sounded about right. “My luck is a curse, Hinata. It can bring you harm.”

“My magic wouldn’t let me die because of it.” Hinata shook his head. “I know that’s hard to believe, but the truth is the truth. I’m not going to force you though, Komaeda. I know I’m asking a lot of you after just a week or two knowing you. Even if nothing of it comes from it, I like us to remain friends.”

“Friends first.” Komaeda agreed. “If you can handle my luck and all of the ups and the downs that come with it, then we may talk about standing by each other’s side. Closer than that. Though, in my honesty, Hinata, you make it hard for me to be rational and say no.”

“Impulses suck.” Hinata shrugged and Komaeda laughed softly. “Let’s do something in the city that doesn’t require you to get stabbed and talk more. Maybe Mioda would be there and you can hear her sing.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea. First, however, the lavender.”

“....Yeah Tsumiki would slaughter me if I forgot.”

Komaeda’s laugh echoed with the rain.

[kittys3rdgf]

friends to lover's but the second person is intincing the one first and the first person thinks they're doing it unintentionally

[honeypiehotchner]

he doesn’t even look like dean

Michael x Dean | SPN S14 [x]

[castlevania-oc]

Hi I'm here for anyone over 17 so please don't dm me if your younger. This is because I'm 29 and not comfertable with young roleplayers.

Rules

No smutt or nsfw content (flirting is ok I will time skip at curtain points)

No intince alcohol abuse drug abuse or self harm.(it's ok in back story or moderation)

No rape incest or child abuse

I'm looking for doubles to rp with or ocxcc me being oc. I'm not to comfertable with bxb or gxg so I prefer gxb relationships. I'm up for any type of story and au.

Characters I am looking for

Alucard

Trevor Belmont

Hector

[gothimothi]

One hell of a rough day.

Klance, voltron legendary defenders. A AU where Lance and Keith live together on earth as friends. Lance's pov I sigh, grabbing my keys, ice cream in my hair, bruises on my face, and my own blood on my shirt. I slowly push the key into the apartment door;walking in and close it behind me. I let my backpack fall onto the floor in front of the door as I lazily trudge into my room, taking my hoodie and shirt off as I do, the large scrap on my torso bleeding. Sighing as I kick my shoes off and pull of my denim shorts to the ground. I walk into the bathroom, my eyes half lidded. "L-LANCE!!" Kieth screams, grabbing a towel to cover his nude wet body. I fully open my eyes and gasp,my cheeks getting hot. "S-sorry I uhm.."I wave a hand over my bruised and battered body and wet sticky hair. Kieth ties the towel around his waist, rushing to me. "Fuck, what happened?" "E-ehh.. I was w-wearing my 'Bisexual Unicorn' shirt and... a guy started beeting my up while I was walking down the street...I manged to get away..." I explained to Keith; he sighs and softly pushes me down onto the bathtub side. I watch him as he looks around the room for what I asumme is the first aid kit.He grabs it and quickly moves in front of me, sitting on his knees, starting to patch my tan legs up, slowly moving up my body to the large scrap. I grit my teeth as Keith puts a antispetic cream on the scrap, slowly starting to put a large bandages around my torso. "Shh...it'll be okay..." Kieth says, continuing to fix me up. I yawn, almost falling back into the bathtub. "Hey I'm going to wash your hair, alright?" Keith askes, I tiredly nod in responce as he wets my hair and starts massaging the shampoo into my skalp. Kieth slowly pulls me up onces he's finished, tiredly I hold onto him as he walks me to my room, both of is partially nude. He lays me down on my bed. I look up at him and accidentally pulls Kieth on top of me, his towel falling off as it happens. Both of us blush brightly, my heart pounding as I look at him, his warm body pessed up against my own. "S-Sorry..." I murmured, looking at him, a small smile grow on his face. "Don't be~" He leans up and softly kisses me. My eyes whiden as he dose, his hands gently wraping around me. I slowly kiss back, blushing more and more. I slowly break the kiss, looking at Kieth. "So uhmm....be my boyfriend?" Kieth chuckles and rolls his eyes, making me slightly worryed. "Of course you big idiot." I smile brightly, and pecks his lips. He smiles and pushes himself to my side, laying on my bed nude. I blush and smile at him, cuddling closer to him, both of us falling asleep. Kieths pov, next morning I slowly open my eyes, seeing a asleep Lance huddled around me. I silently chuckle and kiss his forehead and slowly get out of bed, finding a pair of short sleep shorts and a t-shirt of Lance's putting them on quickly and moving to the kitchen,I grabs my phone and putting MCR on as I grab stuff to make breakfast for me and Lance. "They're gonna clean up their looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of me~" I smile, continuing to sing MCR, slightly dancing as I cook, not knowing Lance was watching. "Because they sleep with a gun and keep a eye on your son so they can watch all the things you do~" I smirk, waving my hips around as I flip a pancake. "Because the drugs never work!They're gonna give you a smirk! 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean~" I finish up on the pancakes, starting to cook little sausage pattys, waving my hips and butt out and around more."They gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machi-" Warm hands wrap around my ass, slightly pulling the loose shorts down, making me dolt and slightly scream. I whip my head around, Lance standing behind me smirking. "Oh MY GOD LANCE!! YOU SCARED ME!" Lance chuckles suducivly, making me blush. I continue to cook the sausage, shaking my head. I finally finish cooking breakfast, Lance of course nuzzling and kissing my neck the entire time. I put the pancakes and sauasge on plates, adding surup and butter to both of them and putting the plates on the table. "Hm~ you know what would look sweeter on the table~?" Lance asks, making me quiet confused. "What..?" Lance pushes his hand into my shorts, groping my ass gently. "hm~ you with out these clothes~" I blush furiously, quickly covering my face. "L-LANCE!!" I squeak out. Lance smirks and chuckles, sitting down and starting to eat.I blush more and shakily sit down, slowly eating, thinking about what Lance said, making me getting slightly turned on. I sigh eating quickly as my erection gets more intince. As I finish, I quickly run to the bathroom, bitting his lip roughly. I quickly push the shorts off, my erect cock bouncing out. I slowly wrap my hand around my cock, jerking myself off quickly, grunting loudly as I drops to his knees. "f-fuck..." I jerks myself off faster, moaning and groaning louder. The bathroom door opens, Lance there. I quickly pull the shirt over my bodY. Lance gose over to me, pushing me to the floor, his clothed erection rubbing on my own. He kisses me passionatly, I slowly kisses back, Lance quickly pushing his boxers off, his fingers going around my thighs. "M-May I?" Lance asks, his fingers closer to my hole, I quickly nod, Lance slowly pushing his finger into me. "A-ah~!" I moan, Lance pushing his finger farther into him, adding another finger, slowly thrusting them in and out of me, making me moan louder. "A-AH~ L-LANCE~!" He pulls his fingers out of me, pushing himself into my hole. I moan as Lance thrusts quickly into him. Both of us, already leaking precum, and within a minute we both cum, panting lightly. "W-Wow..." I mutter, looking up at him. "y-yeah.." Lances softly kisses me, making me smile and kiss back. Both of us laying on the floor. "That's not how I planed this morning Lance.." I mutter,wraping a arm around around Lance. He chuckles "Yeah..I love you baby" Lance says kissing my earlobe. I giggle. "I love you too..."

[ranodo-mobile-2]

Barry whimpered and his whole body shook as yet another extremely powerful orgasm ripped thought him. An intincity he has never felt before out of one. "Alpha..." He moaned, barely able to get that out.

ranodo-mobile-2​:

Berry whined and nodded. He wanted the knot deep down and was actually able to start pushing his body back against Harper to match his thrusts.

Harper continued to speed his pace, driving his cock into the boy’s new g-spot while he stroked Barry’s clit with his fingers.  “Cum for me, Baby.  Cum for your alpha as I knot you.”

[angelofgluttony]

negitivity you know maybe it would have been better if i was born mentely retarded or homeschooled and not alowed contact with people at all shure would make my panic attacks less frequent and intince

[ezequielabramzon]

Intincated lines. Like in life, you don't know what to expect next. You can plan it but you will always find new paths to follow. #instaart #art #artwork #arte #design #drawing #drawings #sketch #sketching #sketchbook #draw #illustration #doodle #comics #creative #cartoon #pen #me #ink #monster #artoftheday #artist #artsy #daily #instagramers #instadaily #instagood #instalike #instafun

[casaviroftyr]

fenny58​:

Malice watched him carefully still smiling.

“Casavir? No you have that one wrong the little one is not someone Scorto is interested in romantically, Casavir is our little brother. And Scorto has got some reason decided to choose you. I think it’s because you remind him of a female drow, and the fact he wouldn’t have to worry about you killing him if he messed up in bed with you. As for children, male drow can have them if required by their mother matron, sence I’m his mother marton and we no longer had a house. More children would be required. I have already had six children I can’t have more but Scorto has never had any so he should be able to carry several.”

Malice looks at Bishop. She grinned.

“You can always talk to him yourself.”

Scorto had walked inside the room. Since it was getting late and the tavern was mostly empty he was wearing his outfit again…..or most of it….he’d just simply put on a loin cloth….I was different then the last one it was a bit tighter fit. And he’d put on his red makeup around his eyes and even a little on his lips. The room was honestly not and even dressed as little as he was he was starting to sweet. He moved to a table humming softy as he started to clean the top of the table. He’d also put on his bracelets with the small bells they made noice with Every move of his arms.

He began to move, he was cleaning the table but still putting on a small show humming softy to himself. And moving from table to table. Spinning and moving his hips and arms to make the bells make noice he looks straight at Bishop and Malice but it’s like he doesn’t see them. He continues working. He moved on top of a table, he starts a dance but it’s much more intince then his last one.

He moves his arms up over his head, his eyes are half closed, he makes a keening sounds from the back of his throat. As he moved his hips,the cloth not leaving much to the imagine. But still hiding that part. The sweet rolls down his desk skin. He throws his head back and moans. He keeps moving not even seeing Bishop or Malice complete losted in a memory from years before. 

“Carry?” repeated Bishop incredulously. “You’ve got to be k--”

Whatever words of disbelief he’d been about to utter next died in his throat as Spider-breath himself made a public appearance. With Scorto looking like that, it was difficult to remember what he’d been about to say. “You’ve...” Bishop tried again, eyes glued to Scorto’s gyrating hips and exposed, glistening flesh. “Ah. You, ah...”

Bishop leaned over to stare past Malice, eyeing Scorto intently. The drow was sweating and moaning in a way that provoked imagery of the midst of passion. There was no doubt about it that he had the moves, but... he’s still a...

As if suddenly remembering Malice was there, he swallowed and eyes flitted back to hers. His stare became harsh again. “So he can dance a little jig! Good for him. But that still doesn’t mean that--” His sentence was cut off by another low, pleasurable noise from the swaying and spinning dark elf. Bishop couldn’t help but glance back and forth from him and Malice periodically. “It doesn’t mean I want him or anything. So what did you do? Did you slip something into my drink? Or did you cast some kind of spell? Whatever it is, it’s not working.”

Malice stopped seeing the human her brother had taken an interest in. She moved to stand in front of him looking him up and down. She decided to get straight to the point. "I had a question for you? Why after 241 years has my brother chosen to want to have sex with? He's been courting you, extra food. Making sure you have enough ale. Keeping others from bothering you. So when you plan to claim him?" She looks Bishop right in the eyes waiting.

Bishop’s predatory gaze followed Malice as she sashayed over to his typical haunt in the bar. ‘Good thing you came over, sweetcheeks - I was getting bored over here.’ Had she not spoken first, those would have been the choice words to greet the drowess with. Perhaps not the best idea, but how else would he get an entertaining show in Duncan’s ratty beat-down alehouse?

But it seemed Bishop was about to get a show of a different sort, and this time he was the entertaining spectacle. He narrowed his golden-brown eyes and leaned over to stare Malice down. The heavy scent of campfire smoke and musk lingered about him. “So Spider-breath’s been courting me, eh? That’s news to me, ladyship. I must have missed the part where he grew breasts and a cunt.”

[deadinsidedressage]

Okay so having taken a nap (even though I still don't know what's going on with my cat) I'm going to make this a teaching moment instead of being really mad:

Why is it not helpful to tell you that a vague set of symptoms your pet is exhibiting might be a very minor thing my pet was exhibiting:

-You are not a vet

- A cat not eating can be a symptom of almost anything as it's the primary indicator of pain in a predatory animal--- if a cat can be tempted with tuna or wet food when they're normally on dry food is a good indicator that the cat's pain level isn't horrible and it might be something easy to fix. (Conan was very willing to eat tuna & raw egg when he went in for an EMERGENCY visit for his crystals). A cat that has to be forcefed from a syringe because nothing will intince them to eat and your trying to prevent kidney and liver failure while waiting to get them to a vet is NOT a good sign of something easily manageable. Especially when that cat is then emptying her entire stomach contents on the floor a couple hours later despite being on a liquid diet. Not eating could be a UTI, could be a bad tooth, could be an infection/fever, could be an intestinal blockage, could be a tumor, could be feline leukemia, could be almost anything. It's not a diagnostic tool for limiting what might be wrong.

-With any animal, major changes in behavior can indicate major pain/major sickness--- though I didn't explicitly mention how differently my cat is acting, my cat's behavior is so abnormal that it's indicative of a very, very unwell cat and not something minor and easy (if it is, won't we all be pleased! but it'd be naive to hope or rely on the simple solution based on her behavior).

-Telling me it is something minor when I have come to terms with the knowledge that I'm limited in what I can do for my cat and what I believe ive is ethical to do for my cat (aka, had a very distraught night of full on sobbing realizing I might be euthanizing this cat) isn't really kind to ME. What if I'm the type of person who doesn't handle making informed choices for their pets well and I cling to you telling me it's this super treatable thing? You should not give an owner false hope when you don't know the full condition of the animal. Imagine how you would feel if someone yahoo on the internet told you your cat is just constipated and then the vet informs you your cat is dying of late stage cancer and your only option is euthanasia? It's not kind to give an uninformed internet diagnosis.

If you want to express sympathy for someone who is posting about a sick/ill/injured animal and you're hopeful it's not something serious then this is what you do:

"Wow I am so sorry! Hopefully it's not serious and you can bring her home soon!"

^^That's nice.

Trying to diagnose my pet over the internet = not nice

Hey guys so, my cat hasn’t been eating for a week (or seemingly pooping). I’ve been syringe force feeding her the last two days and we’re dropping her off at the vet in the morning (they couldn’t do an appointment so I can’t physically be there which I feel like shit about). She’s 15-18 age range (I have no idea when we got her). Basically I’m really worried my cat has something I’m not going to be able to treat and that I’m just taking her to the vet tomorrow to end up euthanizing her and I’m really upset.

So if I don’t answer asks or whatever it’s because I’m dealing with that.