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wakacreations · 5 months ago

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Author's Note:

My contribution to the Doni fandom. Thanks to @falcatamandarina for inspiring the piece.

Doni: I Will See You Again Soon!

Word Count: 1703

Summary:

Doni writes a letter to his father recapping of all that has happened to him so far.

Dad,

It's been awhile since I wrote to you. A lot has happened in just a short amount of time but I just wanted to let you know I'm safe and sound. I made it to Baldur’s Gate just like we promised to each other. The other tieflings from Elturel took me in as a part of their family. You know how I wished for a big brother or sister? I got both!

There is Rolan who is a famous wizard. Can you believe a tiefling could own a big tower? There is Lia who is the head of a team of flaming fists. She could beat all the fists in an archery match! I once saw her run after a thief on the roof tops and caught them midair. There is Cal who runs a fun orphanage. Everytime I visit the other kids he's planning a secret surprise. Last time the secret surprise was fireworks from Rolan’s tower and we got to eat some yummy food Cal made.

Alfira has been helping me learn how to sing again. I know how much you loved watching and hearing me sing back in Elturel. It's been hard because sometimes my voice doesn't want to come out when I want it to. Lakrissa has been cheering for me everytime during practice. I feel shy sometimes when she does it because I don't feel like I'm doing a good job. I know I can sing really good like you've told me. I just don't sing as good as I used to now. Alfira believes I'm still a good singer but it just takes time to sing like before. She said that I'm a better singer than Lakrissa. She once summoned a pack of worgs to come using her voice alone. I believed her because when Lakrissa started singing we heard howling in the distance. Our lessons had to end early that day. I got to eat some nice cinnamon rolls that Lakrissa paid for.

Sometimes I visited Dammon’s forge even when I'm not supposed to. He said that I should send him a letter first so he can finish his work early. I try to write to him ahead of time but I would forget. He would be too busy to talk but I liked watching him work on the forge. Mama K would take me on an outing if that was the case. I would help her with the groceries and we would go around visiting the new shops that just opened. I helped her pick out a new shirt for Dammon to wear. Mama K said he can always use some more. It'll eventually become a rag with how many shirts he goes through, she joked. Dammon has a lot of neat projects he's working on. A customer requested to make them a giant warhammer! The hammer was bigger than I was! Dammon, let me wrap the handle with leather. He gave me a lollipop for a job well done. He asked me if I would like to work at the desk while he worked on the forge. I told him I would love to but only when I visit.

So, Dad when you come to Baldur’s Gate I can treat you to a meal. I have two jobs that pay well. I work at Dammon’s and Rolan’s shops. Don't worry, they said I can stop working for the day when I get tired. I can come into work whenever I want to. I can go restock the shelves or work the desk for the day, it was up to me. You don't have to worry about me spending my earned money on you. Zevlor gives me an allowance and extra pocket money to spend on myself. I sometimes use that money to give him flowers. The Commander would always smile when I handed them to him. It's nice to see him smile because he used to not smile often but I think that's changing now. Tilses said Zevlor’s been making more friends and opening up to people. Hearing that makes me happy. I sometimes worry that he would be lonely in his garden.

He has a big garden with flowers, vegetables and fruit trees. Zevlor even has those fancy hedges that look like little animals. He asked me what animal he should make. I watched him make a cute bunny. They were called “topiary artwork” , he said. Sometimes we would have a picnic in the garden for just the two of us. Other times, which is most of the time, Cal would bring the kids over to have lunch there.

Zevlor was the host for the outdoor parties whenever there was a celebration for a tiefling from Elturel. The last party was for Lia's promotion. Everyone was so happy it was nice. Even grumpy Rolan smiled. When I went inside to use the toilet, I heard Rolan crying alone. He said he was so proud of his sister and something about the suffering he endured was worth it. I didn't know what he meant by that. I did give him a hug after I found him again. He asked me why I was hugging him. I kept on hugging him. He didn't push me away but hugged back tighter. When he let go, I walked off. Lia noticed the hug and made a comment about if he was crying. Rolan said it was his allergies. His sister said that my hugs were tear worthy and wished that I would hug her too. I gave her the biggest of hugs and then everyone wanted a hug too.

Dad, I'm not as lonely as I used to be back in Elturel. I've been making more friends. Today, I got to play with Arabella, Umi and Xan. Arabella showed me the new powers she got from studying the weave. She said she wanted to be peepaw Wither's apprentice but he kept telling her no. So, Rolan and Gale became her wizard teachers instead. Gale told her she could enroll at Blackstaff Academy and he would put in a good word in for her should she accept.

Arabella said she didn't want to be far away from everyone again. "Who knows how rude those kids would be there anyways”, she told us. So, she is staying in Baldur’s Gate. Rolan and Gale had set up a portal that connects the two towers just for her lessons. They tried using a scrying eyes for their shared lessons but creating the portals was a better solution. They showed her the new set up for her lessons. The scrying eye would accidentally broadcast whatever the other was doing, Rolan explains to her why the sudden change. Arabella said she saw Rolan and Gale shiver but he didn't explain what they had seen through the eye.

Umi and Xan described what it was like to live at Wyrm's Rock Fortress with the Duke and Wyll. Umi said it was strange having so many people waiting for you to say something. You had servants that would bring you everything you needed. He felt bad asking them for anything. Umi didn't want to be a bother to them. Wyll said the staff liked him and always mentioned how adorable he was. Umi was happy he didn't need to learn how to wield a sword anymore. He got to learn how to ballroom dance instead. Wyll said the next best thing to dancing in battle would be dancing on the dance floor. Umi said I could join in their dance lessons with Wyll.

Xan explained how Sa'Varsh Lae'zel (his mother) was away on her campaign to tackle the crèche strongholds that still pledged allegiance to Vlaakith. His Sa'Varsh insisted he was to stay at the fortress till she summoned for him. In the meantime he should diligently complete his combat training and learn all he could about Faerun. He enjoyed speaking with the guards that patrolled the fortress. Seeing all the nobles that entered the premises bewildered him. All the flashy jewelry, layered furs and silks looked cumbersome to move. Xan made a face when he mentioned all the perfumes that assaulted his lungs that made him cough and the smells that made his nose hurt from sneezing. As part of his training Xan had insisted to Varsh Wyll he would join in their ballroom dancing lessons. He showed us the steps had learned with Umi from his training.

We spent the whole day playing at the park. We played hide and seek. Arabella and Xan were too good at it. Next game we played was Simon says. Xan was too good at that game. So, we decided to prank him. He got embarrassed when we asked him to say "Faerun" during the game. He wasn't too mad at us for embarrassing him since it was a part of the game. We asked him if there were any githyanki words for friends. He told us it was k’chakhi ra’stil (Wyll later told us that meant idiot ally or dumb friend). There was a patch of grass that had a lot of dandelions. Arabella said we should make flower crowns but she didn't know how. Umi shyly told us he knew how and taught us how to make them. I made you a picture to show you what it looked like.

I think I would train to be bard again, Dad. I missed singing so much. Who knows, maybe you'll be in the audience once again. I don't know if I will only become a bard. I'm still unsure if I want to learn how to be a ranger or a cleric. I'll one day travel around again to find you wherever you are Dad when I'm all grown up like you. I want to let you know I am happy with the life I live now but my life doesn't feel complete without you. I miss you dad. So, write to me when you have the time. I hope you've been receiving my letters even if you can't write to me back. I'll continue to write to you till I'm old and grey.

I'll write to you again soon! I love you dad.

-Doni

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wellthebardsdead · 2 months ago

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Lucy: *picks up a bottle as the group explores the hidden cove* hm?… *opens it and pulls out a letter, heart stopping as she realises it’s from Doni* Zevlor says all rivers lead to the Styx… Styx… Doni’s dad is- still in hell?… *raises her hand and summons Zhalk, the Cambion appearing before her heading her call*

Zhalk: your majesty? Do you wish for an update on the wellbeing of the refugees?

Lucy: no- well- yes… sort of… There’s a little boy amongst them, he’s non verbal, his name is Doni and- I think his father didn’t make it out of hell when elturel emerged… could you… find him for me?

Zhalk: I shall see what I can do your grace. *disappears*

*a few days later as the group prepare to leave the underdark*

Zhalk: *reappears, not with another tiefling, but a Cambion* I’ve found him your grace.

Lucy: a- cambion?

Doni’s father: m-my boy- he’s alive? Doni?? You sent your men to find me because of him right??

Zhalk: show some respect and address your duchess properly-

Lucy: it’s okay, Zhalk… yes, yes Doni is alive and safe. My men made sure of it. *smiles and takes his hands* we’re headed to him now.

*a few hours later*

Lucy: *smiling as she watches the cambion hug his son, carrying him around everywhere like he’s his greatest treasure* hm…

Zhalk: your grace?

Lucy: look at them… what do you see?

Zhalk: a half blood and his spawn. Why?

Lucy: because… I see proof. Proof that… even devils… aren’t all wholly evil. *smiles up at him* he sacrificed everything to get his boy out of hell… now they’re both here. Free… happy… he owes no fealty to me. Only to his boy.

Zhalk: you would… grant him freedom? So willingly?

Lucy: why wouldn’t I?… I don’t want anyone working for me who doesn’t wish to be… it’s why I pay all of your men and you as well.

Zhalk: You would grant my freedom if I wished it too?

Lucy: without question… do you? Want to go?…

Zhalk: no… *smiles softly and relaxes his posture* but it is nice… knowing where the kindness of your heart sits on your sleeve.

#donis letter mentions the Styx and it made me wonder if his dad was just a tiefling #Lucy Tav #arch devil Lucy #Zhalk bg3 #Doni bg3

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tieflingtareon · 1 year ago

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My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 31 | Words: 8.2k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

Tar'eon looked out at the ocean before him, the cold sea air caressing his skin as he closed his eyes, letting the scent of salt and fish fill his nose. His body felt heavy like an anchor. It was tempting to simply thrown himself over the edge and let himself sink to the bottom. To drown in the ocean sounded more painful than to drown in a river, but it was becoming clear to him than drowning in a river, drowning in Astarion, wasn't an option tonight.

He missed his cool fingers against his face, a kinder chill than the ocean winds. He buried his face in his hands, trying to hide from the cold, even if it didn't help his flushed face, his swollen eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, really truly cried. He hadn't been able to stop after it started. He knew he had to tell them all eventually, but being put onto the spot so suddenly...

He wanted to resent Astarion. He wanted to scorn him, to feel that same furious rage he felt for Orin, for his enemies, but he couldn't even manage a flicker of a flame. He felt like he'd been soaked by rain, heavy and cold and wet. There was no chance of starting a fire inside himself when all the kindling was soaked with self-loathing. How could he face them again? After everything he told them...

Karlach and Wyll would hate him for allying with Enver, for damning the Coast. Jaheria, Halsin and Gale wouldn't be able to trust him, the wizard still didn't even know who took his hand. Aylin and Isobel...who knew what they'd think of him, being child and cleric of Selune. Shadowheart would probably side with Karlach, given their relationship.

Astarion...Gods, he didn't want to think about it. Not after how he snapped at him before leaving. He might find acceptance from Lae'zel, given she doesn't care for bloodshed, but...it still didn't feel like a comfort. She may have different opinions now, having abandoned her faith. He felt like there was no one in his corner, and that scared him. He felt...truly alone, for the first time since he escaped the ship.

He'd tried so hard to be a good person...but in the end, was being a good person now enough to rectify all he did in the past? He couldn't see an end to this journey that benefited him if he was honest. When Shadowheart rejected Shar's will, she had suffered the agony of thousands...What would Bhaal do when he rejected him? Would he even be able to? Would his past devotion to his Father win in the heat of the moment?

All the what ifs turned his stomach, but even still...he wouldn't let the world perish. Not if he could help it. Even if it meant the end of his own life, he would sacrifice everything to give his companions their freedom back. To make the world safe again for children like Mol, Mirkon, Silfy, Mattias and Doni, like Arabella - they all deserved to grow up and live. Not become food to mind flayers.

He would fix the mistakes of his former life, even if it cost him his current. It's not like there was any home to return to after the journey ended anyway...Nobody would mourn him. Well, maybe Astarion, but he'd move on. He'd live on for centuries, maybe even a millienia...and he'd heal. He'd forget about him. It was probably for the best. He would free Astarion of Cazador like he promised...and then, he'd free him of the tadpole. Whether he saw the next dawn wasn't important. Whether his friends did was.

Tar'eon looked out at the moonlit waters and admired the rippling of light across the dark sea. The peace was interrupted by a mechanic squeak, a shudder of metal. He looked over his left shoulder, looking at the Steel Watcher that stood a few paces behind him. He quirked a brow.

"Are you spying on me, Enver?" He asked, but the machinery was silent. Tar'eon stared at the helmet a long moment before turning back to the sea. "If you're going to bother me, I'd rather you do so in person. I feel ridiculous speaking to a hunk of junk."

"Now that's quite rude." The clink of the cane against wood made Tar'eons eyes widened, looking over his right shoulder to see the Archduke approach with a smile. "I spent quite some time designing these 'hunks of junk'."

"Why are you here?"

"I was informed by one of my many Watchers that you were alone, and far from your camp. It struck me as odd." He came to stand beside him, both hands on his cane and looking out at the waters with something akin to pride. Like a God marvelling at the beauty of the world he created. "Are you out on a late night hunt, my dear assassin?"

"You know, if I didn't know any better, which frankly, I don't, I'd think you were stalking me." Tar'eon narrowed his eyes, glancing at the man from the corner of his eye. Watching him just as closely as he no doubt watched him.

"It's my duty as Archduke to remain informed, lest chaos ensue in my streets. Your wandering alone has caught the attention of many creatures who stalk these streets at night, awaiting a lone soul like yourself." Tar'eons brows jumped up in surprise, turning to look Enver.

"I...Are we being watched?"

"Oh, most definitely, I'm sure." Enver grinned, looking rather pleased that Tar'eon had caught on. "Orin doesn't appreciate your return. She wants you gone, and her faceless hoard know it. That, and you've somehow gained the attention of vampire spawn from what my Steel Watchers have told me."

"Vampire spawn-" Tar'eon furrowed his brows and cursed softly. "Astarion?"

"Oh no, not his delightful self. But they're certainly Cazador's brood, if that's what you're wondering. Your fanged lover has not run into the night after you, I'm afraid. My condolences." He didn't bother hiding the sarcasm in his tone. From the way he spoke, it was obvious that the city had little to no secrets from him anymore. He even knew Cazador was a vampire lord, and from his tone alone, Tar’eon could tell he wasn’t the man’s biggest fan. One thing they could agree on.

"I'm sure you already know what happened. Since you've got your fingers in every corner of his town." Tar'eon grumbled.

"Unfortunately, I do not know. But I would love to hear it. Lovers quarrel?" His dark eyes gleamed with mischief, obviously hoping for it to be just that. Tar'eon pursed his lips and looked back to the ocean.

"...They know who I am now. They know what I've done. I'm giving them time to decide whether I'm worth the trouble or not, I suppose." Tar'eon picked dirt out from beneath one claw and sighed, closing his eyes. "Just associating with you has ruined more than one of my relationships with my companions, you know?”

"If your bonds are that weak, why bother entertaining them?" Enver scoffed. "They are beneath you. They have no idea of the honour that comes with being the Chosen of one's God."

"I don't want it." Tar'eon told Enver, who looked slightly surprised before he smoothed out his expression into something more neutral. "I don't care what Bhaal wants with me. He is not my Father, not anymore. I will kill Orin, and I will disown him. And when the time comes, I want you at my side when we destroy the elder brain."

"Destroy- you want to forsake all our plans? For what? Once we have all three Netherstones, the brain will no longer be a threat to us. There is no point in trying to kill the damn thing if we can control it."

"Perhaps. But it will always be a liability. Your Steel Watch does enough to maintain order in this city. I doubt you really need it now." He gestured to the metal bodyguard with it's back to them, surveying the area for dangers to its maker. "What is the point in controlling the whole world via some faux religion? Eventually, they'll realise it's all for naught, and it will be your head that they want. Besides, who's to say you won't use the control you have over the brain against myself one day?"

"I would never." Enver actually looked furious at the mere suggestion. "I much prefer you with your free will intact. It would be a waste of your brilliance to make you a mindless slave."

"And all the others in Faerun with their own brilliance? Where will the good things in the world go? People will be too devoted to the Absolute to do the things that make humanity so beautiful." Tar'eon reached back and frowned. He'd forgotten his flute...

"Where will the stories that could have been told go? The songs that would have been sung? The music that will never play...The laughter, the hope, it will all disappear. It will turn into a monotonous grey. All there will be is the Absolute - or fear of it. The ballads will speak only of Her, rather than of a lover or a friend, of family and adventure. There is so much we'll be stripping the world of if we continue on this path."

"I think I just threw up in my mouth a little." Enver remarked with a deadpanned expression. "When did you become so soft, Tir'yal?"

"Fine. You don't want to think of the good? Think of the consequences. We have no guarantee that the elder brain will remain under our control for long. You can barely control it right now as it is; who's to say it won't grow to resist all three stones power?" He challenged. "Who do you think it's going to kill first when it breaks free? The very ones who enslaved it."

He gestured to the both of them and Enver narrowed his eyes at him.

"As long as we have the crown, we don't have to worry about losing control of it. You and I already went over every flaw in our plan, made back up plans for back up plans - trust in our brilliance, Tir'yal. Once Orin is out of the way and the brain is back under control, we'll be able to unify the world beneath our rule. With Ketheric’s army, the Absolute’s army, put to waste, we can share in the rewards of our victory against them. We will be heroes in the peoples eyes.” The same heroes who made such an army to begin with. All to gain the favour of the people. To be see as their sworn protectors; to be adored. At least, that was Enver’s goal. Tir’yal had simply wanted blood for his Father.

"False heroes." Tar'eon stood straighter and huffed. "I'd rather die a true hero than live as a false one."

"You're impossible. If I knew losing your memories would make you into this, I would have put you out of your misery for your own sake when you arrived to my coronation. You’re lucky you still have your uses." Enver shook his head, as if disappointed. "I do hope you see reason the next time I see you, Tir'yal. It would be such a waste of good potential.” He turned his foot, swinging his cane forward to meet the wood as he stepped away, ready to leave, but he was halted by a hand grasping at the sleeve of his robes.

Enver turned to look over his shoulder, quirking a brow at Tar'eon.

"I...I know I'm different from what you remember. Vastly different. I know I'm not the man you knew, but if you still care for him in any measure...please stay with us a little while longer?" Tar'eon asked weakly, hating himself for stooping so low, but he was lonely. So fucking lonely. He didn't want to be alone right now, or he feared he'd be a body washed ashore by morning rather than a returning camper. He wished he’d let Astarion follow after him. Maybe then he’d already be back at camp, wrapped up in his arms and smelling rosemary instead of sea salt and cologne.

Enver stared at him for a long while, his expression giving little away before he stepped back into his prior spot, hands clasped behind his back, fingers wrapped around the length of his cane rather than the handle.

"Thank you."

"By Bane, don't. I'm only here because you're right. We have history. I may not be a fan of how weak you've become, but I still see promise in you yet, Tir'yal." Enver's lips thinned. "It is hard to find an equal in a world such as this one. You were my equal once before...and I still wish for you to be.”

Tar'eon smiled ruefully.

"Lonely at the top, isn't it? Being a leader...can be very lonely."

"I have always been enough company for myself. You were simply an addition I didn't mind. An addition I quite liked."

"You liked me." Tar'eon hummed.

"I did."

"More than Orin."

"An easy feat. The woman is dreadful and grating to listen to. I've never been one for needless bloodshed - I’ve always preferred to use it as a tool. You? You were smart with it. You were quick, efficient, you didn't make a show of it like she does. You were only ever curious about your kills once you were done, not overindulgent."

"I sated my urge as your 'assassin', I'm guessing?"

"You had great control of your urge, but yes. We made a good pair. You got rid of competition. Weaklings and blackmailers...You made climbing the ranks much easier compared to my own efforts alone." He chuckled. "I see death as a grim necessity. You saw death as an act of devotion. As, dare I say it, loving. So I gave you offerings to your Father, and you put more and more political power into my lap with every throat slit.”

"I gave you a lot of things, from what I do remember." Tar'eon pursed his lips. How many did he kill for him during their time together? How long had they known each other? He’d said years, hadn’t he? Less than ten, considering Karlach hadn’t recognised him. Enver grinned.

"Shall I list all the things you've gifted me with, my dearest?"

"I fear to know." Tar'eon admitted. "I feel like it might change things. I'm not sure I can afford that."

"Why deny yourself the truth? You've always been the hungry sort - hungry for knowledge, hungry for gore, hungry to prove yourself to your Father...You were near impossible to sate." Enver chuckled, like it was some sort of inside joke they'd once had. Now, he was the only one who could laugh at it.

"...You're right. I do want the truth. I- I crave it. I want to know everything, and it vexes me that I still know so little despite remembering my service to Bhaal. Knowing I'm...knowing I'm his spawn - it's a lot. I know nothing of my past, but I know I belonged to him. That I still do. I'm not sure I can ever come back from all the cruelty I did in his name."

"Such is the life of a Chosen. We are instruments our Gods play. We create the melodies they've written, and we revel in our duty to them, and the power they pass onto us in return." Enver gestured out to the ocean, the ships, the rippling waves. "They bless us with the power to take what we desire...and in turn, they have our undying devotion. They have our souls - much like making a deal with a devil." He chuckled at the comparison.

"You don't seem to be the biggest fan of devils."

"Beneath a devil, you are given lies and punishment. Gods are where true power is, and their wrath will not come for you unless you fail them." Enver glanced at Tar'eon. "I worry your rejection of Bhaal will not end well for you, my dearest."

"Perhaps. I worry too, but I can't accept him. As long as I am under his thumb, there is no true freedom for myself. This Urge - it isn't who I am. Not anymore. It is Bhaal's will, an extension of his control over my mind and body. He will use it to remove my loved ones until the world is empty and I am the last soul alive. I would rather die a free man than live serving beneath the heel of a God."

Enver was silent a long moment, and Tar'eon turned his head to look at him, but the man was focused on the moon, the dim lighting making him appear almost ghoulishly pale. His features were so dark, sucking up the shadows, that Tar'eon was sure he wouldn't be able to see him on a moonless night. The sleepless shadows beneath his eyes looked like bruises. He wondered if he ever slept through the night, or if he lived solely off naps.

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like? Without Bane?" Tar'eon asked and Enver scowled, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the tiefling.

"I would be servant to a devil, rather than a God. I much prefer my chances under Bane's hand than under any others. Bane has given me everything I have ever desired." He gestured to the city behind them, the grand place he had called home since his birth. It felt fitting to have it be the first place he took off the map in his journey to rule all. "Bane has given me the power and strength to take this city as my own. To wield it under the Black Hand. He has given me the means to control everything."

He placed a near loving hand to his Steel Watcher, smiling at Tar'eon.

"Even as a child, I saw the world for what it is. Full of chaos and despair. I knew in unifying the people against a common enemy, culling the ones who would not fall into line...I could bring this city prosperity and peace. That I could earn their adoration and loyalty. When people are left to decide their own fates, they will toss even those they claim to care most about into the dirt. If I control every aspect of this city, there will be no need for petty crimes, for debts to be paid, all of it will be delegated to me...Nobody wants the responsibilities they're given. If anything, they'll thank me for fixing all of their problems, for removing the ones that simply don't want to go away. I will be a hero in the eyes of many."

He seemed to truly believe his words, but Tar'eon couldn't read his mind. Only the language of his body. His stature was nothing short of confidant, even if he was physically shorter than Tar'eon.

"You'll be a tyrant who acts like a just and fair king." Tar'eon saw through it with ease and Enver laughed.

"Well...When you worship and are chosen by the God of Tyranny, it only make sense to follow the path he's paved before you."

"Considering all you've told me, I'd say you and I were the ones who actually got you as far as you've come." Tar'eon mused and Enver barked a sharp laugh, the sound more biting than humorous this time.

"I would not have met you again if not for Bane. I would not have lived to see all of our plans come to fruition if not for him." Enver clasped his hands together and came to stand at the railing, his eyes searching the darkness of the horizon. "You may have no love left for your Father, but Bane has my devotion until the end of my days. He was the God who answered when no other would. I was destined to be his Chosen."

“‘Again’? Are you saying Bane organised our meeting at the coronation?” Enver shook his head and grinned.

“We’ve known each other since we were children, Tir’yal. It’s why I have the reserved right to call you by that name, amongst other reasons. I was there before your Father even called upon you…” He seemed to be reminiscing from the shine in his eyes. “I barely remember that far back myself. I was young when we parted. When I returned to Baldur’s Gate, you were already in service to Bhaal I would assume. Your childhood home was nothing but a haunted house.” He chuckled. “Your foster family were sacrificed for Bhaal’s love. I had not yet been Chosen by Bane, so we lived separate lives well into our twenties before I was finally given the honour. I had worshipped diligently, but one must prove themselves worthy if they want to be empowered by a God. It took a decade of blood, sweat and tears for Bane to finally proclaim me as his. Shortly after, fate drew us together again. Almost two decades apart…you hadn’t the scarcest clue to who I was, but I remembered you. I don’t think I would have bothered with partnering together in our first heist if I hadn’t. You were quite arrogant. Though, being a pureblooded Bhaalspawn…Who could blame you for turning your nose up at the Chosen of Bane, your Fathers sworn foe?”

“When you said we had history, you meant it, huh?” Tar’eon couldn’t fathom it. “Did I…I really killed my foster family? For Bhaal?” To think he had a family once…a family who loved him, he'd like to think. He spilt their blood for a God, for his true Father, and he suddenly felt sick. The more he knew of himself, the more impossible if felt to crawl out of the hole he’d dug, unable to be purified by the grace of the sunlight. Unable to be redeemed, or reborn.

“You did. You lived in the house across the wall, opposite mine. Your father brought shoes from us often because you grew much faster than your brother.” He chuckled. “A tiefling adopted by a family of elves. It was an amusing sight in the markets. You always had your nose in a book. You didn’t spare any adult respect that wasn’t earned. You hated my parents with a passion, and always insisted I make your shoes for you despite the fact that I was an awful cobbler. I hated working with leather, but metal? That was my calling. You enjoyed wearing steel boots worthy of a knight. You said it made it easier to squish rats in the street, and easier to clean too.”

“I sound…awful." A sadistic child, was that really who he'd been? Rotten from the start? Or had it been Bhaal's influence, even back then? "It sounds almost like I bullied you as a child.”

“You were the only one who saw my genius, who understood my view of the world. The other children simply didn't understand us. Or, I suppose they feared you." Enver shrugged with a thoughtful expression. Tar'eon noted the distinction between 'us' and 'you'. The children hadn't feared Enver. He didn't have many friends before him, did he? Had he been his first? "You having a blunt exterior was a price I had to pay to have someone to watch my back when I pickpocketed merchants.”

“We were troublemakers then?”

“We were kids. Your brother was the opposite of you, so you two clashed a lot. Ever the sensible soul, he was, saying I was an awful influence. It only made sense that you would hang out with me instead. We were both bad influences, after all. He couldn't blame only me.” He chuckled.

“I wish I could remember…” Tar’eon sighed. “So Bane reunited us when he made you his Chosen?”

“He got me to Baldur’s Gate. He got me home. Making me his Chosen simply increased my chances of seeing you again.”

“Where were you between the time you left and the time you came back?” Tar’eon asked and Enver was quiet. Tar'eon had some ideas, but they didn't really make sense to him.

“Where I was holds no relevance to our past together. The important part is that I returned. And it was all thanks to Bane. He has given me the ability to take everything I could ever desire.”

"And you want for nothing else?"

"I am close to having everything I've ever wished for. There is nothing else I could want." Enver shrugged one shoulder and smiled. He seemed to believe it. His devotion to Bane was true. He both worshipped him like a saviour yet acknowledged the transactional relationship they had. Tar'eon wondered if he'd ever been so devoted to Bhaal, his own Father. He grimaced and leaned against the railing, his elbow brushing Envers.

"You offered to share your kingdom with me. Not very tyrannical of you." Tar'eon mused.

"It took some convincing...but Bane came to see the benefits of our union once we had the crown."

"Bhaal doesn't extend the same regard to you, I'm afraid." He may not want to kill him, and the Urge may not feel insistent about the matter of his blood spilling the floor, but he knew it desired it deep down. To make him a pretty corpse one day. To be the one he gasped his final breathe before, to be the last thing reflected in those shiny dark eyes.

"Oh yes. I was to be your final kill, wasn't I? You used to tell me you'd kill me slowly...so we could breathe our final breaths together."

"That's...so fucked up." And oddly romantic, honestly. In a devastatingly morbid way. "Were you really going to let me do that? Kill you?"

"Well, I had intended to convince you to rule with me for a while. Work our way through each city, each continent; there's so many places to see, so much land conquer and admire...eventually, when the world was finally empty of any other soul, I would have laid on your Fathers altar and died with you." There wasn't a single ounce of deceit in his tone, and it made his stomach flip.

"That's..." Tar'eon stared at Enver with wide eyes, unsure what to say. "I don't know what to say to that."

"It's not as if it matters now. You intend to reject Bhaal and his plans of sacrificing every soul. You've killed an Avatar of Myrkul who now lacks a Chosen. There is a clear path before us both." Enver gestured outwards, the faintest light coming out from the horizon. A lighthouse.

"And what path is that?"

"The path we walk together." He offered his hand to the tiefling with a small smile, something fond in his gaze. "Blessed by Bane, we can take Toril as our own with the elder brain under our control. You can be the just and fair king to the people...and I can be the tyrant needed to keep the peace. Marvellous, is it not? Imagine it. A world in our image. Or, Bane's I suppose, but it's all the same."

Tar'eon stared at his hand. If he could remember the past, perhaps he would agree. But he couldn't. He didn't want that life anymore. He shook his head softly and Enver dropped his hand with a downturn to the left corner of his lip.

"So I'm to clean up your messes to the rest of my life? If that what you suggest?"

"I'd make it worth your while." Enver smirked before shaking his head. "You may deny yourself now, but one day...You'll see. When you're at the top of the world, you're the one making the rules. You could change the world for the better. Or the worst. Whatever you desire." Enver didn't seem to care either way, as long as he was at his side.

"Being a king, above everyone else, it sounds like a lonely life to me."

"You won't be alone." Enver reminded with a soft smile. "Your home will be a palace, your people your pets, your advisers your confidants...and you will have me to share the burdens and delights of our ruling with."

"I'd rather a modest home with animals as pets and a partner to share the burdens and delights of life with." Tar'eon crossed his arms. "I don't want power, Enver. I simply want to live my life as my own. That's why I'm rejecting Bhaal. It's why I'm killing Orin. It's why I will stop the elder brain and remove the tadpole from my skull. I told you. I'd rather die a free man than have other people in my head."

"Not many can be given the offer of a lifetime and turn it down so swiftly." Enver chuckled, but it was a terse one. "I really can't convince you, can I?"

"You may speak with the same silver tongue of a devil, but I have bested a God and intend to best another. I am no longer Bhaal's puppet or his devoted son. I am my own man, or...I intend to be. Which means I choose my own path. My own desires."

"And what do you desire?" Enver actually sounded curious rather than mocking.

"I..." Tar'eon licked his lips. "I want to travel. Settle down. I want a home. A-a family. A real one. I want kids and pets and to not fear harm will come upon us. I want to be strong enough to protect what's mine. I...I want love." He smiled softly, thinking of Astarion's soft red eyes. Of the sunlight gracing his white curls and his fanged smile. "I want to heal my friends of their wounds and watch them live the lives they deserved but never got."

"...You really have gone soft. Entirely. It's like there's nothing of you left."

"Maybe that's all he wanted too, and you just didn't know it. Or he couldn't accept it himself. After all, this is still the same body, the same mind, if a bit battered." He thought back to the note he found in the colony. At the time, he'd thought nothing of it. "...I think he loved you. He just didn't know how to show it properly."

"Don't pretend to know us - It may have been you, but you don't remember yourself the way I do." Enver scowled.

"I remember the feeling though." Tar'eon reached out and Enver stepped back, eyes searching him for possible danger. Tar'eon reached further and Enver didn't move this time, allowing the larger man to take his hand gently in his, pressing his palm to his chest. To his rapidly beating heart. "My heart still reacts to you, even though I should despise you. You've ruined countless lives, you've had me kill people for your own gain, and you've attacked myself and my lover in the span of a single day. I should hate you."

"And yet...?"

"I can't bring myself to. And I hate myself for it." Tar'eon let go of his hand but Enver didn't remove it, his golden talons pinching the skin of his chest. "He must have loved you a lot. I'm almost sorry Orin scrambled my brain. I think you two needed each other to be human, rather than the favourite of hateful Gods."

"You know nothing of how we were." Enver breathed bitterly, almost a hiss, his claws only digging in deeper. Tar'eon didn't flinch away.

"I know what devotion feels like though. I know what love against all odds is like. I know the feeling of duty coming before the heart, of struggling against it. I speak the truth when I tell you he loved you. He still loves you. Somewhere in my brain, he's there, even if I can't find him. You are loved, Enver."

Enver snatched his hand away, leaving behind a small tear in the fabric of his shirt.

"You may think you know love, Tir’yal, because of this dalliance with that fanged friend of yours, but I assure you — it is infatuation at best. You’ve known each other how long? Weeks? Love is not made in weeks, my friend.” He chuckled, but it lacked humour. “That is simply a notion woven into fairytales so children have something to look forward to in the mundane life of adulthood. Love is not even a priority in any successful relationship, I assure you. I doubt it truly exists for those with more than half a brain. What is real, what does work, is trust. Respect. The ability to compromise on things you wouldn’t dare change if anyone else asked. Love is sacrificing. It leaves one vulnerable. And that makes it a weakness you and I never dared to allow. Your mind is muddled beyond comprehension, Tir’yal. All your body is feeling is the physical affects of lust, my dearest. A rapid heartbeat is not a reason to become poetic.”

“Did we not share all of those things?” Tar’eon looked at his torn shirt and clicked his tongue. He’d have to get Astarion to mend it for him. He supposed he’d have to return eventually after all. They’d have to talk about everything…properly this time. “Trust, respect, compromise…”

“Perhaps. We were partners after all, in many senses.” He picked lint off the lapel of his robes, or attempted to. There was no lint to pick. Tar’eon wondered if that was a subconscious habit like his tail. To make his attire impeccable, to seem uncaring about it when perhaps he did care. About a lot of things. “But neither of us could afford to make each other our ‘one and only’s’. We, after all, are Chosens. The only 'love' we can offer is to our Gods.”

“Is that what he told you?”

“It’s something we agreed on.” There was something soft in his tone, and Tar’eon was sure he would have missed it if his voice wasn’t so familiar to his ears even without the memory of it. He had the blueprints, but no manual. It was quite frustrating. Enver turned his gaze out to the lighthouse in the distance, and for a moment, Tar’eon thought he could see someone younger before him. Someone with longer hair, someone who wore white compared to black, lacking a shadow-y stubble and who’s under eyes weren’t so dark.

With only the moon to light him, he thought he saw the lover of Tir’yal, rather than the man before Tar’eon. As awful as his past self had been, he mourned for his sake. They may not have spoken the words out loud…but there had been love there. Their own twisted yet almost pure version of it. As pure as a bloodstained kiss could be; and from his experience, a bloody kiss could feel angelic.

“I’m sorry. That he never told you he loved you. You deserved to hear it. I think everybody does, at least once."

“You barely know me.” Enver scoffed. “Not this new version of you at least.” He gestured to the tiefling before him. He was familiar in the right ways, a spitting image of his lover, but all that had been between them was a mystery to him. He still had the same brilliant mind, always had the right words to make his tongue looser than he liked…but he was fractured. Turned inside out. The man before him wasn’t the same as the one he had near worshipped on the same level as Bane. The one he had trusted and respected above all others. The only one who understood, who knew he didn't want sweet words when he woke from nightmares, who knew when it was time to drag him to bed, who knew when he hadn't eaten all day, and never judged him for it, simply praising his dedication and making dinner for two, stealthily moving papers out of reach and taking up the space on his desk so he would finally take a break.

Enver wasn't one to focus on the past, he was always looking to the future, but he found it was near impossible not to focus on the past when that's where his Tir'yal was. Where his first friend and true equal lived. The man before him was a mere shadow of his former self, and he couldn't let go of what had been his. He knew he was in there, somewhere. If he simply waited, if he was patient like he'd been with Bane all those years ago, perhaps he'd return to his side eventually. By the Gods, he was actually willing to wait if only to have him back by his side.

“If you did know me, now, I don’t think you’d agree.” Bane had granted him the power to escape the House of Hope, had ordered all living souls be dedicated to him once Bhaal had his slice of death and blood. But he knew Tir’yal was the reason he was here now. Without his help, without their combined brilliance, he never would have made it out of their heist to take the Crown to begin with.

It had been his hand that pulled him out of Avernus when he thought he’d be trapped there again. Not even Bane’s hand had been extended to him in such a way. A God could rarely intervene with mortals after all; that’s why they had to do this. They were the Chosen who could meddle in human affairs. This was the only path where both of them could stay together, under Bane's blessing. Tar'eon could reject Bhaal, could lose his status as Chosen, and Enver would still gladly rule with him. He knew deep down, the man was not weak in the slightest, even if he had softened in some ways. All he needed was the guidance that would return him to where he belonged.

“Perhaps. Our guardians, our tormentors…Our Gods. They form us. They shape us in their images. I’ve seen it - I’ve experienced it.” He thought to Astarion who had been beneath Cazador’s thumb for two hundred years, to Wyll who was leashed to Mizora for seven, Gale forced to be a human bomb by his Goddess and Shadowheart being mislead by a religion that kidnapped her away from her true family. To Aylin who had been trapped, to Isobel who had been killed and brought back, to Karlach who served Hell for a decade, and Lae’zel who had been deceived by her Goddess her whole life. Each and every one of them had had their worlds turned upside down by another. It wasn’t fair to any of them.

He was fathered by the God of Murder. Yet they were all turning their lives around. Starting over. For the better. He wanted to do the same. He wanted everyone to have that chance.

“Yet, we can still break free of their grasp. We can still mould ourselves into a new image. I’ve seen and experienced that too. There is never a point of no return. Not to me.” Tar’eon turned back to the sea, breathing deeply in the salt and fish. There couldn't be a point of no return, or he'd never be able to turn away from his own bloody past. “I will regain control over my own life. I refuse to bend the knee to my Father and be his slayer. I will break away from him and create my own path. What I will do with it, I’m not sure. But I have many ideas.”

Enver was quiet a moment longer than he needed to be before his lip quirked into almost a smile.

“You tell me far too much, considering the advantage I already have. You are far too trusting. Or perhaps, you are simply naive now.”

“I don’t feel the need to lie to you. You’re as familiar as the scars on my back — I know they are there, I can feel them and I trust their placement, even if I cannot see them. Even if they may look different in a mirror compared to in my mind.”

“I’d say I know the scars on your back better than anyone else.” Enver smirked.

“Perhaps. Maybe that’s why I can trust you not to stab me in the back and add to them, with all I tell you.”

“An unwise use of trust, my dearest.” There was a strange note of approval in his tone. Like he wouldn't usually approve of such a decision, but there was something special about this moment that allowed him to agree with the choice. Like this was an exception rather than the rule for him.

“It’s worked for me so far.” Tar’eon grinned, feeling a little silly if he was honest. Enver was right. He was being reckless. He was speaking with too loose a tongue despite being completely sober. He should be careful around the man, but it was hard to remember that when they spoke in this bubble of solitude, shrouded by the night. They were simply two old friends catching up, even though they both knew it was far more complicated than that. “You’re right. I should hold my tongue around you.”

“Don’t you dare. It’s far too entertaining to watch you give yourself away.” Enver gave a throaty laugh, shaking his head and tapping his cane to the wooden boards. “I’m unable to harm you anyway. That was the rule, was it not? We’re unable to harm each other. We made a vow.”

“My arm tells a different story.” Tar’eon mused, showing off the bandaged forearm.

“Yes, well, I did apologise for that, did I not? It was simple precaution, for my own safety. We can’t have the new Archduke dead on his first day. It would send the people into a panic.” He waved the mere idea off and Tar’eon smiled softly.

“I’ve heard people talking about you in the streets. Mixed reviews. But those who speak highly of you — they do not hold back any sentiments. Half of this city adores you.”

“As they should. I’m keeping this city safe from the evil that plagues its borders.” Enver mused.

“Have you ever considered how rewarding it would be to actually do good by people?” Tar’eon offered and Enver laughed.

“Do you know how most heroes lives end in history? Horribly.”

“So do most villains, I'd argue."

“Perhaps. But I’d rather have the satisfaction of knowing I’ve earned my place on top, without even breaking a sweat. Well…unless you count the sweat I broke on top of the fine wives of other Lords.” His words were shameless, his grin nothing short of sleazy, and Tar’eon made a small sound of disgust.

“I don’t want to know.”

“Please, you’ve watched more times than you probably should have.” Enver sounded far too pleased as the tiefling wrinkled his nose, ignoring the heat in his cheeks.

“I take it neither of us were the jealous type.” Tar’eon noted in a slight drawl.

“We didn’t need to be. We knew no one else would compare outside the sack. So who cared what we did in it, together or otherwise?” Enver shrugged, his eyes twinkling with something mischievous. “It’s quite late. Even the taverns will be closing at this hour.”

“That’s too bad. Having a drink with the Archduke would have been an honour.” Tar’eon wasn’t very good at sarcasm in his personal opinion, his voice too rough and blunt to manage it, but Enver seemed to hear it, because he chuckled.

“The establishments may be shelving their stock for the night, but my shelves do not adhere to standard operating hours.” Enver chuckled. “I’d be happy to share if you feel like baring anything else to me tonight.” Tar’eon could feel his murky eyes running down his body and his heart thumped a touch harder, trying to ignore the tickle of heat low in his belly.

“You are...incorrigible.” Tar’eon shook his head and huffed softly. “I’ve already told you I have a lover, Enver.”

“Ah, yes, he - unlike us - does seem the jealous type. How unfortunate. If things change, do let me know. Your mind may be scrambled beyond recognition, but I’m sure your head is still just as good.” Enver smirked and Tar’eon actually laughed, the sound startled out of him. He did not want to ruminate on that thought; most of his thoughts on Enver were hard to pick apart. He could never tell if his imagination was exceptional or if he was remembering something far too intimate at an inappropriate moment.

If he let his mind wander, he’d think far too much about how Enver’s cock might feel in his throat. He’d rather think of Astarions, but he was trying to be respectful of his lovers wish to be seen in a less sexual light. It was hard when he looked so gorgeous all the time; Tar’eon wanted to do many, many loving things to his body - be that sexual or sensual - until Astarion felt as holy and beautiful as Tar’eon saw him. Kiss all the moles on his face and body…trace his scars…twist his curls around his fingers while he made the vampire flush the prettiest pink. Only granted such a fine colour because of his blood.

Gods, it was hard to stay mad at the vampire for pushing his buttons. He knew he’d made Astarion antsy, he could see through his lies so easily, and knowing he was keeping secrets from him…it must have driven the elf mad. No wonder he pushed and pushed until he broke. He just wished he’d done it where they had a bit more privacy.

“You…Gods. I should head back. My companions are probably worried sick. Or sharpening their blades. Fifty-fifty.” Tar’eon shrugged and sighed, losing the attempt at a playful smile. “You’re right. It’s late. I think I’ve told you more than enough for one night. Anymore and I fear I may actually be blackmailed into sharing wine and a bed with you.”

“Dearest, when you come to be my bed, it will be most willingly, and uninebriated, I assure you. Alas, I still have much to do before dawn breaks. I cannot entertain your rambling all night." He said it like he hadn't offered him wine and company a minute ago. "You still have a traitor to find, and who knows when they’ll strike, hm?” He reminded and Tar’eons heart lurched.

He hadn’t even considered it. What if this faceless in the camp hurt someone while he was gone? What if they hurt Astarion? Shit.

“You’re right. Shit. I should hurry back. Goodnight, Enver.” Tar’eon stepped away from the railing and turned to leave, but after a few steps he paused. “I…thank you. For telling me more about my past. It means a lot to me, to hear the stories, even if I can’t remember them myself. I…I might never.”

“Let us hope you do. You might see reason to our rule again.” Enver mused, a certain superficial charm to his crooked smile.

“Then maybe it’s best I don’t.” Tar’eons words were playful, cheeky even, and Enver’s eyes sparkled at the way Tar’eon refused to bend the knee on the subject. He did quite like a challenge. Equals always challenge you in ways no other could. The superficial edge to his smile was gone. There was nothing hidden in his expression, and it warmed Tar'eons heart in a different way to before.

“May your dreams be bloody, Tir’yal.”

“May your rest by restful, rather than restless, pah rihyl.” Tar’eon responded in kind, the words falling off his tongue before he could even consider their meaning, walking away to return to camp. Enver watched after him until he disappeared, tapping the top of his cane with a soft hum, talons clinking in the quiet. He turned to his Steel Watcher and with a wave of his hand and a whispered incantation, he silenced the machines creaking and thumping, allowing it to hide within shadows.

“Make sure he doesn’t get himself killed on his way back to camp. Stay out of sight unless absolutely necessary.” He ordered and watched the rippling figure disappear. It would do him no favours if the man died before he got him Orin’s stone after all. With spawn and shifters skulking about, if only made sense to watch the tieflings back when his companions could not. He trusted his ability to fight; but anyone could be surprised. Except himself, of course.

He smoothed the collar of his robes as the winds from the sea rustled through his hair, flapping the end of his robe like a ships flag. He glanced out to the ocean, to the lighthouse in the distance and took in a deep breath.

One day, he’d own a castle of his own on the rocks of the sea, so he could leave a window open and feel its breeze every day as he scribbled legalisations. It sounded like the closest thing to peace he could ever imagine for himself. He did wonder idly, if that castle would be as achingly empty as the fortress he called home, if his bed would remain cold like it had for months now. It was a thought that was quickly dismissed, making his way home, back turned to the sea and the moonlight, walking amongst the shadows like all liars and thieves did.

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mooncalfe-art · 1 year ago

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Ok. Soo...got to read 142..twice even, just becose I could not believe what I was seeing.

Pretty much, evrything about the turtles gone more or less as expected. Yhea. The "fight" at the start between Raph and Alopex was something...tho, he soo was not serious about the fact he dose not care about her. After all. When I say I don't care about a person ,I don't usually go in their aid, when they are half ded on the floor, looking worried sick. Just saying. Glad to see Don and Leo got their shite together and that Don did finally spoken about Armaggon..even if was a little little bit. Interesting to see how that gose at the end of the arc, seeing what 145 SAYS. Sad to see Lita being traumatized by the fight between the boys, tho, have to respect April for how sick of their shite she was after that and for her and Mikey to get the little one out of there. Blugen and Koya were unexpected tbh, but, was a nice surprise. Even seem to be ok whit Carmen and Bob comeing along.. which, knowing Koya...is quite something ( seeing how "friendly" she can be whit strangers usually. ) . Also. Nice seeing Angel working whit the turtles ones more and for her traying to be like a common ground for her 2 mutant friends...

Now tho. Speaking of that... I talk about how that first meeting between Alopex and Raph happened and how it was more or less what I expected...but..what happened next whit Alopex and especially Mushroom...I am sorry. But, that has to be my biggest negativity about everything that happened.

Alopex being half ded and Mushroom becoming mind controlled by that useless piece of trash called Doc.Barlow was something that made my stomach turn. Yes. Alopex is alive. Not too big of a problem...hell..could have been worse...but seeing Mushroom like this!

Absolutely horrific. She is just a kid! Barlow made many mistakes in his miserable excuse for a life ...but this has gone waaaay too far.

I just can't bring myself to picture a fight between Alopex or the little ones whit Mushroom like this. What ever happens to her, I can only wish she will not suffer forever from this . Now, Alopex has as much of a reson to want this shite face ded as Venus dose at this point tbh...If not more!. And me along whit a lot more fans would not mind to see Doc Barlow justice to come in the form of the hell flames !

Again. No idea how this maithe play out in the end and how it maithe go later on...but this made my blood boils with rage . This will become a core memory for Alopex after this. I just know it. She needs the help, more so then ever befor. Just hope it will not be too late and that she will at least show some thanks to the turtles..cuz, if not, especially after this stunt ,she would not look good at all in the eyes of no one tbh. Just saying. Would be somewhat of a stat at least.

Now. For my last questions. How did that Doc get back the parts to form that abomination?

Way dose he like those 2 ugly sins of nature that much, to still use them after they shude have been long gone by now.

And still no idea what in hells name are those 2 demons...tho, I think that maithe be explained in the next issue.

Night terrors, hmm?.. They have to had spawn from somewhere...

Also. Leatherhead is MVP. He saved my girl. For that alone, I wana see him make it out alive!

That would be it. I know is a lot and I am sorry for that..but, this issue was quite something. I am intrigued for what's to come and I think this was a very interesting ...just..it made me feel in a way that no comic made me feel befor. Even from this series.

Sorry if I let myself go whit the Doc Barlow... I just want him ded.

PS. Love how we have pretty much 3 teams going for Barlow.

Doni whit Leo along whit Venus and the rest of her team. Raph, Jeny, Angel, Alopex ( ones she feels good inof to even talk ) and the little ones . And Mikey whit April and Mona, traying to get to the bottom of the situation . I did like that a lot. Ngl.

Now. Just need to burn a Doc to the ground for good this time.😈 ( you are not the only one that is blood thirsty.).

Thanks for reading, as always!! I'm glad this issue got you so riled up, mwahaha. >:D

I can't reveal what will happen to Mushroom, Leatherhead, or Barlow, you'll have to wait and see. ;)

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"Serxie, I did it!" Ishaq proclaimed as he shoved Serxio's office doors open, Mari and Alicia following right behind. "I fixed your little conundrum! What, I must've recovered at least 80% of your original audience."

Serxio leaned over his desk, dabbing a warm damp cloth on his head. This would always help him calm down, though he didn't give Ishaq anything more than a glance. "Oh really," he said with a deep sigh.

Ishaq patted Serxio on his back, "Don't let that Pablo guy get to you, Serxie."

Serxio stood up, straightened his tie, and finally turned to face this well-meaning but intruding crowd. "Frankly, I don't give a damn what that kid said. He likely went to a community college, so his opinion does not matter."

Mari raised her hand slightly "Isn't this place sort of like a Community Colleg-" Alicia nudged Mari, indicating for her to stop.

Serxio finally got a good look at Mari, "Well well, glad to see we're getting new faces here. You were the young miss curious about the whereabouts of my accent, yes?"

Mari looked down at the floor "Uhm, ye"

Serxio gave a smile "Well, I'm glad we're getting such curious minds here at our fine facilities." He walked over to lead Mari and Alicia out, "Ms. Lopez, won't you be a dear and give our new student a tour of the-" Right as he got within a meter of Mari and Alicia, Galleta jumped in front of them, baring her fangs at Serxio. So I guess this dog does have a spine, Mari thought to herself. "Ms. Lopez, I thought I told you to keep your canine on a tight collar." Serxio said under his teeth, leaning away from Galleta.

"Mr. Donis, you know what I think of leashes. But yes, I'll take Galleta out." Alicia called Galleta over, and the dog reluctantly listened. "Are you ready for our tour?" Alicia asked Mari with a cheery smile.

"Ooh, I wanna go!" Ishaq proclaimed with the gleeful disposition of a child. As Ishaq stomped over, Serxio gripped Ishaq's arm. "...Woah, Serxie, have you been hitting the gym? Your grip is getting stronger..."

"You have more important matters to deal with than leading a single student around, Ms. Lopez can handle this. Stay in my office a spell, I have something to discuss."

Ishaq waved to Alicia and Mari, "Well, don't have too much fun without me!" Alicia and Mari closed the door behind them.

"...What was that 'bout?" Mari asked

"I'm not sure. I know Mr. Donis can be pretty tough with Mr.Didar, but I don't know what he could've possibly done. He saved the entire thing!...It's probably nothing, nothing we should worry about at least..." Alicia stared forward. "...Anyway, let's get on with our tour!" She said to cheer them up "March on!"

Alicia ran forward with Galleta and Mari struggling to keep up with her pace.

****

"So this is the Cafeteria! Not really anyone here now, but it's the best! We offer mainly Vegetarian and Vegan options! The lady here makes the best Ambrosia ever! Nectar of the Gods!" Alicia yelled in this large liminal room.

"I don't think I could last long here with just Vegetarian, you guys have any burgers or anything?"

"I mean, there's a McDonalds near here. Oh! But there's this really great Mexican place I should take you to after your first day here!"

"Yeah, actually, about that" Mari said, still unsure about whether or not to stay. She could only think of what her Father might say

"Oh, and after you're done eating here, there's the Gym not that far from here! Just go down the hall." Alicia lead Mari down the hallway. Peaking into the small but humble Gym room, there were a couple of treadmills aiming toward a large window looking out onto the front of the school, and it's park like scene. A wall for weights against a mirror, a single bench aimed toward the mirror, and a check-in desk. The room feels no bigger than your average office.

"Oh, uh, cool I guess"

"I take Galleta here so she can use the treadmills, watch." Alicia turned on one of the treadmills and Galleta jumped on, running her heart out at 20 mphs.

"Uhm, are you sure that's good for her?"

"Oh yeah, totally. Greyhounds are fast, this is nothing to her."

"But why not take her for a run?"

"I'm sure I couldn't keep up."

Mari thinks back to how fast Alicia was running earlier. "Uhm, sure"

"Oh, there's also a Basketball court in a separate building! We're not using it much, but I've been talking with Donis and he says we might come up with a team for ourselves!"

"A team?"

"Yeah! I was even brainstorming names with him! I was thinking 'The Secretary birds.'"

"...Secretary birds?"

"Yeah! Secretary birds are so cool! They walk so elegantly, which I think perfectly captures what we're going for with this Campus! But they're also birds of prey, so they're really fierce. I think they would make a good image for us. Refined, but not a pushover. Oh, and they have really strong kicks, so that would be very fitting as well!"

"...What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, for when the players kick the Basketball."

"....You...You don't kick a Basketba-"

Suddenly Galleta slipped off of the treadmill. "Oh my God!" Alicia rushed to Galleta, leaning down. "Galleta, are you ok?! You wore yourself out again!" Somehow, Mari suspected that Galleta couldn't keep up with that treadmill.

Galleta picked herself up, and with wobbling knees, simply walked up to Alicia, looking up as if to try to reassure her. "Don't overdo it again, alright?" Alicia lightly scolded.

"Uhm, sorry Galleta" Mari stated, not quite knowing what to say. She couldn't help but think about how Alicia said 'again'

"Well, now that you've got all of that extra energy out, let's just go for a brisk walk, ok?" Alicia said to Galleta, but also inviting Mari to follow.

As the tour continued, there wasn't much else of interest. A few extra classrooms and the basketball court wasn't even that big. As Mari took in these subpar sights, she thought to herself...Yeah, SCCA Secretaries sounds about right...

****

Alicia lead Mari to a large building. Mari was surprised, this building was bigger than the main campus. Walking into it, Alicia put on her best presenter personality "And this is where the magic happens!" Alicia put on her lab coat. "Now think of this as an exclusive peak, not that many people get to see this place." Alicia said, with a sly grin, as if to seem cooler.

"Actually, last semester 20 different people passed through here in one day." Ishaq appeared as if out of thin air.

"Ahh! Mr. Didar! I didn't think you and Donis would be done so soon!" Alicia was shook by Ishaq's little jumpscare. Galleta even more, trembling behind Alicia's legs.

"Ah, Serxie just wanted to talk about work, and vent a little bit. I'm kind of that guy's only friend, or at least the only one willing to put up with him for so long." He laughed. "So you guys finished your tour?"

"Yeah! I showed her everything this place has to offer! Including the Gym."

"Ew. Kid word of advice." Ishaq said leaning in a half whispered tone. "Don't go to that spot, there's a really good community gym just a 30 minute drive from here. $20 a month, but you still get more equipment than that shabby place."

"Ah! Come on Mr. Didar! It isn't that bad! And besides, they added it at your request!"

"Yeah, but these cheap bastards weren't willing to shell out for just a few bits of extra equipment. That place also just gives me the creeps, it's in the most secluded part of the building, and have you seen the lady at the front? She always gives me the most haunting glare whenever I pass through." Ishaq shivered.

"Well don't say this to Mari, I'm trying to convince her to live on campus!"

"Oh cool, glad to have you around kid." Ishaq took off his glove and extended his hand for a handshake.

"Oh, uhm, yeah" Mari shook Ishaq's hand, but then got a weird tickling feeling on her palm. Surprised, not knowing what it could be, Mari quickly pulled her hand away.

"Hah! Classic eyelash prank." Ishaq pointed to the eye on his right palm.

"Mr. Didar, stop!" Alicia punched Ishaq in his shoulder, but he couldn't help but keel over laughing. "Mari, I'm sorry about him!"

"Nah, it's cool. Just felt a little weird" Mari moved her hand in a gripping motion, trying to get the lingering feeling out

Ishaq wiped a tear from his eye. "Hah! Sorry about that, it's all in good fun. So you wanted to check out the lab, right?"

"Uhm, yeah, I guess that's what Alicia was gonna show me."

"Alright, well I can show you around!" Ishaq proclaimed, happy to finally be apart of the tour. Leading them through the first half, there's a bunch of beakers, and everything that you would imagine in your average school laboratory, but then Ishaq lead them to the main part. "And this is where the magic happens!"

"Hey, you stole that line from me!" Alicia huffed.

"Yeah, but I said it better." Ishaq looked back at her with grin, but then quickly got back into his presenter attitude. "Word to the wise, don't touch this machine, or that, or this, or that, or these, aaaaaaaaaand, don't breathe in this general area because this is Königsburg's half of the lab. She would kill us both if she ever saw us here...but she's not here so!" Ishaq started poking random objects in Heike's workspace.

"Huh, is Königsburg really that bitchy?" Mari asked bluntly

"Buddy, you have NO clue!" Ishaq said while almost dropping one of the objects on Heike's worktable.

"Don't listen to him Mari, I think Ms. Königsburg can be quite reasonable. You just have to not frustrate her like Mr. Didar over here." She glared at Ishaq while he scrambled to pick up some more objects he dropped on the ground.

"Hey, let's not say her name a fourth time, she might manifest like Beetlejuice. Anyway, let me take you to my part of the lab, the part I can actually explain, because..." Ishaq held a weird spiky device in his hands. "...I can't explain to you what she meant by half of these." He looked at the device, concerned.

****

Leading them over to his side of the lab, there was a bunch of half open and bookmarked books littered around it. Against the wall is a large habitat, with plants growing out of it. A large sun lamp sat over it, brightly illuminating their faces. "And this is my current magnum opus!" He waved his hand over the plant, treating it like a holy object.

"Uhm...your plant collection?" Mari was genuinely confused

"It appears so on the surface, but within the plants themselves, something deeper is going on. Take a look." He motioned Mari to get closer. Mari didn't know what was so impressive, but she walked up anyway, sticking her fingers on the leaves. "No, not the leaves. The real gold is what's under them." Mari lifts up the leaves but still sees nothing.

"Uhm, Mr. Didar, could you not have Mari touch it, she probably won't-" Alicia's warning came late, as Mari jerked her hand back.

"EW EW EW EW, What was that feeling?!" Mari yells.

"That, kid, was the stem of this revolutionary creation. Project Guarana!"

"It felt like skin!" Mari got chills thinking about the feeling

Alicia crossed her arms and sighed. "Yeah, Mr. Didar, I was about to say, maybe stop having Mari touch your weird things."

Didar paused. "Ok, that just makes me sound terrible, maybe word that better." He quickly regained his cheery disposition though. "But anyway, this grandiose greenery is going to grow into something life-changing. So to start-"

Alicia set her hand on Ishaq's shoulder. "Mr.Didar, maybe we shouldn't tell her. Like, I almost did, and-"

"Ah, you don't know how to patent anything! Right kid?" Ishaq gestured to Mari.

"Uhm, I didn't even hear it the first time"

"Well that's all the Association worries about. Unless you're a double agent, which let's be honest, you don't look like you ever could be!" Mari didn't know whether or not she should have felt insulted by that. "Then I don't think we have anything to worry about. So" Ishaq clapped his hands "Ow." Ishaq forgot about the eyes on his palms. "To start off, this all came to me in a grand premonition one day, after my fateful trip to Procyon labs! Top secret lab in the Amazon, I'm probably not even supposed to say it's name." The people here seemed really bad at keeping secrets, Mari thought. "Director Marlucia, fantastic lady, you should meet her sometime. She invited me to Procyon to work with her on something. Sadly I didn't get to take in the sights. I asked her how far of a walk to Christ the Redeemer, and she just gave me this look that she gives everyone. Kinda like-"

"Maybe get back on point Mr. Didar." Alicia groaned.

"Oh, right! So anyway, she showed me this plant called the Guarana plant. They're so cool! They even have this little drink over there made out of it. There's this whole story behind it too, they're made out of the eyes of this kid-"

Alicia tapped him with the back of her hand. "Mr. Didar, just get to the point."

Mari actually wanted to know that part of the story. That sounds metal though, she thought

Ishaq sighed. "Ugh, alright, but you're taking the fun out of explaining this for me. So anyway, the plants grow these little eyeball things. Here, I have one right-" He scrambled through the huge sea of potted plants he had on another side of his workspace. "Here!" He pulled out a bunch of the Guarana, handing it to Mari.

"Oh, these look cool" Mari stated, picking one off

Ishaq was having so much fun explaining all of this. "I know! Right? So that's when my divine inspiration came! I've dedicated my entire life to the research of sight, as you've seen, because-"

Mari cut in. "Yeah, I heard your story out there like everyone else"

"Kids these days don't enjoy a good ramble anymore. Well anyway, yes, I was cured by the late great Doctor Warren Sterner, and that is what set me on my path to today! The culmination of my craft, and all of my gained knowledge so far. I present to you!" Ishaq reached into his pocket and handed Mari something, dropping it into her palm.

Mari examined it, and it simply looked like any other Guarana fruit from before. "Mr. Didar!" Alicia yelled, as Mari finally noticed what was different with it. She realized when she squished it that this was an actual eye, blood slightly spurting out of the other end. Mari dropped it in panic, falling backward on the floor, with Ishaq falling on his stomach as he proceeded to get all the joy he could out of the situation, even as Alicia kept kicking him for his transgression.

Mari couldn't believe what she just touched, the feeling of it was like it was ready to give in fully to the pressure of her fingertips. She didn't even want to imagine what it would've felt like for it to crush in her hand.

"Mr. Didar, I really can't believe you!" Alicia said, giving him one more kick.

Ishaq was laughing so hard, he had to take off his gloves to wipe the tears coming from his palms. "Ah, fun stuff. Anyway, it's just all in good fun. I mean, she's gonna have to get used to my little pranks around here if she's gonna be working with us."

"Working with us?" Alicia asked, confused.

"Work with you?" Mari asked doubly confused

"I mean, yeah. That's why you brought her here, right? To introduce her to our internship program. I mean, otherwise you just led a stranger into our "top secret lab," and the association wouldn't like that." He teased.

"This isn't top secret, like, 20 people passed through here in one day last semester." Alicia huffed.

"See! Now you admit it! Now that you're not trying to impress your new friend." Ishaq poked more at Alicia.

"Sh-shut up." Alicia said, turning her head away from him.

"Well, jokes aside kid. We could use an extra hand here since Heike is gonna be gone for quite a while. She's taking all of her vacation days, and the Association gives out good ones."

Now was as good a time as any to finally tell them. "Uhm..I'm probably not gonna go here" Mari said, looking down.

Alicia looked over at her. "What? Why? Is it because of Mr. Didar? Did he ruin it for you?! Dammit Mr. Didar! I promise you Mari, I'll keep him in check!"

"No...It's not that...I mean, I didn't like any of that, but it isn't that....I can't come here. It's just that...Alicia was the first person to talk to me in a while, and I felt really nervous about disappointing her, and then she took me to the seminar, and by then I was in too deep so I stuck around for the tour, and now I'm here trying to get the feeling of an eyeball out of my hand" Mari said, rubbing her fingers against the floor she was sitting on.

"I...I'm sorry if I made you feel obligated...I guess that's just how I am...I didn't mean to....I guess you can go now...if you want." Alicia said turning around, Galleta sitting next to her.

"Now hold on a minute." Ishaq interjected, "Kid, what makes you think you can't come here?"

"Well, my parents would be disappointed"

"Well you're an adult now, you can make decisions for yourself."

"You don't know my parents. My Dad would get very mad at me for not going to the school of his choice"

"...You know, it's moments like this that I wish Serxie were around. He's the shrink." Ishaq sat down next to her. "My parents were the same, they sent me across the world, to different parts of the globe, just so I could be the version they wanted me to be, but....It was coming here that I realized I could be myself...When I graduated, I realized 'to hell with these people, what do they care if I'm their Golden Child.'...I think that's what you might need to do...what was your name again?"

"Mari"

"Well Mari, Let's get up on the right foot this time." Ishaq stood up, and lent a hand to help Mari stand up too. "Hello there Mari, my name's Ishaq. My special interests are eyes, which is a secret I've clearly kept well hidden. I'm hoping we can get to know each other better, and don't worry about enrollments, but stop by the lab whenever you want. I think Alicia might appreciate that, she's clearly been needing a friend whose knees don't make an audible noise when they wobble." Ishaq grinned at Alicia, but she just kept her head turned, though she was eased by Ishaq's method of keeping Mari.

Mari didn't know what to say. A lot had happened to her today, and she'd finally met people that seem interested to get to know her. Looking down at the floor, she shuffled her feet a bit. "Hi Ishaq...uhm...Wanna continue the tour?"

"Certainly, follow me further down the rabbit hole, if you dare! I'll show you the terrarium I'm making, but whatever you do, do not go into the room that says "Todesroboter."

****

Later in the day, the sun was going down, and Ishaq walked Mari and Alicia to Alicia's dorm. They were having fun laughing the day away as Ishaq recounted stories to them.

"-and then little Miriam put the band-aid on Serxies nose, and said "Thewe you go, that'ww fix you up. Twust me, I'm a Doctow. Hah! Serxie says he doesn't like kids, but I'm certain Miriam is the exception."

"Oh my God, she's the best thing ever!" Alicia said. "I can't wait for you to meet her Mari, I think you two will get along just fine!"

As they arrived at the Dorms, they appear as a small apartment complex, two floors high, with a mess of stairs they had to walk up. "Well, we're here now." Ishaq leaned himself ready to leave. "Have you made a decision yet, Mari?"

"...Yeah, I think I have"

"And what's that?" Alicia leaned in, anticipating her answer.

"I think Ishaq is right, I should probably get away from my parents...But I'm probably not gonna tell them I'm enrolling right now...maybe not ever, they're still expecting me home, and I like having a roof under my head."

"There are dorms here as you can see, just stay here." Ishaq advised.

"Oh my God, yeah! And we could be roommates!" Alicia jumped in glee.

"Well you can probably get your own room, I can't imagine you want to stay in that cramped space." Ishaq said, pointing into Alicia's abode.

Alicia glared at him, "Well the other rooms are probably going to be taken up with all of these new student."

"Nah, counting the returning students and the new ones, plus the fact that most live off campus anyway, there'll probably be plenty of rooms available for yo-" Ishaq paused as he finally notices the vicious stare Alicia had been giving him.

"Nah, I get it, I'll room with you Alicia...Actually, if I could stay the night with you right now, I don't think I could keep a secret from my parents for too long"

Alicia lit up. "Yeah! Of course!"

Ishaq got ready to wave them good bye, "Well, I see everything's working out now. Good luck with your parents, Mari."

"Yeah, and good luck with your Project Guarana. I hope it goes well"

Ishaq turned away from them, hiding the somber look on his face, "...yeah, I hope it goes well too."

Ishaq started to make his way down the winding steps, but Mari got his attention again. "Oh, Ishaq, I had something I wanted to say."

"Oh, sure, lay it on me."

"I really like your eyes, I think they look so beautiful" Alicia's eyes widen at Mari's very statement

Ishaq smiled. "Oh, thank you, but they're not mine."

"Wait, what?" Mari got pulled into Alicia's dorm room, as she closed the door

Alicia shook Mari. "Mari! What did you mean by that?!"

"I mean, his eyes are very pretty"

"I didn't know you were into older men!"

"Older?"

"He's like 36 or something, that's like, ancient! And God sakes Mari, he's gonna be your boss!"

"I mean, I'm not attracted to him"

"What kind of person says 'you have beautiful eyes' to someone like that, who they're not attracted to?"

"I dunno, I thought he was cute at first, but then he made me touch his palm eyelashes, and then he made me touch a skin plant, and an eyeball... so yeah, I kinda lost what little bit of attraction there was."

"Then...what did you mean by-"

"I dunno, I guess I only really want his eyes. Like, if I could get rid of the rest of the body, and just have the eyes, in like, a jar or something, that'd be cool"

"Whuh?"

"But then he said they're not his, so I guess I'm attracted to whoever actually owned those...I dunno, do I sound crazy?"

"...Umn, no. I mean, I guess I have some weird wants too, so I'm not one to judge, but...we really need to work on what you say, and how you say it."

"...sorry, I'll keep my mouth shut"

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Anyway! Lemme put a pad on the floor that I'll sleep on, and you can have the regular bed!"

"Oh no, I couldn't do that to you, that's your bed"

"It's fine! We'll get bunk beds or something later! You know? I always wanted to share a bunk with someone, and now I can! I call bottom bunk, only because Galleta has a fear of heights, and she sleeps with me."

"Makes sense, yeah"

"God! I'm so excited! This is the start of something great I think!"

As Mari looked at the cramp walls of Alicia's dorm, a desk, a single bed, a closet, and a small room where you can tell the bathroom goes, she couldn't help but think of how crazy today was. In one day, she finally got what she was hoping for, and more. She could've never guessed when she was walking through that park, wishing for something more, opportunity would just hit her in the face, that it would lead to the best and worst times of her life.

****

As Ishaq walked back to his car, ready to head to his next destination, Mari's words of good luck echo in his mind, reminding him of what he wanted to forget.

****

Ishaq waved goodbye to Alicia and Mari as they walk off to go on their tour. They close the door behind them, Ishaq turning to face Serxio, "So Serxie, you're doing good? That Pablo guy really didn't get to you?"

"No, this isn't about him."

Ishaq sat in a chair, his front facing toward the back of the chair, leaned on its sill. "Well if you need someone to vent to, I'm here. Like, I can see why you'd be worried. That guy didn't just embarrass you, he was ready to embarrass your employer too."

"Our employer. I find it interesting you can disassociate so easily." Serxio opened his liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass. "I will admit, his words did worry me. If what he stated was true, that he hadn't submitted his evidence yet and was just about to, I should likely warn the Directors now, but that can wait." He handed Ishaq a glass.

"You know I don't drink."

"This sort of occasion calls for something to numb the mind, and I feel that desire will hit you soon."

"Wow, I wonder what kind of news you got then?...Are you dying?"

"No, it would have to be something that would make you upset." Serxio took a sip.

"Hah! Don't worry buddy, I'll shed a tear or two from at least one eye, just for you."

"Your incessant need to belittle me doesn't keep me from feeling any less bad about this."

"...Alright, lay it on me then."

****

Ishaq slammed his fist into the wall. "Those bastards!" He leans his head near the dent he just created "....They can't do this..."

"I am just as saddened as you are my friend."

"Save your sentiment."

"My sentiment is true. I know how much this research was important to your's and Königsburg's cancer cu-"

"Heike doesn't give a damn about any cancer cure!...We just saw the correlation to Project Guarana and it's ability to replicate cells, healthy cells...this was my project not her's....and they can't just..." Ishaq sat back down, leaning forward, head down. "They can't just take it away from me..."

"They haven't fully taken it away, but very soon they will send people to take your samples you've created, along with your notes you've made so far. After that, they will hold them and within the time they have it you cannot work on anything Project Guarana related, but I assure you, once that happens, it is there's, and they will not put it back in your hands, nor will they let you look at this project again. It will likely go to a higher researcher of their choosing, maybe even one of the Directors on council."

"...I came here to do good...what's the point of going on with my career here if they're just going to bastardize what I make."

"I explained it to you."

"Well it doesn't make sense! None of this makes sense!"

"My dear Didar, you must realize the implications of being able to create parts so easily. If anybody in this country's healthcare system were to get a hold of this, they would bastardize this project more than SCCA ever could."

"I'm pretty certain I know the actual reason why. Those Black Market Organ dealer's have the SCCA in their pocket, they would never let this happen, it would destroy their business model."

"Now you're just going into conspiracy, unproven hearsay."

"...Are we really going to sit here and pretend what happened with van Niekerk didn't happen?"

"...Didar, I know you're of good moral stock, that's what I value about having you here, and that's why I'm telling you this now. So I come to you with a proposition."

"I probably know you better than anyone else, Serxie. You're getting something out of this."

"We both get something out of this." Serxio set his hand on Ishaq's shoulder. "I think your research would do well in my little... off-the-books..."

"...I know you think I'm Heike or something, but I'm not, I don't know how I could help."

"You've helped me enough as it is with what little you could tell me of her research, but I believe that by combining those notes with these notes, I can finally accomplish what I set out to achieve."

"And what do I get out of this?"

"...Be there in the facility with me, tonight, you already know where."

Ishaq smiled. "You're just trying to get me in trouble, aren't you?"

"*We* are going to get ourselves into some trouble my friend."

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Ughhjdhhshshei I miss him

Keb I miss you

Kev,,gh ,,, 💤💤💤💤💤💭💭

I love the way you talk, the way you articulate your sentences, your unique vocabulary; how your voice softens when you’re tired and I love hearing you say my name. Thats not much but it makes me feel special, why? It’s just my name! But he’s saying it, he’s saying!! It!!!! I love when you call me by those stupid nickname names, none of them even being remotely romantic but they’re funny and I can always appreciate your humor and jokes. How can I help myself! I can’t even calm my smile when I speak with you, I don’t even notice it sometimes because smiling has become my resting face when I speak with you. (which is great for my mental health but god, SMILEE LINESsss) Ohhhh and how I LOVE when I make you laugh, It fills me with this indescribable joy. Your laughter is just so, so beautiful and I want nothing more than to hear more of it. This is all so incredibly corny but I don’t think I could ever say this to him so I’ll just write it out. Guyssss, kevs normal speaking voice too is so scrumptious. Okay, listen and hear me out for a moment; when he speaks with me his voice gets a tad higher (nothing crazy but he speaks to me in this tone and doesn’t sound as tired ?)(

BUT (LET ME FINISHHHHH!!! GOSH WAIT CHAT

When he’s talking to anyone else (as I would describe, normal talking voice) his tone is more monotonous yet it sounds like he’s tired and god it’s hot. He’s probably call me a freak if I ever said that to him straight up but Jesus that man needs to know that his voice is sooooo attractive. I don’t remember if I actually did this or I dreamt it but I’m pretty sure I’ve told him on multiple occasions that’s I like his voice (?) I can’t be so sure since I speak to him during the night often and I am normally very dazed and tired during those hours so it is very hard for me to differentiate between dreams and shit that actually happened. OH GUYS LISYEN

It’s so attractive when he does this but uhm

When he tells me to continue speaking or when he encourages me to finish a phrase or sentence. Like oh my god have my kids. What …….

there’s nothing more attractive than a man listening likeee oh so you wanna get married and have three kids? ? Hahhahahah I need him.

Oooooo listen kev fans (me)

Okay when he stretches 🛐 yum, I could literally write a religion on how sexy that is

And

When he like ? Idk what’s the word, Murmurs??? Yeah, I guess? When he gets sleepy and speaks alll soft and he’s practically just murmuring all his words and i genuinely feel my heart literally about to fail because of what that does to me, like I jus tell him to not speak to me like that (I will have his babies) and he continues… to teaseeeee like mister you’re playing a very dangerous game but am I gonna stop him? No! Like, stop itttt!!! I won’t try to stop you though ❤️. OH AND WHEN HE GETS THAT WAY heeeee oh my goshshshshhs he calls my name sometimes and god it’s so attractive. Thinking about it right now makes my chest feel all funny. Im sad I didn’t get to hang with him today, if ANY gal hung out with him today I want that lucky b word to just idk I dony kneo have a good day 😕 lemme have my man tomorrow cause I miss him

Oh last time I called him right?

It was my brothers birthday (2 days ago) and I was doing my hair and some makeup since we were going out for his birthday, a simple look but I had a lot of distractions so it took a while to finish this simple ass makeup. He basically wanted to play Fortnite with me (cute, right???!) and I obviously accepted even though I was like in the middle of getting ready and we play like 3-4 rounds I can’t remember but I end up needing to leave!! (Sad but booo had to wait) and before hanging up I had to build up so much courage to call him by this stupid nickname (kevy boo) after I called him that he chucked (that sweeet laugh of his) and said bye. I honestly smiled so much after that, he didn’t call me nothin back but that didn’t matter! His reaction alone made me smile and I wanted to just blab to my whole family about how I called him that silly name. It wasn’t a big deal but I was happy I did it.

It honestly takes a lot of courage for me to do anything like that, I mean if we were dating I wouldn’t have such a hard time since oh he’s mine it’s okay but WERE not a thing so ofc I have to do mental gymnastics when I do something as simple as calling him a dumb nickname!

Oh and omg guysss that same day right? He went to go eat and I was just sitting, doing my makeup watching YouTube and talking to my older cousin and thw topic of him came up! And I was like oh yeah btw he’s just eating rn, i wish that was me and it was funny since we both looked at eachother flabbergasted.

But I’m mentioning this lil interaction cause moments after my cousin leaves to go do something downstairs so I’m just doing my makeup and watching my video and ooh! Kevs back and he says hey guys what are we talking about and his voice sounded …. Idk how to describe his tone but HE KNEW SOMETHING and I didn’t want to admit to saying some odd stuff just because i thought his tone was suspicious so I come up with some bullshit, I stutter like crazy and make myself look dumb. He probably knew i was lying cause it’s really hard for me to just lie to him, I mean I can lie but when it comes to him it’s hard to make it not obvious. Like I just fold

Oh I’ve folded a ton speaking to him

Because I find his voice so alluring and attractive i genuinely have moments where I have to take deep breaths to compose myself cause gahhhh dayum. I will say something inappropriate if I do not control myself and the rare occasion in which I do say some odd shit I want to just explode

GUYS HE TEXTED ME

ohmgh okay I’m done writing this teeheeehehheheheheh

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shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary · 1 year ago

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14?

How to write a prompt response

1: collect your blorbos

2: add blorbos to blender along with essence of angst

3: blend.

'I trust you more than anyone in the world.'

'Just the world? What about in the others?'

'You aren't in the others. You are here,' Ao Shun sat by his side. 'Do you want to talk about it? You are not the kind to lose your temper,' He watched Li Ming carefully, the tension was visible, he traced his eyes down the lines in his throat, across his clenched jaw, and settled on his hands.

Li Ming had beautiful hands.

Despite his line of work, there wasn't a single scar to them.

His nails were neat and polished.

There was no spilt ink on his fingers.

He could follow the line of each vein, deep blue against ice-white flesh.

They were clenched into tight fists.

'Whatever is on your mind isn't going away, is it?'

'You wouldn't be able to understand,' Li Ming sounded almost bitter, had he not had better self-control it certainly would have done. 'You couldn't possibly understand.'

'I can still listen,' Li Ming sharply turned to him, his eyes were red as rubies and glistened in the lamplight. 'I want to help.'

'You will never be less than,' Li Ming said. He didn't want to speak. Silence was easier.

Silence hurt though.

Silence was easier but each second was another cut, another knife. Each day spent silent was another weight across his back that he had to keep carrying.

'You are always going to be what you are now, what you have always been, and what you will always be. I will never have that. I am one mistake away from losing everything at any moment. I am always going to be one mistake away from losing everything. That can't change.'

'What happened today?' Li Ming had been born into a relatively noble family, though when he went to live with his father's household, it had been a step up from his mother's, not that his brother had allowed him to forget that.

And he had earned his place within Ao Shun's household.

He had been handed many opportunities, more than most people would have been, and he was grateful for those, but that did not guarantee any security.

'I should not have let him push my buttons, I apologize for my outburst, it will not happen again.'

'That is not an answer to my question.'

'Can it not be enough?'

'If you want it to be, then yes, it can be enough,' Ao Shun reached over and gently took Li Ming's hand. 'You are enough,' He said. 'You are more than enough. You won't lose anything.'

'You cannot promise that,' Li Ming shook his head. 'One mistake. One day like today. It would all be taken.'

'I cannot pretend to understand how you feel, like you said, I never will be in your place. But I can promise you that I wouldn't take things from you as a punishment. I wouldn't leave you over a mistake.'

'You cannot love me forever.'

'Oh? Try me.'

Li Ming's laugh was tired.

'What did he say to you?'

'Dont.'

'Cariad.'

'It isn't worth it.'

'If it was worth you getting angry over, it is worth telling me,' Li Ming pulled his hand from Ao Shun's and got to his feet. 'If you dont want me to do anything about it, I will leave it to you but just tell me. I dony like seeing you hurting.'

'it won't happen again.'

'Because you just concussed him?'

'He will certainly think twice,' He muttered. 'I will not lose my temper again as it will not be an issue again.'

'What did he do,' Ao Shun asked. 'To deserve your temper it must be serious. Did he threaten you?' Li ming snotted.

'You think threats scare me? I am the threat.'

'And he is not a smart man, so maybe he did,' Ao Shun shrugged. 'Whatever he said it was enough to upset you, anger you, I have never seen you lose your temper, and yet here we are. There is blood on your sleeve, Love. I imagine his? He certainly didn't manage to hurt you.'

'He called me your whore,' Li Ming spat the word. 'Reduced me to little more than a plaything of yours,' He shook his head. He had dealt with rumours and gossip before but never had someone turn around to say to his face that he would be nothing if he hadn't won the king's affection and if he hadn't been of use in as many ways as Ao Shun had desired. 'He insulted me. He insulted you.'

'So you slammed his head into the masterpiece.'

'A simple matter of the punishment not quite fitting the insult but being enough for me. He was lucky it wasn't his face,' Ao Shun's lips twitched in a small smile.

'You are so much more than anyone thinks of you,' Ao Shun said. 'You are more than your relationship with me. You are more than your work. You are so much that there are words for it all. Perfection? But that somehow just can't cover it all.'

'The world will never see me as that.'

'This world or the others?' Ao Shun asked. 'Does it matter what people think? I know and you know and what people think won't change that, Cariad,' He stood up, Li Ming was slightly taller than he was, so he held Li Ming's jaw in his hand, forcing him to meet his eyes. 'You are the only person for me. You have been for so long now. That will not change soon, if ever,' He kissed him. 'You are not what people think of you. You are not what I think of you. You are everything and more.'

#the invisible library #Fanfic #ask response #li ming #ao shun

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bishiglomper · 1 year ago

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Wahh 😭

It's shopping day. I'm feeling a bit better but i dont think i should be doing that much...

But mom and my aunt (who drives us on shopping day) are having drama.

We had our camper in their neighbors yard (with neighbor's permission of course) but uncle found out, had a bitch fit and fell in it.

(Neighbor has a big yard with other junk lying there for years, which is why we asked. They literally dony give a shit if we use their 'dump spot')

But we took the camper immediately. Its sitting on our street until we can figure out wtf to do with it.

But that is not good enough. Uncle is still bitching. He wants a written letter of apology.

.....for leaving our camper. In the neighbors yard. Not his. His neighbors. From whom we got permission from.

But one of the things is auntie was the one who asked for us. But she's denying any involvement. Which we understand, she's already in deep shit just for being there. But she's siding with uncle in the nastiness of his fit. Even texting my mom things like "we're uoset with your decision to do that" Its straining their relationship.

And you know, its not because shes a coward either. Its because shes a "good christian wife"

This is how they pushed all their children away. Uncle has a fit and aunt has to side with him because hes the husband and she has to obey. She told us this about at least one of the cousins. They moved away while one of them was struggling and off on their own. They hadn't even finished high school yet. Just straight up moved and didnt leave any room for them if they decided to come back. So of course there was no point to even ask them any more.

But now i have to go because mom needs "a witness"

I am not good with this shit. I think they need to involve the goddamn neighbor so he can say the situation was done above board but not a single person is paying me any attention. Not that it would do uncle any good anyway, so its whatever. He wants to be a bitch about it. But still. Its not fair to out me in that situation because if i habe any opinion that doesnt appear to side with my mothers beliefs, she always calls me a traitor and guilts me for not "being in her corner". 😒 So that's what i have to deal with today. On top on nausea, pain and fatigue.

I miss coffee so bad

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slashers-gf · 2 years ago

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Surprise visit pt1

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader

Warning: abuse, swearing, sweet billy. Caring reader, fluff

Summery: you're getting ready to go to sleep but then you hear something outside your window

I was home alone since my parents were working extra hours. They called me to let me know that they weren't gonna be back until the morning.

I started to get ready for bed. I already changed into a oversized t-shirt and some shorts. I was getting into bed when I heard a knock at my window. I got up to see who is was. I open the window to see billy, the most popular guy and my secret crush. "What the hell billy do you know what t-" I didn't get to finish because I saw his face. He had a busted lip, cuts and bruises on his face. He didn't even look me in the eyes. "Uhh maybe I should go" as he was about to leave I grabbed his arm. "NO I-I mean stay, let me help" he didn't get to say anything as I pulled him inside. "Wait here I'll be back" I left the room.

I stayed in the room looking around. 'Was she about to go to sleep alright' I thought to myself as I looked at the bed and her stuff

"Im back" I say with 1st aid kit. "Sit on the bed" he does as said and sits there looking at your every movement. I set the stuff next to him as I start to apply the medican. "Sorry if it hurts" I say applying it to his cuts. He stays quiet and just keeps looking at my face. When I got to his lips be hissed. "Sorry" "no its fine" he said looking into my eyes. I can feel my face start to get hot. Fake coughs "umm anywas what happensto you" I say trying to not make eye contact. "I fell down" he said lying. "Billy i know your lying, tell me what really happened". "Its none of your business" he said coldly. "Well then why did you come to my house the if it is none on my business" he stayed quiet for a couple on minutes. Then I hear him mutter "my dad". I could barely hear what he said. "Tell me what happened to you billy" I try to sound as if I didn't care but I failed. "That fucking old man go mad because max sneaked out and I didn'tknow where she was". "He did this to you" all billy did was nod. I don't know what happened but I just hugged him. He was shocked but then relaxed and hugged me back. After a while I pull away and loom at him. "Why did you come here you always bully me at schooland make fun of me " he stayed quiet for a while. "I dony know i just wanted to see you " I felt my face getting hot again. "I should go so you can go to sleep" he said getting up and walking towards the window he came from. "Umm you can stay I dont mind besides my parents aren't home" I say nervous. "Are you sure" he said looking at you. "Yes of course" I say smiling at him. "Just let me cleanthis up first" I start to clean up. "Let me help you" he says. After we clean up I turn to him "do you want anything else" I asked. "No im good" I nod and climb into bed. He just looks at me and takes off his jacket and slides in beside me. We look at each other and I start to blush so I turn around so I don't look at him. I heart was beating to fast right now. I try to fall asleep but the I feel a arm sneak across my waist and pull me towards them. I can feel billy's warmth, I feel safe in his arms. I turn around and hug him. My vision starts to go black but before I fell asleep I heard billy say "thank you y/n" and he kisses my head.

Fin

#billy hargrove #billy x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #stranger things #billy hargove smut #billy x femreader #billy x y/n #fluff

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azlovesem · 5 months ago

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Youll be ok kid. And so will a lot of other people. I think they realize theyre done. Hopefully they durrender only death wsits for of God. Pedophiles are definitely enemies of God i doont have to tell you that do I. I heard what i said about them. You know ive strung some of them up or ruined their existence. I dont care about their false beat up has no land or cheerleaders religion. I went in and strung the fucker up despite it being against hos religion. And i laugh in the FACE of any religion. Im the face of god thatscwhy. And you peoole ate scared of me and you better stay that way. Or ELSE! Rat american. You like caneras how you like em now you dont look so hot. Call the pladtic surgeon then. Ew yuck youre just demons i dont know. Raguel show these fuckn assholes what we fo to demons. Thats not you sweetie. Youre not like those people. Youre not difficult at all some people have extreme difficulty undersyanding what just not right. Or they think theyre funny maybe how funny is that park fire?? Chomers wheres yoyr dueler we dony joke. See Emma yelliw bellied RAT GOOF cowards. Nonwonder i tool their place at the table. Itsceasy for Azriel to defeat goofs. Child mileators tv movie people eewwww. They fuck 14 year olds ewwwwwwwww. God hates them.

prada paradoxe | 2022

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heyheydidjaknow · 3 years ago

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hey, if ur requests are still open, i have an idea!

maybe an x leo where its just. reader being a total rulebreaker in general (either vigilante and deadass against the government or like petty spray paint vandalism on the school, either or) and leo, being leo, so the reader wnats to just! let him have fun! let loose!

also probably bc leo is wonderstruck inlove with reader and tries to be like. less "stuck up" so he can be a better match for reader and they notice so theyre like. dude ill show you. i hope this all makes sense ;;

i dont mind headcanons or writing small scenarios, just let the boy have fun! (also if you can, he/him reader! if not, they/them is totally good too) ~X

This could be a full-on fic, but the idea gives me hives, so I’m not going to. I’ll be honest: as an IRL stick in the mud this was a bit of a challenge, but I sure did try. No pronouns ended up being used since this ended up relatively short. Went with graffiti artist because I think that’s sorta in the middle of the extremes given. I may come back to it, but for now, this is what I’m going with. Hope you like it.

Originally, you did the whole defacing public property thing just for shits and giggles. You have no idea when, exactly, politics came into it, but what you do know is that you got quiet satisfaction out of seeing folks quietly smiling in agreement at the stupid, anti-foot sentiments you drew into park benches and tables and whatever else. The police were already oddly incompetent anyhow; why not joke about it? And then when the Kraang stuff happened, when it turned out that aliens not only existed but were concerningly close to destroying the entire fucking city and there was not even a god damn statement released, who were you not to talk about it? Who were you to deny yourself your right to freedom of speech and not joke about how fucked that was?

It was a natural progression, in your head. Sharpie did not have as much coverage as spray paint, so you switched to spray paint. Park benches turned into alleys, and alleys turned into rooftops. You were apparently public enemy number one in the eyes of the police– heaven forbid they spend their time on more important things– and there were some close calls as you got bigger, but you were quick about it, and change always had growing pains, so you considered it a reasonable trade-off.

Mikey made a point to point your stuff out. He had a knack for knowing what stuff was yours, even got Donie to take pictures of some of it to have. He called it modern art. Leo thought the whole thing was a bit ridiculous, but who was he to deny his little brother?

You and the Hamatos crossed paths because one night, while they were on patrol, Mikey saw you at work and insisted they go “check you out.” It was a slow night, so they did. None of them processed that “check you out” meant “let’s go introduce ourselves to this poor teenager at two in the morning.” You were, understandably, a bit freaked out by the whole experience, but you would be lying if you claimed to not find the whole thing a bit cool. Sure, the guy’s brothers did not seem particularly thrilled, but you had a fan who was also a mutant turtle. That was certainly something.

You seemed fine. Leo had no particularly strong opinions of you in the beginning. If you had some other agenda, you knew well enough to hide it. You were nice to look at. Mikey thought you were cool. What else was there to say?

Michelangelo insisted that you exchanged contacts. You went with it because if this would not make a great story to tell at parties you did not know what would. He made good company, so when you got invited over, you went. Leo, for a while, was just the sword guy obsessed with that show from the dark ages about the space people, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that, but it hardly meshed with half of the things you and the youngest Hamato talked about. In all honesty, if you were asked then what your relationship with Leonardo would become, you would answer that it would never advance beyond that point.

He started taking interest in you when he had decided to go with you to tag an alley. He had honestly never really understood that there was an art to what you did, that the phrases you wrote took a bit of effort to come up with. You may not have been the most skilled artist in the world, but you had, as he quickly came to find out, incredibly strong opinions about the things you discussed. There was something oddly admirable about that, how, without the skills necessary to do the type of work he and his brother did, you somehow made such a notable impact to have warrants out for your arrest. “If just one person who matters see this,” you said, rattling your can absentmindedly as you stared up at your work, “then maybe they’ll realize just how pissed off the rest of us are.”

It was gradual. You hardly noticed at first, how he slowly started to pay more attention to you and the things you did, but it’s not as if you were blind to how, after about a month, he suddenly knew the names of a ton of street artists and activists you’ve never heard him mention before. You’re pretty sure he only brought them up so you could talk about them; you doubted sincerely that he had any interest in half the things he knew, more interested in philosophy than politics. Still, it felt nice to go on about your process, how interested he seemed. You hated to admit it, but while you and Mikey shared a common taste for art in general, Leo had a much more thorough understanding of what really interested you about what you did.

Leo was not particularly good at keeping up with you. His brothers noticed in particular, made jokes about how much time he spent in front of a screen these days to impress you with his knowledge of all the things you disliked and all these social issues that, as someone not a member of said society, did not have the ability to properly understand. An effort was made, however, to relate to you.

He started asking to go with you more often to watch you work, obviously nervous and concerned with how much time he was objectively wasting. It never bothered you much, but at some point, you started to really notice how nervous he always was whenever he was out with you. You asked his brothers about it, and the general consensus was that Leo was just generally uptight, but you, as his friend (?) felt a certain responsibility to make sure he was having fun. You started offering him chances to join you, to show off his opinions next to yours, and sure, he was shaky at first, but he got good quick, and all of a sudden there was a metric fuck-ton of anti-foot and anti-kraang graffiti all over NYC. Leo was never as into it as he was in combat— he thought, personally, that his skills with a blade were more substantial than that with a spray-can— but it was something the two of you did together, and that was enough for him.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt x reader #tmnt leo x reader #2012 leo #leo x reader #leonardo #leo #tmnt leonardo #the most risky thing I’ve ever done is jaywalk #graffiti mention #but the 2012 nonsense is certainly interesting #x reader fanfiction

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stray-kids-react · 4 years ago

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02 liner aussie girl joining the group

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Sees you as a little sister, and will baby you nonstop for that reason alone. Expect very long hugs and him trying to beg you for some affection.

° Let Felix take charge in helping you around JYP, watching from afar like a proud father. Even if you aren't much younger than the members, he can't help but become a giddy mess when you literally do anything.

° Since he sees you as a little sister, that also means he is very protective over you. Not even Minho can tease you for too long without Chan becoming a bit tense. He just doesn't want you to ever feel uncomfortable.

° Does many vlives with you, chatting about your life and what parts of Australia you grew up in. Whenever he is introducing you or if you call him during a vlive, he'll call you little sissy.

° Many stays have made edits of Chan babying you or treating you like a literal angel, you both have watched edits like these and neither of you can deny that he doesn't do either of those things.

"My little sissy y/n did great today in our dance practice, isn't that right sissy?" he asked, sitting you on his lap.

"Yeah, Minho Oppa helped me learn quite a bit. But I couldn't have succeeded it without my personal cheerleader Chris." You replied.

Lee Know

° Doesn't make a huge deal out of it, is honestly just really happy to have a new member. He doesn't care that your a girl or a fellow aussie, just sees you as a member.

° If you are ever struggling with Korean he'll do his best to try and help you, even if it is only on small thing such as the way you pronounce words. He admits to finding your struggles pretty adorable.

° Even though he is a huge tease, he'll go easy on you for the first two months. Letting you get settled in and get use to the chaotic behavior of all of them. But after those months pass, he'll start to tease.

° Minho likes to challenge you to dance battles during practice, seeing if you will ever beat him on one. But luckily whenever Snsd comes on you are in your element, showing him the true Gee master.

° Minho has a soft spot fro you due toy your age, he won't tease you too harshly and won't get mad if you don't remember one of his cat's names. All of the members notice his new soft spot for you.

"So I know Soonie, Doongie... And?" you sighed, trying to remember the third cat of Minho's.

"Dori, it's okay. At least you remembered two of them." He reassured, Felix looking at him with shock from across the room.

Changbin

°When he heard that you would be joining the group, he hoped that you wouldn't make fun of him as much as the other members. And if you did, it wouldn't be too harsh.

° Appreciated that you weren't teasing him 24/7, and if you are shorter than him then he would be very smiley and giddy for days. Changbin likes your company and would often want to hang around you.

° Buys you coffee/tea every morning, and only you (occasionally Felix). And when the members ask, he explains that you earned your coffee/tea by not teasing him. Even if they haven't teased him for days.

° You are his favorite member, even if he won't admit it... Everyone knows it. You are his best friend and he doesn't want that relationship to change. Unlike the fan's pov, he sees you only as a best friend.

° Whenever he does a vlive with you, your ship name is all over the chat. Neither of you speak out about it, but both of you don't like each other in that way. And it makes situations awkward when they ship you two.

"I can't believe we're a ship, that is so weird to me." You chuckled, scrolling through Instagram on your phone.

"I know right! I don't get why a girl and a guy can't be friends without people shipping them." He sighed, clearly frustrated.

Hyunjin

° Becomes putty in your hands, he just finds everything about you adorable. It also doesn't help that you are Australian, which he happens to have an interest in.

° He wouldn't describe his feelings towards you as a crush, more as a little sister and der brother relationship. He would feel weird if you ever developed something for him, since he is too close to you to be a couple.

° Very clingy towards you, constantly draping himself across you. Or sitting you on his lap when you are worn out from practice, he often let's you take naps on him. He also treats you to sweets, even when on diets.

° Hyunjin once got frustrated over how JYP was treating you, giving you an extreme diet even though you were already working hard enough. So he'd reassure you that him and Chan would talk with JYP about it.

° Hyunjin can be seen copying your accent, whether it be for fun or just to tease you. He'll copy or pick up on your accent, many fan's hearts melting at his determination to be part of the aussie line.

"I shouldn't be having this cupcake." You sighed, placing the cupcake you've been eyeing for the past few minutes.

"Screw JYP, eat what you want. You are your own person and shouldn't listen to some old man." He defended, passing the cupcake.

Han

° Was the first member you met, even though it was by total accident. You both ran into each other when he was leaving the building and you were entering.

° You dropped the coffee all onto yourself in shock, making him chuckle as he tried to help you clean yourself up. He helped you into JYP, having no clue that you are going to be the new member joining.

° When Chan introduced you to the members the next day, Han was shocked. He was surprised to see a familiar face, but was also pleased knowing you seemed to be quite a sweet and charming person.

° You both are the stars whenever on reality shows together, many seeing you both as a chaotic duo. Doni and Coni once tried to correct you, telling you that women shouldn't be so hyper. Han got pissed.

° Not only did Han correct them on their manners, but also told them that a man shouldn't tell a woman what to do. Many fans and netizens applauded him for protecting his new and sweet Maknae.

"I swear those guys get on my nerves sometimes, don't listen to them." He sighed, patting your head softly.

"It's okay Hannie, I'm glad that I have some older brothers to stand up for me." You reassured, melting his heart.

Felix

° You are nervous to be around Felix, not because he's intimidating or harsh. But because he is so nice and angelic, and you don't want to develop a crush on a member.

° Even if you don't see him in that light at first, it will happen eventually because he has such an addicting energy that surround him. Felix is a sunshine, and it isn't hard to see why everyone loves him.

° Felix wants to make you feel as comfortable as possible, usually being the member picking up pads/tampons for you. He secretly develops a small crush on you, but he knows it would end up bad.

° You both would be worried about it ending bad due to the popularity of the band, Felix's popularity, your new career, and JYP's strict rules. So both of you don't truly progress that side of your relationship.

° It could blossom into something more serious in the future, but for right now it is just a mutual crush that both of you must hide. Your friendship is still very strong nonetheless, and you appreciate that.

"Okay here's a hard question, Back Door or All In?" you asked, as the managers watched you both from behind the camera.

"Neither because you aren't in them." He answered, trying to play it off as playful more so than flirtatious.

Seungmin

° Seungmin is your dorm mate, who always manages to make your nights more calm. He reassures you every night that you are doing great, even if you don't believe him.

° You both wrote down a schedule for dishes, laundry, cooking ect. The only exceptions to it is having a terrible day, birthday, or being sick. Either than that then you must follow the schedule stuck into the fridge.

° You both have derpy photos of each other as your wallpapers, both being taken when both of you just woke up. Seungmin can't help but giggle silently whenever he opens up his phone, looking at your bed head.

° Seungmin helps you out with waking up, letting you get use to the schedule of being an idol. Taking as many pillows to the face as he needs to for you to finally wake up, Once getting feathers in his hair due to it.

° Many think you both knew each other before you became a member, but you both explained that you just understand each other well and clicked when you met. Neither of you grew up together.

"Is today you dish day or mine?" he asked, bottle of soap already in his hand ready to begin cleaning.

"Mine, but I had a terrible day today. JYP critiqued everything about me." You huffed, getting a soft hug from Seungmin.

Jeongin

° Is glad he won't be babied as much since he isn't the maknae anymore, but will miss the benefits of being able to aegyo your way out of responsibilities.

° All of the members call you the babies or the baby line, even if either of you ar taller than some of them. Jeongin is also appreciative that he now has someone to relate to with being a babied quite often.

° He'll still call you noona just to get under your skin, but you honestly don't mind being called noona or unnie. Especially since some stays are younger than you, but you can become playfully annoyed at times.

° Jeongin will warm up to you very fast and treat you like a sister, he'll spoil you with stuffies and share his food with you every meal. Even though mama gets scold him for it, he doesn't care and continues to do it.

° Chan will cover both of your eyes when the members do something sexy, even if you kind of want to see it (mostly to tease them). But you understand why, since both fo you will get flustered by it easily.

"Y/n noona likes to steal my food sometimes." Jeongin admitted to fans, smiling at your playful glare.

"You share your food and insist I eat it Jeongin Oppa." You defend, watching the fans respond to the situation.

#stray kids #kpop #changbin #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #bang chan #felix skz #skz seungmin #skz requests #skz reactions

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Idol: Wong Kahei (Loona)

marshmallow: Since there's still no Vivi scenario 👀 how bout a fluff one where during idol room the host (d*ni and c*ni) were joking around saying that the 13th member is the ugliest and dumb and didn't have her any chance of answering when they play a guessing game. Basically treating her badly then the others. So after the show Vivi notice she's been feeling down for a couple of weeks and not really acting like how she use to so Vivi comforts her with other members🥺💜

A/n: finally my first Vivi request, done. also i hate d and c for various reasons that i cannot discuss or else i just might not write anymore

☕buy me a coffee☕

You were used to hate comments thrown your way.

You were used to fans comparing you to the other members.

You were used to people still questioning why you were added in the Loona lineup.

They’ve stopped bothering you after a while, your members making sure that you didn’t believe the things other people said and assured you that you were just as important to the group as any of them,

However, you were not used to being publicly humiliated, and on live television, no less. So when Coni had made the careless comment about how you may not even give your team a chance at winning, you that was already enough to knock your excitement down, given that you had been looking forward to spending time with your members during your visit to Idol Room.

“Y/n.” Doni had called for your attention and you look up, blinking by the suddenness as he addressed you. “What are you in charge of?” He questioned and you felt a little bit more relieved with the question. “Well, all the members are good at everything. So we just sometimes switch on who takes the lead.” You explain and he nodded his head.

“So that means you stay at the back?” He joked, the two hosts soon cracking and you smile awkwardly with all the cameras rolling whilst your members looked a little surprised by the comment. “With so many members, I feel bad that you’re always overshadowed by their beauty and talents.” Coni then added and that had caused you to press your lips together in a thin line whilst Sooyoung looked a bit offended with what he was insinuating.

But you didn’t want to cause a scene, so you went along with it and chuckled lightly. “I guess so. My members are all really pretty and talented.” You miss the way Haseul glances at you, worry in her eyes, and Hyejoo silently glaring at the two hosts.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure a bit more practice and then you can reach your members’ level. Plus, you still have a lot to learn, your Korean is still barely understandable.” That had caused you to bite the inside of your cheek, deflating as they had addressed one of your worries when you first came to Korea.

It was no secret that you were insecure about yourself, especially with your communication skills, but the way the pair had blatantly called you out for it had only boosted that insecurity.

Your members couldn’t speak up, knowing that it wasn’t a good idea to make a scene, but luckily Hyunjin had been subtle with her attack, her face blank as she watched the two hosts.

“Y/n’s pronunciations are actually really good. She works really hard just so she makes sure that it’s easy for both her and the people she talks to.” Doni nodded his head in agreement. “Diligence is one of an idol’s key traits. Have more of it.”

They weren’t expecting the rebuttal, but Heejin had visibly grown uncomfortable and Yeojin shuffled closer to you when they were starting to realize how you were becoming more and more the target of the duo’s harshness.

Chaewon’s brows raised at the audacity they had to publicly shame you, but held her mouth shut when Jinsoul placed a hand on the small of her back.

They tolerated the rest of the show for the sake of the group’s image, but every comment thrown your way made them all increasingly upset, though you’re good with keeping up a façade just to keep the peace within the room for your members.

The pair made you feel more and more isolated as the show progressed. And while you did your best to participate, they seemed to make it a point that they weren’t at all interested in you being there. Throughout the whole segment, you could stay on your seat and watched as your members slowly began to be immersed in the games they had prepared.

Eventually, you had stopped trying and merely smiled, opting to be the spectator the hosts expected you to be, and merely clapped and congratulated your members when they had gotten an answer right.

In the end, you were just thankful that they had forgotten about you. It was better than being degraded and being the butt of the joke.

But as you left the set that day, you couldn’t say that you had the same level of energy compared to when you had arrived.

And no one could really blame you.

Right as the episode had aired, you made it a point to stay off of social media and threw yourself into work despite not really having to do so. The girls wondered and worried with you constantly heading to the company to practice, but no one seemed to have the capability of bringing it up or calling you out, not when you looked you were just about ready to fall apart at any given second.

Kahei could only watch as the days passed, hoping that you could recover and bounce back because she hates seeing you so down. She’s used to seeing you running around the dorm, running away from Jiwoo’s affectionate assaults or trying to get Jungeun to lighten up whenever she started scolding someone.

In the end, Jungeun and Sooyoung calls for majority of their attention, both looking unpleased as the girls came into the living room, minus you, Heejin, and Jinsoul due to your schedules.

“We need to talk.” Sooyoung announces while she grabs her phone from the table. “Is this about the laundry again?” Hyejoo groans, not wanting another lecture after the last time her pillow exploded in it, but the two older girls shook their heads, and the girls could see that this was a more serious topic.

“It’s about Y/n.”

Kahei stiffens and her hands clutch at the pillow resting against her lap before Haseul placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We know that she hasn’t been well.” Hyunjin muttered, frowning when she remembers how you’ve resorted to avoiding some of them now.

Jungeun taps on the blue bird icon before twitter popped up. She turns the device around to show the group what her and her fellow leader wanted to address.

ApologizeToY/n was under the trending topics and the sight of it made all the girls frown before they saw Orbits commenting about Coni and Doni’s clear and explicit mistreatment of you during the show and how uncomfortable you’ve been throughout it.

“This is everywhere and I doubt Y/n hasn’t seen it, either.” Chaewon sighed while slumping in her seat, arms crossed as she scuffed her slippers against the floor and Yerim pouted as she scanned through the tags.

“Can I just say how I hated how they treated her?” Hyejoo speaks up, and honestly, no one could blame her. They all felt the same thing, so it wasn’t something they could hold against her.

Kahei pulls her pillow close to her chest, her mind replaying the hesitant look on your face whenever you were all together. You didn’t have to tell her, but she could see the insecurity in your eyes every time she would see you looking at everyone.

It was as though you were silently comparing yourself to them.

“Is there something we can do?” Haseul asks, hoping for any suggestions that would help ease the situation, but no one can think of anything at that moment and Kahei looks up at the leader with her lips pressed together. “Would you mind if I talk to her first?”

The girls know that there was something that was going on between you and the eldest member. Though neither of you have confirmed anything, they knew that Kahei’s affections for you were on a far more different level compared to the way she would take care of the rest of the members.

So, without arguments, the girls agreed, whisking Jinsoul and Heejin away when the three of you arrive after a long day and Kahei thinks that it’s the best time as any, now that you were alone in your room with everyone preparing whatever it was they decided would help cheer you up.

“Y/n?”

The call of your name is enough to make you roll over on your side, spotting the older girl peeking inside your room with a small smile gracing her lips. She knows that you’re tired, but she doesn’t want to keep seeing you look so down.

“Unnie, what’s up?” You try to casually ask, sitting up in bed and indicating for her to come in, which she does without hesitation, quietly shutting the door behind her before she had walked over to your bed and took the space you made for her to sit next to you.

Her embrace is something you easily welcome, the tension leaving your body, even just for that moment when you lean against her. You let out a deep breath and she squeezes your shoulders before a kiss was placed atop your head.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She whispers softly and you immediately frown at the implication. Of course the girls could pick up on your withering state. They made it their personal mission to look after you ever since you arrived.

“I know you won’t say anything first, so I’ll be the one to do it.” Kahei cuts you off from thinking further as she speaks. “What they told you back at the Idol Room, it’s not true, okay?”

She shifts so that she’s looking at your face, one hand cupping your jaw so that you can’t look at anything but her because she needs you to listen to her instead of your thoughts.

“You’re an amazing singer, Y/n. Frankly, you’re perfectly fine the way you are and I hate how you’re letting these two people who know nothing about you make you feel like you’re not worth being here when you are.” Her voice is firm as she speaks, making sure to get her message across because she knows that you’re often too stubborn to believe them when they compliment you.

“We’re young and our career is only just beginning, so there will always be room for improvement. Plus, we’re both not from Korea, so of course not everything will be as easy for us as it is for the others, but has that ever let you down before?”

She doesn’t let you answer when she continues, not once breaking eye contact. “Everyone is here to help us. We’re a team for a reason. While we won’t always excel, we’re always going to wait for each other because that’s what a team - what a family does. So please, stop thinking that you’re worth less than anyone here because you’re just as important.”

Her voice grows softer after each word when she ends her sentence and you’re incredibly calmed by it as she brushes her thumb gently against your cheek when her forehead lightly bumps against yours.

“You don’t know understand how much it hurts to see you like this and all I want to do is take that pain and doubt away.” She murmurs and you shut your eyes, basking in the warmth that she had so easily provided before feeling soft lips pressing against your forehead.

You both stay like that for a while, just cuddling on your bed with her fingers combing through your hair. She doesn’t probe you on how you’re feeling, but seeing that you weren’t frowning nor were your shoulders slumped made her feel that you were a little bit better compared to before.

It’s when her phone vibrates with a text from Haseul that Kahei looks away from you and her brows pinch together when she sees it.

Why would the leader have to text her when she was just outside?

everything’s ready!

Confused, Kahei forgot that the girls were all getting something ready for you in the living room. So with a quick okay, the older girl gives you a small nudge before she’s nodding to the door. “The girls are calling for us.”

You don’t say anything, but the confusion is clear on your face as Kahei takes your hand and leads you outside, a smile on her face when she intertwines her fingers with yours just as you spot the rest of your group huddled together and you can’t help cracking a smile at how comedic they all looked.

Sooyoung looked awkward as she offered you a smile, Jungeun standing next to her, looking as though she had just finished scolding the younger girls who were trying their best to keep the snacks on the table while, for some reason, their own favorites kept disappearing, only for Hyunjin to place them back.

Heejin was silently counting everything to make sure that they had enough, only to restart every time Hyunjin would put the stolen snacks away and ensuing the pair to start arguing whilst Yeojin finished another one of her bead rings and Haseul just shook her head as Jinsoul tried to bite back her laughter while telling Jiwoo to keep her voice down.

“What are you doing?” You ask, an amused lilt to your tone as you properly assessed your members while Kahei grins and shakes her head, mimicking your leader when everyone snaps their attention to the two of you.

“It’s movie night!” Yerim happily announces while she’s trying to keep the remote away from Hyejoo’s hands and the latter grumbles. “I want to pick the movie!” She exclaimed, but Chaewon plucked the remote from Yerim’s hands, an already opened snack in her other hand. “We should ask Y/n what she wants to watch.”

“But unnie!” The second youngest was already staring at you with her puppy eyes that she often uses on you when she wants you siding with her and you smile softly before pulling Kahei to join everyone else in the living room.

Haseul slips next to the older girl, smiling when she sees the look the other sends you as you accept the bead ring Yeojin offers whilst trying to control the other two maknaes.

“Things went well, I hope?” The leader questions and Kahei hums with a fond smile playing at her lips. “I guess so.” She replies, seeing that you were slowly reverting back to your cheerful self when Heejin and Jiwoo join in on the pile you’ve all ended up in when Hyejoo tried stealing the remote again.

There’s laughter echoing in the dorm, add Jungeun’s slight screeching and Sooyoung’s scolding, but Haseul bumps her shoulders with Kahei while everyone is busy doing their own thing and finally picking a movie to watch. “So, have you both properly talked about it or...?”

Kahei stares at you when Jiwoo and Jinsoul begin to press kisses on your face, Yeojin coming in right after, and she smiles a little to herself. “Not yet, but we’re getting there.”

And honestly, that was enough for her as she soon took the spot next to you once given the chance and her arm loops with yours before she’s laying her head on your shoulder.

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