#sorry fot mad

[expressionless-fr]

why's there so many zionist bs in the Iran tags.. I am DISGUSTED. Iranian 'zionists' and Israel supporters do not actually support Israel. they're doing it out of spite. most of them don't even know what is Hamas. they don't even know what the fuck's Israel doing.

Naive.

if our regime was against Palestine they would've suppprted it to death. Zionists are free to believe that Iranians are supporting them when all of us. all of us know this bullshit ain't true and that they're doing it out of spite.

They don't even know the history of Israel and Palestine. this makes me so angry. I know my own people. Zionists don't get your shitty hopes high.

[jopjab]

hi sorry i died again i was busy drawing nothing but prsk characters/vsynths in chiikawa art style for 3 days straight

[goatedgreen]

i just overheard a guy at my work who claims to be a writer talking about fucking AI and how its helping him so artworks for his "novels" and how he gets all his inspiration from video games and everyone who was listening to his pseudo intellectual bullshit was like "wowww thats so smart! you must get so much writing done like that!" like yeah if all your ideas are taken from elsewhere and you dont pur effort into building characters im sure its very easy to churn out bullshit on a regular basis

but thats not the part that really pisses me off. what REALLY gets to me is that this guy OFFERED TO CRITIQUE MY FUCKING WRITING. and i did send him a sample! and his critique was SHIT!!!!!!! there was like maybe two valid comments (using certain words too much, paragraph breaks) but the rest was just him NOT READING THE FUCKING STORY.

at the end (which by the way i need to mention that i emailed him a pdf of a draft chapter which he printed off, marked in pen like a teacher, then scanned back to me) he had all these questions which, if he had a brain, he would know didnt make any fucking sense .

"how is Owen running in the woods with a long skirt on without tripping?" well, dickhead, earlier in the chapter i actually described how hes wearing trousers now!! it's actually really important that hes wearing trousers because theyre Melody's son's clothes!!! and that's important!!!! ALSO, even when he was wearing a skirt, i described it as SHORT. not long. ALSO ALSO, you can totally run in long skirts. yes even in forests.

he asked me why i didnt show Owen's "anger" more when he "decided" to shoot his father.............. he was scared and pulled the trigger by mistake because his father's yell made him flinch. he was never angry at any point in the whole 2000 words i sent you. he didnt even want to shoot the fucking gun.

at first i thought this might have been my fault for not making character intention clear enoufh in my writing but every other person i sent it to got it immediately and didnt ask the same stupid questions. so.

his other criticism was that Owen's dad wasnt homophobic enough. which i wasnt even going to comment on because what the fuck????

ALL THAT TO SAY that when i then overheard him bragging about his oh so effective "writing process" i had a realisation of just. "oh! no wonder his critique was so shit! hes just not a very good writer!"

[fleurywiththesave]

Amnesia fot Mattdrai and the ask game if you're still doing those - if possible with Leon having amnesia. Thanks a lot!

I decided to go with a silly take on this one, since my other amnesia ficlet was more serious. I hope you like it!

5. Amnesia

Leon’s stomach hurts. No, scratch that. His whole body hurts. He’d like to trade it in for a new body, or at least a new stomach. That’s a thing, right? He feels like that’s a thing.

“How ya doing, Sleeping Beauty?” someone says. He panics for about three seconds over the fact that he can’t see them before he realizes that his eyes are closed. Whoops.

The stranger smiling at him has very pretty eyes. That seems like something he should know, so Leon says, “You have very pretty eyes.”

“Do I,” the stranger answers, sounding amused.

“Yeah. They’re blue, like the ocean. I like the ocean. Can we go swimming?”

“How about we wait until you don’t have a healing wound in your abdomen?” he says. That sounds concerning. Should Leon be concerned?

Apparently he said that out loud, because the stranger laughs and tells him, “It’s supposed to be there, Leo. You had your appendix out.”

Oh. That’s okay, then.

“How do you know my name?” Leon asks. The stranger tilts his head and smiles again.

“I know a lot of things. For example, I know that you’re terrified of the ocean and if I tried to take you swimming, you would climb on my back and make me carry you to shore.” Yeah, that sounds like something Leon might do.

“What’s your name?”

“Matthew,” the stranger says, still grinning. Everything Leon says seems to amuse him.

“I know a Matthew,” Leon informs him. “He has pretty eyes too.”

“Is that so.”

“Yeah. And nice hair, like yours. And a nice smile. Don’t tell him, ‘m not supposed to think that.”

“Why not?” Matthew asks. Leon looks around the room carefully before gesturing for him to lean closer.

“Because he’s the enemy,” he whispers. “And Davo will be mad. Or sad. Maybe both.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want Davo to be sad,” Matthew agrees.

“Do you know Davo?” Leon asks curiously.

“I sure do.”

“Is he going to drive me home?”

“Sorry, buddy. That’s my job now.” He doesn’t sound very sorry. Leon doesn’t feel sorry either. He likes when Connor drives him home if he’s sick, but he thinks he’ll like it even more if Matthew does it. “Yeah, I bet you will.” He must’ve said that out loud again.

“How much longer?” he asks. He wants to cuddle Bowie and he’s probably going to have to go home to do that.

“Gotta wait for the doc to give you the all-clear,” Matthew answers. “Why don’t you tell me more about Matthew in the meantime?”

“You can’t say anything to him,” Leon reminds him.

“Cross my heart.”

“He’s really good at hockey,” Leon says. “And he’s funny. Did I tell you that he’s pretty?”

“Tell me again, just to be sure.”

“I don’t think he’s the enemy,” Leon confesses. “I want to kiss him.”

“He doesn’t think you’re the enemy either,” Matthew says. “And he’ll be very happy to kiss you once you’re a little less high.”

“How do you know that? Did he tell you?” Leon’s connected to reality enough to know that he sounds way too eager, but he thinks it’s okay if Matthew knows.

“In a manner of speaking.”

The door opens then and Connor walks in holding two coffee cups. Leon whines when Matthew gets one and he doesn’t.

“Oh my god, Matthew, why are you filming?” Connor says, sounding exasperated.

“Let me live a little, Davo! We’re all going to be glad I have this. Well…maybe not Leo, so much, but I definitely will.”

“He has pretty eyes,” Leon informs Connor. Matthew looks absolutely delighted.

(Leon is not glad when Matthew makes him watch the video, but he warms up to it the second or third time around, once Matthew’s delivered on the previously promised kiss.)

[mangoposts]

yo that anon pissed me the fuck off. i'm so mad. they're literally turning 21 this year, what do you expect from them? to stay 17 all their lives? this ain't how it works girlie pop imma tell you how it works. they grow up. that's literally it. they grow up that's literally it. their content will change, their creativity will change, they will change. some of y'all are expecting them to do the same content they did 3 years ago but a lot of shit changed??? literally just moving to la was a big change fot their channel and themselves so of course they're not gonna do the same content they did when they were in boston. i don't know i might sound stupid right now but these kind of fans make me so so mad. like they ARE grateful they literally thank us at the end of almost every single fucking video. what do you expect from them? them dick riding us? be so for real idk. if you don't like their new pfp, intro and content just unsubscribe and get the fuck outta here no one cares. you can't say shit like that when it's the literal OPPOSITE of what they do. they are grateful, they love us and they do care about us. it's not because they went from 10k to almost 6 million and moved from boston to la that they don't give a shit about us anymore wtf? ill never understand these people i swear they make me so mad. anyway, sorry hi mina ur so sexy i love u😘

💯 Agree. Wish i could give them better fans who understand all the shit they’ve been through and the sacrifices they Fr make to give us multiple videos every single week. It’s draining and it’s exhausting yet they do it anyway despite the massive amount of ungrateful people in their ear every single day because they know there are a lot of other fans who appreciate it. They deserve more respect Fr. They put their all into their content and they’re busy working towards their careers everyday and people repay them with ungrateful attitudes and focusing on their love lives. Fucking gross and im over it

Anyways hi i love u too

[yveltalreal]

sorry getting mad at miguel and victoria for training with their pokemon is insane. i used to watch my mom train with her pokemon all the time and even i trained with them a lot!! like idk crucial experiance to hear "THINK FAST" and then have to move before an aggron hits you or prepare to be thrown by a beheeyem. its good training! prepares you pretty well fot surprise wild pokemon attacks

[oceandolores]

Off to the Races. —Lalo Salamanca x McGill!Reader— Chapter 2.

summary: it's been days since Lila and Lalo met. Even though it was a short meet, they can't keep each other out of their minds, andddd hands...

words count:

warnings!: there would be some warnings to this series, include. age-gap (20 years), violence, drugs, guns violence, ptsd, grieving, death, blood, sexual scenes or references, better call saul and breaking bad kind of violence and vibes.

Chapter 2.

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"Look, I didn't know that you would actually get back here? You didn't even call me to tell me!" Jimmy, Kim, and Lila are in Kim and Jimmy's apartment now. Apperently, they got together and now living together, without Lila's knowing.

Lila's mouth is still open, "I need to digest all of this." She said while fidgeting the side of her forehead. There's indeed a lots of going on in Jimmy's life now. He told Lila everuthing She needs to know, including how he has to go to Chuck's one year death anniversary, and how it so important to him, to get back his lawyer license.

"Oh, C'mon, Lila." Jimmy approching Lila. She stepped back, "You lied to me." Kim is looking at the two siblings.

"You said you had a stable job at HHM! Now—I—What the hell, Jimmy!" She's mad because of her brother lied to her. He knows that Lila hates when people lied to her, it made her feels like she's not worthy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lila." Jimmy tried to explain more, "At least you should have called me?!" She said again. "I don't know, Jimmy. It feels like...I don't even know you anymore." Kim look at Lila now.

She felt her sadness, Lila and Kim knew each other since forever. She was practically grew up with her. Jimmy leaning foward to Lila, stroking her shoulders, "Oh, C'mon, you're still my baby sis, that was stupid. I know. I'm sorry. You're my favourite sister!"

"I am your your only sister, Jimmy." She said, "Exactly. Now, please come with us to this event." He said. He thinks that important how Lila's presence shows the board that at least he's in a stable relationship with his other family, that means that he has someone to control on him, besides Kim.

Lila is thinking for a moment, before she said "Ok. Ok. But, I won't be long. I have to buy some things fot the new apartment." Lila's got the job at the hospital, and because Jimmy and Kim's are living together now, She can't live with Jimmy. So, She found a new apartment not far from their's, thanks to Kim. Now, Kim stepped foward, "I can help you with that,"

Lila look at her, "Oh no, It's okay Kimmy. I'm fine." She looked down for a moment, "Look, I'm sorry guys, I should have told you that I'm back to town for good. I guess, I'm just worried about you, Jimmy. You're all I have now." She said and looked down, Jimmy looks at Kim, and it was like they communicate with their eyes. Kim took her hand, "You have me, Lila. I promise you, We'll always be there for you. We're family." Kim said and went for a hug.

"Family taking care of each other, I promise I'll protect you always, honey." Jimmy said and join the hug.

"Thank you and I love you all so much, but you can't protect me and taking care of me if I'm dead because of running out of breath!" Jimmy and Kim realized and let go the hug with a laugh.

"Please, save your tears, it's not time for an emotional ride yet. C'mon, Let's go, Ladies!" Jimmy said with some energy.

***

They all finally arrives at the event wearing all black, but, Lila goes with a white and black dress. She doesn't want it looks like a fucking funeral, they already had the funeral. The plan is Jimmy is supposed to pay a 23.000 dollars check and said it was an "anonymous" for the event so that the jury can see that Jimmy is really care about his brother and all that lawyer stuff that Lila doesn't understand. But, Jimmy hires a butler to literally tell everyone that it was him who paid. Well, Jimmy is Jimmy. Nothing to be surprised of.

"Lila?" She was looking at Kim talking woth somebody that she guess was important, then she heard her name was called, she turned back and look at Howard, "Howard? Oh how are you?" They went for a hug, "I'm great, When did you get here? How long have you been here?" He asked, "Oh, Just a couple of days. I'm back here for good." She said, Honestly her and Howard in a good friendship relationship, it's just him and Jimmy's relationship isn't that good.

"Really? You got a job as a doctor here?" He said, and she nodded, "Wow, that's really great. I didn't see you at the funeral, So it was good to see you, you look great!" He said again.

"I skip the funeral." She said, "But, thanks tho, you look great urself, Howie."

"I'm sorry about your brother," He said, "It's okay."

She saw Kim walked away to Jimmy, at the outside. "Look, It's really nice to meet tou again, Howard. But, I've better check on Jimmy." She hugs him, "Well, if you need some helping hand or anything else you know where to find me, do ya? It's really nice to talk to you again, Lila." He nodded and then she walked away to the outside, towards Kim and Jimmy.

"How is it?" Lila asked looking at Kim and then Jimmy, "I can't believe I wrote a $23,000 check for this." He said while he inhale his cigarretes.

"I don't even see anyone from the bar association in there." He then said again. "We still have almost a week." Kim said.

"Someone on the board will hear about this, and they'll believe it because..." She said again and looked there's some smoke's ash on Jimmy's suit and then she wipe it away so it back to clean, Lila smiled. Kim is really care for Jimmy. "... they heard it from a colleague." She continued.

"Yeah, I know. Word gets around, but..." He paused for a moment, Kim and Lila sits on the edge of this fence?

"Try this on for size. Judge Papadoumian is in her chambers.. She's working late. Everyone else has gone home."

"Suddenly, she smells something, something burning. She crosses to her door. It's warm to the touch." Lila looks at Jimmy as he told his "Idea".

"She opens it. Whoosh! Wall of flames. Her clerk's chamber's on fire. And she's trapped." He looked at Kim and then to Lila.

"But then, through the fire and smoke, a figure emerges. It's Jimmy McGill!"

"See, I rescue a judge. Now, that, people are gonna talk about." He was thinkinh about it again, Lila just sit and listen to his Idea while looking at Kim too.

"And it's... it's too big, and probably... it's not how I come back from "insincere." " He said again.

"Right." He sighs for a moment, Lila still looking at him and smiling.

"Okay. Wanna go back in, get your money's worth?" Kim gets up and then said.

"Yeah. I'm starving. Those little hamburgers are looking good." Kim looking at Jimmy once again, and then it was like they commumicate with their eyes.

"I'm allowed to pay for the food, but I'm too sad to eat." Jimmy said, and then Kim nodded.

"Okay, I have to go guys, You enjoy your party, Big guy." Lila gets up and said.

"Where are you going?" Jimmy said, "Um, Furniture? I said it earlier I can't be here too long." She said again.

"I'll drive you there," Kim said, "No, It's okay, I'll call Jackie. I have to go to work tonight, I probably won't be that long." Lila said.

"Okay, well you take care, okay?" Jimmy said. Lila chuckled, "It's okay Jimmy, I'll be fine, It's just a furniture store." She smiled at him, then Jimmy looks at her and Kim.

"I know, It's just...umm...Not safe around here lately." He said. Lila hugged Jimmy and Kim before she goes.

Lila goes out to the front of the building, she opened up her phone and looking at her contacts' name to search Jackie's name, She saw 'Lalo' names on it. It's been a while since she met Lalo. What's he's been up to? He never called her, She actually want to call him. But, she scared that it will disturb him. Since, she knows he's a busy man, a businessman, that's what Nacho told her before.

He's been in her mind since the last time they met. His face, his hair, his voice has lingered inside her minds. What happened? She never even thinks about a man like that before? Except for her ex. It was a very unhealthy relationship, and thank god she got out of there as soon as she can. She promised to herself that she would never let a man like Ted again inside of her life.

When Lila dialed Jackie's number suddenly she heard a car stopped, and heard someone familiar calling her name.

"Lila?" She recognized this voice, a voice that been lingered in her mind. When she turned around she saw Lalo standing and smiling at her.

"Lalo? Oh my Hi! What are you doing here?" She was surprised to saw Lalo. What is he even doing here? He looks like he had a hard work, He's a wearing a dotted pink, with a light brown or salmon shirt something like that. His hair kinda messy, and he sweat a little.

"I was passed this road and then I saw a girl that looks very familiar, and when I stopped and bam! It was the beautiful girl a couple days ago that give me her number, which I haven't called yet, but I plan to call her." He said with such the energy.

Lila laughs, "Oh what a coincidence!"

"Hello, Lila? What's up girl? Hello? Lila? Are you there?" Lila can hear Jackie's voice through her phone. She almost forgot she called her.

"Um, Hello, Jackie. Can you pick me up? I have to buy some furnitures for my Apartment." She said.

"You need some lift?" Lalo said, "Yes, i was going to go to the furniture store down the streets actually." She said.

"Well, I can take you there. I've got my car." He offers her. "Oh no, It's fine."

On the other phone, Jackie can hear their conversations, she thought she recognize his voice. Where does she heard this man?

Jackie stays quiet until Lila talked again, "Jackie, No need to, I'll call you later." and then she hang up the phone. Weird, she said.

Meanwhile Lalo insist to take Lila and accompany her to buy some furnitures. He guide her to his car, and she goes in. His car looks nice, it's a 1970 Chevy Monte Carlo, good taste.

"So, tell me, what are you doing out there standing alone?" He said. "Oh, I'm not alone. I just got off from remembering my oldest brother's charity event, whom my older brother hosted it." She said.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He looked at her and touching her uper thigh. Lila feels this strong feeling, either she wants him or she scared of him. She's not very sure of those feelings, why would she scared of him? so far, this man is so good to her, and polite.

"Thank you," Lila said, touch Lalo's hand back, "It was a year ago tho." She continued. "Thank you again for this" She said.

"No problem, Anytime." He said, "I was about to call you tonight, asking to go out to this realllyyy good restaurante." He said again.

"I would loved to. But, I've got to work tonight." She said.

"Ahhh, as a doctor isn't it?" He looked at her and smiling.

"Yes." She chuckles, "Bien, doctor. I'm gonna take you out tomorrow." He said, it sounds like a demand not a question.

"Of course." When she saw the backseat she can see lots of stuff, a telescope, a picnic tablecloth, snacks, beers cooler, a notebook, and a rope. Weird?

"I see you've been on picnic this morning?" She said. Lalo who has been focuses to the road, he looks at Lila with a slightly a confusion and then realized.

"Oh, yea, yea. I was visiting my Tío earlier, he's on a treatment on the elderly house something like that. And I thought I took him to see the fresh air, enjoying the green grass for a while." He then smiled at her.

"Oh, I see." She said smiling then looked up at the window.

***

Here they are now at her apartement. Lalo insist to take the stuff into her place. Well, maybe then he don't even need to ask Nacho to find out where she lives. He helpes her moves the couch, brings the sofas, and etc. It looked already like they are moving in together.

"Thank you once again, Lalo. I couldn't done it without you." She said wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"No problem. Now would you look at it? It's goddamn bonita!" He said laughing.

"Yes, it is. Better make it comfortable enough, because I might stay here longer than I thought." She smiles at him.

"So, do you want a lemonade or I can make you some coffee?" Offer Her. Lalo take a sit on the new red couch. It shapes almost like a heart. It's really beautiful he helped her pick some of these.

"Lemonade would be fine." He said to her, she nodded and going to the kitchen.

Lalo look around the room, There's only 1 bedroom, and 1 bathroom, Living room is enough for 5 people and so. He saw there's a window on the bathroom. He looked at the pictures, the people in this pictures are all Lila and he assumes her girl friends from college. He saw nothing about her parents or even brothers.

This girl has been on his mind ever since they met. Lalo never saw such a pretty girl like her before. The dimples on her pink cheeks when she smiled bright up the room whenever she was in. She's pure. She has golden of a heart. She honest. So far. He really likes her.

"There you go." Lila bought 2 glass of lemonade. He took it, "Gracias." She smiled, "De nada."

They sat on the couch next to each other. He took a sip and then pointing at a picture of her and her friends from college.

"Are they your friends?" He ask

"Yes, It was when we were freshmen. Best day of our lives." She said smiling at him.

"Who is that the guy next to you? The one that touching your head?"

"Oh. Umm, That's my ex. Ted." He can feel her sadness all of sudden. "I just broke up with him a couple of months ago. He's umm... He's uh."

Lalo put his glass down, and taking her hand into his hands. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me." He said.

She feels safe around him.

She looked at his brown eyes, "Thank you." She said.

She can feels his warm hand on her thighs now, she didn't know if this like a friendly thing or what. She's not sure what she felt. Is it a lust or safe.

Then suddenly She kissed him right in the face. The first time he didn't even react. She pulled away.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I—I shouldn't just kissed you like that." She realized Lalo smiling at her and then grab her neck, deep kissing her mouth.

It was passionate. Full of Lust. But, respect is also there. God, what the hell just happened. She met this guy 2 times only, and 6 days ago! It's also been a while since she had sex.

Lalo kissed her neck down to her breast. The sounds slipped away from her mouth. She can feels Lalo smiling against her skin. He liked when he had those controls on women. It made him powerful.

His kissed now goes down on her right thigh, Lalo kneeled down the couch. "Please, Lalo." She moaned.

She shouldn't fucking do this. This is fucking wrong. This guy is a stranger. What if he's some of a fucking cold blooded killer?

But, she can stop. She doesn't want to stop.

He pulled down her jeans, and her panty. "Muy bien, Cariño." He said when he looked at her white lace panty.

Slowly, he lick her entrance.

Felt like heaven.

Hus tongue. His mouth. His beard and mustache tickling her fruit. She can't help moaning and laughing a little.

Then suddenly the phone ringing. Making both Lalo and Lila jumped out of the couch.

"Puta madre." He curse

"Fuck!" She looked down at him, "This is a good view," She said, and Lalo laughs.

She pick the phone from the table besides her, "Hello?" Her heavy breath is so loud.

"Lila? What are you doing? Are you okay?" It's Jimmy.

"I..Umm..I run from the dog." She said, she looked at Lalo, smiling and mouthing 'Naughty girl' to her.

"What's up, Jimmy?"

"I did it. I fucking did it! It'sallgoodman!"

"Wait what?"

"Your bro did it yo!"

"Oh my god! Congrats! Listen I'm so happy for you, But i've got some business here, I'll call you back!" Before Jimmy answered it, she hang uo the phone.

Lalo walked to her, his leg make a gesture and closing Lila's leg one by one. "Save thaf for me later, Cariño." He said.

"I've got some works to do. I'll come back tonight." He said

She's still blushing, her core is aching, wanting for more. "Okay." She said.

Lalo gets closer and kiss her lip passionately. God, this man.

He let go, "See you, tonight." He said and go.

Fuck. What the fuck.

This is ain't be a long relationshio. This is just a one night stand! It's fine!

Lila trying to convince herself.

Chapter 2 is done, baby! Give all of your thoughts about it. If you want to be tagged on my series of Lalo Salamanca you can messages me so you'll know every update of this series! Thank you! Enjoy!

[tivalon]

In need for a break

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Author's note: It's been 14 years since I last wrote a fanfic, but sometimes things just have to get out of your system. Please be kind, I'm neither a native speaker nor a proificient writer. <3 I hope you enjoy it!

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It was a calm and snowy day in Ishgard. Tivalon enjoyed his rare visits in his old home city. Melancholy filled his heart with every step, as he had so many bitter memories of this place. He leaned against a stone pillar and closed his eyes, when a familiar voice caught his attention.

„You have lost weight again, haven’t you?“

„Uncle!“

Tivalon stared angrily at the elder Elezen who appeared behind a building, then looked away unnerved. What a welcome.

„I shouldn’t be surprised. Your constant meddling with world affairs takes its toll after all. Look at you. You look like your own father!“ Though Tivalon’s uncle was not wrong, his brusque way of lecturing him upset him more than it should have. „Uncle Etienne, this is none of your business! Shall I leave the world in shambles, shall I look away when there are people in need?“ But inside he knew his uncle was right. Tivalon looked way more worn out than an Elezen his age should. Hells, his uncle looked way younger than him, and he was twenty years older!

Etienne started his ramblings again. „What would your parents think …“ he couldn’t finish his sentence. As rare as it was, Tivalon snapped at his elder. „What would they think, yes. If they were still here. If you had not left them to die!“

That was a unfair, and Tivalon knew that. „Uncle, I … I’m sorry. I know you were not to blame.“ He looked desperate, shocked by his own words. Slowly he turned his head at the elder Elezen. Etienne could not be mad at his nephew. Guilt was his companion since the day his sister and her husband died. And he knew all too well how much the children must have suffered from their loss. Etienne had been young and unexperienced at that time, freshly recruited to the city guards. There was not much he could have done when the attack hit the city. „It’s okay. I also feel your loss.” Awkward silence filled the air between the two men. The uncle broke the silence again. “I … I am proud of you. I really am. How could I not, we all owe you our lives. But I can’t say that I approve of you constantly straining yourself. Or of your company. It seems you have found a new family, isn’t that so? That boisterous samurai catboy and his assembly of misfits.“

„They are my friends, my family even! Ahtares might be a flamboyant good for nothing poser, but he has a good heart. And an exceptional skill when it comes to find good people. Sure, they are a bit special, but all of them are trustworthy friends.“ Well, they surely had a habit of getting into trouble frequently, especially after long party nights. He had to bail most of them out of jail a few times this month, the Maelstrom officers knew his face and his purse quite well now. But Tivalon loved all of those lunatics dearly.

Etienne smirked. „I see. You found a flock to tend to. But since when have you followed that red mage catboy’s beliefs? Have you not been a truthful paladin? You have made a habit of following stray cats it seems.“ That was more than enough fot Tivalon to lose his temper. „Don’t you dare say ill about master X’rhun! He has a pure heart, an unwavering will, and is a master of his trait! And I will not tolerate anyone who crosses my friends and family. When did you last care about anyone but yourself? Besides, a have more than one profession, as you should know.“

The fire was lit again in Tivalon’s eyes. Good. The sly Elezen laughed, finally the gloom that had surrounded his nephew was gone. „That’s more like you. I do not intend to throw dirt on your master. Or your guild, call them what you like. But look at you. You are so unnerved. When did you last lose your composure so fast? Grant yourself a break. You deserve it. And you need it.“ 

Tivalon paused. He was right. And though his uncle was a stubborn, arrogant, high and mighty Ishgardian brat sometimes, his heart was at the right spot.

„I  … I’ll do.“ Tivalon looked away, he didn’t need to see the smug grin on his uncle’s face. „Very well. I shall take my leave. Greet your sister from me. And your cousins, should you be so lucky to run into them. You are always welcome at my house. All of you.“

Etienne smiled. He was proud of his sister’s children, even if he had a hard time showing it. Tivalon bowed, and returned the smile. He loved his family, after all. All of them.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I know you're gonna say don't apologize but I'm going to apologize anyways, so sorry if this is weird but; I've always adored cannablism and everything with it, and part of me has wanted to start adding it in a sense to my own rewrite, but the only place in which I feel it fots would be with Shad (who basically losses his soul and becomes a thoughtless beast) or Esmund (who is driven mad by his own hunger for power [literally and metaphorically]), so I guess I'm just asking if those seem cool or workable?

Again aorry if this is weird or somethin. :<

Tw, cannibalism

You’re correct. I will say not to apologise. But I’m also gonna say thanks bc I love being given an excuse to discuss cannibalism.

Those work really well. I like to apply it to all of the divine, due to magic lore and the fact that I think they all slowly became corrupt and began thinking of themselves as above those they were intending to serve, the people, so I will support most divine cannibalism HCs.

If you ever want to, you can always discuss it with me further if you just want help ironing things out or getting reassurance, I’ve kinda become the cannibalism guy of the fandom so I might as well take advantage of my position.

And honey, you’re talking to someone who just called themself the cannibalism guy, I think you should be a little less worried about coming across as weird here.

[loudstan]

I know it was me who tell you to post the fic and make a whole ted talk about it and make a whole analysis about the other guys but dam girl

I was crying, i was gasping i felft so bad about lele and i feel so much sympathy for y/n and the the PLOT WITH SOWNGA (IM SORRY I DONT KNOW WHO TO WEITE HIS NAME THAT BROKE MY HEART LOUD OKAY IS THIS THE SING I NEED TO STAND ATTEZ?????)

and the end, omg HE KNEW THINGS AND THAT MADE MAD FOR A REASON THE CAPTAIN SURELY IS THE CAPTAIN FOR A DAMN REASON

And then jisung crying and being so scared fot Chenel 😭😭😭😭 and kun OMG QIAN KUN WHEN I CATCH YOU MAN i was crying really bad and then he just went like "Yeah 🧐 i even send you 🫵 postales 🫥" amd i giggle

I was a little conflicted with the chenle and siren at the hotel part at the end and the silence spell and kind the whole situation but girl!!!!! I have the biggest reader blog bc depression is taking the best (and worst) of me but this is what i was missing about reading, the emotions the surprises the conflicted feelings the hate and love, damn , Loud I even wanna go back to write myself and am crying really hard because i feel i give up on living and writing was something i been attached since i was 9 and i dropped bc that atupid sick i have (honestly my depression cant fuck off) Yeah, i definitely gonna go back to writing hshs my therapist needs to hear about this.

Always is a pleasure.

This was the captain the entire fic

If writing is something that brings you joy then you should definitely give it a try! I only started with this blog but even if it’s not a ‘serious’ hobby it’s fun and I like doing it. If my angsty stories made you want to go back to one of your passions then I’m glad I posted them

Life kinda sucks sometimes, I know that, but I think that it’s the little things what make it worth living. Keep being strong and do more of what you love!

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

The first bite is entirely 100% deserved. Some rich idiot kept trying to flirt with the owner, trying to get the place closed in favor of building some spoiled brat ANOTHER Hero Agency.

And, EXCUSE YOU! That's Danny's emotional support mom-adjacent Person. Naturally he's going to Interrupt. Oopsie! Ma, there's some Absolutely Urgent Bullshit that needs your Undivided Attention!

And, you know...Danny tries not to ask for help. Poor kid came pre-traumatized, you see. Sorry, Mr. Scumbag, she'll have to reschedule this talk for later.

But, of course, spoiled rich brats never take no for an answer. Guy plants his hand fully on Danny's face and pushes him away. Leave him to his devious ways, Child (said with contempt).

So what is Danny to do if not Bite? He's got baby fangs For A Reason.

Guy has to be shipped to the E.R to stitch up his entire hand. The local feral raccoon dug his teeth into his hand VERY DEEP. Like, deep enough for nerve damage to be a concern, Deep.

They have it on camera. Rich Fuck being mean for no reason to a traumatized child. A Hero never does that. The gall of this man!

Danny gets headpats and clingy toddlers worrying if he's ok. His teeth are a little pink from the blood, but he's all shoujo sparkles. He's fine, Ms. Part-time Mom is fine, the Museum stays open. He's good!

Just...you know. Can he use your basement? He's gonna mad science himself a Supply of Fento Anti-Creep sticks. Can't accuse him of using a Quirk, if he uses a metal bat instead :)

Excuse you Mr. Lie Detector, sir, but his Quirk makes him able to go through walls and be invisible.

No, he doesn't have a Fanged Quirk, those were always there! You see, ever since his powers started developing, his teeth also started changing! (Technically not a lie, which Good Enough, says Tsukauchi's Quirk).

He was sent to live with his new Kinda-mom, while his actual Mom and Dad settle things back home, and he's just defending His People and his home from creeps wanting to take it away.

Why all the questions? He's just a poor little meow meow, just a bastard wet cat of a boy, he's Going To Cry ;^;

Later, the Museum Director asks him to never emotionally manipulate a Police Officer again. That was disturbingly convincing.

And yes, Danny has So Much Passion for the subject, that he continuously draws in little kids and their parents, who are lured in by this unhinged teenager, wildly gesticulating while bouncing all over the place, and still managing to give a more coherent tour than the last guide.

And did you know...don't tell anyone this, but Danny has tasted a nebula before. Leans in real close to a whole classroom of Very Interested Kids and starts whispering like he's telling a secret.

It tastes like raspberries!

The kids don't care if he's lying or not because IT TASTES LIKE WHAT?! How?!?!?!

So of course, danny rambles on. Chemical composition and rotation periods, and the birth of stars. And did you know the moon always has the exact same side facing Earth? Because it's rotation and translation period happen at the same time: 27 days for both of them! It's like trying to walk around your friend, and every little step you take you turn just a little towards them!

One such tour ended with an entire class of kids falling asleep on the pillow of the projector room, a star chart lighting up the ceiling. Danny wakes up to two brave kids drawing on his face, playing connect-the-fot with his freckles and matching them to the stars above.

Naturally, worried parents wanna intervene, but the Museum Staff snort and tell them it's ok. Meanwhile, Danny has two squirming kids under his arms like they're sacks of flour. His face is still all covered in the drawn constellations.

They take a group photo like that. Danny, his two little captives, and the others all leaning into their New Favorit Role Model. The photo goes up on the wall, and Danny is happy as can be. He got to ramble about Space, made a Visible Difference for a bunch of kids, and got head ruffles and praise from the parents.

That is one Happy Danny.

There's a whole WALL covered in cork, specifically so Danny can use it to pin the photos of every tour. To every kid that he can inspire to Love Space just a little bit. So many little future scientists, so many minds that enter His Place fixated on Punching Other People, and leave with a little space in their hearts made in the shape of Danny the Tour Guide, who taught them about space, and nebulas, and so many things they didn't know about!!!!

What do you mean, Heroes are what it's about? Come here Child, and let Danny teach you about everything that's Out There.

Nezu wants him as a Teacher when he's a little older. He's making a great difference in their community. More than most Heroes. His Passion and Knowledge have no comparison. No price that will buy him or the Museum people he's adopted as his Aunts and Uncles.

Danny is irrevocably One of Them. And he'll do his damnedest to make sure these kids learn to love science, and appreciate the Universe.

Okay but? We of the DPxDC? Are COMPLETELY Sleeping on DPXBNHA?

And not even for the Main Plot Shenanigans!

Just?? It has ALL of DC's super powers? But MORE OF THEM. And like 80% of the population has um! Danny can?? Finally achieve his DREAM of being???

JUST SOME DUDE™!

Yeah, he's in Japan. That's a bit of a learning curve. And YEAH, there was a cataclysmic war like a few centuries back that sorta... fucked everybody up. No one wants to talk about it. There may be mass graves and Never Forget memorials. But?

On the SURFACE!

This place seems utopian!

No ghost hunters! Advanced technology! Robust social services*!

Wait... what was that asterisk? What do you mean "corrupt shadowy government organizations"? What do you MEAN "Immortal Supervillians"? NO SPACE PROGRAM!?!? AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH?!?!? I'M IN HELL!!! This is ACTUALLY THE BAD PLACE, THIS IS HELL, OH GOD NOOOOOOO-!!!!!!

Cause see?

There are SO MANY REASONS he'd end up there?

Think about it! Wish that he lived somewhere his weird biology wouldn't exclude him from becoming an astronaut? In Quirks having Bnha Japan EVERYBODY has weird biology! Y'ain't special! You could TOTALLY be an astronaut!..... if we HAD those! We do not. Shut down that program during the Quirk Wars and never really started it again. (And somewhere, Desiree LAUGHS)

Or MAYBE? Things are getting a little hot on the ground? Bit TOO spicy. The Family Fenton and Friends have fallen back, behind the barely holding shields. Not even the Mansons considerable political maneuvering could stop the inevitably of human fear and blind unthinking hatred. Money can't buy everything, in the end. There is only ONE(1) way out.

Through the Zone.

Plan: Strangers In A Strange World is a go.

They're all Limnal enough to fake it. Sam with her plants. Tucker with his technology and persuasion. Jazz with her limited empathy. Their parents with their... well, weirdness. And with a touch of ghostly assisted meddling? Well, they've always BEEN there! Haven't they?

And that's not to MENTION the random 4 year olds with no control! JUST coming into their powers! With all those big emotions in tiny bodies? Startling events and tantrums? Villian attacks? What could THEY possibly hope to do to control or guide that fresh new power? It does what it does and the rest of us are just along for the ride!

If Danny happens to be minding his business and gets accidentally kidnapped by a VERY distraught 4 year old? Well, that's hardly the KIDS fault, now is it? They're FOUR! That is basically a toddler! Tiny child! They are upset, confused, and didn't mean to do ANYTHING. He's a hero. And Heros don't blame little kids from accidents, no matter HOW stressed it makes them.

No, the curse like a sailor INSIDE their head. Like an ADULT.

Just? Imagine~☆

The slow transition from *starry eyed shoujo sparkles* "This is SO COOL~!" to "huh, that's... kinda weird. And Sus. Weird Sus. Maybe nothing... oh! A distraction!" To "okay, this KEEPS happening, that was shady. You all saw that right? You realize that's not NORMAL, right? That that's fucked up? Not cool?" To "oh god, oh God, OH GOD! I'm in HELL! This is actually HELL! I'm trapped in HELL!!! WHAT THE FUC-"

Like? This kid LOVES space. LOVES the stars. And this is one of the few Superhero Cannon that SPECIFICALLY MENTIONS that IN CANNON? Thanks to Quirks? As in Superpowers? That VERY THING got fuckin SCRAPPED. Gutted. Consigned to be a relic of the past so they could all focus on punching each other Real Good.

He would weep BLOOD. Chew the WALLS. The LEVEL of unhinged this child would unleash? Not as Danny Phantom... but as DANNY J. FENTON? Beautiful. Vaguely psychotic. Definitely doing the Fenton Name proud. God, the NOISE HE WOULD MAKE would be inhuman and yet somehow? Come entirely from his human half.

They👏 Would👏 Hear👏 BOSS👏 MUSIC👏

I don't even know if he'd CARE about the main characters. They'd be tangential at best. The man would be in a one man war with I-Island over their lack of space program and hoarding of scientific progress. Probably living out of an abandoned building or forgotten subway station. Just? The MOST bedraggled, feral genius to ever haunt Japan.

As opposed to the REFINED feral genius. Who is Nedzu.

I bet Danny stands outside his school at one AM waving his scientific papers at a camera and YELLS. Like a deranged lunatic. Mismatched slippers and a "haven't slept in a week" crazed glint in his eyes.

He's Nedzu's new best friend. They GET each other.

And, yes, Nedzu COULD let him in... but it's faster to just let him yell and read the papers through the camera. Who CARES if they both seem insane! Let's shout about advanced physics and engineering at 1 am! Over the speakers!!! Oh? You need to physically SHOW me the notes? Well I COULD unlock the gates... OR just wait for you to finish scrambling up the walls like a feral Racoon, to then throw yourself OVER them.

Either, Or.

I'm just SAYING! We are SLEEPING on this! There is so, SO much fun to be had! Danny breaks rules and minds! His outrage over injustice and the complete lack of SPACE! His protection instincts going BUCK FUCKIN WILD. The INDESCRIBABLE hate boner he would have for Mr. "Lemme just rip parts of your soul out so I can collect your powers like pokemon cards" AfO.

There? Is SO MUCH, guys. SO MUCH!

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation

[hello-nichya-here]

Depressed Azula telling Ursa/Zuko that her being born was a mistake. Their reactions? If Mai and Ty Lee heard her say this while they still hadn’t forgiven her, Ty Lee would probably stay silent but her face would turn somber, she would feel sorry for her. And Mai… well, for some reason the first thing that comes to my mind is Mai saying “yeah no shit” even though she wouldn’t say that. Even if she’s absolutely enraged with Azula, at one point or another, Mai loved and had genuine fun with Azula. So if Azula wasn’t born Mai’s life would be so different. Probably an arranged marriage or something like that.

I keep thinking about something like “Azula and Mai reconciliation arc” or just an arc that is devoted mainly to Azula and Mai’s relationship. And that this arc would take place during Azula’s redemption/recovery/her own arc. Azula would be furious with Mai too. Because imo she always shared a deeper connection with Mai than she did with Ty Lee. I don’t mean to undermine her relationship with Ty Lee though. It’s not like Ty Lee would forgive and start trusting Azula right away. It’d take time fot both of them to understand one another’s issues and accept one another’s perspective. Especially for Azula. 

***

Ursa would immediately get in “Protective, deeply regretful mama that will kill and eat anyone that says a single bad thing about her suffering baby” mode, while Zuko would go “Panicking older brother with conflicting emotions about the little sister he can’t help but love despite years of brainwashing” mode.

I doubt Mai would be that harsh on Azula - or be harsh on her at all. At most, Mai’s gonna hide that she feels bad for her. She might still be mad at her, hold a few grudges and be hesitant to get too close again, but she still loves Azula.

I don’t think Azula had a deeper connection with either of them, just like they didn’t have a deep connection with each other than with Azula. They’re all very different from each other, so naturally their bonds “feel” different. They’re one of the few “girl clicks” that I actually believe all genuinely care for each other and that they all get something out of their friendship. If it weren’t for Ozai’s influence, they’d probably never have a falling out - and even then I just don’t buy that they won’t be friends again eventually.

[purpleirisflower]

I don’t know what possessed me, since I’m not very active in social media, but about a month ago I made myself a TikTok account. In general I feel too old fot the app, but recently I discovered  Harry Potter related content. To my disappointment and surprise I saw quite many (at least on my feed) pro Bellatrix, pro Voldemort, pro House Black, pro Marauders and anti Snape stuff. I don’t mind role playing. 

What bothers me is that so many like to label Severus Snape as a bad guy, not bothering to understand his complex character. I don’t think that Snape is a pleasant person, someone I’d like to hang out based on a mere first expression. I agree he was mean to some of students, but I did’t felt that strong about since I grew up in early 2000s in an ex-Soviet country where majority of teachers were old and mean. I remember a teacher called one the girl in my class a ‘gypsy’ and another one told a boy he should be sent to another school where the imbeciles are. Those are just a couple of examples that I can shoot right away. Perhaps I don’t agree with some of his teaching methods, but com’on, non of the Hogwarts professors had any degree in teaching :D Plus he was very depressed individual, who probably didn’t want to be a professor anyway. 

But back to the topic. He was not a bad person. He was able to love and care and show a great loyalty to people. There are plenty of posts analysing his love for Lily and how he cared about Dumbledore, Harry, McGonagall etc. Sadly, the book is written only by the point of view of Harry. I’d like to see the story from the other angles. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see it through the eyes of Hermione, Bill Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Lupin, Snape, Mad-eye Moody, Tonks or even Dolores Umbridge?

We don’t have much information on most of the deatheaters to say that they completely rotten people, except the Voldemort himself and Bellatrix of course.

When it comes to Marauders. I don’t think they were evil, but I don’t like them. They were bullies. Maybe James Potter and Lupin really did grow up and regretted their past behaviour, but Sirius was still in his thirties a brat. I have sometimes thought why are there so many Marauders’ fans. And the reasons might be that they’re a merry group of friends who are praised by generally positive characters like Dumbledore, Hagrid and McGonagall. There are the father and godfather of the main character, so they have to be good. They belong to the house of the main good guys and the two ringleaders are described as handsome. But still I don’t understand why are they more likable than Severus Snape?

If you have any thoughts, please don’t be shy!

PS! Sorry, but English is not my first language.

[egrets-not-regrets]

AHAHAHHAHHAHHAAHHAHA!!! OMG! Sure I’ll let you get treated by our most senior Apothecary, says Cedric. That was amazing! Yes! Sic Hura on those annoying entitled dunderheads! Though I feel a teensy bit sorry fot Miles. Not only Hura is chaos aligned, he is also a Death Guard of all legions! Oh you better believe Zimmer and his group will be nice and polite the next time they end up at the clinic. I can’t stop giggling. Go take your lunch Cedric! It is well deserved! And I hope Hura gets a good laugh out of this too.

Also, trying to steal Petras’ special candies? Miles, you crazy. Also with how fast this guy gets mad; don’t you think that there’s something wrong there?

Injuries and Boundaries

Author's note: this is the next fic in Cedric's adventures in the husbandry AU! Thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me borrow Hura! first. previous. next

tagged:  @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34

warnings: corporal punishment, wound treatment, blood

Summary: More injured Black Templars show up at the clinic causing trouble. Cedric's asked to help wrangle and treat them.

"Cedric... We've got more feral injured Black Templars who refused to be treated by anyone but another Son of Dorn. Do you mind taking them? Normally we'd have them wait, but all five of them are actively bleeding, and their sergeant is really twitchy." Misty, one of the human aides who worked in the Astartes-run medical clinic that Cedric worked in asked. "We've managed to herd them into one of the larger exam rooms, but they're still very tightly wound up. "

Cedric heaved a sigh, shaking his head a little. This was the second group of badly injured Black Templars who've shown up in the clinic within a month. This did not bode well, especially as it seems as though multiple Black Templar warbands seem to be gathering near or in this city for... Throne knew what reason. "I'll tend to them. Just let me finish my lunch real quick. It shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

"Thank you, Cedric." The medical assistant answered, sagging gratefully in relief before leaving. 

The young apothecary glanced around the room, double checking that no one else was around before vox-calling Ramiel "There are more injured Feral Black Templars in the clinic. Please warn our older Bruders and encourage our fellow Primaris marines to keep away from the base until this city is clear."

"... Sure, but what about you, Cedric? You should either hunker down with one of our older brothers, or ask Apothecary Hura if he has a mission out of the city that he'd like you to complete as a favor or something." Ramiel responded, a frown on his face "I'm still on the chaplains' retreat, but I know that you're not safe right now. You're going to get yourself to safety, right?"

"I'll be careful, and if I can't be careful, I will be smart, You don't need to worry, Rami. I'll be fine. Remember, we figured out that I survived the longest Back There, of the five of us. I didn't even get killed to be sent back to Ancient Terra." Which was a damn sight better than his fellow Primaris marines. "But I've got antsy patients to deal with. Be sure to message bruders Roland and Arnault they need to know, if they don't know already." He suspected that Roland and Arnault were exiled from many of the Black Templar Crusades because of them embracing their bonds with their mortals... And despite the fact that the bonds were warp-creations, those bonds and their humans made them so happy, brought out the best in both of them. Why shun them for it? It made no sense to Cedric.

"I will... but I will also tell them that you're treating feral templars who might hurt you if they take a notion! So they will make sure that you are safe too!" Ramiel growled out, and he could hear the stubborn glare on the other's face.

"Honestly, I am fairly safe within the clinic. I am one shout away from dozens of well-trained first-born cousins who won't hesitate to sedate and restrain a rampaging Cousin." Cedric sighed before ending the vox-call with Ramiel. He really hoped that the stubborn Justicar didn't rile up their older brothers. Roland and Arnault could get very protective when the mood struck. 

Cedric knocked on the closed door to the exam room that the older Black Templars had been brought into, waiting for a moment before entering the room, closing the door behind himself as he took in the sight before him. 

Three of the firstborn Black Templars were pacing around the examination room in a standard patrol cycle, while the other two were sitting on the exam room table, leaning into each other with their eyes closed, breathing shallowly.

Cedric could smell the coppery tang of blood in the air, saw the tense, tight ways that these older brothers were holding themselves and knew that each of them was in a tremendous amount of pain. He asked "Would any of you like something for the pain you are in? I will need to treat your wounds, which is going to hurt more. I have both spray-on pain reducers which may be applied to the wounds you have directly, depending on what kind of wounds you have, injectable pain killers, or a pill to take orally. Do you have preferences, if any?"

The five firstborn templars stopped what they were doing and looked him over silently for several long, and awkward feeling eternities (which was probably closer to a minute, perhaps two, but it felt as if they dragged their silent appraisal of him for so very long). The Sergeant stepped forward and slightly to the right, blocking Cedric's view of the two sitting on the medical table. "I am Sergeant Alois Zimmer of the Sprechembriech Crusade. Identify yourself, Apothecary." His well-muscled arms were crossed defensively over his chest. He had a large blade sheathed on his left hip, a bolter on the right. 

"I am Cedric, an Apothecary of the Black Templars." The Primaris marine stated. Technically he was also supposed to identify that he was both an apprentice and a Primaris Marine during this formal declaration but these firstborn brothers were wound very tightly. He didn't recognize these older brothers, and there was a high likelihood that they would have no idea what a Primaris was. They would, however, recognize that he was an apprentice and might start asking all sorts of obnoxious questions, which would delay their treatments and getting out of Cedric's hair before Arnault showed up, blade in hand and glaring at everyone who moved because Ramiel had wound up the Emperor's Champion. Again.

"Which Crusade are you part of?" Zimmer asked, looking him over closely "And where is your armor? Also... We aren't soft enough to need pain meds. Start patching up the two on the table."

"Came to Ancient Terra without any, as I was brought here in my sleeping clothes. I'm not part of an established Crusade. I haven't been on Ancient Terra long enough." Cedric answered, grabbing a wound repair kit from the cabinet and slowly approaching the two injured brothers on the exam table, not wanting to startle anyone. He opened the kit. It was unlikely that he was going to be part of one of the roving warbands of feral Black Templars. He liked having regular contact with his fellow Primaris Marines, and he sincerely doubted that he would be allowed to interact with two probable-outcasts. Even if one of them is an Emperor's Champion. "I got found by an Ultramarine and brought to the nearby Imperial Fist base and have been in this city ever since."

"That is some Lamenters level luck there, Brother." One of the other firstborn brothers calls out, before dodging the sergeant's reprimanding swat from Zimmer. 

Cedric very carefully did not react as he pulled up one of the older Black Templar's shirts, revealing that his back was a mess of bleeding flogging markings, and the characteristic bruising and claw-marks of a mark 9 power fist.

"Quiet, Illus. No need to wind up the lad." Zimmer looked at him steadily for a couple of seconds before asking "From the look on your face, I am guessing you know the kinds of wounds all of us are suffering from. It was not our Chaplain who inflicted these wounds, and our Crusade Leader ordered us to get treatment. Are you willing to patch us up, or should we wait for the Fist Apothecary they've summoned from the base?"

"I'll treat your wounds. I do have a question, though. If this wasn't ordered by your chaplain, nor the leader of your crusade, how did you come by these wounds?" Cedric asked, biting back panic and nausea, his hands rock-steady as he treated their wounds one at a time, and step by step. Check, clean, bandage. Rinse and repeat, until every injury on each of the five marines was properly treated to.

"Miles here ran afoul of a different Crusade's chaplain when he swiped one of the little sweet treats that the bastard had a whole bag of. He was about to eat it when the chaplain appeared out of fucking nowhere and started screaming his bloody head off. Miles gave back the treat and tried to apologize, but Petras wasn't having any of it and started beating the shite out of him. Jamison and Illus tried to step in and got beat for their trouble. Neval voxxed me before distracting the furious fucker to keep the others from beaten until they couldn't move. By Him on Terra I've never seen a chaplain that furious before that fast. Ever."

Cedric couldn't help the full-body flinch that Petras in a temper provoked from him as an automatic reaction. Nor the momentary cringe as his body wanted to curl around itself defensively. He shook off the response and continued treating the injured. "He is... Very possessive of his food and gets highly aggressive, from what I remember of him. Especially of fast carbs like sugary sweets. That was before we were both brought to Ancient and Holy Terra... not that I think he is aware I am here."

"Ah. So you're from the same time period he is? If I had Brothers from the same time here on Ancient Terra, I'd seek them out. No offense to you lads, but it'd be nice to have Brothers like that with me, as a grounding force." Illus piped up, his eyes wide.

"Chaplain Petras is... Not someone whom I would call grounding or reassuring." Cedric's mouth said before he could stop himself. "Besides there's a good chance the he'd-" Nope, shutting that line of thought down right now. "Let's just say that he and I don't get along very well."

"Given that he's a heavy hand with punishment and your entire life's purpose is to keep us patched up and in fighting shape, I can imagine." The sergeant sighed, shaking his head a little. 

"That's not the primary reason we don't get along, although that's part of it. Do you have any neophytes or aspirants in your warband?" Cedric asked, trying to project a sense of calm that he did not at all feel.

Hura and Zariel had talked with him, and near him about patterns of behavior in certain kinds of older brothers and cousins. And how these behaviors, for good or ill, could, and often did, spill over to how they reacted on Ancient Terra. Just because Petras favored killing- or nearly killing Primaris Marines that are between Neophyte to Battle Brother age, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t go after First Borns of the same age range. Or- so that thought suddenly seized Cedric with a cold, terrifying clarity.’Is that what they had been hinting at?’

"... Why are you asking that? We're looking for a couple of Apprentice-aged Black Templars, as a matter of fact. From what we've heard, they're being held hostage somewhere. Probably in one of the chaos bases, those foul bastards. We do have a couple, why do you ask?" Illus asked, eyes narrowing a little.

"Because he killed a dozen of Apprentices who were not found in need of culling due to disobedience, chaos-taint or xenos-worship. But merely because he was in a foul mood and they happened to be in his furious path." Cedric warned him "Do not allow him access to your youngest members without supervision with the ability and will to intervene on their behalf."

"That... That's... That's a hell of a thing to accuse any brother of, much less a chaplain, boy. Do you have proof?" Alois spluttered, staggering back a half step, his dark eyes widening in horror.

"... Four of the apprentices he beat to death in the 41st millennium ended up on Holy Terra, mostly dead. I was able to respond in time and get them to treatment for two of them so that they survived the experience. The other two died in my arms. Again. I brought them to the base so that their bodies could be properly processed and their geneseed and intact organs stored, for later use." Cedric answered, fighting back the tears and the bitter taste of failure in his mouth. "Between the three of us, we have enough physical scars left from his heavy-handed punishments to get him censured at least, should we come forward. If he were to be prosecuted."

"What do you mean, if? What, do you think because his alleged crimes were committed Before, that he wouldn't be punished for it? Or because he technically was punished by it - leading to him being sent to Ancient and Holy Terra - he wouldn't be punished here? And how do I know that he wasn't culling unworthy-" The Sergeant started to speak.

"So you and the five brothers you brought into this clinic to be treated fully deserved the punishment that Chaplain Petras handed to you, did you?" Cedric asked. "In the 41st millennium, it is standard post-punishment procedure for those with the injuries to tend to their own wounds, without medical aid or intervention. To heal on their own, or fester if they are deemed unworthy in the eyes of the Emperor Himself to heal properly. So which is it, sergeant? Are you seeking treatment for wounds you received after being justly punished and thus are seeking to undo it? Or were you punished excessively by a chaplain with a heavy hand?"

"What happened to us, versus what happened to your fellow Apprentices could be two completely different situations" Zimmer protested, his eyes narrowing a little at Cedric as he spoke. 

Cedric resisted the temptation to growl at the older Black Templar, righteous indignation and fury making it really difficult for him to think. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back "So you say. You have given me no proof that you and your squad were punished unjustly. The only thing I have to go on is your word. Per the traditions of our Chapter, I should kick you out of this examination room and report you to not just the captain you obey, but the chaplain whose punishment you are trying to circumvent by coming here for wound treatment."

“Sarge… Just… Call the captain. I’d rather you not piss off the only known Black Templar Apothecary within a hundred miles of this place. He can refuse to treat us, you do know that, right?” Miles groaned from where he was laying face down on the examination bed, his back a mess of bloody wounds, some of them still bleeding.

“He… You wouldn’t, would you?” Zimmer growled, taking a half-step towards Cedric before pausing. Even with the older Templar in the bottom half of his armor and Cedric fully unarmored, the young Apothecary was still a good foot and a half taller than the Sergeant.

“You come into this clinic, demanding to be seen by a Black Templar Apothecary or another Son Of Dorn, causing a huge scene and disrupting the schedule that some of our Ultramarine allies have carefully made. You inform me of who did this to you, and when I give you a warning about his likely temper and behaviors you disregard them out of hand. So whyever would you trust my medical opinions and suggestions?” Cedric hissed, doing his best to keep the fury and frustration out of his voice. “I have half a mind to leave the five of you here and get an older apothecary to handle you all, since clearly you won’t listen to a single thing I say if it’s not what you want to hear!”

“Fine then. I don’t want a brat who’s throwing a temper tantrum to treat me or my Brothers, anyways! You sure you aren’t an Emperor’s Child with short hair and blue eyes?” Zimmer hissed, glaring up at him “Because you sure tantrum like one!”

Don’t attack your patients, no matter how much they upset you unless they physically attack you first.

Is one of the rules that he had been told over and over again. Cedric had thought that this would be difficult to keep to when dealing with Chaos Astartes. Right now, all he wanted to do was to launch Zimmer through the window and wash his hands of the smug bastard Sargeant. Instead he stated “Fine then. I’ll get the senior-most Apothecary who is working at the clinic today. He isn’t a Son of Dorn, but he is very, very good at what he does.” His lips twitch a little in vicious mirth as he voxxed “Apothecary Hura, would you please come to Group Examination room Two please? I am having difficulties with a squad of injured Astartes and require your insight and expertise.”

The door opened without a sound, slowly revealing the oversized and clearly Chaos-aligned Death Guard Apothecary. Hura’s helmet was off and he smiled pleasantly at Cedric “I just so happened to be passing by this room when you called me, young Cedric. Dealing with unruly patients is a difficult skill to master, especially since they are in a group like this.”

“You’re joking. This is a threat. Look, kid I get that we may have -” Zimmer started, going very pale as he stared up at Hura, a look of slow-dawning horror on his face.

Hura interrupted the sergeant, saying “Ah-ah-ah! Bad and naughty patients don’t get to be treated by adorable young apothecaries doing their best to patch up ungrateful bastards. They get to deal with me.” This is said with a serene smile that sent terrified shivers through all five of the injured Templars simultaneously. 

“Hey… Uhm… Some… Some of us didn’t actively antagonize the younger medic and are hoping to maybe get patched up by him instead?” Miles asked, having slowly and painfully gotten up to his feet.

“I’ll deal with these five. You go on, and have your lunch. Shoo! You should be on-break anyways.” Hura instructed Cedric, having entirely ignored what the Black Templar had said. “Shoo! Taking appropriate breaks is important.”

Cedric nodded, smiling gratefully at Hura “Thank you, Apothecary Hura…Though are you sure I shouldn’t stay and assist you? I won’t be able to learn how to deal with difficult patients if I avoid them altogether.”

“A different time, young Cedric. They have already been quite bothersome and entitled by the way they burst into the waiting room and demanded immediate treatment by a specific set of chapters. They also need to learn that sometimes, there are consequences to their words and actions. And trying to treat patients while hungry is difficult. Go on, young one.”

“You… You’re not going to abandon us to him, are you? He’s a heretic! A Chaotic Traitor!” Illus called out, eyes wide and pleading as he looked at Cedric.

“Apothecary Hura has over ten-thousand years of medical experience, and is more than qualified to treat your injuries. You won’t listen to the warnings I gave you about the one who injured you like this, so why would you listen to me about how to care for your injuries?” Cedric answered, his voice an icy approximation of calm. “Thank you for taking over their care, Apothecary Hura, I leave them in your capable hands.” With that he turned on his heel and left the exam room, closing the door behind him.

[andromeda612]

Continuation...

Read part 1 here

"I-I I'm tired of this liying disease!" And the farewalls are there again.

And then her classmates look confused.

"What are you talking about?" Mylene is looking aware but less hostile than a few seconds before.

"Is a very rare condition, it makes me lie against my will, and well when in my old school my classmates found about it they started to bullying me, they were to cruel, and I was just to scared when I first come to Dupond, because I didn't want to live that hell again, so I never said anything, I know it was unfair but it was horrible and I'm still in theraphy fot that, and then Marinette discovered that I was lying and was so hostile about it and I just panicked, and it get worse when I'm under stress, and then this guy just call me out and I panicked again and just started to threw off all that ridiculous nosense and and I'm so sorry" again the liar is crying full force, the we-know-the-truth squad have to admit it, Lila is a very good actress.

Now, some of the class starts to soften, the girls the most, some still look confused but the anger is gone.

"Do you really can't help it?" Rose, sweet Rose asks looking more sympathetic

"I can't and I'm so sorry, this stupid disease had put me in too much trouble before, I just wanted to feel safe and make friends"

Rose, Mylene,Sabrina, Kim and Alya seems to buy it, the rest still look a little unsure

"You can talk to Principal Damocles, he knows about my condition, after all it was my illnes what got Marinette expelled, I'm so sorry Marinette I hope some day you can forgive me"

And with that the rest look convinced, and start to comfort her. She wins... oh boy! How WRONG she is!

Alix, Nathaniel, Marinette and Adrien look defeated, the liar gets away with no consequences again, but Marc just look unimpresed and a little bored, the game isn't over, time to his next move and Alya just give him the perfect push.

"Don't worry girl, Marinette hates liars but she didn't know that is not your fault, of course she forgives you, and she and Marc also apologize to you for making you scare, right guys?"

"I-I" Marinette doesn't know what to say, she doesn't want to apologize for something she didn't do, but she would look like the bad guy, her friends who know the truth give her worried looks, but then Marc makes his play.

"Marinette has no reason to forgive her or apologize, nor do I" his tone is calm and his demeanor is firm. His boyfriend, best friends and Adrien are surprised, Marc has some trick under the sleeve apparently.

"What? Did you not heard her? Is not her fault! Come on!" Marinette just pray that Alya would be spare of Marc's anger.

"There is not such a thing like a lying disease"

"But you heard her, is a rare condition and Principal Damocles knows about it, now you are being rude, Marc you are not like this!" Marc's patience is getting thiner and his face is showing it, he normally has a saint's patience but being in Mendeleiev's class makes you to develop a no-nosense character, and Marc is getting tired of this circus, our dear squad are at the edge knowing what a done Marc is capable of. Well most of them, Adrien honestly is getting scared, who would think that the little sunshine could be this intimidating?

"Yeah, I'm still wonder how is that Damocles bought that bullshit" every body froze, Marc never swore, even Chloe looks impresed. Marc is still speaking.

"I thought that you would try that, but honestly I wasn't expecting that you actually would use it, you are desperated, don't you?" And now he is using the silver tongue, his favorite three persons already have seen him like this, in the few ocasions that he gets this mad (insert anecdote about Marc beating the shit out of some random asshole that dared to upset Alix, you would read that once I post this on Ao3 and we get to that chapter)

The rest of the class? well, their jaws almost touch the floor, Marc, sweet and polite Marc just swore and now is being condescending?

"Wow, dude! Calm down, now you-" Nino tried to play moderator, but a single glare of a pissed off and so done Marc was enough to shut him up. The rest also winced for the glare, Was Marc always this scary? And Adrien now fears for his best bro's fate, lucky for him Lila is Marc's only target.

"Now let's get things straight, shall we? There is not a condition that makes you lie against your will, my proof? There is not a single study, academic paper, investigation or even a notice about it. And no, saying that you are the only case in the world is not excuse, quite the contrary actually, being the only case the scientific comunity would be doing lots of research about you, and you could always ask to remain anonymous, so that is not excuse either.

The only condition that involves lies is the pathological lying, but that would mean that you are aware of your lies, I'm sure Markov can confirm this with a quick research, Markov? Could you please?"

"On it!"

"Now, even if this illnes was real, that still doesn't explain the sheet answers or the necklace, or the fact that you were unharmed but somehow lying at the end of the stairs when Mari was expelled, it also doesn't explain why you were willingly let Marinette been seen as a bully just a moment before, or you were going to say that was all a big misunderstandig? Were you?" His voice is firm but calm, and his face remains stoic, Adrien can't help but think that Nathalie would be proud.

Now Lila is stunned too, this wretched boy just debunked her card to save face, and she didn't even had the chance to reply, the ravenette didn't let her say a word and every body is to nervous to try and interrumpt him.

Even Markov seems uneasy when he shyly (and even a little scared) interrumpts him.

"Eh, I just finished my research and according with the data, indeed there is not a disease that makes you lie against your will, I take some liberties and analyzed Lila's behaivor and what match with it is, as you said, pathological lying, but that means that she is aware of her actions and lies"

Just for a brief moment Marc came back to his sweet and gentile self "Thank you Markov" and then the scary and no-nosense Marc was back.

"So, Lila, that mean that you perfectly knew what you were doing when you lied to them. Care to explain?"

Lila was about to talk, already making an excuse, but Marc decided that honestly she just have one move left and it was not worth his time.

"Save it, I know, you just wanted to look cool and make friends or some garbage like that"

Well, actually yes, she was going to say something between that lines, damn it! Who is this guy?

"Well, It would be believable if not for the fact that more than friends, it seems that what you wanted were servants and admirers"

Again everybody is to shocked to intervene.

"I mean, how many times did you fake being hurt so they would carry your things, or make the hard work for you, or take your notes? How many times you said you were too busy so they would do your homework? How many times you were "broken" "because you donated all your money for that charity" so they would buy you lunch? And how many times you return that money? How many times you help them? How many times you promised them something but never kept that promise? How many times you aked them for something but never return the favor?"

Lila: So Marinette did talked to you about me! Otherwise how is that you know all of it? I have never talked to you before!

Marc: Marinette was not the one who talked to me about you, and I realized that you were a manipulative liar by myself, you are not as smart as you think. And even if it was Marinette who talked to me about your tales, is irrelevant, the fact is Are you really the person you said you were?

The rest of the class is now thoughtful, remembering inf fact all those times, and slowly realization sunk in their minds, and now their eyes are narrowed towards Lila, indeed, were they her friends or just her pwans? Is Lila the person they thought she was?

Lila is really really doomed, there is a too low posibility to get out of this that is almost null and she knows it. Her classmates start to demand explanations.

Marc: Check, Lila

And Lila just can see him with hate. Where is Hawk Moth????? She need some powers now!!!!

Meanwhile with the squad...

Adrien: wow, just wow

Marinette: are you ok?

She knows is pretty stunning the first time you see Protective! Marc in action.

Adrien: Yes, I just wish that this would be less... intense but Lila brought it to herself

Nathaniel: Oh dude! This isn't over

Nop, if they knew Marc and they do, they know that Marc is not done yet. Adrien is taken back for it, there is more?

Adrien: What do you mean?

Alix: Listen, Agreste. Marc is all about the right words, he just said Check, but every body knows in chess the game isn't over until someone says Checkmate, he isn't done yet.

Indeed, Marc has not yet delivered his final blow. And just a look to his face is enough to know that he is ready for it. where normally is his sweet smile now is a confident and cold smirk, and his always gentile eyes are burning with a fire that screams determination and victory.

The squad is on edge, and if Nathaniel is blushing a little not even Alix says something, to intrigued to tease her friend.

And between the voices demanding answers and the one trying to sell her excuses, Marc's voice is heard clear and strong, something rare for the always soft spoking and shy writer, making every body to remain silent. Not even Chloe dares to say word.

"In fact Lila, I'm curious, why would you do that? They were always kind to you and Marinette was never really mean to you, so why?"

Marc stands up from his seat beside his boyfriend and walks to where Lila is cornered by his friends. His walk and moves are confident, his head high and his eyes scream 'don't get in my way'

Nathaniel suddenly feels VERY thirsty, and the rest of them, even Alix and Marinette who have experience with this side of him, are astonished to see their naturally shy and anxious friend being so confident and bad-ass.

Some are starting to think that he was abducted by aliens. They clear the path, so Marc is front of Lila who is still sitting in the blanket, and looks down at her.

Now here I have a good monologue about Marc being so HBIC with Lila, but I don't want to show it until I post the fic in Ao3, this is just a draft. But he says things he knows would anger her, until Lila snaps and stands up in fury and screams about how much better than everybody she is, about what she really thinks about her classmates even about Ladybug, how much she hates her, Marinette and now him, and juts to put the nail in the coffin, she says that she wish that they were dead so they don't mess up her plans.

(Don't think Marc is reckless, he is clever and knows that Lila would be a very potential Akuma, maybe someone else, so when he comes up with his plan he said to the team that it would probably make Lila akumatized, Marinette said that she would handle that, they don't question her, after all she was who gave Alya that interview with Ladybug, so they trust her)

And then some gasps make her remember that they have an audience, she looks around and is met with the horrified faces of her classmates.

She showed her true colors, now is imposible for her to save face, nobody is going to believe her again. She looks again to Marc and sees his victorious expression, it was a tramp and she took the bait, fuck!

"Checkmate, Rossi. The game is over, you lost"

She is furious, all her work, her empire is ruined, and is all this brat fault! She looks for an akuma but nothing!

Her classmates are now angry and she is outnumbered, she runs away.

Nobody dares to speak, still processing what just happened, and then is Marinette the first to collect herself and jumps out of her seat and runs to hug Marc.

"YOU!!!! YOU LITTLE DIAVOLIC ANGEL! YOU ARE AWESOME THANK YOU!!!"

Marc giggles, his sweet and gentle demeanor back, and returns the hug.

"Nobody mess with my beloved ones and gets away with it"

Now, the rest also react and remember

HOLLY MOLLY MARINETTE WAS RIGHT

They apologize, and she forgives them, they defended her after all.

They also cheer and congrat Marc, because holly shit that was intense! They now have a new respect for Marc

Nino: Dude! Remember me to NEVER be on Marc's bad side!

And yeah, all of them unanimously agreed to never make the cinnamon roll mad. Kim also wonders if is worth it to tease him to see his funny and cute annoyed reaction, after this he doesn't want to take any risk.

Alya: Yikes! Who would think that the cute Rainbow comes with storm included?

Alix: I would like to say that you get used to it... but that would be a lie, and we know that lying is not a good idea

Everybody laughs, and enjoy the rest of the evening.

Oh! And you remember the research our artist gang did? Just after going to Mari's home for another sleepover, once the picnic was over, they send some emails, to Damocles, the School Board and Mrs. Rossi.

Next day of school was a very interesting one, Lila was being ignored until is called to principal Damocles' office. The next thing they know is that there were some screams in Italian, Lila and her mother are in the classroom, Mrs. Rossi also give a piece of her mind to Bustier and Lila is forced to apologize. Again there is no akuma. HM has been a little quiet, maybe he is bussy in his civilian life, just like Gabriel Agreste who is in Japan in a business meeting, but that is just a coincidence, really! Oh and they may or may not have the whole thing in video, because Marc deserves to watch, he was the hero here after all.

Lila has what she deserves, karma is wonderful and Damocles and Bustier are sent to make some curses in education and dealing with bullying.

Everybody who matters is happy :D

[hellomynudebrain]

Minty Friday (Vxreader)

Hello nurses! This fic it's a colab with @lytholia check her art, and from a special event with @mysme-rbb

Enjoy it!!!

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Another friday afternoon in the spring

The trees has colorful flowers, the weather is getting warmer and the city is crazy as ever; the only place to relax from that riot is the park. And there's you, who is running behind your 99 pounds bobtail dog, because why not, you decided to bought him a new collar which was more fragil than the last one and broke on the middle of the park. So yes, you're running behind him with the most unconfortable pair of shoes and almost out of breath.

"Rosco, stop!" You screamed for all over the park while the people dodge you and Rosco.

Rosco was running as a horse and making to the other dogs bark, making the children scream and some old people cursing you because you can keep him calm.

The race is getting tired, you can't keep with the pace of Rosco and the shoes are killing you. Suddenly, Rosco stop on a bench and jump on the person who is sitting on the bench.

You're so embarrased from the way Rosco is behaving what make you run faster and apologize to the person.

Once near the unknown person, you see Rosco licking the strager's face. You rush to him and taking Rosco off from him and face him.

"I'm really sorry. My dog is not agressive but I hope he didn't hurt you" Blushing for the bad moment you had, you avert your eyes from him a second, however you can see him briefly. A handsome man with fine features, pale skin, mint hair and mint eyes which where cover with a pair of sunglasses, make you fall in love of him at first sight.

" He didn't cause any problem. In fact, he made my day really interesting. I've never seen a dog so cheerful as him" He giggles and caress Rosco.

"Thank you for been comprehensive. I always try to be careful with him but...today...today wasn't the day...Is there a way to repay you for this?"

"Don't mind it. He made my day..." He sigh and get up from the bench. "Anyway, take care of him, it was nice to meet you" He turned his back to you and kneeled in front of a black bag.

You are disappointed, because you wanted to talk with a bit more, nevertheless you take Rosco and turn your back as well. However just a few steps, you hear something fall on the grass. You turn your back and see the mint hair man trying to pick up a camara aquipment from the grass, he looks frustrated and sad, you couldn’t take it and go back to where he is and kneel before him.

"Are you sure you don't need something as repayment for what Rosco did?" You ask while you help him to pick all the camara stuff.

"... No... Well.. .If you can help me with this.. I'll be really greatful..."

"Yes, I'll help you. Just let me tie Rosco. I don't want to more repays to do"

He smile at you and you feel how the love arrow stab in your heart.

You tie Rosco as you can to the bench with the broken collar and help the beautiful stranger to arm his camara equipment with a warm and pleasant silence, like him and you were a couple.

Once you finish, the time to leave comes. You don't want to go, but you don't want bother him, besides he looks like a professional, maybe your talk wouldn't help him to concentrate. You walk through the bench and untie Rosco who was sleeping until you get near. You are hesitating and making more difficult to undo the knot only to gain more time, time to spend just a more with him. Your clumsy way to keep you there was a success, because the mint hair man calls you back.

"... Umh.. If I don't bother you... May you stay a bit more to help me? Just in case I mess up again, of course."

Your eyes fill with sparks and cheerful smile where evidente on your face.

"Yes, of course!"

You sit on the bench and look him work, focusing his camara on the beautiful view of the park.

The silence is present, but again not in an awkard way, but in a confortable one.

The mesmerazing view of him, keep you quite and Rosco calm, however, he decide to talk.

"I apologize for asking you to help me..."

"No, I have to be the one asking for an apology"

"... Hahaha... This is an apology festival."

You giggle, but a doubt comes to your mind and without thinking you talk in a loud voice.

"But if you're a professional, why do want my help?"

"... I'm a photographer... But lately my sight is not how it was... And the last time I came here. I saw this beautiful view and some how I got the need to take a photo of it...before my eyesight can't let me continue"

"Oh god! Is there's a way to help you to revcover it?"

"... Yes, a friend offered me to get a surgery... However, this is a punishment sent by God since I couldn’t keep my promise with an special person..." He turned her back to you and for a moment.

Your heart broke a little when you heard what he said, and it broke a little more when his sunglasses go down and let you see his eyes, a lonsome minty eyes, full of regret, nostalgia and with no hope in life .

How such adorable creature has to suffer like this? Those were your thoughts.

"... I don't know what happened but you should forgive yourself for whatever you did...You have the right to redeem yourself as any other human being!"

He turn his back and face you with a bitter sweet smile, a smile between disconfort and happiness.

"I wonder if I deserve such a thing as reedem. A sinner like me doesn't deserve it, not after I became a beautiful being into a different one"

"But you do!" You screamed and continue after an awkard silence. "You do deserve it! I think it's the better way to pay for your sins If you did something terrible, try to mend things and do good deeds until the day you die. On the contrary, suffering all alone and pity yourself and that person won't change anything!"

He look at you with a surprise look, what makes you regret immediately all you said.

" I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to offend you... But... "

He begins to laugh.

" Hahahahahaha... I never thougth that I get to know someone as direct as my best friend... Don't mind it, this is a point of view I've never thougth before, thank you... I'll think about it..."

The rest of the afternoon was calm and you spent a talking with him more, but about stuff not relate with the first conversation.

After a while, you and him say good bye to each other, however, the fairy tale ended, because the silly you, never asked his phone or at least his name.

The next few days, you spent your afternoons to look for him in the park a pathetic intend to meet again with him.

Saturday, you waited on the same bench with the hope he'd come to the same place or find him walking on the road, but your waiting was in vain.

Sunday, you have a family meal and between the talk and the no ending questions of your family, you came too late at the park.

Monday, the weather was against you that day, since it was raining in the city, but that didn't matter to you. You took a cape coat and boots, you cover Rosco, put him a cape coat too, and went out directly to the park, running on the muddy floor, your flustered heart and a Rosco getting fun with the puddles, were hanging to the hope of finally find him, even in the heavy rain, but he wasn't there.

Tuesday, rushing out from your work. Running out of the bulding bumping with each person that walked near you, sweating and running to arrive to your aparment. You take off your heels, fixed your messy hair and make up because of the race you made and grabbing the dog leash and bring Rosco with you. You were sure to arrive at time and find him on the same place and the same hour, but you could only found a cute elders douple fedding some pigeons on the bench. Sad, you took Rosco and walked out of the park.

Wednesday. Your jerky boss, gave you so much work, so much of it, however that doesn't matter to you and with some help of some cups of cofee (six because you need the caffeine), the speed with you finished the work was you personal record, however you finished on time. You did the same you did on sunday, but with the help of the coffee you could swear you arrived faster, just in time to maybe meet him, but God was messing with you. An elder man who was walking in front of you, collapse and had a heart attack. You assited him and some people too. When the paramedics came, it was late, but you hope wasn't broken (you never learn, don't you?) . Runnin again to the same bench, you could only see an empty space.

Thursday. You are tired from work and from the hectic week you had. You feel so frustrated, at this point, look for him was a madness and the logic told you it was, but your lingering feelings fot the boy with sad eyes, the urge to see him, hug him and tell him that everything was fine was stronger, just the enough amount to make you run and look for him. But not today, because you logic won, and you're felling sad while hugging Rosco sitting on the floor of your livingroom. Just today, you logic won and your heart is broken.

Friday. You get up was usual, go to work, get mad on your jerky boss and finish your day as always. You feel discouraged, your hands feel heavy to open the door of you aparment, but somehow you do it. Open the door, throw away your shoes and bag on the entrance, walk in a zombie way, to finally throw youself on the bed. You closed your eyes and hold the tears, but Rosco is not reading the mood, and with a happy tail move and wiht his dog leash on her mouth, he scratchs your hand and lick you face. You only look at him.

"I'm only a chaperon and a food giver to you,Rosco? " He wags his tail and look to you as an answer (Yes, you are human. Now, let's go to the park)

With a really bad mood, you enter in the park. The world didn't change, but you feel like it did. The way you walk is reluctant, only to satisfy Rosco.

You are getting near the same bench you found him, but the hope of finding him is dead. A tear is about to get out from your eye, but Rosco again, won't let you get down, because a squirrel show off on the road, and Rosco loves to chase them.

Yes, you fly when Rosco begins to chase the squirrel, you are running againt your will tryin to stop Rosco but he's stronger. The squirrel run faster as Rosco do. You close your eyes, and from nowhere something stops Rosco from the race.

Your eyes begin to open slowly, only seeing a minty stain in front of you.

"I think we should stop to meet in these circunstances" The man you were lookin all the week is here, in front of you giggle anda playing with Rosco.

Your feelings are all over the overwhelming, the right amount to make you inner voice come out.

"I thought we won't never meet again..." Your mounth spoke while a the tear you were holding finally comes.

The mint hair guy panic and with a really concerned look gets near you.

"Are you ok? Did you get hurt? Where did you feel pain?" His gloomy side disappeard for a second which made you laugh. No matter if the feelings you have creep him, you want to be honest.

"No, I'm fine...I was just... happy to see you again after...I spent most of the week trying to find you, but my tries were in vain, I felt frustrated and sad...but now that you are here...I feel happy, because I like you..."

The silence after you confession is long and you don't dare to look him in the eyes, bu when you do it. You are shocked. The minty man was red as tomato and is covering his face with embarrassment .

He sigh and look you at your eyes.

"...You weren't the only one...After you left I felt funny and the feeling was a bother, because about you said and what made me feel....so....ehem...I decided to look for you and discover why I feel like that...but all the week I have bad luck."

You eyes get bigger with every word he said.

"Saturday, my friend invited me to drink some wine, but he drank more than I thought and when I arrived to the park, you weren't here. On sunday, my camara broke when I was trying to take a photo and I went to the tecnician but he delayed and when finally I could go out, it was really late and park was closed. On monday, I came before the rain got me soaked and got me sick for the last three days. I tried to go out but everytimea bodyguard of my friend got me in bed again."

You laugh again, because it was stupid how many times you wanted to meet but you couldn't. Suddenly, the sadness go away. Suddenly, both of you begin to feel bold and get near to each other. He put his hand on your cheek and caress it while clening your tears from hapiness and sadness.

You feel his breath getting close to you, you body react by itsefl and close the eyes. A little peck on your lips is where you want to focus. Your arms as if they have a mind on their own cross on his neck making the kiss a little bit passionate, and his body is not against it, because his hand pull you face closer to his. The time stops.

Both of you look at each other and with a enchanted gaze and blushed cheeks you manage to open your mouth.

"...What was you name?"

"....hahahaha...Jihyun"

And he kiss you again.