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This is the outfit that Shoji wears during the Statue Heist.

This is the outfit that Honenuki wears during the Statue Heist.

This is the outfit that Awase wears during the Statue Heist. But all the blue is dark red.

This is the outfit that Kaibara wears during the Statue Heist. But with a gray shirt.

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-it Fic Chapter 05

Hello hello! I had to take a day off from updating because I was seeing Big Time Rush in concert! (They were amazing btw and I was seated next to an Eddie Muson fan <3) Anyway, here we go! Chapter 5!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Get ready for some fluff! It’s coming your way! As the reader realizes she never exchanged numbers with Eddie, she wonders when/if she’ll ever see him again. When she finally does see him again, things start to get a bit interesting. 

Chapter 5

Life got kind of quiet after the fall Harvest Festival. I kept up a steady pace of going to class and working as many hours that I could at Family Video. Dustin was busy with school and Hellfire Club. He really seemed to have found his place at Hawkins High.

Every once in a while I would spend my free time with Robin or Steve. Sometimes I even hung out with Nancy Wheeler. I hadn’t seen Eddie since the morning after the Festival. I heard about him a lot from Dustin. Dustin seemed to worship the guy, much to Steve’s dismay. If Dustin ever brought Eddie up in front of Steve, his expression would turn sour and he would try to change the subject. Sometimes I thought about asking Dustin for Eddie’s phone number, but then I felt kind of pathetic about needing to ask my fourteen year old cousin for a guy’s number. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to say to Eddie. I just felt this interest in getting to know him better.

As it was creeping closer to Halloween, I had pretty much given up hope that I would ever see Eddie Munson again. I was busy working and studying for my midterms. I had a horribly long paper due for my English class. The course was focused on the deeper meaning of monsters in literature and media. We had spent the first half of the class studying wearwolves and vampires and their representation throughout classic novels and films. For our midterm paper we could write about anything related to these two monsters. I prefered vampires, but I had not a clue of what I wanted to write about. 

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It was the day before Halloween when I found myself standing in the horror section of Family Video staring at our copy of Nosferatu. I was the first one in for the afternoon shift and I figured that gave me dibs to pick the afternoon movie. If was going to write about vampires, I figured a good place to start was one of the earliest appearances of one on screen. 

I had just put the tape into the VCR when Steve and Robin entered the store. Robin was excitedly talking about someone named Vickie. They both waved as I fiddled with the tv.

“What’s the movie for this afternoon?” Robin asked, tugging on her green work vest.

“Nosferatu,” I said. “It’s a horror movie from the 20′s.”

“What’s the deal with the sound?” Steve asked. “Did you forget to turn the volume up?”

“No,” I said, joining him behind the counter. “It’s silent,”

“You put a silent movie on?” He asked, rolling his eyes. “Come on, we should be watching something that’s actually scary, it’s the day before Halloween,”

“This is scary,” I said. “And I want to see it for one of my classes,”

“The only thing that’s scary about this is how bad it is,” Steve sighed. “I’m picking the next movie.”

About thirty minutes went by and then the door opened. I looked away from the movie for a moment and saw Eddie Munson standing at the front counter. I felt a little smile creep onto my face and I waved. He gave me a nod and then leaned forward on the counter.

“Hey there,” he said.

“I was just beginning to think I was never going to see you again,” I said, approaching him.

“You think about me often?” he asked, a smirk forming on his lips.

“No,” I said. “I just hear about you a lot from Dustin and it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen you since the Festival,”

“You mean when you crashed in my van?” Eddie chuckled. “How’d that work out for you by the way? I see your aunt didn’t murder you,”

“I somehow got away with it,” I said. “No murder was needed,”

“Good,” Eddie said, “because me and the boys have got a gig coming up and I was thinking you could show me some of your sick stage moves,”

“Wait,” I said, setting my hands down on the counter. “You, Eddie Munson, are coming to me to ask for help on how to perform?”

“Pathetic, I know,” Eddie sighed, dropping his head. “But I can’t think of anyone better to go to,”

“It’s a good thing flattery works for me,” I said. 

“So how about tonight? Seven? Your place?” Eddie asked, standing up straight.

“So you’re inviting yourself over to my house?” I asked. “Why can’t I just come to your place?”

“My place is a bit cramped at the moment,” Eddie said. “Come on, I’ll bring pizza,”

I thought about it for a moment. “Well, if you’re going to flatter me and bring pizza then I guess I can let you come over,”

“Good,” Eddie said, smiling brightly. “I’ll see you then,”

“Good,” I replied.

He started to walk out with a confident air about him.

"Wouldn't you be needing my address?" I called.

Eddie stopped in his tracks. He turned slowly around and came back to the counter.

"Would you be so kind as to give me your address, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, a mildly irritated look on his face.

"Oh I guess," I said, giggling to myself. "And I told you not to call me that,"

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The rest of my shift felt like it went on for ten years. I was out at six, but the three hours between when Eddie left and when I clocked out seemed to drag by at a snail’s pace. When I finally left, I sped home on my bike as fast as the two wheels could carry me. As I pulled into the driveway, I stepped off my bike and let it fall to the ground. I made my way inside and into my bedroom.

I saw my reflection in the mirror I had leaning against one of the walls and cringed. My hair was a frizzy mess, I was sweaty, and worst of all, I was still wearing my Family Video vest. I yanked it off quickly and began digging through my dresser to find something different to put on. I found a pair of jeans and an old David Bowie shirt to throw on. My hair was hopeless. As I tried to brush it, the frizz just got worse. I sighed in defeat as I heard a knock at the door.

Aunt Claudia opened it and I heard a surprised “Oh” come from her, quickly followed by a “How may I help you?”

“Hi Mrs. Henderson,” I heard Eddie’s deep voice say. “My name is Eddie Munson-”

Before he could go on any further, I heard Aunt Claudia cut him off. “Oh you’re Dusty’s friend!” she said excitedly. “He talks about you all the time. Oh, but he’s not here, sweetie, he’s staying over at Mike’s tonight,”

“I’m actually here to see Y/N,” Eddie said. 

“Oh,” Aunt Claudia said. “I’ll go get her then,”

I glared at my now ponytailed hair in the mirror, wondering why I cared so much about what I looked like in front of Eddie Munson. Before my aunt could reach my door, I opened it, stomping out to go meet Eddie. I nearly ran into Aunt Claudia.

“Honey there’s a boy here to see you,” she said, “it’s Dusty’s friend from that Dungeons and Dragons club he’s in,”

“I know,” I said, giving her a soft smile, “I was expecting him. He wants me to teach him how to lead his band,”

“I heard that!” Eddie called from the front door.

“I wanted you to!” I called back. 

Barefoot, I padded my way down the hall until I reached the front door. I saw Eddie standing there on the front porch, clad in his dark jeans and leather jacket. Underneath his coat I could see his Hellfire shirt peaking out. In his hands he held a large pizza box. I snatched it from him and turned to Aunt Claudia.

“Would you like any pizza before we go outside?” I asked.

“That’s ok kids,” my aunt replied. “I’ve got some pasta cooking on the stove,”

“Ok,” I said, “We’re going to be outside,”

“Okie dokie,” she said with a smile.

I stepped outside with Eddie and led him to the overhang in the driveway where Aunt Claudia parked her car. Even with the car parked there, we still had more than enough room to practice. I set the pizza down on the hood of my aunt’s car and pulled out a slice. Taking a bite, I leaned against the car and looked at Eddie.

“So what exactly do you want me to help you with?” I asked.

“Well,” Eddie said taking out a slice of pizza for himself, “I’ve always got my guitar on me on stage, so I’ve always had an excuse to not really know how to move around on stage, but we’re starting to think about some tunes where we don’t really need more than one guitar,”

“And now you need to move without your instrument?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, sheepishly. “It’s just so awkward. I don’t know how you did it so well,”

I felt heat rush to my cheeks at his compliment. “I don’t try to think about it too much. I usually just try to feel the music. And don’t over-do it. Less is more in my opinion,”

“Less is more,” Eddie said as he chewed on his pizza. “Could we practice with some music? Do you have a boombox?”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured we’d end up doing,” I said. “I grabbed it and brought it out here before you came over. I figured we could listen to some stuff and see what happens,”

“Sounds good,” Eddie said and then paused, seemingly deep in thought. “I really liked what you did during the Blondie tune. It looked really smooth,”

“Let’s start there then,” I said. 

I walked over to the boombox that sat on the ground in the corner. I had a stack of mix tapes next to it and began to shuffle through them until I found the one that had “Heart of Glass” on it. We listened to the songs on the tape before our desired tune came on as we finished our pizza. As the song came on, I began my lesson.

“So, when you hear this, what’s your first instinct?” I asked. “How do you want to move to it?”

“That’s the thing,” Eddie said, “I don’t know when I don’t have my guitar,”

“What would you do if you had your guitar?” I asked, feeling the rhythm of the music start to infect my body.

“I don’t know,” Eddie said. “Probably start head banging,”

I chuckled. “Ok, so do that,”

He shyly started to move his head to the beat. I took a step closer to him. “What if you used more than just your head? Like, get your shoulders and hips into it too,”

“My hips?” he asked, looking up at me.

“Yeah,” I said, a smile growing on my mouth. “Come on this is like the sexiest groove you might ever hear in your life, you have to use your hips,”

I watched and stifled a laugh as Eddie desperately tried to add his hips into his movements. He looked terribly awkward and uncoordinated. I also felt that he was moving too fast.

“Try just moving on the big beats,” I said. “You’re on every beat right now. Just go like every other. One and three,”

“One and three,” he nodded but didn’t move.

“Munson,” I sighed, “are you actually going to make me do this all for you?”

“I don’t know how to do this!” Eddie groaned. “This is why I play guitar!”

“Relax,” I laughed, holding my hands up in surrender. “Just watch me,” I said and restarted the song. 

I began by getting the rhythm into my body. Then I started to sway my hips back and forth. As the song picked up, I started to move my arms all around me. I felt free dancing to the song. I had never felt so unaware of myself in front Eddie before. It felt incredible. Then I remembered that he was watching me and that I needed to teach him something.

“You see how my hips are loose?” I asked. “Move yours like that.”

Eddie continued to struggle. I lost my patience and stepped up to him until we were face to face. Without my stilettos on, I suddenly realized the height Eddie had on me. My head barely came up to his collarbone. I seized his hands and placed them on my hips.

“Do you feel how the movement is really coming from my waist?” I asked. “And it’s more like a figure eight motion than a sway from side to side,”

Eddie stared down at my hands over his and nodded slowly. I eventually moved my hands to his hips so I could guide his movements. We moved like that until the instrumental break came in the song. I stepped out of his arms and began to dance around to the music.

“And whenever you have a break like this just have fun with your movements,” I said, “Let the music tell you what to do,”

“Hmm,” Eddie mumbled, watching how I moved intently.

I was starting to feel flushed knowing that he was staring at my body so closely. “Is this making sense to you?” I asked. 

He nodded. “Yeah,” Eddie said. “This is helping a lot,”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Most definitely,” he said, cocking his head to the side.

We kept working on how to move through different kinds of songs. I let the tape play as I tried to share my wisdom with him. Every once in a while we would take a pizza break and catch our breath. It was starting to get dark when the final song of the tape came on. It was “I Want to Know What Love Is” by Foreigner.

“This song!” Eddie cackled, tossing his head back. “You have this song on a mix tape!”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“It’s ridiculous!” he said.

“By ridiculous you mean fantastic,” I said, elbowing him.

“No,” Eddie said, “I mean ridiculous.”

“You’re just scared of it because it’s a slow song and you don’t know how to perform it,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Show me then,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Show me how to do it,” Eddie said, “Go on, isn’t that why we’re here? Teach me your ways,”

“Fine,” I said, “but if you have an existential crisis because you’re going to start enjoying a Foreigner song that’s not my fault,”

I started the song over and decided to go full ham with my performance. I stood in front of Eddie as he leaned against my aunt’s car. I held myself as if I was performing and I began lip syncing to the song. I held my hand out as if I was holding a microphone. Eddie chuckled as I dramatically performed the song. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and held it up, waving it back and forth above his head. As I hit the chorus I couldn’t help myself, I had to sing it for real. Eddie burst out laughing at my over the top performance. When I got to the next verse, he put his lighter away and crossed his arms over his chest. Eddie wore a toothy smile as I approached him. I started to serenade him with the second verse. He tried his best to ignore me as I moved more into his personal space. As I built up to the second chorus, I really started to get into it and pumped the air with my fists. Just as I was taking in a breath to belt out the second chorus, Eddie jumped up and grabbed my wrists. Before I knew it he was screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs.

“I knew it!” I yelled, jumping up and down. “I knew you had to like this song!”

“Just shut up!” Eddie said, shaking his head and laughing. 

Eddie released my wrists and slipped his hands onto my waist. I wound my arms around his neck as we both shouted the rest the chorus together. Eddie had a dopey grin plastered on his face and I was certain that I was wearing one to match. We swayed back and forth together until the song came to a close. Then we just stood there in each other’s arms. 

I could feel my heart begin to race. My cheeks started to burn as I looked up into Eddie’s face. His eyes were the darkest brown I have ever seen - almost black. In the dim night light it was hard to differentiate between his pupils and his irisises. Eddie stared down at me and licked his lips before biting down slightly on his lower lip. My eyes were drawn to his mouth. His lips were a light pink and looked incredibly soft. I was suddenly desperately aware of the feeling of his hands on my waist. With my arms around his shoulders, my t-shirt had started to ride up slightly. The tip of one of Eddie’s thumbs was just barely brushing a strip of bare skin above the waistline of my jeans. It burned so strongly I thought it might leave a mark. His shoulders felt firm underneath my hands. I could feel the muscles underneath his jacket and it took everything in me not to squeeze down on them. The ends of Eddie’s fuzzy brown curls tickled my hands. I wondered what it would feel like to take a handful of those curls into my fist and pull. I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat as Eddie started to move closer to me. Just as his head started to turn down slightly towards my face, I heard the front door open.

“Y/N!” Aunt Claudia called. “It’s nine! You know the rules!”

Eddie and I jumped away from one another. “We were just finishing up,” I replied. I turned to Eddie and added, “No guests over past nine,”

He nodded in understanding. Eddie gave my aunt a wave and called “Thanks for have me, Mrs. Henderson!”

“Any time, sweetie!” she replied and then closed the door.

There was an awkward silence between Eddie and I after that. I couldn’t really bring myself to look up at him again. I stared at his shoes as he kicked nervously at the cement.

“So uh,” Eddie started. “I should go,”

“Yeah,” I said, finally looking up at him. “Um, thanks for the pizza,”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie said, “Thanks for teaching me some of your moves,”

“Any time,” I said.

“Aw you’re not gonna call me sweetie like your aunt?” Eddie teased.

“Only in your dreams,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“For now,” Eddie smirked.

“Get out of here, you dumbass,” I said, giving him a playful shove. 

“I’ll see you,” Eddie said. “Hopefully a little sooner than last time, now that I know where you live,”

“Ok,” I said, nodding. “I look forward to it,”

“Later,” he said, and then strutted over to his van. 

I watched as Eddie unlocked the car and got in. Soon enough loud metal music was blaring out the windows. He rolled down the passenger window and gave me a wave before he sped off down the street. I watched from my place in the driveway until Eddie disappeared around the corner.

I heaved a sigh. “I am so fucked,” I muttered.

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A Will Passed On ⬦ Chapter 5

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Chapter 05 - Elsa's excursion

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Joná went to his little boat and pondered what had happened. He just wanted to help and hoped that Yelana would do something about it. Instead, she asked him to keep everything secret. He shrugged his shoulders and bent over the edge of the boat to get his catch out. Still thinking she already knew what to do, he turned with his full basket and froze. Behind him some men from the village had gathered and looked at him piercingly.

“Um ... why are you standing there staring at me like that? Is something going on?” he asked and put the basket down.

“We were just about to ask you that,” said the one in front, who had obviously led the men here. “We noticed everything earlier and wondered if you would tell us what you had so urgently to tell Yelana.” He crossed his arms and looked at Joná waiting.

Joná swallowed. He remembered what she had told him and didn't know how to begin. “Um ... well ... I was just so excited because ... because the fish I had on the line today are so big. One of them almost pulled me over the edge of the boat.”

The man in front of him cast a telling glance at his basket and then looked at him again with raised eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Not that one, no. But the one fish I was going to pull into the boat was,” said Joná, who noticed this look. “Really, I did. They were just too heavy for me and were tearing the string.”

A few moments passed, and the man finally nodded, “Well, we know your fish stories good enough. But don't you think you might have overdone it a little today?”

Joná sighed and let his shoulders sink. “Yes, maybe you are right. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare anyone.”

“Let's go, men.” They all turned around and walked slowly back to camp, some of them looking disappointed. But the leader of the group said quietly, “There's something he's not telling us. I don't buy that story. Not that I ever did, but ... ”

“Did you notice his nervous look and how insecure he was this time?” one of the men asked quietly and looked at him from the side.

He nodded, “Indeed.”

~~~

Elsa had been lying quietly on her bed for a long time, listening to the noises coming in from outside. It sounded very busy and once she heard a loud shouting and a name. Yelana. She didn't know this person, but she seemed to hold an important position. After that it was quiet again and she only heard a few birds chirping. A ray of sunlight came in from above and blinded her. She turned her head to the side and her eyes fell on the bundle of clothes next to her. Somehow she had had enough of just lying around here idly. She wanted to get out and look around.

Elsa bent her knees to see how far she was able to stand up. It still hurt a little, but it worked surprisingly well. She pushed the fur to the side and did stretching exercises with her legs, slowly and alternately. After some time she carefully sat up and bent over to massage her thighs and calves. A long blonde strand of hair fell into her face. “Oh ...,” she said in surprise and reached behind her head to pull more of her hair forward. She felt and looked at it. “I'd love to know what I look like,” she murmured and then continued to put her plan into action.

Finally she turned and let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. She stood up, or at least tried to, because her strength was not enough and she sank back onto the bed. But Elsa didn't want to give up so quickly and pulled the wooden stool in front of her to support herself. After two attempts, she finally stood there a little shaky and made a satisfied sound. Then she picked up her clothes and slipped the leather tunic over her head. She touched the material. It was a bit rough, but very soft and felt a bit cool on her skin. She looked at the pants and sat down again to slip them over her legs, slowly stood up again and pulled them up. Everything fit her perfectly. Finally she put on the belt and slipped into the boots. Now she was ready for her first excursion and started to move slowly.

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Honeymaren had nothing else to do at the moment and therefore shuffled around the camp a bit bored and lost in thought with her head lowered. Unconsciously she took the way towards Elsa's kota. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed how the flap of one of the huts was pressed open. She looked over and couldn't believe her eyes. Elsa stepped straight out and kept herself wobbly on her feet. She looked around curiously and their eyes met. Elsa smiled at her and took a hesitant step forward, but almost fell over and held on to the edge of the entrance just in time. Honeymaren did not hesitate for a second and rushed to her to help.

“Careful, you're still too weak and you might hurt yourself in the fall. Let me help you.” She took Elsa's hand and put one arm around her shoulder to support her.

“Thank you. I just couldn't stand it in there anymore and had to try to get out.”

“I can understand that. I guess that's what I'd do. Although ... nothing like that has ever happened to me, so I don't know what ...” She bit her lip.

Elsa looked at her and said, “All right, it hasn't happened to me either ... I think.” She put on a crooked smile.

Honeymaren nodded, looked down at her and then smiled and said, “The Northuldra clothes look pretty good on you.”

“Thanks. It feels very comfortable too. What's your name anyway?”

“I'm Honeymaren.”

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. “We know each other, right? I'm sorry if I can't remember anything about it.”

Honeymaren felt her heartbeat accelerate. Before all this happened to her, Elsa had always been so distant, almost unapproachable, and with her task as Fifth Spirit, she had rarely been seen in camp lately. Now would actually be the perfect opportunity to change this. But was she allowed to do that? It would amount to a lie. She hesitated.

“Yes, we know each other ... quite well.”

Elsa briefly squeezed Honeymaren's hand and sighed, “I hope I'll be able to remember this soon. Will you help me to look around a bit and explore everything? I am very curious.”

“I'd love to. I already know where we could go first.”

They walked with slow steps and she helped Elsa to keep her balance. She had never been so close to Elsa before; Honeymaren thought to herself. It was kind of exciting. Before Elsa promised to free the Northuldra from the impenetrable mist wall on that memorable evening, Honeymaren didn't know very much, trapped in this small world. She was born into this world as one of the few children and there were only a handful in her age with whom she could do something. The few of them were playful boys who were either too simple-minded or interested in other things. So she grew up, mostly alone with herself and her thoughts, only with her somewhat jumpy brother Ryder, to whom the reindeer meant more than anything else. Otherwise, it was their leader Yelana who had been her life anchor and she learned a lot from her, especially about the past of her tribe and its values.

At some point they finally reached the edge of the forest and stepped out onto a narrow strip of sand beach bathed in sunlight.

“This is one of the few beautiful places here by the sea, the rest is quite jagged and mostly full of big black pebbles,” Honeymaren said, and led Elsa to a smooth, almost white-washed piece of an old tree trunk that lay half buried in the sand.

They sat down on it and Elsa looked out into the distance. The sun sparkled on the softly rippling waves, which the gentle wind washed up and carried a salty scent. She took a deep breath, laid her head relaxed in the neck and closed her eyes. Honeymaren, on the other hand, did not care about the sea, because she had a completely different view in front of her eyes. She sat so close to Elsa that she could literally feel her and the temptation was great to gently stroke her long light hair. She felt the heat rising inside her, but she was not allowed to rush into anything and instead was content to admire Elsa's features, her light soft skin and the fine hairs on her gently curving neck. She sucked up every little detail and felt lost in time.

So she didn't even realise how Elsa finally opened her eyes again and noticed Honeymaren's behaviour out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked directly at her. “What are you doing?”

Honeymaren took a frightened breath and stammered, “I ... nothing, I ... I was just admiring your long hair. Sorry, Elsa, I ... didn't mean to ...” Her cheeks turned red and her eyes were wide open.

Elsa raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Tell me, Honeymaren, how well did we actually know each other?”

Honeymaren looked down somewhat bashfully, not daring to say anything. She thought feverishly about what she could answer instead. Then she simply changed the subject. She didn't know how Elsa would react and whether it was wise to mention it. Still, now they were sitting here already and the opportunity seemed appropriate.

“I don't know if I should say it ... but I guess sooner or later you'll find out from someone anyway. This is exactly where they found you a few days ago, unconscious and lying half in the water.”

Elsa didn't miss the change of subject, of course, and she wondered about it briefly, but the mention of her accident distracted her and she gazed thoughtfully out at sea.

“I'd love to know what exactly happened to me,” she remarked shortly after.

“Only Ahtohallan knows,” Honeymaren murmured, daring to look up again.

Elsa gave her a questioning look, “Ahtohallan? Who is that?”

“Um ... that's something we should probably talk about another time. Be patient, everything will be fine,” she replied, a bit unsettled, and placed her hand comfortingly on Elsa's arm. She glanced around her. “Dusk is starting to fall, and we should probably start making our way back. Don't want you to miss a root in the woods and trip.” She giggled and Elsa fell in laughing.

Then she stood up and extended a hand to Elsa to help her to her feet. The embarrassing moment from just now was over and Honeymaren was really glad about it. Both of them took one last look at the setting sun on the horizon and Honeymaren let herself be carried away to another remark because of it.

“I somehow knew you would love this place. I often come here myself when no one is around and the fishermen are all out at sea. Then I think about different things and have my peace. It's a really good spot to relax and enjoy nature.

“Yes, you're right, and that moment a minute ago really did me a lot of good. I thank you for it.”

“You're welcome, Elsa,” she replied with a smile.

“Tell me, Honeymaren, is there a creek around here with a quiet spot where you can see a reflection of yourself when you look into it? I'd like to know what I look like.”

Honeymaren looked at her in surprise, “As a matter of fact, yes, there is. Come, I'll take you there.” Honeymaren held out her hand and they both slowly and carefully made their way back.

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Yelana sat on the furs on the floor in her hut and thought for some time. A Northuldra woman who wanted to know something she had sent her away again and said that she didn't have time at the moment and would visit her later. She saw Elsa lying on the beach in front of her eyes, shortly before all the spirits had disappeared and now this description. Of all people by this fisherman, who was known for his stories. But what he told was just too extraordinary this time and it all fitted in with recent events. However, Ahtohallan would never do such a thing, what could be the reason for that.

Except ... Yelana took a long scarf from one of her leather bags and put one end of it over her knee. Lost in thought, she stroked over the five symbols woven into it and stayed on the one in the middle. She had received this scarf from her mother when she was a child and has taken it out every time she has thought and searched for answers ever since. Maybe she hoped for some comfort and strength after her parents had died long ago. It was not unlike the shawl Queen Anna was carrying at the time, but it had a different colour and, of course, a different pattern on the edge that stood for the family that woven it for their descendants.

The fifth spirit before Elsa died during the events that ultimately trapped the forest for so long. She knew that for sure. But then who was it who had the powers of Ahtohallan and was responsible for all this today? There was no other fifth spirit, that much was certain. Could it be that ... no, that was impossible. Or could it? Could he have had a child? Then who was his mother? Someone in her tribe?

Slowly a certainty was forming in Yelana, one that she did not like at all.

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He sat on the large rocky plateau near the river, far away from any Northuldra dwelling. Nobody dared to come here, because the earth giants slept here and did not like to be woken up. The place was perfectly chosen for his secret whereabouts.

He wore a dark, almost black fur coat, next to him were reindeer antlers, worked into a large fur hood. His eyes were closed, he breathed deeply and calmly in and out, and let his senses wander into the forest. He felt and he saw.

He could read their minds, at least of most of them. It was different from the nature spirits, where he never felt this limitation, but some people were strong-willed and it was as if he had to fight his way through a thick layer of snow. With very few of them he could only feel their emotions and nothing more ... like with this woman from the house of that hateful king, who was responsible for his father's death. Now, decades later, he still could see in his mind's eye that terrible image of how he found his father after the battle was over. As clearly as if it had been only yesterday. He was lying on the ground bleeding and not moving, peppered with half a dozen crossbow arrows.

His father had been his icon and was respected by all Northuldra, but also feared. For he had an ability that until now had only been considered a myth. He could change his shape. Therefore, some of the elders called him reverently Myandash, the reindeer shapeshifter, one of the centuries-old legends of his people. This legend said that his mother was a shaman and witch who could transform into a reindeer and that his father was a real reindeer. While Myandash was inside his tent he was a human, but he transformed as soon as he stepped outside. But the world in which he lived was that of the great reindeer spirit and not the realm of humans.

His father was therefore said to be the descendant of Myandash, who walked and protected among them. He had a great influence on the council of elders and his decisions were always taken seriously. But this was now in the past and he was alone. For decades he had hidden here and lived secluded from those of his people, learning, observing, training all his skills ... and planned his revenge. At least the king from the south was also taken to his death by someone from his tribe. But there were many of them, too many, and he hated them all.

He let his senses wander again and concentrated. Then he found a young Northuldra woman who had quite confusing feelings ... for another woman. He drew the corner of his mouth in disgust, but penetrated deeper into her mind and finally he saw through her eyes, saw what she saw, as clearly as if he would be present beside them ... a beach and that other woman sitting next to her. She was also wearing Northuldra clothes, but something was strange about her and different. Her hair, it was long and ...

He opened his eyes in horror. That couldn't be! How was that even possible? He had killed that blonde bitch, or at least made sure that she was doomed to drown in the dark sea and never appear again. How had she achieved her survival? He cursed. It hadn't been easy to take the magic away from her, or rather to make her forget all of it. It had cost him great effort and many preparations. To let Nokk dissolve under her was a piece of cake. After all, Nokk no longer had any connection to Ahtohallan, neither did the other nature spirits after he managed to establish the mist bell over the glacier.

It was all so well planned. But recently the Spirits had stopped obeying him and he assumed that it was directly related to Ahtohallan. But then he had been able to seize another of the secrets of Ahtohallan's power and outsmarted it. Only in this way had his plan become possible at all.

He would now have to try again. Then just by the conventional way. This time she wouldn't get away from him again, because now she had no magic and he was far superior to her both physically and mentally. It was just too bad that his father couldn't teach him to shape-shift anymore. He had simply been too young for that.

It was time to forge a new plan. One that was deadproof this time ... and he already knew approximately how he would proceed this time. It was time to act.

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Handbook for Mortals chapter 5

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Chapter 5

“What is there to like about her, anyway?” Mac grumbled.

“Lots of things, and I don’t need to tell you that. If I wasn’t happily married, I might give you a run for your money on that one.”

Yeah yeah, everybody likes her and she's amazing and she once saved my dog from a burning building and she once punched me in the face (and it was awesome).

Zade is just fucking insufferable and the narration constantly wanking off about how AMAZING that she is makes it even worse.

I just continued to sing.

Acting steady

Always ready to defend your fears

What’s the matter with the truth,

Did I offend your ears

By suggesting that a change might

Be a thing to try

Like it would kill you just to try

And be a nicer guy

It’s not like you would lose some

Critical piece

If somehow you moved Point A to

Point B

Maintaining there is no point

Changing ’cause

That’s just what you are

That’s just what you . . . are . . .

For some unholy reason, the narration decided that we needed this entire goddamned song.

“When I got the job out here I bought myself a present. The Triumph Dakota is too heavy for me so I got myself a Ducati Streetfighter.”

Like yes, she does have a job, but IDK how she could have gotten a paycheck in the... like week that she's been there, filling out paperwork. I don't even think that they've had a show with Zade yet.

“Zade is short for my full name—Scheherazade Holder.”

Holy fucking shit, and I thought that Zade was bad.

What kind of a monster does that to a kid?

“It comes from a story my mom used to read to me as a kid. It’s about a princess who marries this king who executes his bride each night so he can get a new one the next day. Well, Scheherazade ends up his bride. To stay alive, she tells him a story every night, always stopping at dawn with a cliffhanger, so he will leave her

alive for another day. After 1,001 nights he was madly in love with her and decided to keep her. And they lived happily ever after.”

Thank you for (wo)mansplaining 1001 nights.

“Wait. Your parents named you ‘Clark Kent’? As in Superman, Clark Kent?”

WHAT.

THE.

FUCK.

“She’ll never recover. Permanently damaged.”

I nearly dropped the guitar. “What?”

Jackson grinned. “Her ego.” I stared blankly. “Oh, you meant physically?”

That isn't fucking funny. What the fuck dude. You don't joke about shit like that.

Jackson grinned before adding, “You really are.”

Chapter 5 summary: We open the chapter with Mac's POV. For some reason, the author felt the need to show us the argument Mac and Tad had. It can be summed up as Mac refusing to admit that he has a boner for Zade, and Tad giving him a hard time about the entire thing.

Following the incident, Zade grabbed Jackson's guitar (which he had previously told her she could use whenever she wanted), and goes out onto the loading dock to play. At the same time she starts up singing, Mac comes out for a smoke break. After she finishes, they talk about the song she played, the singer, and their love for some movie. And it's all really awkward pop culture references that people would only care about if they themselves were into the same thing as well.

Mac then swallows his pride and apologizes to Zade for having brushed her off earlier. That following an actual incident happening, that he should have listened to her.

They lapse into awkward silence for a moment before they start talking about motorbikes. After a while, Zade confesses that her actual name is  Scheherazade. Mac says that his legal name is Clark Kent, because his father had zero common sense. But the “Mac” comes from people calling him “MacGyver”, which eventually got shortened down.

Mac gets called away, and after he leaves, Jackson comes out. They talk briefly about Sofia, but it seems rushed like the author wanted to establish that Sofia is fine before moving the fuck on from this.

[moon-fried]

Did...did Shinwoo actually run those 7 laps in sandals??? Now, that’s talent!