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midnightmoonytales · 2 years

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𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔽.𝕎

Wolfstar!daughter x Fred Weasley

A/n: AU where everyone lives and VoldyMoldy is nonexistent. The song wont start until a little down the line. I've listening to the same song on repeat for three hours because if I changed songs I wouldn't have gotten it done. Also no shame to Snape I love him T^T also, this is dedicated to my Tumblr bestie @ghostofscarley who I hoped had an amazing day. Love you ghost

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now.

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"Come on pup, you can do it." Sirius motioned towards himself. "Come to papa, pup." You, staring up at him from beside the arm chair, Remus was currently sitting in. Watching his lover and you from above his book. Slowly inching one leg into the air, only to slam it back down, babbling nonsense. Turning to stare up at Remus, grabbing a handful of his trousers in your small hand.

Remus chuckling under his breath, seeing the hope in Sirius eyes disappear as their child grabbed onto him. "Go to him little one, papa calling you." Ushering you to turn around and face Sirius.

Finally facing him, looking at him questionably before showing the gummiest smile to him as he opened his arms. "I know you can do it pup, papa wants some love from his favorite girl." One leg after the other, you finally reaching him. Scooping you up in his arms, swinging you around in the air. "There's my little pup, you walked just like a big girl. I'm so proud of you"

The sound of a camera going off alerting Sirius, pulling you back down into his chest. Turning around to see Remus holding a camera, smiling. " It was too precious not to capture." Remus spoke finally, leaving the room so he can dip the photo into the developer.

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The first time Sirius ever mentioned getting you a broom to Remus, he was instantly shut down. Remus stating you were too young and that it was too dangerous. Given thar After months, and months, and moths later Remus finally got on board. "She cannot go higher than we can reach, understood?" Remus sternly said, Sirius just shacking his head. The only thought in his head, him showing off to James that you are already learning how to fly.

Later that day, making his way down to Diagon Alley to get you a broom so you could start practicing right away. But not forgetting the groceries Remus told him to get along the way. "I'm home!" he shouted across the house, slamming the door shut with his foot.

Carrying everything in his arms, excited to show you, you're surprise. The sounds of multiple feet pattering across the floor board of the house. Remus shouts flowing across the hall where he chased you down, hair brush in hand. Sirius chuckling, as you took refuge in his arms. A wicked grin appearing on his face. "Who wants to open their gift!" Sirius asked you, reaching towards the counter to show you a long, paper wrapped present sitting in front of you.

Shouts of I do, I do, I do, spilling out of your mouth as you slashed your way out of his arms. Remus giving up on trying to do your hair. Swiftly pulling it into a ponytail as you tore the wrapping paper apart. "Can I go fly it now Papa, Dad?" You're pleading eyes, pulling at Sirius heart strings.

"After dinner, than all of us can go out there together." Remus butted in, knowing his lover would give in. With a huff you agreed, deciding that you rather have both parents there to watch you.

Sirius waited patiently for you to eat, watching as you spread your food around your plate to make it seem you ate more than you did. Knowing that he did the same thing once upon a time. Gathering all the dirty dishes aa Remus ushered you to eat a few more bites.

Finally after getting you to eat a few more pieces, the three of you ushering outside. Them explaining, step-by-step, slowly. "Look! Look! I'm doing it! Papa, Dad look!" You exclaimed, slightly loosing balance as you rose into the air. Both their hands going under your broom in the event that you fall. Leveling back out evenly, they left you rise higher. Sirius smiling as he watched you from the ground.

"Hogwarts better watch out, a new little star making their way into town." Sirius joked, the feeling proud of the angel in front of him.

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The feeling that I'm loosing her forever, and without really entering her world, I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter that funny little girl.

The feeling that I'm losing her forever, and without really entering her world, I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter that funny little girl, I try to capture every minute , the feeling in it, slipping through my feelings.

The sounds of people rushing throughout the house in an early-morning rush. Books floating throughout the air. Dishes from the previously eaten breakfast sitting in the sink. After the sheer amount of chaos that ensured that morning, you made your way to Platform 9 3/4.

Turning to your parents, giving them an anxious smile. Sirius and Remus told you many of their adventures when they went to Hogwarts, from snape to the Marauders map, which you totally didn't have in mind to steal from Filch's office. That's the same time you learned who filch was and how he was a buzzkill.

Sirius giving you once last pat before he pulled you close. Embracing you, "don't forget about me y' hear, you're still my little pup." Laughing as you pulled away.

"I'll be okay papa! I'll write you all the time." You say, going to give Remus a hug too before departing.

And that's what you did, every Saturday you sent your parents a letter. When Sirius found out that you were sorted into Slytherin he was livid, stating that the sorting hat was wrong. Remus talking some sense into him, and how not all Slytherin is wrong. For example, their little pup being the definition of a good Slytherin.

Eventually, you went to being like her parents. Snapes worst nightmare, when he learned there was a Lupin-Black he thought he was going insane. It was safe to say, you were each others worst nightmare.

They also learned that you were best friends with the Weasley twins, eventually the three of you were so close the Weasley started attending the annual summer feast.

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Sleep in our eyes, I let precious time go by then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of wonderful and a sense of guilt I cant dent, what happened to the wonderful adventures the places I had planned for us to go.

It was just the crack of dawn, Sirius and you sitting in the kitchen where you, the Potters, and the Weasleys were all staying. No a creature in sight, nor the sound of others. It was the summer before sixth year, everyone going down to the cabin we have on the beach for a week.

It was an excuse for parents to relax and spill gossip with each other as their kids hanged out. Usually off playing quidditch for the millionth time or swimming in the salty ocean. Like clockwork you and Sirius were sitting at the table looking at photos from previous summers while talking about how school was.

Sirius listening as you boasted about becoming Slytherins captain and how it was definitely hard with Harry keen eye, but it wasn't impossible. Along with all the mischief the twins and you had gotten into and how you all turned snapes hair bright pink.

Around an hour later, the sound of a pair of feet coming down the stairs alerted Sirius. A mop of red hair making it way into the kitchen with an strangled g' morning through a yawn. Watching you lighten up when you see Fred, snuggling into his side as he gives you your usual quick morning hug.

"Do you remember we put those nasty smelling bugs inside the teacher lounge back in fifth year?" You asked, looking up a Fred smiling, eye hazy as if remembering the moment.

" We got detention for a week for it! I still say it was worth it though." Fred commented back laughing. Not loud enough to wake everyone else up. The two engrossed in memories, Sirius sitting back watching the two children be blindless to falling for each other. The not to subtle glances and small squeezes and you lean into him laughing.

Smiling sadly as he watched his little girl grow. No longer only needing just your fathers, sharing your love with another one. Even if you don't know it just yet. That's how the rest of the trip was, watching you enjoy yourself and find comfort in another. Hating that he had to share you, but not intervening.

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Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, She keeps on growing, Slipping through my fingers all the time, Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time,

Standing outside the door, Sirius pulling himself together. Barley being able to grasp the fact that his little girl is getting married. And after getting married its kid- "You okay? Remus nudged him, questionably looking at him from the side. Nodding his head and taking a breath.

"Just trying to grasp the fact that our little girl isn't so...little," He spoke melancholily. Holding his husbands hand. "I am too, I am too..." Remus squeezed his hand before opening the door to Ginny's room where you were getting ready.

"Papa! Dad!" Turning around from the mirror to look at your parents. The first time they got to see you in your dress. "Don't cry your gonna make me cry and Hermione worked really hard on this makeup" You said, pulling a tissue to your water line so you don't ruin your makeup.

"You're absolutely stunning pup," Sirius spoke out, spinning you around to see the whole dress. "He going to be blown away." It was getting closer to the start of the wedding. You couldn't believe it, after 4 years of dating Fred asked both of your parents if he could marry you. Them agreeing along with an extensive amounts of death threats if he ever you. And today was actually the day. Bill and Fleur got married five months back and it was now Fred's and yours turn. The sound of Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone making their way downstairs to find their seats outside, taking a deep breath. " I'm ready." Latching both your arms into theirs, you made your way downstairs and to the start of the isle. Anxious to walk down the Isle, but soon calming down seeing your teary eyed lover standing down at the end. Unwrapping both of your parents slipping a kiss on both of their cheeks, "I love you," mouthed quietly to both of them as they sit down.

Sirius and Remus watching their not so little girl slipping from their fingers.

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OMG I'M DONE HEHE. I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR 5 HOURS MY BACK IS ABSOLUTELY DEAD. I'M PEACEFULLY GOING TO CRASH! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED AND HAVE AN AMAZING REST OF YOUR DAY. BE AWARE IM POSTING THIS WITHOUT EVEN READING IT BC I JUST WANT IT OUT AND AFTER I SLEEP AND HELP CLEAN TOMORROW ILL GO AND CLEAN IT UP - Yours Truly Grimmie

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nadinebrooks · 2 years

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

James Sirius Potter x Reader: We're Just Friends

Warning: None

"Dad is not going to be happy when he hears about you." I yelled up at my twin brother. I had been searching the whole castle for about an hour looking for him. I managed to find him at the Quidditch pitch. This was the first place I should have looked.

I knew that Scorpius loved coming to the Quidditch pitch when he wanted to blow off some stream. It was one of the few things in this world that could calm down.

Scorpius had always been rather sensitive. He tried to keep a lot of his feelings bottled up, but I always knew when something was bothering him. I mean we spent a lot of time together when we weren't in school.

Tryouts were coming up and Scorpius wanted to play Quidditch just like our father. He even wanted to be a Seeker just like dad. If you ask me, I think that Scorpius should try to go off on his own path. He wanted to do everything just like our dad.

Growing up we had always been super close. We told each other everything. I could read his emotions better than mine. But we didn't get to see each other as much as I would like us to because of the fact that we were in two different houses. It was hard to get some alone time with him just so we could talk.

Like I mentioned earlier, Scorpius was rather sensitive. Even though he felt a lot of his feelings, he wasn't someone that liked to share all those feelings. But I knew something was off with him. I always knew when something was wrong with him.

He followed behind directly in our parent's footsteps and ended up in Slytherin. I ended up in Gryffindor. I don't think my parents were upset about it. I mean they didn't say anything that made me think they were mad at me. I had heard the stories about how my dad treated people when he was at school. I knew that I did not want my family to be portrayed in that light anymore.

I hated that I only got to see each Scorpius during a few of classes we had together throughout the week. We were both so busy with our schedules that it was hard to find time to talk.

So, I decided that I would track him down if it was the only thing I had time to do today.

"What are you talking about (y/n)?" He glared coming down from the sky on his broom. He passed me a Snitch. He didn't even have to say anything. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. When he would practice at home, I would release the Snitch from different places around our manor and he would race to find it.

He was letting me know that since I was here the least I could do was help him out. If this is what I had to do to get some talking time with my brother then I was more than happy to do it.

I let the golden ball go and it flew around. Once he had caught it, he would bring it back to me. It was like a human game of fetch.

After a little while of doing this, an owl landed beside me. I instantly recognized the owl and I felt myself get giddy with happiness. I immediately ripped open the letter. I gave the owl an extra snack that I had been carrying around to eat later. I always carried an extra snack around just for this owl.

Meet me at our usual spot. Usual time.

-JP

Scorpius was riding around on the broom that my father had bought him for Christmas two years ago. Since it was a little out dated, our grandfather had promised Scorpius the newest broom model if he made the team. At first our grandfather wasn't happy at all when I had gotten placed Gryffindor. I thought he was going to disown me. Eventually he got over it just like my dad did a couple of years ago.

"I know about Rose Weasley." I blurted out before I could even stop myself. Scorpius' head snapped towards me causing him to miss the Snitch. It flew away further than he would have liked but he flew after it and caught it with ease. Once he caught it, he slowly made his way over to me. I could tell that he was trying to decide how to approach this conversation.

"What about Rose?" He sighed tightly gripping the broom. I could see that his face was calm but on the inside he was freaking out. I knew that face so well because I had mastered that face.

My father and I were extremely close and I told him everything. I knew that Scorpius didn't want this little secret to slip out. Even though my dad and I were close, I would never betray my brother. I would go to the end of the Earth for him. With absolutely no questions asked.

"I know you two are sneaking around." I grumbled. "Honestly, I'm a little offended that you didn't tell me. I thought we told each other everything." I reached over and pinched his cheek.

"Funny that you would say that." He darkly chuckled swatting my hand away. He started packing up his equipment and then headed back towards the school. I stood there trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that. By the time I had come back to my senses, Scorpius was halfway back to the school.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I nervously asked when I had caught up with him. I don't even know why I needed to ask. I knew exactly what he was trying to say. We had been so careful. There's no way that he knew. No way that anyone knew.

"You know exactly what I'm trying to say (y/n)." He took the stairs towards the dungeon and I followed. I pulled my robes tighter around me. It was always so cold down here. "I know that you and James Potter have been sneaking around. You two have been meeting each other late at night. I saw his owl (y/n). No reason to hide it."

"I-but-we-" I stammered not sure how to make the situation any better. He had called me out and there was nothing I could do.

"What was that you said about not telling each other everything?" He turned around and raised a pale eyebrow waiting for me to come up with an excuse. There was no need to lie to him.

"We haven't done anything." I huffed causing his eyebrow to raise higher.

"Oh really?" He spun around into the portrait hall, but I followed him inside. This wasn't the first time I had been in the Slytherin common room. I tried to avoid this place. The only time I would come in here was for my brother. "I don't believe that."

"You don't have to, but I promise we haven't. I know all about what you and Rose have been doing though."

"And what exactly have we been doing (y/n)?" He questioned flopping onto one of the couches. "I know that you and Rose are not close at all. There's no way she talked to you about us." I opened my mouth to respond, but my watch made a low buzz letting me know that I had a meeting to get to.

"I have to go now, but this conversation isn't over." I hiked up my robes and marched out of the common room.

"Tell James I said keep his hands to himself!" Was the last thing I heard before the entrance of the common room slammed shut. Sure James and I had become rather close over the last couple of years, but our relationship was strictly platonic.

We had kissed once. That was a while ago and after that kiss, we decided that we should just stay friends. Well that's what James decided and I just went along with it. I had developed feelings after that kiss, but I wasn't going to tell James that. After I realized that he didn't feel the same way about me. If I couldn't have James as a boyfriend, then a friend was good enough for me.

"Hey." I grinned when I got to our usual spot. It was in front of one of our father's favorite professors, Professor Severus Snape.

"Where have you been?" He questioned. "I was looking for you in the common room and the library."

"I was down at the Quidditch pitch with my brother. I was just talking to him while he was getting ready for Quidditch tryouts. Are you ready for them?"

"Of course. No need to worry about me (y/n). My father was-"

"The youngest Seeker in a century. I've heard you say that so many times, but that doesn't mean the position is going to be handed to you. You have to work for it just like everyone else."

"Do your fathers know that you have been getting along so well?" We both turned towards the portrait to see Professor Snape looking down at us with this sort of amused looked on his face.

"No." We both answered not meeting his eye.

"Even though our father's didn't like each other doesn't mean we have to be like them." James boldly responded.

"Your father's didn't just dislike each other. They loathed each other. Couldn't stand the sight of each other. But it's nice to see that you two aren't continuing the tradition." We stood there talking to Professor Snape for a little while longer until Fred and Roxanne Weasley came bounding the hallway. Those two were inseparable.

"Uncle Harry is not going to be happy when he finds out about you two." Fred's brown eyes were gleaming with mischief while he looked at his younger cousin.

"That's exactly what I said." Professor Snape sneered.

"Stop." Roxanne giggled, "I think it's rather cute. Forbidden love."

"We're not dating." I instantly said not wanting any of them to get the wrong idea.

"Pity." Roxanne sighed.

"Well on that note, we're playing Truth or Dare so c'mon." Fred said but before anyone could reply he took off down the hall with his sister right behind him. I looked and James and shrugged, what harm could there be in a little game of Truth or Dare?

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"Dare." James replied. He had done Truth two times before so it was time for something new.

I was sitting on the floor in a large circle in the Room of Requirement playing Truth or Dare with my brother, James, Albus, Lily Luna, Teddy Lupin, and all the Weasleys. I wasn't able to meet the eye of Hugo Weasley who was staring his cousin down. This was not going to be fun.

"I dare you to kiss (y/n)." He simply stated. "Not a quick peck. A real kiss."

"But we're not together." James protested. I felt my heart sink. I would think that he would have been a little happier to kiss me, but I guess not.

"Rules are rules." Fred pointed out. I couldn't believe that out of everyone here, they hadn't picked Rose and Scorpius to kiss. Of course it ended up being the two of us.

"Fine." James grumbled standing up and trudging over towards me. He held out a hand and helped me to my feet. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'll just take the consequences."

"No. It's okay." I sadly whispered. I was a little shorter than James so I had to stand on my tippy toes to reach him. At first it was rather cautious but then James reached up and gripped my hair. This was the first time I had ever kissed anyone like this. I was pouring every single emotion I was feeling at the moment into this kiss. James other arm reached around my waist, pulling me closer to him until I couldn't be any closer.

I really didn't mean to but I let out a little moan which caused James to smile into the kiss. It was unlike any kiss I had experienced before. There was a wolf whistle and then an awkward cough.

When we pulled apart Scorpius, Albus, and Fred were looked absolutely shocked. But Rose, Lily Luna, and Roxanne were beaming.

"But friends don't kiss each other like that." Hugo had said what everything was thinking.

"Well I guess that means we're not friends anymore." James smirked at me.

"I guess not." I giggled reaching up and planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"I cannot wait until father hears about this." Scorpius whispered in shock.

#harry potter #harry potter masterlist #harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #james sirius potter #James Sirius potter x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Ace, Epel: Heart of the Cards

… Yes, I made. Yu-Gu-Oh reference in the name of this piece—

I’m mildly annoyed at Ace for telling us that his birthday is actually tomorrow (which is true for some parts of the world) and then laughing at us when we believe him 🙃 If it wasn’t his birthday, I’d put him in the time out corner for being cheeky.

chisbsebdke one of Ace’s homescreen lines mentions that Leona gave him a salad 🥗??? I bet it’s something Ruggie slapped on Leona’s plate that he’s just giving away (especially since Leona gave a pen without ink to Vil for his first birthday).

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you do on your days off?”

“Nothin’ much! I usually play video games, but sometimes I’ll go to town and check out what’s new.” Ace’s eyes were as bright as glossy cherries. “Oh yeah, there’s this sweet hamburger place there!”

“Hamburger place?” Epel carefully combed through his thoughts, retrieving a foggy memory of thin cardboard crowns and fries cut into slender sword shapes. “You mean Burger Prince? The one past Muffin Man Bakery on Dreary Lane?”

“Yup, that’s the one!” Ace snapped with both hands, his fingers ending in positions that pointed toward his interviewer. “It’s a chain. There’s also one in my hometown, so I went there all the time as a kid.”

“Wow! We don’t have anything like that in Harveston. Erm... since we’re in the middle of nowhere. The first Burger Prince I ever saw was here after starting at NRC. I want to try it, but...” Epel bit his lip. “Vil-san doesn’t like it when we eat things with our hands.”

“Seriously? You’ve been missing out! Tell you what, you should come with next time!” Ace insisted, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulder. He thrusted his broom upward. “You and me, Epel! We’ll take the town together!”

Then, a wink.

“Screw Vil-senpai, it’ll be our little secret!”

“E-Eh? Really?” It took Epel a few moments to gather himself—but when he did, he managed a soft laugh. “Alright, I’m holding you to your word. You’ll have to give me recommendations though. I don’t know the menu at all.”

“Everything’s pretty good, so just pick what you’ll like!” Ace paused, reconsidering his words. “But don’t get the kid’s meal, cuz there’s waaay less food in it. I used to get that all the time when I was little just cuz I wanted the free toy that came with it, but we’re not exactly little anymore.”

“No,” Epel agreed with a mischievous grin, “we’re not, are we? But I’m surprised that your parents took you to eat burgers that much. My ma and pa would’ve just said we already have food at home. Plenty of apples to go around.”

“Nah, it was my big bro that took me.”

“Your big bro...? Is that the same one you said graduated from NRC?”

“That’s him.” Ace rotated his broom by the handle, watching the flowers flounce and the moonlight bouncing off of the shiny red wrapping paper adorning them. His face was thoughtful. “Now he’s got a job and all that adult junk to deal with. We can’t hang out as much as we did before.”

He’s all set in life. He’s already got everything figured out. Compared to that… I’m still here with no idea where I want to go.

Epel eyed his expression. “… Do you miss him?”

“What?! No, I don’t!” Ace snapped (perhaps a little too quickly). “I’m not a baby, I can totally handle myself, by myself! I’m…”

No longer a kid, but not quite yet an adult. Too old for fast food toys but too young to be taken seriously by the world.

The birthday boy stopped himself and started over. “… Look—My dad, he can’t use magic, but he can do card tricks. Sleight of hand stuff. Once, he made this house of cards.”

Ace indicated with a hand, drawing it well above his head. Epel’s eyes followed him.

“It was huge. You need some serious skill to place the cards. The smallest thing can mess it up and cause the whole thing to come crashing down. The next card being laid out depends on the cards that came before to support it.

“I knew that dad would keep building it up, but I didn’t know what came after it was done. That’s kinda where I am right now: not knowing what comes after. But people are expecting me to have it all together, and I think… ‘Do I need to have it all sorted out now?’”

“Man.” Ace threw his head back and groaned in exasperation. “Ahhhh, all this ‘growing up’ stuff hurts my head to think about! I just wanna learn cool spells, not worry about this!”

There were too many possible choices, and no formula for the right one, no answers to copy or to imitate.

“Then don’t.”

Ace stared at Epel, whose big eyes glittered defiantly.

“Don’t,” Epel repeated, his mouth quirking into a smirk. “Just be your own man.

“There’s still lots of time for you—for us—to figure out what kind of people we want to be. We’re still nowhere close to the top of that house of cards. So I guess what I’m saying is…” He paused, letting his polite facade drop. “… have a lil’ more faith in yerself, wouldja?”

“Hah?! Dude, what kinda pep talk is that supposed to be?” Ace pouted sulkily—though his cheeks flared. “You’re being all mushy and it’s really weirding me out. Did Rook-senpai finally start getting to you?”

“Eheheh. You’re embarrassed.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am NOT!!”

“Are too. You’re just too afraid to admit it.”

“I’m NOT afraid of anything!”

“Yeah?” Epel stepped back and cheekily pointed up. “Then prove it. Take the first step forward. Make like the branches of an apple tree and reach for the sky. None of that little baby flying drill stuff. Show me the real deal.”

“Heh, easy!” Ace angled his broom and straddled it with a confidant, cocky grin. “Just watch this—I’ll show you just how fast and how far I can go!”

“I bet you can’t outdo me,” Epel said proudly, his head held high, “the best flier in the first year.”

Ace’s smile morphed into a smirk. “Bet.”

He winked, and shot off into the bitterly crisp night.

#Ace Trappola #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Ace birthday takeover #spoilers #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #Burger Prince is not the actual name of the chain #I borrowed the name from Shrek 2 #… yes I also made a Shrek 2 reference #something no one asked for

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braveclementine · 5 months

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Chapter 9

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖆 letter to dad the next morning:

Dear Dad, I was wondering with the Christmas holidays coming up, if you want me to come back home. I know full moon is December 21, but I would hate for you to be alone during the holidays. I won't come back if you would rather I stay here. Totally up to you, I don't mind either option. Also, I've been trying to find out who Nicholas Flamel is. I know I've heard the name before but I can't remember who he is. I know he is famous for something. . . a little help please! Oh yeah, Harry's the seeker for the Gryffindor team. They made an exception for him and he's really good. He probably got the ability from James. Anyways, his broom was acting up in mid-air during the game, like it was trying to buck him off. Both Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell looked like they were trying to jinx him, but I think one was muttering a counter-jinx or else I believe he wouldn't have stay on the broom as long as he did if both of them had been trying to curse him, right? Hermione, Ron, and Harry all think that Snape was trying to kill Harry. None of them saw Quirrell. I don't think it was Snape, because I think it's Quirrell. What do you think? Lots of love, Elizabeth

I stopped by the Great Hall and picked up some bacon in a napkin for Sadie, and made my way up to the Owlery. Fred Weasley joined me mid-way there, twirling a letter between two of his fingers.

"Sup Liz." He said, falling in stride with me.

"Hey Fred, where's George?" They were almost always together.

"Still sleeping. Lazy ass." Fred said, making an exaggerated face. "Why, did you want to see him rather than me?"

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had since the game yesterday. "No, you two are just never apart. Also, good game yesterday. I'm glad you and George were trying to save Harry too."

Fred nodded, distant for a moment. Then he came back to the present. "Wonder how his broom did that anyways." Then he smirked and said, "We're a bunch of heroes, aren't we?"

I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm, not commenting on the possible why's or possible how's on Harry's broom.

We started climbing the steps to the owlery. Fred was making jokes and I laughed at all of them. In the owlery, he went over to another owl and sent off a letter, while I tied Dad's letter to Sadie's leg. I fed her a piece of bacon, letting her eat out of my hand. "Safe flight." I murmured softly and she flew out into the early dawn.

I turned to face Fred and noticed, at that moment, a large snowy owl sitting up in the rafters. Peering at her a little closer, I realized that it was the same snowy owl that I had seen in Diagon Alley. The one that I had wanted but felt I should leave for someone else to get. Hedwig, Harry's owl. I smiled, reaching up, and fed her my last piece of bacon. She hooted softly in thanks. Maybe she remembered me, maybe she just liked the bacon. Either way, I knew she had been meant for a good home. I was suddenly glad I hadn't bought her.

Fred and I walked back down and went out separate ways. I found myself wandering, since it was a free period, and I found myself back near the corridor with the Mirror of Erised. I hesitated, looking at the closed door, and then found myself walking towards it.

I said I would never come back here again, I thought, trying to make myself turn around. My feet continued towards the door and I opened it, slipped inside, and closed it again. I dropped my bag down by the door, turned, and froze

Professor Snape had been standing in front of the mirror. At my noisy entrance, he'd turned to face me, a guarded look on his face.

"S-sorry." I stuttered, reaching down to pick up my bag and leave. "I didn't know anyone would be in here."

"Come here." Professor Snape commanded in a soft voice. I didn't dare disobey.

I left my bag where it was and trailed over to where he was standing, apprehensive. He didn't look angry. He looked away from me and back in the mirror. His eyes were sad and full of longing.

"You see Lily Potter." I blurted out before I could stop myself. "With James and Harry. All of them alive."

Professor Snape looked at me quickly, angrily, and possibly a little frightened. "How did you know that?" He asked, sharply. He'd probably never told a single person what he saw in the mirror.

I hesitated. I decided on the truth. Dad had always said that the truth was the best option. "I see a lot of things, in my head, I mean." I started out hesitantly and then realized that I probably sounded crazy and tried to clarify. "Mostly things of the future, but sometimes random things of the past." I blushed red, adding, "I see a lot of things about you."

"Like what?" Snape asked, no longer looking at me, nor at the mirror.

I thought about it carefully. "Before Lily died, you used to see yourself getting married to her, at least in the Mirror." As I spoke it, I saw the vision again. The one where Lily had brown eyes. That was the thing though. . . mum didn't have brown eyes- she had green eyes. "Or. . ." I voiced aloud.

"Or what?" Snape asked.

"Or maybe it wasn't mum after all." I whispered under my breath. I had brown eyes. I looked like mum. But it wasn't possible. No one knew I existed, he couldn't possibly have seen me in the mirror. He had to have seen Lily.

"What did you say?" Snape asked, looking down. He didn't appear confused, but he didn't seem to have heard me anyways.

"Nothing." I said quickly. There was no way I was voicing that option aloud. After all, it had been a slightly hazy vision and I couldn't marry a Professor. It had to be mum. "But I know that you're trying to stop Quirrell from getting past the three-headed dog. That's how you got bitten on Halloween night. The dogs guarding the stone."

The stone? Of course, the Sorcerer's stone. That was what Nicholas Flamel was famous for. He had created the one and only Sorcerer's stone. Looking into the future quickly, I saw that Hermione would figure it out and tell Harry and Ron anyways.

"You shouldn't know about that." Snape said sharply. "Just like-" He cut off, turning away.

I shrugged though now I felt as though I was in trouble. "There's a lot of stuff I shouldn't know. I know what Dumbledore sees when he looks in the mirror, what Harry sees, that Quirrell was the one trying to curse Harry off his broom, that next year will be a dangerous year though I'm sure of the exact danger. I can't help it. I don't know why I have these visions." I hesitated again. "you're the only one I've told." Dad had told me not to tell anyone. I hadn't even told Hermione. Why was I spilling all my secrets to Professor Snape?

We stood in silence for a moment and then he moved over. Putting a hand on my shoulder he asked, "What do you see when you look into the mirror?"

I stood in front of the mirror, but it was different from the last time. Now, in addition to mum, dad, Lupin, Sirius, and Harry- there was also Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Lavender Brown, a small boy with a camera, Uncle Moody, Fred, Cedric Diggory, another Professor- I think the one who taught Muggle studies- a woman with bright pink hair, and a small house-elf with green eyes. It was the strangest thing ever and I didn't know why they were there. I didn't even know half the people in the mirror.

I noticed that Professor Snape was closest to me, besides Lupin, and that our hands were just touching briefly, by our fingers. The mirror unsettled me. These were the most random people ever. I wasn't even friends with Lavender, what was she doing in here? Surely, not all of these people were people I wanted to know.

So I lied. "I see myself creating a cure for werewolves." I whispered softly. "I see myself curing my dad." Then I slipped out from under his hand and ran back towards the door, grabbing my bag.

He said nothing as I left the room, standing where I had stood, and looking into the eyes of my dead mum.

Or so I thought.

.❤️.

𝕯𝖆𝖉'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 back four days later.

Dear Elizabeth, I would love if you came back for the holidays. That is, if you don't mind me being gone on the 21st. Your grandfather is going to come over and visit with us from the 20th to New Years so you won't have to worry about being alone on the 21st. I don't know what to make of Harry's broom acting like that. It could've been either Professor though I'm inclined to say it most likely wasn't Severus. I can't believe that he would harm Lily's son, even with his hatred for James. I can't believe either Professor would have attempted that. Was Dumbledore in the crowd? It was a risky move, whichever Professor (if it was a Professor) did it. Nicholas Flamel is the famous alchemist who created the sorcerers' stone. That's the stone that creates base metals into gold and also the Elixir of life. I'd love to have that stone (mostly joking). Write back soon if you do plan on coming home for Christmas. All my love, Dad

Writing back, I said I would be coming home for Christmas, which made me start wondering about what to get Dad, Trang, Hermione, Ron, Fred, Hagrid and Harry for Christmas. I might as well throw George in there so there was no bias.

In the end, the gifts were quite simple. I got Fred and George fireworks from the joke shop in Hogsmeade. I also gave Fred an extra gift of Fizzing Wizzbees. I got Ron a box of sugar quills. I got Hagrid a book on Dragon care, a knowing smile on my face when I bought that one.

For Harry, I bought a large plastic container of sherbet levitation balls. For Hermione, I bought a bunch of children wizarding books for her. I decided I would wait until I was back home to buy Dad and Trang's gifts.

.❤️.

𝕺𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 to last day before break, I walked towards the Great Hall, and saw Hagrid carrying a large Christmas tree, still slightly snow-frosted. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking behind him. I ran to catch up, my bag banging against my hip.

"I hate them both. Malfoy and Snape." Harry was saying, scowling. Reaching into my visions I saw that moments before, Snape had taken house points from Gryffindor because of Malfoy. Past-event visions were much easier to twist and shape now that I had a rough hang on them.

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas." Hagrid was saying, "Oh hello there Elizabeth."

"Hi Hagrid." I said, looking around.

The hall looked wonderful. Holly and mistletoe were plastered to the walls and hung from the ceiling. There were twelve large Christmas trees, so big I was surprised that even Hagrid had been able to carry them in. They were decorated with baubles, candles, holly, candy canes, and icicles. Magic and decorating truly went together.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked, setting the last tree down in the corner.

"Just one." Hermione replied, "And that reminds me- Harry, Elizabeth, Ron, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

I discretely rolled my eyes while Ron said slowly, "Oh yeah, you're right."

"The library?" Hagrid asked, following us out of Great hall into the bustling corridor. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

If I'd been alone, I would've said yes. I used the Christmas, Easter, and Summer holidays as time to catch up on my Muggle school studies in addition to my magical studies. But I wasn't alone and I was still a little self-conscious about the fact that I was doing Muggle homework.

"Oh, we're not working." Harry said in a bright voice. I grinned, and then hid my smile, feeling just a little bad for Hagrid cause he probably felt terrible for spilling the name. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

"Yer what?" Hagrid sounded appalled and ashamed, and my sympathy increased tenfold. "Listen here- I've told yeh- drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'".

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all." Hermione said innocently.

I know, I know, I could've told them. But I'd gotten good at this futuristic vision thing by now. They could figure it out on their own without me, and there was a specific timeline of when they needed to figure out certain things. I could tell them, just not at this exact moment. After Christmas break I could. Harry needed to try out the invisibility cloak first.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry asked innocently. He was very good at the innocent look. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere- just give us a hint- I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin'" said Hagrid flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves then." Ron said. They left for the library, but I stayed behind with Hagrid, telling Hermione I'd catch up with them in a moment. Hagrid looked after them, disgruntled and anxious.

"Hagrid, it's going to be okay. They're not going to find anything until way after Christmas." I said. I shifted the books in my arms. I wanted to get out to the greenhouse before lunch and check up on my plant before leaving for the holidays. I needed a good grade on this project.

"You seem sure about that," Hagrid grunted, walking through the castle with me. I wrapped myself in my jacket and scarf as we exited the castle.

"I am." I said firmly, putting my books into my side bag. "You shouldn't worry about them, they-we- can handle ourselves."

Hagrid stroked his beard and was quiet for a moment, the only sound was our boots tramping on the freshly fallen snow. "Perhaps, but Harry has already had enough trouble, he doesn't need ter get mixed up in this."

"The stone will be safe whether or not Harry and them find out about it." I said, reassuring Hagrid.

Hagrid gave a start. "You know?"

"Hagrid, I know quite a bit." I said, exasperated, but felt my insides squirming guiltily. "I knew who Nicolas Flamel was a long time ago. I just haven't told them yet because now isn't the right time for them to know, if you get what I mean. There's a time for everything, and now isn't it."

Hagrid looked troubled when I left him. I felt relieved. Professor Sprout was the only other person in the greenhouse, checking out everyone else's plants. She beamed at me as I shrugged out of my robes, setting them on a hook near the entrance with my bookbag.

"Miss Kane! Come to check up on your plant, have you?" She asked, making another note on her clipboard.

I nodded, walking over to where my dandelions were growing. "I just hope they're doing well."

"It's one of the best plants in here." She said. "Along with Miss Grangers and Mr Longbottoms."

"Neville's doing well." I grinned.

She nodded. "It's his best subject, or so I'm told."

I checked out my plant, having to grab a step-stool to reach the counter. It did seem to be blossoming beautifully. I checked the drainage and the roots, feeling the soil with my bare finger. Everything seemed to be in perfect condition and there really was nothing else left for me to do to the plant.

"What are you going to be doing for Christmas?" Professor Sprout asked, stopping over a flower that was doing quite poorly and frowning at it, scribbling furiously on the clipboard. I wondered who's plant it was and hoped it was Dracos'.

"I'm going home to my dad's." I said, pulling off a stray, somewhat dead leaf from my plant. "It'll be just us for Christmas, although he mentioned that his dad may come over. I hope so, I haven't seen my grandfather in a couple of years."

She smiled, noting a dead leaf on someone's plant. She tsked, and wrote something down on her clipboard.

"Professor, is there anything else I can do to learn more?" I asked cautiously. I'd asked McGonagall and Snape for extra lessons of course but they'd both turned me down and I didn't want to be turned down by a third teacher.

She looked up at me, slightly amused, slightly confused. "You know you're doing much more than anyone else is doing. Not just in this class I've heard. Professor Flitwick says that you've been getting private lessons from him, and Professor McGonagall said that you asked the same of her. If anything, I'd concentrate on that Astronomy grade of yours from what I hear."

I sighed, disappointed. "Astronomy, Autonomy."

Professor Sprout looked only amused now. "Every magical class is just as important as the other."

I sighed again, knowing that the information was important whether or not I liked it. "I know. I just wish I could find it as interesting as my other classes." I hesitated and then asked, "There really isn't anything else I can do?"

Professor Sprout looked at me for a long moment, a rare, serious look on her face. Then, she handed me the clipboard she'd been using to grade the students. "Here, you can help me grade other students. . . as long as you're fair, of course. Perhaps you could be a PA."

I was pleased. Most students couldn't become Professor Assistants until fifth year.

.❤️.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖞 I left with Hermione to board the Hogwarts Express. We sat in a compartment with Susan Bones and talked about what we were going to do over the holiday. Both of them voiced opinions on what I should get my Dad and Muggle girlfriend for Christmas.

When the Trolley witch came along, I realized that I could send Trang candy. Of course, I'd have to be careful to send her something that wasn't magical. Sugar quills that looked like real quills and she could suck on them all day in class. Of course, in America, they probably used ballpoint pens but still, she was a Brit.

Dad was waiting for me at the station, looking a bit ill. There were about a week or so left before the 21st so I wasn't all that surprised. He almost always looked ill, just in different degrees.

He hugged me tightly. "Ah, I've missed you a lot Elizabeth."

"Me too dad." I said, squeezing him tightly. I felt like I was ten again, just a kid, and not someone who seemed to have the fate of the world on her shoulders. Cause after all, if Quirrell got that stone. . . well who knew what would happen. . .but probably nothing good. I couldn't imagine him taking it for himself, he was to much of a coward. So he must be stealing it for someone more important than him, more powerful, someone who could protect him, right? I just hoped it wasn't Voldemort. . .

Dad decided on side-along apparition to get home quickly. I found it a bit nauseating, but was pleased to be home. Sadie was already here, waiting in my bedroom. I'd told her to stay at the house when she delivered my message to dad.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning up my bedroom. Having not lived in it for a few months, everything had collected dust.

The day after that, I got up early and wrote a note to dad telling him that I had gone to Diagon Alley to look for Christmas presents. I took the floo network and was in Diagon Alley in no time. I searched the shops, looking for anything that stood out for dad and even for Trang- sometimes there were innocent things that were fascinating, but also simple.

Finally, for dad, I found a handsome locket. It wasn't a girly necklace in the shape of a heart or anything like that. It was made of old bronze, but had lost value because of the tarnish- it wasn't goblin made. It was circular shaped and hollow on the inside, tines in place for pictures. It was as big as an American Half-dollar. I paid 37 Galleons and pocketed it.

I had no idea what to get Trang. Sending her just candy seemed to be a bit of a horrible thing to do. I wanted to give her something that she could keep. I went to Flourish and Blotts to see if they had any interesting books that didn't have moving pictures in it.

A majority of books did, but finally I decided to send her a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Considering even in the Muggle world, fantastic beasts were something of the known, though mystical. And the drawings in here were watercolor and they rarely moved. Hopefully, Trang didn't look to closely and if she did. . .well I was sure I could explain it. After all, technology advanced all the time, right?

I visited the broom shop, looking through brooms again. I hesitated at the Nimbus 2000. It was 300 Galleons, more money than I had ever spent in my life. I had the money, I had nearly 10,000 Galleons in my vault yet. . .

I turned away and walked out of the shop. I restated my deal in my head. If I made Hufflepuff Quidditch team next year, then I would buy the broom. Plus, by that time, the price would drop to 220 Galleons and save me money. (That wasn't a futuristic vision- that was just economical math).

Back home, I wrapped Trang's gifts and set them aside. I would send Sadie off with them later today. Or could I? Maybe I'd have to send them through Muggle packages. Could Sadie make a trip over the sea?

I got a moving photo of me from Dad's study, duplicated it, and transfigured it so that it would fit the circular shape of the locket. I fitted it in and stuck it with a permanent sticking charm on the back because I wasn't sure the tines would be strong enough to hold it. On the other side, I placed a lock of my hair. It was something signature in the Wizarding world. I put a thin wrap of plastic over it, using the sticking charm again. I closed the locket, placing it in an ornate box and wrapping it.

I felt my own locket bouncing against my chest and I pulled it out and opened it. Mum and dad smiled up at me, and baby Harry waved his small fist, looking up into mum's face. I smiled and stared at the pictures for a long time until I heard dad come in the room. I snapped it closed and stood up quickly. I shoved the wrapped box into the closet.

Grandfather came a day early and dad left the house the afternoon of the 20th for the forest.

.❤️.

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 and I woke up early. I crept down the stairs so I didn't wake dad or grandfather.

There were more presents under the tree than I was used to, and there was also a large something with a blanket over it. Noises were coming from it- moving noises- and I was quite tempted to look under it. I refrained myself from looking in case it was a magical creature. I'd much rather have dad around if something went wrong.

I cooked breakfast instead- for the adults at least. I was quite content with eating only candy, cookies, and sweets today. I made cheesy scrambled eggs (because that was how Grandfather liked them) and then two separate sunny side up eggs for Dad (his favorite). Then there was bacon and sausage links. I put a pot of water on the stove to boil for tea.

Dad and grandfather woke up around nine. Well, actually, I got impatient and woke them up. Most of the presents were for me, though Dad did like his locket. (Or at least he said he did but he was a horrible liar, so I was quite content he was telling the truth). I didn't expect him to wear it either because it wasn't that great of a gift, but he slipped it around his neck when I wasn't looking and tucked it under his robes. Grandfather had gotten him new work robes and also some books, though I wasn't entirely sure what they were on.

Hermione had given me some of her favorite Muggle history books along with a couple of fiction ones too. She'd given me a new book called The Awakening: Volume I. It was about a girl named Elena Gilbert and two brothers Stefan and Damon Salvatore. It had vampires, witches, and werewolves in it and I couldn't wait to read it. Plus, looking at the characters on the cover. . . Damon was hot.

Ron and George had both gotten me Chocolate Frogs. Unfortunately, I didn't get any new cards to add to my collection. However, it did put my number of Helga Hufflepuff cards to an even 46.

From Hagrid, I got a carved statuette in the shape of a rabbit. It was standing on its hind legs, both ears pointed upwards. It was adorable and I was incredibly happy that Hagrid had taken the time to make it for me. I put it up on a partly empty shelf in my bedroom above my dresser.

Fred had sent me a box of sour gummies from Honey Dukes, along with a small woven bracelet with small bands on it that were meant for separate charms. It came with a broom charm. I put it on right away.

Trang had sent me a rather large box with a divider down the middle. On one side, she had sent me a bunch of books that she had found in America, including the same copy of the Vampire Diary book that Hermione had sent me. Luckily, that was the only duplicate. On the other side was a bunch of different American sweets that I had never heard before. Zotz, Mega Warheads, Tear Jerkers, Sour jacks, pop rocks, a container with a singular mega jawbreaker, DinoSour Eggs, and something called an astro pop. I could only assume that they weren't dangerous because they were Muggle candy.

Harry had also given me a book and also different patterned bookmarks, which I hadn't expected but rather liked. Most of them were Quidditch designed and all in Hufflepuff colors except for one which was in Gryffindor colors. The book was also on Quidditch.

I finally set those aside, leaving two presents from dad, and one present from grandfather. Neither of those included whatever was under the blanket.

The first thing from dad was a small box. Undoing the wrapping paper, I opened it and saw that it was a small bracelet. It was made of small linked chains, possibly of silver. There was a small moon charm on it and I grinned. My fingers fumbled with the clasp but I managed to get it on my wrist right next to Fred's bracelet.

"Thanks Dad." I said, grinning up at him.

He chuckled. "You haven't even opened the better present."

I reached under the tree and pulled out a longer package. I felt it in my hands and looked up at dad in shock. "A broomstick?"

He simply smiled.

I tore off the wrapping paper and there was the Nimbus 2000 that I had been looking at in the store only six days ago. "But-why- how- I mean- this" I stuttered over my words, trying to express my gratitude, while also expressing my worry over the money.

"I thought it was about time that you had a proper broom." Dad said. "I know you're worried about the money, but don't worry about it, okay?"

I jumped up, ran over, and hugged him tightly, unable to express my thanks in words properly.

"You will make the team next year, right?" Grandfather joked. "Would be a shame if you didn't make it."

I nodded multiple times, still speechless.

Grandfather's gift was a necklace. It had been grandmother's at one point and he wanted me to have it. Since I was already wearing everyone's jewelry, I slipped it on as well. It came to rest a couple of inches above my belly button, but it had been designed to be longer. There was a sapphire at the bottom of it and the chain was silver.

I pointed to the blanket apprehensively. "What's under there?"

Both Lupin and Lyall laughed. "Go ahead and take a look." Grandfather said with a grin.

I approached it slowly, unsure what sort of creature was going to leap up at me. There were multiple different magical creatures that could be kept as pets, but I already had Sadie. Oh, perhaps it was a crup puppy? Those were incredibly cute. Or a Kneazle kit?

I pulled the blanket off and it took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. I fell to my knees, opened the cage door, and pulled out the adorable little bunny that was sitting in it. I squealed with delight as I held it on my shoulder ,and it licked my ear, pushing its soft tiny nose against my cheek. I nearly fainted with happiness, joy, and enthusiasm. As it was, I squealed.

"Thank you Grandfather, thank you so much." I said. I ran back over to the couch and sat between them.

"Well you're very welcome sweetheart." He said, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"And thank you dad." I said, unable to stop smiling. "This has really been one of the best Christmas I've ever had." I beamed up at him.

The rest of the day went well. The bunny ran around as I cooked Christmas dinner which was ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, pickled beets, black olives, banana peppers, pumpkin pie, apple cider, and grape cider. Grandfather was impressed by how well I was doing in the kitchen, even though I was only eleven. I overheard them talking in the breakfast room.

"She's taught herself to cook ever since she was seven." Lupin said quietly. I obviously wasn't supposed overhear. "She would bring home cookbooks and look for ingredients, or ask me to take her to the store so she could get them and then she'd make it. I'm ashamed to admit that I thought she was going to burn the house down, at first, but she's really gotten excellent at it. She's the smartest girl I know. I actually got a complimentary letter from Professor Sprout saying she's one of her most dedicated students. I don't know what Elizabeth's doing up at Hogwarts, but I'd say she's excelling indeed."

Professor Sprout had actually done that? I wondered if Professor McGonagall had sent one to Hermione's parents. Then again, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were very different. Professor Sprout had probably sent out several letters to student's parents.

At that moment, a vision came out of nowhere. Harry had gotten Dad's invisibility cloak. I dived deeper into the vision, in order to see what dad's cloak had looked like. Harry was trying it on in front of Ron. Everything but his head disappeared. I wished, at that moment, that I had something of dad's or mum's.

Then, I immediately felt ashamed of myself, and wrenched out of the vision. How could I think like that? After everything Lupin had done for me! After the incredibly expensive gift that he'd given me today. And he was willing to do everything for me. How could I be so ungrateful?

I carefully placed the wooden spoon that I was using to mix the mashed potatoes down on the counter. I quickly turned everything off on the stove and put lids over the food so the heat would stay in. I hurried past dad and grandfather so that I could get upstairs to the bathroom.

"Elizabeth?" Dad asked, concerned as I passed.

I didn't turn around and just said, "bathroom" as normally as possible. I raced up the stairs and hurried into the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror as though the word selfish would be printed across my forehead in capital letters. I observed myself. I no longer wore my glasses, and I could now see the resemblance I had to mum. My brown hair had more red tints and my face was starting to shape like hers. The brown eyes were the only difference, the difference between the two of us looking nearly identical.

"I'm selfish." I whispered aloud. I sounded much younger than I wanted to. "I can't be selfish anymore." Never again, would I wish for anything. I would make the most out of everything. That stupid mirror!

There was a knock at the door. "Elizabeth?" Dad asked in concern. "Are you alright?"

I opened the door. "Yeah, I just had a vision." I said.

His brow creased in concern. "About what?"

I hesitated and then said, "Well I saw what Harry had gotten for Christmas. Dumbledore gave him James's old invisibility cloak. I had a momentary fleeting wish that I had something of mums' or James' and immediately felt horrible because you've already given me so much that I shouldn't be wishing for anything else. Especially the broom! I love the broom! How could I be so selfish and want more?"

Dad stared at me for a second and then, to my shock and slight horror, he burst out laughing. "Elizabeth, you're young! You're supposed to be selfish and want more than you have. It's natural. Especially those who grow up without a lot of money, it's natural to want something every once in a while."

I shook my head, feeling frustrated and slightly abashed. Was Dad saying it was alright to be selfish? "I don't want to be selfish. I really am satisfied with what I have. I swear, it was just a fleeting thought."

Dad laughed aloud again and that was the end of the conversation. I felt much better as I went downstairs to finish off dinner. If he was laughing, then there really wasn't anything to worry about.

It was dark and cold after dinner, but I still took the broomstick out with dad to a nearby clearing in the woods nearby that was empty and had good tree coverage. I took off on the broomstick, feeling the wind on the my face, stinging my eyes. It was freezing, but I was exhilarated. We didn't stay long though, and we headed back to the house for dessert and I played with the bunny rabbit.

He was a lion-lop (lionhead x English lop mix) rabbit with white and gray coloring. He had lots of baby fur around his face and on his butt, covering his tail. I called him Sushi which was an adorable name. Eventually, I thought, I'm going to get him a girl rabbit so they could mate and play. And I'll name her. . . well what color would she be? If she's brown it'll be cinnamon. If she's black she'll be. . . chocolate. No? What good food is black cause chocolates brown. . .Licorice? Coffee? Ink Pasta? Hmm. . . I just won't get a black rabbit. A white rabbit's easy though- Marshmallow, rice, cracker, or vanilla. Probably Rice. Rice and Sushi.'

Grandfather left for his home on New Year's Day and I spent quality time with Daddy and Sushi. Sadie came back with a letter from Trang, asking how I had managed to get such a wonderfully trained owl, and also thank you for the presents. I had forgotten to send the presents by Muggle post, but Trang's letter didn't seem to care much, only finding the situation amusing, and her host parents thought it was amazing and asked if all Brits did that for Christmas.

Dad and I talked about my visions and what we thought some of them might mean. I confessed that I knew Harry, Ron, and Hermione were going to go after the stone if Dumbledore left Hogwarts, and I knew that he would eventually, though I didn't know when. I also confessed that I was torn between going with them and telling an adult.

Dad didn't say much on it, only saying that James would've gone, and Lily would've told a teacher.

"Either way, you'll be doing as your parents would've done and I know that matters a lot to you." He said kindly but I wondered if he felt sad on a deeper level.

"What would you have done?" I asked. "Or really, what would you do?"

"Does my opinion matter that much to you?" He asked lightly. I climbed up off the floor where I was playing with Sushi and curled up next to him on the couch, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm went around my shoulder.

"Your opinion means the world to me." I whispered.

"Follow your heart, I think. I'm not entirely sure what I would do if I was in your position. I suppose I would've gone, I think, James definitely could've gotten me to go. But ultimately, the choice is up to you. If there's a bad outcome, you need to tell a teacher. Only you know how the situation is going to play out."

"Hagrid's going to get a dragon." I said, changing the subject. "That ought to be interesting, he'll want us to help raise it."

Dad shuddered with horror so we didn't talk about my visions any more after that. Then eventually it was time to go back to Hogwarts and I went, leaving my broomstick and Sushi behind. I brought nearly everything else with me except for a couple books that I couldn't fit into my trunk.

"I'll see you when school ends." Dad said, kissing my cheek good-bye. I returned the kiss. "But please, stay safe, and stay hidden in the crowds. I'd hate to think about any other alternatives where you're not safe."

I think that was his way of saying what he thought. He was telling me not to go on that adventure with Harry.

But would I listen when the time came?

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pbandjesse · 8 months

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Me and James are at Jess's house! None of us are tired but we have to wake up at 5 to go to the airport so we are going to try our best to get some sleep.

Today was a restful day. Like I did my best to not make myself crazy. I slept in even! I actually wanted to keep sleeping past 930 but I knew it would actually make me feel worse so I slowly worked on waking up.

Dad had texted me not long before I woke up so I asked if I could call him at 10. And when I did I put him on speaker so I could continue to lay there. But it was so nice to talk to him. He told me a story about when he first bought my childhood home and how he got hurt. I didn't know that! They told him he would never work construction again, but we know now that he got better. But that must have been so scary for him.

He wished me and Jess a good time on our trip and we said goodbye. And I finally actually got up.

I decided to take a shower and shave my legs. Which we never have enough hot water for. But I made it work. I did not wash my hair so I will have to do that Sunday night. At the hotel. Which is not my favorite thing but it fine. I got dressed and felt really cool. This was a good look.

I spent the morning cleaning a bit. It was more organizing then like swiffering and wiping things. I made the bed. And shook out the rugs. And then rolled them up to pack them away. I had leftover Indian food for breakfast with tortilla chips. And I watched some videos. I packed a few more boxes and took down all my miniatures from my wall of house frames. I could not take down the houses because our drill is at the house. So that will have to be done later but I made great progress and it felt good.

I sat down to catch up on all my knitting. Which took about an hour. I just watched a video and did all the attachments and I am very pleased with January so far. I'll finish this month and start the next next weekend after we are back.

Once I was done I put on some shoes to walk to Walgreens. I got some gum and a cliff bar and a new nail file. I wandered around and hugged the stuffed animals. And then walked home. I found a really cute basket in the alley that I took home and packed all my 2005 and 2012 furbies in with my mom furby robots. It was a good time. Felt really productive.

I went through my packing for Disney again. I wrote down every item in an inventory. And double and triple checked that I wasn't missing anything. And there were things so could have added for sure. But I really wanted to be streamlined, so I can have room for any souvenirs, and so I wouldn't have to carry to much. And I think I did an excellent job. I feel like this might be the best packing I've done since me and Jess's road trip.

By the late afternoon I just wanted to lay in bed with sweetp. He was being very very needy. I was filing my nails and he was biting the file and being a menace. But I would get up to sweep the studio because after I moved the rugs I discovered how much junk was under the rugs and dirt and pins and junk. So I went to borrow the broom from the hallway and discovered I had some packages. Amazing.

After is wept I opened my packages and it was some house stuff. The window clings. Some contact paper. Things like that. I also got a new hair clip that looks like a bird and a little bow ring that I think it so darling. Like a little reminder on your finger.

I had some Mac and cheese and chilled with sweetp until around 330. And then I decided to get some snails out of the frog tanks, something I have let fall by the wayside. And then refill the water and feed everyone. Because then it was time to go. I said goodbye to Sweetp and told him I would be back in less then a week. And then I was off.

I struggled to the car a bit. But mostly because things kept falling out of my pocket. But I was able to collect everything and things were okay. And then I was off to the museum to meet James.

I would come inside after rearranging my bags in the backseat in the parking lot. James ran out the door to point at me and we were both smiling and laughing so big. I hung out inside with them and other Jesse for a little bit. Talking about wedding venue prices and how James wants the crane to get big googly eyes to become a new mascot for the museum. Which I think is a great idea.

We had to leave though. And after a quick stop for fries and nuggets at McDonald's we were off. And it was a nice ride. We had a nice conversation about life and names we like and being together. It was really good.

We made one more stop at a rest stop. Where I looked at the claw machines but did not play. And then pretty quickly we were at Jess's!!

I was really excited to see her. And quickly we were all piling in her car to go get Thai food for dinner.

This place was a hole in the wall but the food was great. We had some very silly conversations about our childhood meals and things we like or don't like and there were lots of laughs and it was just really lovely. Two nights this week I got to have dinner with my favorite people. I'm so lucky.

We got back here and I tried to help Jess with her packing. But she wants to bring three pairs of sneakers so there was only so much I could do to help consolidate. I think in the end we did a pretty good job. And we were able to get two pieces of outerwear cut from the suitcase and that freed up a bit of space. Jess said she hated me that I was only bringing my one fleece. But my black fleece has been all I want to wear since I got it so I just lucked out!! I didn't even bring a sweatshirt, figuring I will buy one in Disney probably. It's not my fault she wanted to bring a fleece, a crew neck, two cardigans, a zip up hoodie, a rain coat, and a denim jacket! She wanted to be prepared for every weather. I decided to just love with the consequences of bringing just this one.

We would do what we could though. And after switching some of my trading pins to her lanyard and moving a few things around I feel like we are ready and will have to do very little in the morning. Excellent.

That whole time James was in the couch working on editing their podcast. It was nice to have their energy there. I am going to miss them being there this week!!! It will be very hard being away for so long.

We would all start getting ready for bed. Against our wills. But James is winding down now. Despite an annoying cough they keep having at night. And I am ready to try and sleep too. I am going to go grab my water from the other room and turn off the light. I hope I can get some sleep.

Tomorrow we will fly to Florida in the morning and spend the day at Disney springs and exploring our hotel/resort. I'm very excited. I am going into this with an open mind and open heart and just going to lean into every experience I can. I think it's going to be wonderful.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Wish us luck and safe travels! Tomorrow I will be writing from Disney World! Goodnight!

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ellowynthenotking · 9 months

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Dec 21

Dear Dad,

Despite the fact that I've barely been able to help or do anything more than sit around, one of the priestesses at the temple must have felt bad for me because she let me do some of the dusting that needs doing.

So the temple is pretty small, apparently tiny from what I understand, so most of the alters and stuff are in rooms about the size of broom closets with little doors that close behind people. Some of the closets, as a result, are not opened for months, so they get pretty dusty.

So, I got to go around on the topmost floor, which is mainly filled with gods and goddesses of the sky and light, and are also up like 8 flights of stairs, and dust everything so the alters would be clean for the festivities.

The priestess I talked to said that this festival was one of the few nearly universally practiced. It's pretty similar across the continent.

The first evening will be mostly people drinking, dancing, and festivalling through the night, eating various festival foods, and then, in the darkest depth of the night, watching the play about the origin of the world and deities. From there, the little ones are put to bed, and there's even more festivaling and people leaving offerings on the various alters. Most will be left on the altar of the patron god of this city, but people hoping for specific things, love, success, etc., will leave their sacrifices on the alters of the deities who are most likely to provide for them.

I don't know if there's a god of portals, but I've got a couple days to look for them and see if they'll help us.

The second day is all about the different other gods. Then more festivities and sacrifices. Then, the third day is about this area, the fourth is about whatever god is the patron here, and the fifth and final night is about the temple and city itself. Then, more festivities, with the morning of the fifth day all about praying to the gods and resting.

Then, clean up for however long that takes. So that's going to be pretty neat. I mean, I'm not going to drink, so I'll probably have a harder time sleeping those nights, but I doubt anyone will bother me if I want to sleep in.

So there I was, making sure that I was carefully dusting everything because just because I don't really believe in these gods doesn't mean I'm going to risk messing up the alters. When I found Zunair in one of the somewhat cleaner ones.

I wasn't expecting him, mostly cause I thought he was over at the bard hall or working a corner or something.

I think I startled him as much as he startled me because we both jumped, and he yelled at me a little. He had his instrument, a small stack of papers, and what I'm pretty sure was my spare pen.

I asked him what he was doing there, and he said he was trying to come up with a new song. He thought it might be a good thing to give up, a sacrifice. I asked him if he thought a sacrifice would help us get home, and he said it couldn't hurt for us to try. We'd seen some weird, amazing, really out-there stuff, and we knew someone was magically healing people. It seemed related to the temples, so maybe it was gods or other beings like gods. Maybe they'd answer our prayers even though there were sure to be so many other people praying.

I hid myself away with him in the room. Zunair's obsession with music wasn't something I hadn't heard from him or for him before, and I was curious. I asked him about it, and I figured it would be something he was just picking up, something passing like the magic for me, something to do here that could make a little money if he was half decent at it.

Zunair told me about his mom. His mother used to play and sing to him when he was little, and Zunair wanted to learn to play, too. He told me about her incredible singing voice and how she'd bring any room alive with music. He'd learned how to play a little bit from here while growing up, but when he tried to pick up her guitar after she passed, he thought his father was going to have an aneurysm.

He didn't, and Zunair hadn't tried again. The pain of that interaction, the memory of his mom playing, had been too much for a long time.

But here, he missed his mom, and this was something he could do to remember her that wasn't hurting anyone and wouldn't make his dad cry.

And here, and now, where he wasn't home, and he still missed his mom, and where he wasn't home and just had to be here, more or less alone with the pain he felt and the loneliness, he could try it again. So he was.

It makes sense to me now why the other Bard Hall let him in so easily then and why he was putting so much of himself and his focus into it now. He needs something to focus on, just like I did, do. His just happens to be music.

I hugged him and told him I'd help cover with the others if he wanted help at the apartment. It's nice for him to do, and he has been getting a lot better.

I dusted around him and left him to keep working on the song. I'm sure it'll be something. I can't say good. I really don't think it will be, but it'll be from the heart, and I think that'll make it good enough.

And maybe the gods will appreciate something new and made from the heart.

Thankfully, there weren't any other surprises while dusting. But it was still so exhausting that I napped for a little while, waiting for Riley to finish whatever her tasks for the day were.

Reese gave me a piggyback on the way to the apartment, which is probably for the best because I'm not sure I would have been able to make my way up the stairs. There aren't many, but it would have been too many for me.

This weakness is just the worst.

I hate it.

I don't think much else worth talking about happened. Grace helped clean up the pools on the bottom floor of the temple, and Zunair told me he was much closer to being done with his song, which is also great.

Overall, it was a good day, and I got to hang out with Zunair and get to know him a little better, which was a surprise and a pleasant one at that.

Good night, Dad. I hope you're sleeping okay and that you haven't had to spend too much of the time I've been gone on cases. Or maybe you have, so you're not too worried about me.

Love, Jack

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Look at these two.

Couple of Hive Harrys.

Let's have fun with them.

It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!

He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!

Oh, my!

I never thought I'd knock him out.

What were you doing during this?

Trying to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?

Yeah. Gusty.

We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.

Six miles, huh?

Barry!

A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.

Maybe I am.

You are not!

We're going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?

I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.

Hey, Honex!

Dad, you surprised me.

You decide what you're interested in?

Well, there's a lot of choices.

But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad, the more I think about it,

maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.

You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?

That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!

Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

I'm not trying to be funny.

You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

You're gonna be a stirrer?

No one's listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let's open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!

I'm so proud.

We're starting work today!

Today's the day.

Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.

Yeah, right.

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal…

Is it still available?

Hang on. Two left!

One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side.

What'd you get?

Picking crud out. Stellar!

Wow!

Oouple of newbies?

Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

Make your choice.

You want to go first?

No, you go.

Oh, my. What's available?

Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.

Any chance of getting the Krelman?

Sure, you're on.

I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

Wax monkey's always open.

The Krelman opened up again.

What happened?

A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.

Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!

Oh, this is so hard!

Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry?

Barry!

All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine…

What happened to you? Where are you?

I'm going out.

Out? Out where?

Out there.

Oh, no!

I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.

You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?

Another call coming in.

If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd

that gets their roses today.

Hey, guys.

Look at that.

Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?

Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.

It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

Sign here, here. Just initial that.

Thank you.

OK.

You got a rain advisory today,

and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.

So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,

hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.

Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.

Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!

That's awful.

And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Black and yellow!

Hello!

You ready for this, hot shot?

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

Wind, check.

Antennae, check.

Nectar pack, check.

Wings, check.

Stinger, check.

Scared out of my shorts, check.

OK, ladies,

let's move it out!

Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain those flowers!

Wow! I'm out!

I can't believe I'm out!

So blue.

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses!

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector!

Ever see pollination up close?

No, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there,

a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.

That's amazing. Why do we do that?

That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Cool.

I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?

Copy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.

Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

I don't know, but I'm loving this color.

It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Chemical-y.

Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Candy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

Guys!

This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama's little boy.

the ENTIRETY of it??? seriously??

#thoughts are jaywalking

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battinscn · 3 years

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I HATE YOU — dad! theodore nott x mum! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: swear words/ domestic fluff/ mum reader/ family conflict

SUMMARY: tate has a very special lucky broom he relies on for every match. when you accidentally step on it, he loses his temper.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 2112 words/ 11 minutes

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“I'M SORRY TATE, it was an accident, i didn’t mean to break your broom,” you apologised for what seemed like the hundredth time.

your son, tate, was part of the youth quidditch team and played for england.

the team had their big match the next day and tate had brought his broom home to practice with for tomorrow.

in your hurry, you had not seen tate’s broom on the floor and accidentally stepped on it.

the broomstick was special to tate. it was the broom you and theodore had given to him when he was in his first year in hogwarts. it was also the very same broom that he rode on while trying out for the team.

till this day, he uses that broom in every single match he has ever played in. sure the team would have numerous brooms for tate to use for the match tomorrow, but the young nott believed that it was his good luck charm, that the team would only win if he rode it during the game.

“i’m truly sorry tate, i was rushing to help with tara and i didn’t see where i was going.”

you had tried numerous repairing spells but none of them seemed to work. the broom would jerk sideways or come to an abrupt stop.

“of course it’s about tara, again,” tate scoffed, “because every single thing is about little tara. oh tara’s crying, everybody drop whatever you’re doing and get to her immediately. what’s that? tara’s hungry? well sorry tate, your problem can wait. it’s almost as if your and dad only have one child, who unfortunately isn’t me.”

“you know your father and i love you both equally.” you frowned at the teenager’s accusation.

“yea right. i call bullshit.” tate rolled his eyes.

“if this is about your broom tate, i’m sure we can figure something out.” you reasoned with the boy.

the front door was pushed open by your husband, but the tension between you and your son was too thick that neither of you noticed the oldest nott’s presence.

he had gotten off work earlier than expected and was excited to spent the extra time with his family.

“figure something out? figure something out! my broom’s broken beyond compare and you want to figure something out?” tate exclaimed.

“could you lower you volume please? tara’s still asleep.”

“tomorrow’s the last game of the season, and you’re going to be the reason why we lose. you know what? i wish you were never my mother. i’m sure you do too because it seems like all you care about is you and your daughter. i hate you.”

and with that, tate stomped to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

you felt tears brim your eyes by your son’s harsh words. he was right, you were a terrible mother and had broken tate’s broom, even if it was an accident. you never thought that tate felt neglected over tara’s birth.

you assumed that because tate was so old that he’d be more understanding that your time would now be more occupied due to having to attend to a new born.

you crumbled onto the floor and a heartbreaking sob left your mouth.

as theodore watched the scene unfold, a million thoughts ran through his brain.

at first, all he felt was fury. he was furious that anyone has dared to speak to you-his wife like that, to throw such malicious words at the woman he loved and worshiped.

he then felt ashamed. ashamed to have brought up such a son that he had thought it was okay to speak to his mother like that.

as soon as theodore heard your sob, he was sure his heart had cracked into two.

you dropped his things and ran to you, holding you to his chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you apologised, albeit unsure of who you were really apologising to, but you did nevertheless.

“there’s nothing to be sorry of darling, you’re the perfect mother, perfect wife. you are everything a son or husband could ever want and more,” he consoled you.

you and theodore sat on the carpeted floor of your front room for a prolonged amount of time.

no words were spoken, only kisses on your forehead by your husband as you wrapped your legs around his torso and your shoulder around his neck.

having woken up in the wee hours of the morning to fix tara a bottle, you soon fell asleep on theodore’s tear soaked shoulder. your soft snores filling his ears.

theodore carefully placed you under the warm duvet and pecked your lips lovingly.

he cast a deafening charm on the master bedroom and tara’s nursery, that way he could still hear the both of you, but neither of you could hear what was outside of the room.

this kept theodore’s mind at ease that he would not wake his two best girls up.

having only walked into the last of you and tate’s altercation, theodore still did not know the full story.

he wanted-no. he needed an explanation for tate’s distasteful outburst and he demanded it now.

three firm knocks on the wooden door that was filled with stickers and posters.

“go away,” a muffled voice spoke from behind the door.

“tate otis nott i’m giving you three second to open this god damn door or you will not leave this house for as long as i shall live.” theodore warned.

honestly? you were quite the pushover. tate had you wrapped around his finger. all he had to do was batt his eyelashes and butter you up and you would do anything and everything for that boy.

he was your darling son and whatever he wanted, you would give, no matter how big the feat.

theodore on the other hand was more strict with tate, quick to discipline the son when he deemed fit. theodore would never dare to lay a hand on his son, but he would not be afraid reprimand tate if the boy was ever in the wrong.

there was an infamous corner of your house deemed the ‘naughty corner’. theodore would banish tate to that particular part of the kitchen and have him face the wall.

whenever you saw your dear boy standing with the adorable pout on his face, while theodore was not looking, you would sneak tate a fudge fly here and there just so his punishment experience would be just that bit better.

tate unlocked his bedroom door and before he could open it wider, theodore pushed his way in and slammed the door behind him.

“did i raise you to talk to your mother that way?” theodore seethed.

“she broke my broom, my good luck broom. my match is tomorrow!" tate folded his arms and flopped onto his bed backwards.

"i'd like for you to look at me while i'm speaking to you." theodore spoke cooly.

tate bit back his tongue so as to not let out a snarky remark and anger his clearly furious father even more.

tate sat back up with an inaudible sigh.

"you and i know damn well your mother would never do anything to you purposefully. where did you place your broom for her to break it?"

"on the floor in the front room," tate mumbled.

"don't mumble."

"on the floor in the front room."

"and where are you supposed to place your broom after you're done using it?"

"in the cupboards." tate answered.

"so you put your broom where you were clearly not supposed to place it and blamed your mother for what happened to it?" theodore pieced the pieces together in his brain.

"i guess...but still! it's her fault!"

"don't raise your voice at me. your mother works her fucking arse off taking care of you, loving you and that was how you repay her? who do you think cleans your trainers whenever they've gotten dirty? who do you think ensures you're happy and healthy, having all three meals every day? who do yo think does your laundry, even when it's gone all muddy and smelly? because it's not me and it sure as hell isn't you."

"your mother does so much for this family and you've hurt her. i've known her for twenty years and i've never seen her cry like the way she did today. i hope you feel ashamed of yourself. hell, you can talk your shit to anyone, but you will never speak that way to my wife ever again. do you hear me?"

"yes." tate looked at his feet guiltily, "i didn't mean what i said y'know. i love mum, so much. i was just angry."

theodore sighed and joined his son by the foot of the bed.

"and i didn't mean what i said about tara, i love my little sister too."

"to hell with your good luck broom. you want to know what your real good luck charm is?"

tate shook his head.

"who is the one person who has been to every single one of your matches. who cheers for you regardless of it be pissing rain? who always greets you with a proud hug when you've won? or a sad smile and an offering of your favourite ice cream when you've lost?"

"mum." tate replied, knowing the answer easily.

"she is your good luck charm tate, not your stupid broom." theodore placed a hand on tate's shoulder.

after the adrenaline had worn off, tate suddenly felt immensely guilty for the way he had told his mother off. the teenager remembered every sacrifice his mother had made for him and it taunted him.

"you know what you have to do tomorrow," theodore stood up and ruffled his son's hair.

the older nott removed the deafening charms on the two rooms and walked down the steps into the kitchen.

he saw his plate of dinner on the countertop, charmed with a warming spell.

"enjoy your dinner! love, your darling" a note was neatly written in your penmanship next to the plate.

theodore smiled at it and dug into his dinner. he had somehow felt himself fall more in love with you each and every single day.

tate woke up to his sister wailing in the room next to his.

he rubbed his face with his hands and stretched his limbs when he stood up. he quietly opened tara's door and picked the infant up.

he swayed her in his arms and cradled her.

you jumped out of bed and rushed to tara's bedroom, but when you saw tate protectedly holding onto his sister, you stood quietly by the doorframe.

tara quieted down and tate admired his little sister. she babbled messily and her eyes softened while looking at tate.

he felt his heart grow tenfold and regretted what he had said about the baby the day before.

"i'm sorry tara," tate whispered and leaned down to nuzzle his nose with hers, "i love you."

"i'm sorry about your broom," you spoke up, causing tate to shoot his head up to you.

tate noted your puffy eyes and swollen lips from crying the night before.

"don't apologise mum, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for saying those horrid things to you and the thought of ever hurting you makes me feel sick. i love you and i'm so grateful for everything you've done."

"it's alright tate, i love you." you side hugged your tall son and he kissed the top of your head.

"i won't be signing your hogsmeade slip for the next term." theodore joined the rest of his family.

"dad," tate groaned but not too loudly, afraid of waking tara who was still in his arms.

"don't worry tate, i'll sign them for you," you whispered to your son but theodore had heard.

"even after all these years you're still getting your darling son out of his punishments aren't you." he greeted you with a kiss.

"you knew?" you asked, referring to your secret fudge fly gifts whenever tate was in his naughty corner.

"the two of you aren't as sneaky as you thought you were." theodore wiggled your nose and you let out a laugh.

the very laugh that was the reason he woke up everyday.

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leo-gold-hotchner · 2 years

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Bug free

If my uni had entomology for my degree, I would’ve chosen that as my major...

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader and Jack

Unlike your husband, you hated bugs. And Jack hated bugs with all his might too. Whenever an insect or a roach appeared, you always called your husband. When Aaron was away due to his case, you would imprison the bug inside a paper cup until Aaron returned home. Until Aaron returns, you and Jack would tip-toe around the cup, wishing to be bug-free soon.

You bolted out from the kitchen when you heard Jack’s scream. Nothing would touch Jack as long as you were alive! You saw Jack freeze in front of the balcony in the living room. You also freeze when you see several centipedes worming into the house through the door gap.

So many thoughts passed through your head, things like; heard they had poison, must evacuate, so many legs, so creepy…

When the thought reached your son, you woke up from the shock and moved in front of Jack. Must protect Jack from the poisonous bugs, even though it terrified you to hell.

“Jack? Jack, buddy!” You called your son, your eyes not leaving wiggling centipedes. “Bring me something, like a broom or mop or anything!” Even to your ears, your voice was in a panic.

Without a word, you heard Jack’s quick footsteps away from the living room.

Oh hell, shit, fuck. Your eyes roamed around the living room, looking for things to block their ways further. There was nothing! If they really enter your home and start roaming around, you and Jack would surely pass out. Jack suddenly appeared and gave you a broom, and Jack was armed with his umbrella. Could they defeat the army of centipedes?

Then like a bright ray after heavy rainfall, you hear the door opening and your husband’s voice.

“Dad!” Jack rushed towards his dad.

You wanted to see Aaron and cling to his arms. Ask him to get rid of those bugs. But you had to keep your eye on those things. And they were just about to enter! No!

Then your husband’s hand wrapped your hand and took away the broom.

“I see you did well,” Aaron chuckled. Soon Aaron started to brush the centipedes away from home in a relaxing manner while you and Jack were huddled together with long faces.

Aaron shut the door tightly and showed the bug-free zone.

“Centipedes appear after rainfalls to find the dried area,” Aaron informed too casually.

“I don’t care why they were here,” you shook your head. “We gonna call the pest control ASAP.”

“They’re beneficial insects.”

“I do not care,” you frowned. “We could’ve killed!”

Aaron looked at you funnily. And you knew your husband wanted to laugh but trying not to. Both Jack and you glared at him.

“Alright, alright.” Aaron grinned as he held his hands. “Let’s call the pest control.”

Jack pulled away from you and looked at the behind of his dad.

“Nothing here, buddy. You’re free from centipedes now.”

Jack pouted his lips, then ran away to his room after telling you his going to finish his homework.

“I’m glad you were trying to protect Jack,” Aaron chuckled as he walked towards you.

“Ah, ah,” you held your hand. “The broom,” you pointed to the backyard. “You won’t come near me with that.”

“There’s nothing here,” Aaron pouted.

“It touched those things!”

Aaron muttered ‘fine’, placed the broom outside, and returned to you.

“Now, can I have the welcome kiss?”

“I’ll give you more than a kiss for saving us from that!”

Aaron grinned at you boyishly.

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 3)

Matt Murdock x child!reader

warnings: death. lotta death. panic attack mention too

a/n: takes place during the defenders series!!

prompt:

part 1 part 2 part 4

you felt things looking up since your dad quit being daredevil

he started focusing on spending time with you, some days could be really great

like dancing around to music until the downstairs neighbors knocked on their ceiling with a broom

“i don’t need super hearing to know what they’re saying about us down there” -you

“yeah? you don’t wanna know either way…but who cares?” -matt

to be honest, it wasn’t the easiest transition after elektra died and nelson & murdock disbanded

just like college, matt couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed without your encouragement

“dad, come on. you can’t lay in bed forever. wanna go to the diner down the road?” -you

“y/n, just leave me alone for a while. dads need sleep too” -matt

“thirteen hours of sleep? i don’t think so” -you, jumping on top of him

it brought back memories, you did the same when he was in college, always jumping on him or in his bed, it brought a smile to his face

“fine, fine. maybe five more minutes. then the diner, i promise” -matt

and foggy, despite being estranged from matt at the moment, was only a text or call away

Uncle Foggy: How is he?

Y/N (gremlin): best he’s been in a while :)

Uncle Foggy: Glad to hear it. Hey, report cards next week? How about we celebrate your awesome grades for the semester?

Y/N (gremlin): duh of course. gotta celebrate me

Uncle Foggy: Alright, big-head. I’ll pick you up next Friday. That is, if your ego fits through the door.

it was only a matter of time before things went back to how they usually are

starting with the earthquake that rocked manhattan

“y/n, get down!” -matt, jumping to shield you

it was right then and there you knew he was going “out”

“just for tonight. i’m sure there are people who need help…dad?! you’re going without the suit?!” -you

“stay put, i’ll be back” -matt

now, you weren’t exactly qualified to be any sort of legal assistant, but when matt started working pro-bono, you helped as much as you could. i mean, you used to sit with him when he did his schoolwork in college, you picked up a thing or two

you got a lot more interested, and on-guard, when he picked up a client with superpowers

“can i meet her?” -you

“legally, not right now” -matt

“yeah, ‘legally’” -you

once matt had caught wind of the bigger picture here, you were pretty much grounded

it was driving you crazy being alone in that apartment, it felt all too familiar for you

*throwing a ball at the wall repeatedly* “‘wow, dad, i love playing catch with you. this is great. we’re so normal’” -you

trying to get ahold of him during his “investigation,” getting increasingly worried each time he didn’t pick up

wondering if you should let foggy know

meanwhile, matt would be discussing a plan with stick, not your favorite guy

matt hadn’t come home for a day or so, only left you a voicemail while you were asleep to let you know he was alive

but you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach when you we’re pulled out of school without warning

“foggy? what’s going on?” -you

“you’re not gonna like it” -foggy

you were taken to one of the NYPD precincts where you discovered you may be hunted by the hand

“where is he? where’s my dad? i need to talk to him. right. now.” -you

colleen and claire noticing you

“huh, there’s a kid in here…i’ll be right back” -colleen

she’s good with kids

“hi? nice sword…” -you

“thanks…i’m colleen. how’d you find yourself here?” -colleen

“my dad’s the lawyer representing the superheroes. can’t take any chances” -you

“definitely not…are you okay?” -colleen

“this isn’t my first brush with crazy, i live in new york” -you, peeking at claire and sneakily waving

once you saw your dad in the window, you pushed past everyone to get to him

“dad! i need to talk to you. in private.” -you

“before you say anything—” -matt

“no. you don’t get to defend yourself just yet. i’m pissed. you can’t just disappear on me whenever something ‘more important’ comes up. not to mention having foggy check me out of school mid-day. i thought i was going to the morgue with him. wouldn’t be the first time i thought that” -you

“y/n, nothing is more important than you. i have to do this for you” -matt

“i might not sense heartbeats, but i know when you’re lying.” -you, noticing his face “you’re hiding something else”

“y/n, i don’t have time for this. the hand is coming” -matt

“then tell me what you’re holding back. you have that look on your face, you can’t hide it from me. stop lying to me” -you

he sighed, “someone from our past is back…elektra” -matt

your blood boiled at the name

“she’s supposed to be dead” -you

“well, with the hand, things change. now, i gotta go, do not leave this precinct” -matt

you always had an overnight bag with you ever since you lived with foggy, just in case

lucky you, you could change your clothes, brush your teeth, and curl up in one of these chairs, trying not to think of all that could go wrong

foggy took you home the next day to freshen up and take a shower while he gathered the daredevil suit, then picked up your missed homework from school

matt was unconscious at the precinct, but you got there just in time

“dad! chill, you’re safe. it’s just me and foggy” -you

“she killed stick…” -matt, breaking down

you gave him a hug as he cried, just wishing she’d leave your lives once and for all. she was never good news for you

matt and misty got into a bit of an argument while you stood there awkwardly

“i’m gonna be honest with you, he doesn’t even know i’m in the room at home sometimes. his senses aren’t exactly the sharpest, see?” -you, waving your hand in front of his face “blind”

“your kid’s a smartass, you know that?” -misty

after his great escape, it was just a waiting game

you nearly had a panic attack as the power went out

“that’s not a good sign” -you

“it’s gonna be okay. let’s, uh, let’s go to the other room, get some space” -karen

you listened to the radio while you waited, it didn’t help

“that was your kid, right? the one at the precinct?” -luke

“yeah…yeah, that was them” -matt

“how do they feel about your, uh, situation” -luke

“yikes” -matt

“right” -luke

and when matt sacrificed himself to be with elektra, the other three were not happy with him or themselves

“he had no intention of coming out alive” -danny

“he had a kid! you’re telling me he was willing to ditch his child for his ex girlfriend?” -jessica

“it looks that way” -danny

“that’s…that’s messed up” -luke

“damn right it’s messed up! it shouldn’t have been him!” -jess

“oh, my god. i’m gonna have to tell y/n” -claire

“you know them, i saw them wave at you” -colleen

“we’ve met a couple of times. good kid, this is gonna destroy them” -claire

when they came back to the precinct, you stared at to doorway in straight-faced terror, and your dad never walked through

“…foggy?” -you, turning back in your chair and seeing karen crying

you caught eye contact with jess for a moment, but she broke it out of guilt and you got your answer

foggy grabbed you and pulled you tight into his arms as you cried

you knew deep down what happened

he chose elektra over you.

claire pulled you aside to talk

“he stayed behind.” -you

“i…yeah. yeah, he did. i’m so sorry, sweetie” -claire

“it’s fine. i get it” -you

claire cried after seeing that look on your face

your red eyes tapped out, tear stained cheeks, anger, sadness

you went home with foggy, trying to figure out what to do next

“i still have legal guardianship over you, so you don’t have to worry about going into the system” -foggy

“that’s the only thing keeping history from repeating itself” -you

“i can tell you’re pissed” -foggy

“well, i’m not hiding it” -you

you went back to the apartment and packed everything you needed. clothes, keepsakes, files, even matt’s will. he hadn’t been pronounced dead yet, but when he did…

foggy tried so hard to make you feel better, but you felt abandoned

this wasn’t like his dad. his dad just wanted matt to see him as a hero. your dad just wanted to be with elektra over you

you felt it selfish that he pawned you off to foggy, you didn’t believe he signed up for this

but foggy assured you that he did this willingly

“trust me, y/n, if i didn’t want you, i’d drop you off at the orphanage. i’m sure the nuns will love you” -foggy

karen and you sat in the church together for a while, she was worried about you and all the secrets you carried for way too long

“you know im just a phonecall away. you can count on me” -karen

“he was…so stupid.” -you

she hugged your shoulders while you leaned on her, staring at the mass of candles ahead

and crying for the 50th time this week

you’d never be the same after this, they all knew it

but they’d do the best they could to keep you afloat

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dear-ao3 · 3 years

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks!

Youguys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey

sticks,dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All

right,here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no!

You'redating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be

lunch formy iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former

queenshere in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see

how,by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but

thereare other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your

smokinggun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out

likethis. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But

isn'the your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see

anickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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