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bombyxluna · 4 years ago

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Hewo! I’m not sure if ur taking requests, but I have one fo ye. How would the brothers +the undateables react to mc (somehow) being turned into a toddler? I just thought of this, idk y, just did.

This one is so cute anon, and I was so happy to write it! Thank you for the adorable request, I think I’ll post a follow up to it: MC taking care of the brothers and the undatables if they become toddlers!

PS: I don’t think Satan was ever actually a toddler or a child or something, but I felt like it works for this hc because it’s funny jahsjhjsha

Brothers + undatables react to: MC turning into a toddler

Lucifer

He just knows Diavolo is behind this. what did he even do this time? Pick up on some old magic again? Try to shake things up so everyone gets along? Ask Barbatos to go back in time and pick up you as an actual toddler, just for the lolz? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t have time to care because toddlers are a handful and you’ve tried eating his quill three times now and he is panicking. Hard. He puts the quill and the pen on top of a shelf and when he turns around, you’re gone. He sighs, looking for you on every corner of the office, just to find you hiding behind the curtain. When he finds you, you scream and start running.

Oh, how he doesn’t miss the days Satan was like this. At least you are way less fussy than he was. As he watches you hide behind the couch, however, he can’t contain his smile nor the silly monster voice he makes as he announces he’s coming to find you. He manages to catch you this time and pretends to eat your arm with his hands, making exaggerated chomping sounds. On the third time you hide, though, he has to be honest: he’d take Satan’s mini developed anger over your climbing skills any day. How did you even get on top of the shelf? He blinked. That’s all he did. He blinked. And now his quill is in danger again.

He is completely spent at the end of the day. He hasn’t felt so tired since Diavolo decided changing the color of every single lamppost in the Devildom would be good for “morale” and he had to do the paperwork. He ends up dozing off holding you. When he wakes up to find that little project of human being cuddling to his neck, he smiles to himself. Sure, he’s worried about what happened, but maybe he can enjoy this for a bit more.

Mammon

No one knows who’s screaming anymore: if it’s you or him. It’s probably both - it’s definitely both. He thinks the witches got to you or something, and he is going nuts, not only because what the fuck why are you like so small now and how is he supposed to take care of you?

He ends up staying home instead of going out as he planned. Mostly because you refuse to leave his room and keep hiding under his car and in every corner you can find when he tries to get you to leave with him. Once he starts pretending he can’t see you and you giggle and run away from him, he melts a little inside. You play peek-a-boo for a while, but he gets worried easily. His room isn’t exactly the most childproof place in the house, so he takes you to the living room instead - to his surprise, you have no complaints about that.

As the day progresses he somehow gets the hang of taking care of a toddler again. Satan had been a handful but he was much calmer than you were when it comes to playing or tantrums (though if he is honest, Satan’s tantrums were terrifying). He finds an old coloring book in one of the many bookshelves around the house and steals Asmo’s markers for you to play with. You make him sit down to color with you, and he does. The rest of the day is spent with him listening to your made-up stories about the characters in the book. By the time dinner is ready, you’re already tired, and he has to carry you downstairs in a piggyback ride - he complains about it but in reality, he’s having the time of his life.

Levi

Honestly what the fuck. He has read about this in manga before but what the fuck. Couldn’t you have turned into something easier to deal with? A cat? A lobster? Anything else?

He doesn’t know what to do. Giving you an unplugged controller for his video game did not work as planned. You got tired of it easily and whenever he tried to ignore your whining, you’d cry. He thinks about taking you to someone more cut out for this - he remembers mammon being good with children and Beel too, but his envious side doesn’t want to lose to his brothers.

so he’s stuck with you. somehow he manages to kee you away from his figurines, giving his Ruri-chan plushies to play with instead. He has to admit you’re cute but by the end of the day, he is grateful it is over. As it turns out, he finds out he’s not ready to have children just yet, but maybe in the future?

Satan

He doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. After all, this is a side effect of the book he lent you. He thought you had read all the rules before giving it back to him, but it seems that you didn’t - rookie mistake really.

He feels somewhat guilty about it though, so he does his best to take care of you during the day. He’s a little awkward and unsure of how to engage in your plays, but he does his best. Ignoring his brother’s snarky comments over it being his turn to take care of a baby, he just takes you to his room so he can keep a closer eye on you. You end up asking him if he could read you a story and he breathes in relief - that he can do.

It turns out he can’t. He doesn’t have any books that would be appropriate for children, so he resorts to the internet instead - thank Diavolo for how useful DDDs are sometimes. He finds a small book about a little girl in a red hood, the parts with the big bad wolf seem to scare you, but he lets you cling to his arm and hide your face on his side. At the end of the day, he is okay. The day went by as peaceful as possible, and you both had enjoyed the story. For the entire following week, he finds himself wondering what it would be like to have a child of his own.

Asmodeus

He holds you in his lap as he dials the phone. “Solomon what the fuck did you do”. He didn’t do anything, no one really knows what happened, it’s a mess. Asmo doesn’t care much about it though, because you’re a little cuddle bug and he is happy to give you all the smooches and put a bunch of cute bows on your hair.

He manages to keep you calm the whole day. You don’t even have time to think of throwing a tantrum, because he already has a next activity planned to entertain you. he lets you do his hair as well, lets you paint his nails, and takes so many pictures of you in thousands of different outfits you get a little dizzy about it. He is by far the most careful when handling you and you have a joyful day in the safest environment possible. He lets you take a bubble bath and even if he’s in constant fear of the water being too hot or too cold or you drowning, he powers through.

He watches cartoons with you when you’re getting sleepy because it’s a more quiet activity. He even teaches you how to tidy up the room and you both go downstairs for dinner wearing matching outfits. When the magic (curse? who knows) wears off and you’re back to being a grown-up, he is pouty. He shows you all the pictures he takes and says you’re the cutest toddler he’s ever seen - satan is a little offended by that.

Beelzebub

This is unusual. You are much smaller than you normally are. He doesn’t really know how to act when you climb on his lap and push your tiny hands on his cheeks, but he laughs. He ends up taking you to the kitchen with him since it’s his favorite room in the house.

He keeps you away from the stove at all times, but is willing to let you participate in the cooking process - it’s his turn to make dinner after all. He starts by making cookies for a snack, then another batch of cookies for dessert. Then a final batch because he ate the ones supposed to go for dessert. He melts every time you giggle at his antics, and when you end up with chocolate smeared all over your cheeks, he can’t resist taking a picture and showing to his brothers.

He is careful when handling you because you’re so tiny now he’s even more scared of accidentally hurting you. He ends up caging you in his arms whenever you get too close to the edge of the kitchen counter, and then just giving you a piggyback ride throughout the entire house while you wait for dinner to cook. When the day is over he isn’t sad because you’re back to normal, but he is happy that he got to enjoy a day with you - he likes children a lot.

Belphegor

Well, this is inconvenient, to say the least. you’re staring back at him with huge questioning eyes and to be honest, all he wanted was to sleep. He picks you up nonetheless and sets you down on top of his pillow. Though he tries, talking to you about the importance of naps has zero to none effect on your antics. Instead, you pick up another of his many pillows and hit him with it, screaming about a pillow fight.

He chuckles, yawns, and picks up a pillow as well. Maybe this will tire you down enough for the nap conversation to make a comeback. It doesn’t work. You just got more excited and hyper. He played himself.

He thinks about leaving you with Beel but he’s making dinner and lord knows how weirdly focused he gets. leaving you with Levi or Mammon isn’t an option either, and he’d prefer to avoid Lucifer whenever it’s possible. He has no idea where satan or asmo are, so truly, he is stuck. He whines about it to you, and to his surprise, you hug him, asking if his booboo is better. He chuckles again. maybe this won’t be so bad.

Diavolo

“Barbatos look at this.”

“Barbatos, MC is tiny now isn’t it wonderful?”

“Barbatos, look at how cute they are - cancel all my plans I’ll spend the day with tiny MC.”

You’re not sure what’s going on but Diavolo is fun to play with so who cares? He indulges in all of your makeshift stories and he doesn’t care if you climb his furniture and go wild. He laughs with you, picking you up and making airplane noises as you “fly” around the castle. He is ecstatic.

He encharges Barbatos with the mission of taking pictures of the two of you playing together and being silly. He never had many opportunities to be around children so he will cherish this to the last minute. You play house, play with legos Barbatos has no idea where Diavolo found, walk around the Devildom together to look at the flowers. The students of RAD are confused because ?? No one knew the prince had a child wtf??? He thinks it’s cute that you’ve been labeled his kid so he goes with it, introducing you as the future ruler of the Devildom. Barbatos warns him it might be a bad idea, but he is sure is nothing Lucifer can’t handle.

Barbatos

He is calm. This isn’t anywhere different from the situations you have to deal with when you can time travel, and nowhere near as stressful as babysitting being the butler for the demon prince is. He handles you with care, but he is not too attached and doesn’t participate much in your plays.

He does answer all your questions and allows you to tag along wherever he goes. Patient as ever, he will explain what every single object you point to is. At some point, somehow he is roped into picking you up because you got tired of walking around the castle. Your hands go directly to his hair, playing with the skeleton wings coming out of his head. He doesn’t mind it, only explains to you what they are and let you try to make them expand and close.

When you find out he has a tail, he doesn’t mind letting you hug it and touch it. Your curious eyes are adorable and at least it keeps you distracted. When you giggle as he picks you up with it, he thinks maybe he should have filmed that to show Diavolo later, he’s sure he’d appreciate it. He gives you a small plastic tray they have laying around in the kitchen because you want to be like him and carry your own tea - it’s actually juice. Overall, it’s a nice change of pace from his usual days.

Solomon

Whatever magic this is, it’s weirdly insistent in staying put. He tries making you turn back but ends up giving up because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in any way. He is not the best with children but he does what he can, keeping you away from his room and all his potions as soon as he realizes you’re stuck like this for the time being.

He ends up taking you to one of the gardens around RAD. He entertains you by making the flowers dance with his magic, and giving you butterfly wings - though making you come down from the tree once you flew over there proves that to be a dumb idea. He sends a bunch of pictures and videos of you to Asmo, who is now in urgent mode and willing his class to end as fast as possible so he can hang out with you as well.

He gives you ice cream and chats with you about your favorite cartoons - being human has its perks, he knows them all by heart. He even sings some of the opening themes with you. When you start to get too tired, the games on his human phone solve all the issues. Sure, DDDs are great and all, but despite it not working on the Devildom, a human phone has its advantages.

Simeon

He is used to this. He is always near the younger angels in the Celestial realm so it’s really no surprise that he is so good at handling you. He doesn’t understand how you got turned into a toddler, but he will protect and take care of you until you return to normal. He has many ideas on how to keep you happy, and they all work. Collages? He will get you magazines. Drawing? He has multi-colored markers at your service. Hungry? He knows the recipe to the perfect pancakes - and you can decorate them yourself.

You don’t cry or throw a tantrum once under his care. he is delicate when dealing with you, and always listens to all your stories and complaints, comments on them and offers easy solutions. He doesn’t understand some of the references - who is Hello Kitty and why on heaven does she have no mouth? But he does his best to engage with you.

By the end of the day, he has issued Solomon’s help on finding out how to properly work his phone camera, if only to film a little bit of you and Luke playing together. he is glad you’re okay when you turn back to normal, but he confesses he enjoyed taking care of you all day.

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Luke

“There can only be one”, he says before he charges at you with a foam sword. It makes no effect but Simeon has never been more confused.

He ends up enjoying being able to boss you around and act like an older brother, telling you to color inside the lines and about the proper colors of the sky and the sea. He doesn’t understand what’s so cute about the two of you playing that Simeon just has to take a picture, but he lets him do it anyway.

He complains when you’re back to normal because he was truly enjoying not being the only child anymore.

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snappedsky · 3 years ago

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Fanatics 87.12

Squee, Johnny, and younger!Devi try to escape Vi.

One of these AUs is based off of Johnny the Recovering Maniac by @devnny. The other half is based off of Devi the Homicidal Maniac.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Lost in the Multiverse Part 12

Dib drives younger!Zim, younger!Dib, and younger!Gaz through the city as quickly and safely as he can. They make good time taking back roads instead of main streets.

“I still can’t believe you stole this car,” younger!Dib remarks.

“It’s not a crime if it’s for the greater good,” Dib states.

“Yes, it is,” younger!Gaz argues.

“Well…yeah,” he admits, “but it’s still for the greater good.”

“Zim is impressed,” younger!Zim admits.

“Me too,” Dib smiles at him. “You used your PAK to save all of us when we were falling from the sky. Good work.”

Younger!Zim is uncharacteristically speechless, but only for a second. “Yeah, well, we were all together. It was just easier, y’know.”

“Psh, so you weren’t even trying to do the right thing,” younger!Dib scoffs.

“The right thing is still the right thing,” Dib says, “no matter the reason.”

They soon arrive to the Membrane house and get out of the car.

“Okay, let me do the talking,” Dib orders as they approach the front door. “Hopefully they have a functional dimensional scope we can use.”

“And then what?” younger!Gaz asks.

“Uh…I don’t know,” he replies, “I’ll figure it out.”

“Oh, no you won’t.”

The kids turn at the familiar voice and gasp at the sight of two people behind them. “Yo-you’re-!”

Meanwhile, back at Vi’s house, Squee, Johnny, and younger!Devi sit uncomfortably on her couch. It looks much the same as Johnny’s house but without a Squee to help keep it clean, it’s dusty and dark. Paint supplies and half—painted canvases are scattered about the floor and leaning against the walls.

“Sorry I don’t have anything to offer you,” Vi says as she looks through her fridge. “I don’t entertain often and I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine,” Squee replies, “it’s late anyway.”

“Yes, of course,” she agrees, “you want to sleep. Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll be in my room.”

They watch her disappear down the hall. Then Johnny growls, “I’m not sleeping.”

“Me neither,” Squee agrees.

“Me neither,” younger!Devi adds then immediately yawns.

“You can sleep,” he tells her, “Nny and I will keep watch. Don’t worry.”

The boys stand up, leaving the couch for younger!Devi. After some brief hesitation, she rubs her heavy eyes and lies down. It has been an exhausting day, although she’s not sure if she’ll be able to relax enough to actually sleep.

Johnny leans against the wall and stares out the window. He immediately notices the dark purple tear nearly taking up half the sky.

“It’s gotten bigger,” he mutters.

Squee wanders around the living room, examining the half-finished paintings. They look similar to the paintings his Devi would make, but darker and messier.

As he looks through a couple canvases piled on top of each other, one in particular catches his attention and he jumps back in shock, knocking over the other paintings. The commotion alerts Johnny and younger!Devi and they look at him with surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks as they walk over and flinch at the canvas. It’s a painting of Sickness in her doll form, complete with the screw eyes and bladed legs.

“Sickness,” younger!Devi croaks.

“It’s…just a painting,” Squee sighs, “it just startled me.” Johnny glares suspiciously at the canvas, like he’s expecting it to start moving. Then he glances at younger!Devi. She’s also glaring at it, but much more fearfully, her hands held up over her mouth. Johnny quickly picks up the knocked over canvases and covers the Sickness painting back up.

“Just a painting,” he grunts.

“Oh, but she’s so much more than that.”

Everyone spins with surprise to find Vi standing behind them, an unsettling grin on her face.

“I don’t remember finishing that painting,” she explains, “she must’ve finished herself at some point. I try to cover her up to keep her quiet, but I still hear her voice. So…grating.”

“Vi,” Squee says cautiously, “I know it’s annoying, but you don’t have to listen.”

“I know!” she agrees enthusiastically. “I mean, I think I do a pretty good job covering my side of the deal. I don’t need her constantly reminding me.”

“Deal?” younger!Devi questions while Johnny snarls.

“It really doesn’t like you three,” Vi remarks, “sounds like you’ve scorned it quite a few times.” “The…Nightmare…?” Squee half-questions.

“Is that what you call it? I guess I never considered it had a name.”

Vi reaches behind her back and pulls out two large knives. Johnny steps out in front and grabs two of his own from his coat.

“Ooh, scary,” she comments, “it’s weird seeing Bunny look so angry.”

Johnny’s anger gets derailed. “B-bunny?”

Vi charges, swinging her knives. Johnny barely blocks it in time. He holds her back in a parry, and they glare at each other.

Vi grins darkly at him, her green eyes clouded in a way that only happens to someone who’s taken the life of another. Johnny sees it every time he looks in the mirror. But still, as he looks at Vi, he can only see Devi.

Johnny’s glare wavers and his arms begin to shake as his strength wanes. “This…isn’t fair…”

Vi’s grin widens as her blades press closer to Johnny’s face. Then Squee rams into her midriff and knocks her back.

“What are you doing?” younger!Devi asks Johnny. “Can’t you beat her? You must be stronger than her! Do your monster trick thing!”

“I can’t!” he insists.

“Why not?”

“Because…” he covers his eyes with his arm, ashamed and embarrassed. “She’s…you…”

Younger!Devi stares at him with surprise and Squee looks back with concern.

“It’s okay,” he says as he turns back to Vi, who has stepped forward. “We don’t have to fight.”

“You think I’m just gonna let you leave?” she asks.

“No,” Squee sighs as he reaches into his bag. “Although I was…kinda hoping…”

“Go now!” he barks at Johnny and younger!Devi. He quickly grabs her arm and races for the door as Squee grabs a flash bomb from his bag. He activates it and tosses it at Vi. It explodes into a blinding light just inches from her feet and she cries out.

“You fucking brat!” she shrieks.

Johnny stops when he and younger!Devi reach the door and looks back. Vi is on the floor, writhing and covering her eyes. Squee is covering his eyes too but stumbling for the door. Johnny quickly grabs him and reaches for the door.

It suddenly swings open and slams into his head, knocking him down. “Ow, fuck!”

“What happened?” Squee questions as he lowers his hand, blinking away the spots in his vision.

“Whoops,” younger!Johnny peeps as he peeks around the door.

“Nny!” younger!Devi exclaims.

“You guys?” Johnny questions as the door opens wider to reveal Devi, Todd, younger!Johnny, younger!Pepito, and younger!Tenna.

“You’re all okay,” Devi sighs with relief. “Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Johnny quickly jumps to his feet and they all start to leave when Vi screams, “no!”

She whips her knife blindly at them and it sails right for younger!Devi. But before it can hit, Johnny throws his arm out in front of her and it stabs through his hand.

“Fuck!” he barks.

“Nny!” Squee cries.

“I’m fine!” he insists, “move!”

Squee and younger!Devi scramble through the door while Johnny blocks it. Most of Vi’s vision has returned as she stands up and glares at him angrily. Johnny tries to glare back but it quickly wavers.

“Fuck…” he sighs with defeat.

Vi charges him, her remaining knife raised. Johnny doesn’t even attempt to dodge or block. But before she can reach him, somebody shoves him out of the way and he watches, stunned, as Devi cracks Vi in the face.

Vi tumbles to floor, her knife flying out of her hand. Before she can fully comprehend what just happened, Devi picks her up by her hair and smashes her face into the wall a couple times. Then she grabs the back of Vi’s shirt and throws her out the door. Everyone watches in stunned silence as she rolls out onto the front walk and Devi follows close behind. Vi tries to pick herself up but Devi stomps her face into the cement, knocking her out.

Devi pants as she stands over her and wipes sweat from her face. Everyone still just stares at her in shock. Then Johnny exits the house and stands next to her, holding his injured hand with the knife still in it.

“You really are the scariest Devi,” he comments.

She looks at him and smiles. “Thanks.” He smiles back with relief.

Squee clears his throat and approaches younger!Devi. “Uh, do you still have that leash?”

“Yeah,” she replies as she grabs it from her coat. He takes it and cautiously approaches Vi. He hesitantly pokes her and when she groans, he leaps back defensively, but she doesn’t wake up. He quickly puts the collar on her neck, wraps the leash around her wrists behind her back, and then ties it to the nearby streetlight.

“Hopefully that holds her,” he sighs.

As Squee turns away, he finally notices a little grey car parked at the curb with a third Johnny standing beside it, watching Vi with worry.

“Oh, you uh must be the Johnny of this universe,” Squee says.

“Uh, yeah. I’m Johnathan,” he replies.

Squee nods and looks between Johnathan and Vi. She’s still unconscious and slouched forward. Both of her eyes are black and her nose looks broken, not to mention all the cuts and gashes. Squee reaches into his bag and pulls out a little baggy full of first aid supplies, which he hands to Johnathan.

“Here. To fix her up,” he says.

“Oh uh th-thank you,” Johnathan replies.

Squee smiles and joins his Johnny in the yard with the others.

“Now what?” Johnny asks.

Squee shrugs. “Guess we wait for Dib.”

“Nny-er um, ‘other’ Nny,” younger!Devi says as she approaches. “Thanks for uh…protecting me.”

“Oh. Sure,” Johnny replies as he raises his injured hand, the knife still stuck through it. “Don’t mention it.”

“You just gonna leave it in there?” Devi asks.

“If I take it out, it’ll just bleed,” he shrugs. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt, really.” He flicks the handle.

“Ew, don’t touch it.”

“Why? Does it gross you out? Wanna touch it?”

“No! Get it away from me!”

Devi slaps at him as Johnny holds his hand closer to her face. Squee cracks up at the display and soon, so does everyone else, the tension washing away like water down a drain.

As the laughter winds down, everyone’s attention is grabbed by an approaching car. It parks at the curb just behind Johnathan’s and the two Dibs, younger!Zim, and younger!Gaz exit.

“Dib!” Squee exclaim and races over. “Where have you…been…?” He trails off as two more, very familiar people exit the car and everyone looks at them in shock.

One of them looks like an adult Dib with two bends in his scythe-lock hair. He’s wearing a full-body, black suit and a utility belt with a black trench coat over top, matching boots and gloves with a blue stripe, and black goggles. On his chest is an octagon with the Battalion symbol in the middle.

With him is an adult-looking Squee with messy black hair and tired eyes. Along with the same body suit, a belt, and gloves, he’s also wearing a black sweater with purple stripes on the sleeves and tight high-top sneakers. The Battalion symbol is also on his chest.

“Squ-!” Johnny starts to exclaim.

“Ah! No, please,” adult-Squee quickly interrupts him. “Don’t use those names.”

“Please, allow me to introduce ourselves,” adult-Dib says. “I am Agent Ectoplasm. This is Agent Nightshade. We’re of Earth’s Dimensional Battalion.”

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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javisjeanjacket · 4 years ago

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Saturated Filter - (ezra x fem!reader)

A/N: “hi and welcome back to me screaming. AHHH” this is part two of how hai is coping with the 2020 election.

I definitely cried while writing this and I’m not for sure if it’s from the tension of the election or because it just really hits but i guess we’ll see! lol

Also Zeek if you see this....I FEEL WHAT I FEEL OKAY DONT COME FOR ME

Warnings: reader has some anxiety (lol SAME) but not a full on attack or anything, just a lil fluffy angsty boy :)

Word count: 2.1K

A soft mist settled over the harsh lines of your helmet and your breath fogged up at the bottom of glass orb.

Your hands rooted around in the moist earth in front of you, your eyes scanning the soil for any hint of a rouchestone bed. Your breath was flighty, your bones felt as if they turned hollow and avian. You pushed aside a clump of foliage and you saw the tell tell waved lines of water venturing through the dirt, down towards the promise of a bed of dainty gems. You pawed at them gingerly, brushing away the earth and insects as you looked. Your heart burned just under your collarbone, scratching and clawing for her way upwards. To spill down your lips and come alive in the oxygen in your helmet.

'You be careful out there, little bird.' He had warned. He had strapped a fresh filter into your air purifier and allowed his hand to linger at your side. 'Not the friendliest of vermin out here.'

You had smiled at Ezra softly, his tenderness extracting a strange pull from your chest. Letting out a loud sigh, you swallowed and pulled a small pad of paper from your utility belt and began to jot down the coordinates of the rouchestone nest. You tried to make the earth look as undisturbed as possible so as not to alert other prospectors, and then started back again on the trail you and Ezra had mapped out the night before.

Stark mountains stood astutely over the dark treeline ahead of you, clouds and mist sojourning around the massive structure. The planet was beautiful, be it a little harsher than Lah'Mu and the planet the two of you had worked on before it.

Codes to the pod launch sequence, the smell of Ezra's sheets, the happiness of the beetle scurrying across a thick blade of grass by your knee all swirled around your mind, intertwining the drama of an aching heart with the mundane of a hike on a clear day.

'You'll need to take a sharp right here, otherwise you're going to get into a conundrum with an arianic sinking pit.' Ezra had warned you, his eyebrow quirked up and the scar on his cheek stretching to accommodate his expression.

You remembered chuckling at his seriousness, "Ezra, I know how to read a map, I'm not helpless."

The man had spread out his large hands, the tattoo by his thumb catching your eye. "I know you're not, I know..." He had trailed off and run a hand through his hair, the blonde patch near his face mixing with the deep brown strands.

It hadn't felt like falling, realizing you loved the charismatic prospector. It was more like turning on a light switch.

You had felt your hand reaching for the light and your heart dripping from your fingers as you switched it on, and then that was it.

It wasn't a falling, it was a knowing. It was a click and then everything else had become illuminated by that knowing.

You had felt the beginning and end of it at once, almost strong enough to knock you to the dirt floor below.

The lines of him, the home that housed the spirit, had become so familiar to you that you felt you could take him with you anywhere. Draw his figure when you needed it, take a brief reprieve in his presence.

And that knowing, the fact of love and it's permanence, sent a shiver down your spine.

Sure, you had been with other people before Ezra, even convinced yourself you loved some of them, but it had never been as absolute as this.

It felt as if you were made of glass, the way he could pinpoint each emotion and quirk of your lips.

He could somehow understand you better than you understood yourself.

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The cot had never been particularly comfortable. Granted, it was more comfortable now that Ezra had fashioned the two of yours into one larger one, but with the unsupportive bottom of the contraption, the only way you could really rest comfortably was with Ezra's outstretched arm under your neck. You laid like this now, your eyes drifting lazily from one freckle on his arm to the next one, creating a map of them in your mind. Where your breath landed on his arm, the hair on his skin laid flat, but towards his wrist they stood high, outstretched for warmth.

Ezra snored softly and you jerked when his heavy arm gently hit your back, stopping after to rest against you.

You let out a shallow breath, the air surging across his sleeping skin. Water welled in your eyes and burned in your throat.

'What will happen when he's not there to let you lay on his arm anymore?' You thought. 'How will you sleep when he leaves you?'

Air rose in your throat, heat and vigor quick to overwhelm it. A few precious tears escaped from your eye, slipping quickly down your cheek and then dripping onto Ezra's arm below.

The more breaths you took in, the less you felt like you could breathe.

Your chest thumped rapidly and the feeling was not unlike being stuck out in the Green with an over-saturated filter.

The panic rising under your cheeks, the chill creeping up the back of your neck, the forced stillness in your mind.

"Birdie, what's-" Ezra's gravelly voice whispered from behind you. He yawned and ended, "What is it?"'

‘Shit.' You thought. You quickly wiped the tears on your cheeks and sat up from the makeshift bed. "Nothing, I'm just..." You trailed off as your eyes landed on your boots by the side of the cot. "I need to go for a walk." You sniffled as you bent down to wiggle on your boots over your sleep socks.

Ezra chuckled, his hand reaching for your shoulder. "A walk? Honey, I am going to have to protest, it is not in your, or my, best interest to lose you to a free-roaming carnivore." He squeezed your shoulder tightly.

You wiped your dripping nose on your sleeve. "I need to leave, I'll be back."

"Wait, are you crying?" Ezra sat up in the cot, his hand stilled on your shoulder.

Tears construed your vision, making the sealing of your boots incredibly diffucult. You sniffled and continued.

"Sweetheart, talk to me." He whispered, his mouth pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder. One of his hands ran across your back softly, coaxing you back towards him.

Your breath caught in your chest and you looked up from your shoes, eyes fixating on a stack of Ezra's notebooks that were stuffed into a crate on top of a storage unit of rations. You took in several short, hiccuping breaths, but none of them allowed you to exhale as heavily as you needed to.

The creeping and prodding of panic settled over you, forcing you to pump air in and out of your chest rapidly.

Ezra sat up behind you fully, his strong chest pressing against your trembling body and his arms holding your shaking breaths in their embrace. His mouth moved from your shoulder, up the back of your neck and behind your ear. His mustache and patchy beard distracted the panic long enough to provide you a splitsecond's peace.

The gentleness in his touch and the care with which he held you was all together overwhelming.

You rebelled against the ledge he was pushing you towards, the loss of control required in an admittance of love for another person, grinding your heels in and gritting your teeth. "Stop, stop, Ezra, please." You whispered, pushing his arms off of you and standing from the cot. You hurriedly sealed your boots around your sock feet and walked to the other side of the tent, readying your suit.

You could feel the jagged edges of Ezra's emotions as he rose from the bed after you. "Now you have got me as up and bothered as a nest of hornets, birdie. I am missing a part of this equation and I shall be very perturbed should you continue to choose to hide it from me."

Sighing and letting your head fall backwards, you wiped away burning tears from your cheeks. "Ezra, it's not-" You let out a whimpering exhale. "It's not about you, okay. I'm just..." You shook your head.

"I do not like to see you in such pain, honeybee." Ezra said. His feet taking timid steps towards your rigid figure.

You froze, your suit in your hands, clenching and unclenching your jaw. Hot tears rebelled against your tears ducts, screaming for freedom. Two trembling breaths later, you said, "I'm...afraid." The admittance of vulnerability and the rush of a release that came with it washed over you, allowing you a heavy exhale.

Ezra took a few more steps in your direction. "About what?" He asked softly, his tone tender.

You ran a hand over your face and let out a heavy breath. "About you. About us."

You could feel his body heat behind you before he touched you, could sense his body towering over yours, could imagine how hot his hands burned for you. "What have you found to be scared about, sweetheart?" He whispered, a smirk on his face.

"I don't," You began and then turned around to face him. You looked up to his eyes and then back down to your hands fiddling with your suit. "I don't see me the way that you see me. I don't see whatever it is that you see, I just look at me and see you leaving." Your hands shook as they picked at a piece of caked on mud on the wrist seam of your suit, your chest trembling under his gaze. "I see me, alone. And I don't know if I could be alone again."

Ezra crossed the space between you, gently tugging the suit from your grasp and dropping it to the floor. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, moving his thumb back and forth across your chin. "Sweet girl," He whispered, his voice cracked as he looked over your face. Swollen and innocent and looking at him, needing him. "I very much look forward to the splendor of your company on our expeditions and rather enjoy our banter and the warmth of you in sleep. If you were not a living, breathing, creature, I would likely keep you in my belt pocket to carry you along with me. There is no reason to prepare yourself for the end of our venture, as I could not see it ending short of a complete and total upheaval of each of our lives." His dark eyes searched your features for a response. After not finding one, he continued with a lightened tone, "That is, unless you are harboring a grievance with which you have plans to decimate my poor heart, in which case I ask, my honeybee, that you kill me slowly, so that I may look upon the contours of your face as I go."

His teasing pulled a smirk out of you, subsiding your tears for a beat. "I wish I could trust me the way that you trust me." You looked down to the space in between the two of you. You swallowed against a dry throat and added, "I'm just...terrified."

Ezra nodded and hummed, "Mmm. What's not to trust, birdie?" He flashed you a smile and ran his hand from your cheek down to your shoulder. "Just stay even though you're terrified."

You looked up at him, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. Words felt as if they were never meant to hold a feeling as overpowering as the one currently harboring itself in your chest.

"Be as scared as you need to be, just don't leave me." He said, his hands reaching to take both of yours in his grasp. He looked down to your intertwining fingers and then back up to your eyes. "Please." He breathed the word so softly it had a kind of half life, the prospector fearing it would somehow offend you.

You nodded yes, your eyebrows scrunched in adoration. "Okay."

Ezra ran a big hand over the side of your face, tucking strands of your hair in between his fingers and then placing a strong kiss to your forehead. "Would you lay down with me?" He whispered, his breath hot on your face.

You smiled softly and nodded yes.

Ezra smiled back, the meat of his lip in between his teeth, and gave your hand a squeeze as he lead you back to bed.

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doomedandstoned · 3 years ago

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Planet of the Dead Return to the Stars as ‘Pilgrims’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

Album Art by Jonathan Guzi

Every other day there's a story that calls our eyes heavenward to wonder about new planets discovered in nearby solar systems, terraforming Mars, or exploring the smallest elements in the universe. Anywhere has to be better than here, any time better than here right now. At least that's what a lot of people are feeling. How about the power of music to elevate us into vast dimensions of the imagination. One band out of New Zealand is interested in finding out what limits one can breach when the driving power of doom rock is hotwired with adventurous sci-fi/fantasy storytelling.

I speak, of course, of Wellington quartet PLANET OF THE DEAD Last year, Mark Mundell (vox), Malcolm McKenzie (guitar), Kees Hengst (bass), and Josh Hussey (drums) brought us the impressive first introduction to their soundscape and narrative concept, which elicited no small amount of praise for 'Fear of a Dead Planet' (2020), including the enthusiastic Bandcamper who gushed, "Some of the best jams I've heard in this universe!" Listen to fan favorites "The Eternal Void" or "Mind Killer" and you'll discover why there's excitement around this band's future.

But Planet of the Dead wasn't done yet. As many of us have already experienced, unexpected and elongated times of forced aloneness do crazy things to the creative mind. For one, it frustrates, as you cannot express the present songs you feel so strongly about to live crowds filled with spontaneous drifters. The moods usually shift out of sheer exasperated boredom, leading to the insatiable urge to begin tinkering again. 'Pilgrim' (2021) comes at us like an explosion with stories to tell and songs to wail. It's purpose-driven interdimensional doom we're talking about here. This may have been the impetus behind the second album’s creation, so closely after the birth of their first (incidentally, both records feature exactly eight songs a piece).

"Gom Jabbar" is the first creature we chance upon in this otherworldly dimension. He speaks with synth-enhanced vocals (ever so slightly) that's practically like an alien encounter if you listen to it high (gosh, sorry. I've gotta stop leaking album reviewer secrets like that). A defiant second voice joins the dialogue, sounding for all the world like Goliath, Hercules, or Hulkian figure.

"Pilgrim" stirs up grey and purple auras as this groovy sandcrawler glides across dunes and high above deserts, searching for the most fitting place to (re)build the world they once knew, perhaps even dare to dream beyond it. I'm assuming they're a scientific voyage on the run from a restrictive government in a week's long mini series I should have pitched to NBC 20 years ago for big bucks. The song allows your imagination drift on its own recognisance, before the closing words call us back to the shadows.

A dire feeling blankets the air throughout "Nostromo," a stomping little number that's straight-up doom rock, with a cool streetwalking kind of stride. It's impossible to not to think of previous adventures aboard vessels christened Nostromo, but each are mysterious encounters with the unknown, some of which yield new insights into our humanity by taking us back through some strange luck of heavy metal time travel to experience pivotal moments in astral history.

"The Sprawl" may be one of the most dismal legs of this journey, but in an exotic acid-soaked kind of way that makes you question your reality (and your own sanity) before the trip is done. The song is good about building various layers of joy and tension, then meshing them together for some distorted, fuzzy, electric, sparkin' Frankensteinian experience. Where will the spiral take us next? Confident lead gets a riff-enhanced jolt, staging march-like-groove that eventually turns meditative, psychedelic, and ethereal. And that's just the first side of the record! Go ahead, flip it over. You can't stop this far-invested in the trip. Shhh. Listen. Grungy, rumbling energy, extraterrestrial harmonics, and gnarly acid-touched solos are just ahead.

"Escape from Smith's Grove" jars the senses with the unexpected tonal shift from clarinets into a seismic pattern of eruptions that match our stomping feet. This is, after all, a jailbreak of sorts.

"Directive IV" takes the perspective of an enforcement officer who is just doing his job. Mark Mundell's vocal stylings are on-point. For me they compare to the pipes of the late-great Wayne Static, the spastic, growling frontman of Static X. Others may see more similarity with the "common man" grit of Scott Angelacos from Hollow Leg and Junior Bruce. Or even Kirk Windstein's apocalyptic spitfire with Crowbar.

The song appears to be a struggle of conscience between compassion and machine-like order, a tug-of-war that after several epic call and response segments in which our protagonist is put on trial by his peers. The tight grip of fascistic space goons gradually loosens their grip in the song's final minutes, as a street-worn riff storm carries our rebels far away from the grasp of whatever the fucks. That means our (now treasonous) soldier has a second chance at life in the (are you ready for this?) the unknown wilds of...

..."The Cursed Earth." This is a perfect song for that moment in a show when the alcohol or "legal tobacco" has sufficiently unlocked your third eye with stellar riffs and choruses (this song has several "ah-ha" moments). The vocals are obscured here and are sometimes backed up by other singers to emphasize a specific point in the lyrical narrative. The final moments again are slowed down with impactful tonal moments that make you think you're on the edge spying some strange meeting of warrior souls.

Things are not what they seem They never are

"The Great Wave" pulls you right into its hypnotic sway, interjected with extraterrestrial strains of thought communicated as if by a very blasted HAL 9000, our onboard computer. It's downright creepy when it hits you. Then again, maybe that's what we want from an intrepid album such as Pilgrim, to rope us into a fascinating narrative and invite us to return to sort out the details, several spins down the road. Now that I think of it, maybe these songs are all references pinned to great Alien, Robocop, and Judge Dredd moments? Listen closely to "Nostromo" and "Directive IV" and wonder. A good album should do that to a person, draw you into its storytelling and musical colour. It has me listening to it immediately from beginning to end, then end to beginning. If you wanna give it a shot, Planet of the Dead's monsterpiece will definitely reward your back-to-back listens.

Look for Pilgrims to come to life on July 23rd, with a fantastic spread of options on vinyl and CD (pre-order here). In the meanwhile, Planet of the Dead are letting us join the party leading up to the big drop right here at Doomed & Stoned HQ, where you can hear each track in full. Don't miss crucial insight from the band itself in 'Some Buzz' to follow. Then join in sharing your thoughts and theories (stoned or otherwise) on this transcendental New Zealand metal album in the comments below!

Give ear...

LISTEN: Planet of the Dead - Pilgrim

SOME BUZZ

Just little over a year following the release of their auspicious debut album, 'Fear of a Dead Planet' (2020), which attained more than 35,000 views on YouTube, New Zealand cosmic stoner and doom four-piece band Planet of the Dead are back with a new full-length album titled 'Pilgrims' (2021).

Hurtling towards the forever yawning void within their busted-up space freighter, they draw inspiration from classic science fiction and horror, and push supermassive and megalithic riffs to the outer limits.

"Our second album came together around the titular track 'Pilgrim', which is based on the book 'Slaughterhouse 5' by Kurt Vonnegut. Musically, it plays upon the themes of moments trapped in the amber." So says the band about this new album.

"Our basic concept is heavy music played heavy, and we try to keep it simple. There are recurrent themes in our riffs which gives the album a sense of coherence, but we've experimented with some new sounds in the latest album which we feel results in a greater sense of dynamism.

"Lyrically, we dug deeper into our obsessions with classic sci-fi and horror. There is a distinctive and undeniable fan-fiction element to our work. We actively seek out cultural references, and weave them into our tapestries. Ultimately, we do everything we do for the great god Dyzan, for his greater glory...and for our mutual pleasure.”

Set for release on July 23rd, 'Pilgrims' will surely cement Planet of the Dead’s reputation as serious riff merchants.

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legolasoftherings · 4 years ago

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Flower Crowns

Pairings: Platonic!Fili x reader, Platonic!Kili x reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: just fluff, as usual :)

A/N: FINALLY some Fiki action, aka lots of hugs and fluff :) I have no idea where this is set cuz erebor has practically no windows soooooo idek, enjoy loves <3

The sun rose with happiness and joy in its rays and had steeped you in its warmth. You awoke with a smile, and ran to your window to let it soak into your skin. In the distance, you knew there was a meadow with wildflowers in full bloom.

Quickly getting dressed, you barely paid attention to what you were putting on. When you left your room, you went straight to the kitchen and storerooms to pack a few choice items in a basket.

You and the Durin family had been close your whole life. The three of you played together as children, and stayed best friends throughout your lives. Their mother, Dis, was a mentor to you, and you treasured their friendship.

You burst into their room, yelling,“Fili! Kili! We’re going on an adventure! Get up, lazy asses!”

“Why? Where? Now?” came the groggy voices of Fili and Kili.

“I’ve got a hankering for some flowers, and you’re coming with me. I’m not taking no for an answer, by the way, and I’m bringing food!” you said, pulling clothes out of their closet and placing them in their reluctant arms.

“It’s a two hour walk! We’re already running behind!” You called behind you at the boys dragging their feet.

Soon enough, your best friends met you in a side hallway in the direction of the meadow, still rubbing their eyes. You slipped both of your arms in theirs and set off. Chattering and giggling, you strode out of a side exit of the castle and began the trek.

You had given Fili the picnic basket, because Kili couldn’t be trusted near any food. The last time he was in charge of a meal, he ate half of it before the rest of you could take it out of the basket. It was a unanimous decision to charge him with empty basket duty coming home, according to you and Fili.

The rock around you slowly began to turn into grass as you walked, and the air smelled sweet. The boys next to you had content smiles on their faces, and no words were said for a little while.

All of a sudden, you crested a hill and saw them. Wildflowers as far as the eye could see, in all different colors. Without thinking, you let go of Fili and Kili and took off running. You sped through the meadow with a radiant smile as they watched. The brothers rarely saw you that happy, so it was a gift of a moment.

Looking back with a grin, you called, “Come on! I’ve found a spot!” They followed you to a little space of empty grass and Fili laid the blanket out.

You began to walk around the meadow, collecting as many colorful flowers as you could. By the time you were finished, you had a sizable bouquet in your arms. Taking a deep inhale, the sweet scent filled your nose and put a soft smile on your face.

When you arrived back at the blanket, the princes were already eating. Kili’s face was covered in jam and Fili was munching on a piece of cheese.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” You deadpanned, settling yourself down on the blanket.

“Nope!” Kili laughed, as you wiped the jam off his face with a napkin.

You pulled a loaf of bread out of the basket and cut it into pieces, one for each of you. Fortunately, you also brought ale and a few cups, so once you finished your meal, you drank a little bit.

You started making a flower crown with a bundle of beautiful blue flowers. Using your nail, you made a hole, inserted one stem into the other, and continued the motion. You didn’t notice Fili and Kili watching you intently, very confused and honestly, quite lost at what you were doing.

“Y/n…” Fili asked, a little shyly, “what are you doing?”

“Making a flower crown, you buffoon!” You replied with a laugh, “Have you never seen one made before?”

The boys laughed sheepishly and murmured negative responses of a general variety. You bade them to gather them around you, and you showed them how to thread the flowers together.

Once you finished yours, you placed it on Fili’s head.

“A crown fit for a king,” you said, bowing low with a chuckle.

“Can I have one?” Kili half-whined, feeling left out.

“Make one yourself, Kee,” Fili laughed

“Fine,” Kili huffed and grabbed a handful of flowers. He wove the flowers in and out, creating a beautiful flower crown; you hated to admit it, but you were impressed.

“You’re a natural!” you said, clapping as he finished, causing him to laugh and take a bow. He placed the crown on his head, and admired the effect.

The three of you continued to weave flowers into crowns and chains and talk for quite a few more hours, until you realized that the sun was getting low in the sky. The setting sun washed the sky in purples and pinks.

“It’s beautiful,” you said without thinking.

“Mhm,” Fili murmured, smiling at your wonderstruck expression. At that moment, Kili let out a face-splitting yawn at your side, making you all laugh.

“C’mere,” you chuckled, holding out your arms and patting your lap.

You laid Kili’s head in your lap, and leaned on Fili’s chest. The sun set, bathing their faces in golden light. You absentmindedly ran your hands through Kili’s hair while Fili fiddled with the ends of yours. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed and closed your eyes, enjoying the utter stillness of the moment. It took many minutes for any of you to move, but none of you were too quick to leave.

At last, the three of you packed up, gave the empty basket to Kili and began to walk back. The darkness was still and silent but for the sound of crickets, and none of you spoke for a long time. When you finally got home,you had to separate.

“Goodnight,” you said, adjusting the wilting crowns on their heads.

“Night, Y/n,” they replied, giving you warm hugs. You kissed both of the boys goodnight on the cheek and left them

#fili #kili #fili fanfiction #kili fanfiction #soft fili is my favorite thing #soft kili is my favorite #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfic

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hopeisour4letteredword · 5 years ago

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innocent bones ch1

Summary: Apollo gets a wake-up call in a few ways. It’s okay, though--he’s got best-friend backup.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

Apollo’s first thought when his phone rings at some ungodly time in the middle of the night is fuck off. His second thought is oh my God oh no Clay, because he’s had a shit year and maybe it’s made him a bit paranoid and he’s Clay’s emergency medical contact. His third thought, as he toes the line of lucidity, is wait, that’s the ringtone I set for Klavier.

Fuck. If Klavier is calling him at this hour, it’s probably important.

He slaps haphazardly at his nightstand until he finds his phone and yanks it off the charger. He gives himself one last moment to squeeze his eyes shut against the ache of fatigue, then rallies enough to answer the call.

“Justice speaking.“

“...Hurts.”

Suddenly much more awake, Apollo sits bolt upright in bed. “What?”

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier says, in the most childish and petulant voice Apollo has ever heard out of him. To be fair, Apollo hasn’t heard him overtly childish all that many times, so that’s a low hurdle. It’s not much comfort. “Feel—feel sorry for me. I’m in pain.”

“You—what? Are you alright?”

“No.”

Apollo stares unseeingly into the darkness for a second until adrenaline overrides panic and he launches himself out of bed. He almost trips trying to keep his phone to his ear and disentangle the sheets around his legs at the same time. Light, where’s the light switch on his lamp? “Where are you? How bad is it?”

“It sucks,” Klavier whines. “An’ I’m all alone.”

“I’m coming to help. You’re gonna be fine. Are you—you sound really out of it. Did you hit your head? Are you drunk?”

Blood loss? he doesn’t ask. Don’t think about the worst-case scenario. Keep moving. He finds his keys and his wallet, tosses them over by his shoes near the door. No telling if he’ll need his bike or his bus card until he has more information.

“Drugs,” Klavier says, glumly. Apollo grits his teeth. Klavier is one of the most law-abiding people Apollo has ever met; there’s no way he took hardcore drugs of his own volition. Please don’t let it be roofies. Please don’t let him be stranded, injured and alone, in a place where somebody roofied him.

Clothes, clothes, Apollo needs to not get arrested for indecency the second he steps out the door. He yanks on the first pair of shorts he encounters. Shirt? He shoves a hand into his dresser blindly. It comes out clutching one of Clay’s old Sailor Moon shirts, faded and worn. Apollo wears it as a pajama shirt sometimes, but in public—fuck it. Klavier’s safety is worth the weird looks for being a grown man wearing a magical girl anime shirt in public. He’s not gonna dig around for an acceptable shirt at a time like this.

“Keep talking to me. What hurts?”

“My mouth.”

“Your mouth? What happened, do you remember?”

“They stole my teeth,” Klavier says, woefully, and that finally makes Apollo pause, balanced on one foot to pull a sock on the other.

“Your—your teeth?”

“Took ‘em—took ‘em right out. With knives. Now my mouth’s full of holes. It hurts, Herr Forehead.”

An image is cementing itself, slowly but surely, out of the fog of panic and lethargy in Apollo’s mind. He lowers his foot. “Who took your teeth?”

“Teeth doctor.”

“Did...did you get teeth taken out? By a dentist or—?”

“Yeah! Wis’om teeth. They stole them.”

Apollo slumps back against his door like a puppet with his strings cut, and sinks to the ground. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Oh my God, Klavier. Start with that next time.”

“Next time?” Klavier sounds genuinely befuddled. “But they’re already gone.”

“I thought you had been roofied or mugged or something,” Apollo says. He settles on laughter, and it comes out hysterical. “God. Don’t do that to me. I’m too young to have a heart attack.”

“Don’t do what? What’d I do?”

“You scared the shit out of me.” Apollo draws his knees up to his chest and leans on them, trying to take deep breaths. Klavier is okay. He’s not bleeding in an alleyway behind some bar. He’s not about to be assaulted. He’s only stoned on painkillers. “You owe me for this one. I was halfway out the door.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” There’s a rustling noise on the other end of the line. Klavier’s voice is soft and contrite. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“That’s fine,” Apollo says. “We’re fine. I’m not mad. Well, maybe a little bit. Just—goddamn. Okay. Talking. I can talk. Wait. You’re home, aren’t you? You’re not wandering the city like this?”

He’s hyperaware of his own heartbeat, still too loud and too fast. That was a hell of a wake-up call. Apollo has more than enough trouble getting to sleep on a normal night. There’s no way he’s knocking out any time soon after this—might as well keep Klavier entertained if he’s going to be awake the rest of the night anyway.

“Yeah!” Klavier says, perking up again. “I’m home. Oh, but—Vongole is gone.”

“Gone?” Apollo frowns. “Where’d she go?”

“Sebastian took her.”

“What for?”

“He said I prob’ly shouldn’t walk her tonight,” Klavier says, despondently. “I miss her. She’s a good dog.”

“She is a good dog,” Apollo agrees. He scratches a hand through his bedhead and tries not to yawn. “But you’ll get to see her again soon. I’m sure Prosecutor Debeste will give her back tomorrow.”

“But I want her now.”

Apollo doesn’t have a rebuttal to that. God only knows how many times he sprawled next to Vongole on the floor while Mr. Gavin was out of the office, complaining about the trials of law school. She’s a good listener. Always knows when someone needs a hug. She’d make a good therapy dog if she didn’t have so much energy. It’s no wonder Klavier wants her back when he’s this miserable.

“Sorry, man.”

Klavier sighs melodramatically. “Can’t believe he left me and took my dog. I think he likes her better than me.”

“Can you blame him?” Apollo says, wryly. He realizes his mistake right as Klavier makes a quiet, wounded noise.

“...No.”

“Joke,” Apollo blurts out. Fuck. Of course Klavier is too out of it for their normal banter. “I’m joking. That was a joke. I didn’t mean—“

“It’s okay, Herr F—“

“Of course he doesn’t like your dog better than you. Don’t be stupid. That was a really shitty joke for me to make, and I didn’t mean it at all.”

Klavier laughs, weakly. “Right, sure.”

“You’re—ridiculously likeable.” It spills out of Apollo’s mouth before he can stop himself. But why should he stop himself? It’s the middle of the night and Klavier’s fucked up on painkillers and Apollo was an asshole. He can part with some kind words to make up for it. It’s the right thing to do, probably. God, he’s tired. “And a good person. Everybody likes you just fine.”

After a few beats of silence save for the shudder of Klavier’s breath across the line, Klavier asks, half-joking, “Even you?”

Apollo rolls his eyes. “No, I’m talking to you at three AM while you’re high as a kite on anesthetics because I hate you.” Another beat. “That was another joke. Just to be extremely clear.”

“You like me?” Klavier asks, so damn hopefully that Apollo doesn’t have it in him to pretend otherwise.

“Yeah.”

“I like you, too,” Klavier says, happily. Apollo’s heart thumps traitorously hard against his ribcage. He’s too exhausted to deal with his own pining right now. It’s not fair that Klavier can do this to him out of nowhere. He’s not even trying to flirt right now. He’s just a naturally affectionate person and it’s destroying Apollo. “I wish you were here. I wish Vongole or Sebastian was here. I’m bored and lonely and my mouth hurts.”

“I know, bud.”

��What am I supposed to do?”

“Sleep?” Apollo suggests. Klavier makes a dismissive sound. “Uh. Watch something on Netflix? Or whatever rock stars watch their movies and shit on these days.”

“I start falling asleep when I try to watch anything and then I have nightmares ‘cause my mouth hurts.”

That sounds like it will be a problem no matter what Klavier does to occupy himself. “Do you have more painkillers?”

“I... forgot where I put them. And how many to take.”

“Find them and read the bottle, then.”

“Print’s too small.”

“...Are you so drugged up you can’t focus on text?”

“No, but they made me take my contacts out before they stole my teeth, and—“

Klavier wears contacts? Apollo opens his mouth to ask about it, but there’s an abrupt series of loud noises on the other end of the call. Loud, brief knocking, the thud of a door closing, the jingle of metal on metal.

“Sebastian!” Klavier cheers. Apollo hears a distant curse and thumping. “You came back!”

A voice, muffled and indistinct. The intonation lilts into a question.

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier answers, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, good grief. Give that here.”

“No, don’t—!“

“Hello?” Prosecutor Debeste says, his voice clear and focused now. It has the polite edge of professionality. “Mr. Justice, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Apollo says. He feels kind of weird about talking to somebody from the Prosecutor’s Office who isn’t Klavier while he’s on the floor, hair a bird’s nest, wearing a Sailor Moon shirt and one sock. Yeah, Prosecutor Debeste can’t see that or anything, but it’s the principle of the matter. “Hi. Um.”

“Sorry about the trouble. I hope he hasn’t kept you up too long.”

“Uh, no.”

“Sebastian,” Klavier wails, in the background. “Give it baaack!”

“Are you staying with him right now?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I just. To be honest, he made it sound like you stole his dog and ditched him.”

“Of course he did,” Prosecutor Debeste says, exasperatedly. Klavier whines, barely audible to the receiver. Vongole barks happily in response. “I’ve been here all night. I only took Vongole out for a bit to do her business and run around—she hasn’t been able to sleep either, not with Klavier this wound up. Don’t worry, he has someone keeping an eye on him.”

“That’s, um. Good to hear.”

“I can take care of things from here, so I’ll let you get some rest. Klavier can get in touch with you again in the morning if you need anything from him.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Justice. Thanks for keeping him company for a while. Klavier, say good night—“

“But we were talking—!“

The line goes dead.

Apollo takes his phone away from his ear and just looks at it. He thinks maybe he should process the last thirty minutes. His mind chases itself in loops instead. After a minute, he presses the heel of his free hand against his eyes, trying to massage out the exhaustion headache that’s starting to set in. Fuck. He still doesn’t know if he can sleep. What’s Clay always trying to tell him, about resting and keeping your eyes closed for a while being better than not sleeping at all? Can’t be any worse, at least. He might as well give it a shot. He settles back into the sheets, long cold by now, and tries to relax.

A street—not dark, but dim, maybe, with the hazy glow of a setting sun in the evening. The shadows are long and the light is golden. It catches on the leaves of trees in the park, turns them ethereal with shining halos.

I’ve been here before, Apollo thinks, then, that’s absurd, it’s the park, of course I’ve been here before.

Another golden halo, beside him on the park bench. Klavier’s hair catching the sunlight it so often seems to be spun from. Klavier’s blinding smile as he laughs at something Apollo just said, something already forgotten. Déjà vu strikes Apollo again. He does remember being here, remembers the way Klavier turns to him with a conversational parry, smirking, words balancing perfectly on the bizarre line they walk between sharp and friendly.

That’s what he remembers. That’s not what happens this time. What happens this time is:

Klavier’s smile goes soft and warm, an affectionate curl of his lips, and he says, “I like you, too.”

#klapollo #klavier gavin #apollo justice #ace attorney #long post

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the-good-noodle-kf · 5 years ago

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The Happiest Place on Earth (is When We’re Together) Part 2/2

This is technically a late entry for day three of saiou week but since it is legitimately more than four months late, I’m not going to describe it as such. But! It’s a part two of its previous part one-

(In which Shuichi loves everything about Kokichi, from his unbreachable veil of lies, to his annoying, yet somehow unexplainably endearing personality, and everything in between (but he can’t admit it because he thinks Kokichi might be lying about his own feelings towards Shuichi.)

Also, they go to Disney World together! :} :}

Rated T: for crude language and sexual innuendos.)

It’s not the alarm that wakes Shuichi up in the morning…

He’s woken up by a loud, startling, “HAAAAAI-YAAHH!” accompanied by a loud thump, followed by the sensation of pain where his body meets the floor, and then more pain everywhere else as something falls on top of him.

“Uggghh,” a pained moan resonates from above him as a hand pushes him closer to the floor.

Kokichi pushes himself up, still disoriented, and realizes he’s been attacked in his sleep.

He looks up and faces his assailant. “So you think it’s a good idea to disrupt an evil supreme leader’s sleep, huh?” He asks as he gets to his feet, only just realizing Shuichi must’ve been the one to break his fall, since he’s underneath him, and the pain in his own body is concentrated at his stomach where he was kicked instead of anywhere else. “What’s your goal?”

“I should ask you the same thing!” She points at him accusingly. “What were you planning sneaking in our room during the night! Such suspicious behavior is fitting for a degenerate male.”

Shuichi sits up, rubbing his head with a groan. His surroundings tell him that he was pushed off of the bed, blanket and all.

“Nyeh? What time is it?” Himiko raises her head from her pillow, her hair thoroughly tangled from sleep.

Shuichi glances at the digital clock on the night table. “It’s… seven o’clock.”

“Too early,” she mutters before collapsing back on the bed.

Shuichi rubs his eyes and stands to his feet. “We should get ready.”

“First, explain what you were doing in here!” Tenko commands.

“Weeelll, the manager of this resort came by to tell us we had to sleep in this room or they’d kick us all out!” He prattles falsehoods.

Shuichi amends the statement with the truth. “We traded beds with Maki and Kaito.”

Himiko perks up again, “huh? Why would you do that.”

“Miu was trying to fuck Keebo with us in the room!” He exclaims.

“Kokichi, stop lying.” Himiko seems oddly annoyed. It must be because she’s tired.

“Actually, that’s not a lie,” Shuichi assures them.

“What!? Tenko will set them straight!” She proclaims as she swings open the door to the other room and starts scolding them. Shuichi, from his position on the floor, can see Maki packing some knives away into her backpack. He really hopes she doesn’t plan on taking them into the park.

Kokichi shuts the door behind her and the upcoming mayhem, grinning wildly. “Whatcha guys waiting for? We’re going to Disney!”

“Ah...” the detective yawns.

“I wanna go back to sleep…” For her next trick, the magician disappears under the covers.

“Hey, that wasn’t too bad. We might not be the first ones on this bus, but we still got seats!” Kaito hits them with some positivity.

Maki’s shockingly awake, and Shuichi never expected she’d be a morning person.

“How the hell do people wake up this early?” Miu asks rhetorically before chugging down a thermos of hot coffee.

Keebo smiles beside her and hands out breakfast snacks that he packed for all of them.

Shuichi takes a granola bar. “Thank you.”

“This doesn’t make up for you’re unforgivable behavior, vermin!” Tenko makes sure he knows that much before grabbing an apple from his hand and furiously wiping it with her shirt before biting it.

Himiko’s sleeping on Tenko’s shoulder, and none of them are convinced she woke up at all to get ready; Tenko carried her to the bus stop, and she hasn’t spoken once.

“Nee-heehee!” Shuichi isn’t sure why Kokichi’s drinking Panta this early, but he is. “Shuichi! Did you download that app I told you about?”

The detective cocks his head to the side, before he remembers. “Ah, yea.”

“Open it up! C’mon.”

So he does; it’s kind of like charades with talking, and there’s a Disney themed category. Kokichi mentioned how it would be a good way to pass time before they visited. He chooses a total of four teams, since there are eight of them, and passes the phone to Kokichi.

“I’m gonna win!”

“Huh?” Kaito looks over.

“We’re all gonna play. Tenko, wake Himiko up or I’ll have Shuichi poison that apple like an evil old lady!”

“I won’t let him!” Tenko fights back.

“I-I wouldn’t do that!” Shuichi waves his hands in front of his face frantically, looking more than a little worried. The outburst, however, does the trick. Himiko slowly blinks her eyes and yawns.

“What is it?”

“We’re gonna play a game, m-kay?” Kokichi grins, showing off his teeth.

“Nyeh, okay.”

“What’re you guys playing?” Miu asks, raising an eyebrow and tucking her thermos away.

“You too! We put it on our forehead and our teammate describes it without saying what it is. If they guess it, tilt the phone down, and tilt up to skip.”

“I don’t trust that you won’t cheat.”

Kokichi sticks out his tongue. “Ugh, fine then, you can go first Harumaki.”

“Don’t call me that.” She glares threateningly as he passes her the phone.

She lifts the phone to her head and the game begins. “Kaito, describe them.”

“Uhhh..” he squints. “Skip that one.”

Keebo opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes it’s not his turn and keeps quiet.

“Oh! It’s the toy!”

“Hah, I bet you wish it was a sex toy,” Miu remarks.

“Fuck no!” Kaito yells back, before trying to explain. “He’s the space one! To infinity, and beyond!” Kaito puts a fist in the air.

“Buzz Lightyear.”

“Yeah! Oh, that guy’s real strong. He can probably do almost as many push-ups as me.”

“Strong…” Maki furrows her brows. “Hercules.”

“You got it Harumaki. Okay, now this one’s a princess. The one with the yellow dress.”

“Belle.”

“Uhh, this one. Skip it. Okay, another princess. She also wears yellow, I guess…” He scratches his goatee. “Red ribbon, I think, and short hair.”

“Snow White.”

“He’s a duck-”

“Hey! Duck is in the name, degenerate!”

“Oh, fuck, right. Skip.”

“He’s a doll, and he can’t lie. Well, he can lie, um.”

“What..?”

“His nose. It gets longer if he lies. Yeah, that’s it. It’s his nose.”

“Heh.” Miu smirks.

The ex-assassin stares. “I’m skipping.”

“Maki! Oh you know this one-” he begins when there’s a beep.

“Awwww, looks like you’re out of time!” Kokichi grabs the phone and looks at the list of characters. “You guys only got four! Hey Shuichi, put this on your head. We got this.”

“Right!” Shuichi nods, taking the phone and getting ready.

“Mmm, Shumai, you gotta tilt the phone forward a little.”

“Hah-haha! Pooichi can’t even do it right!”

“One, two, three, go! He’s the monkey in Lion King!”

Shuichi thinks for a moment. “Um… Raf-Rafiki?”

“Yup! Girl Mickey rat!”

“Wh- Minnie Mouse?”

Kokichi nods, “Nee-heehee! It’s Miu!”

“Nnnnnnnn,” Miu squirms in her seat.

“Miu? Kokichi, what?”

“Y’know, Miu. In that famous spaghetti scene from that movie with the dogs.”

Shuichi hesitates, “...Tramp?”

“Right-o! Didn’t know you had it in you Shuichi! Skip!”

“O-okay,” Shuichi stutters.

“Hmmm, Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na!” he sings.

“Kokichi…”

“C’mon Shuichi! You can do it. If she doesn’t scare you, then nobody will!” he continues impishly.

“Cruella De Vil...”

“Good job Shumai! Oh! Oh! They’re emo like Shuichi!”

“Kokichi… I already told you I’m not like Eeyore…”

“Nee-heehee, you still got it. His mom was shot!”

“...is this really in a Disney Movie?”

“Yup! Would I lie to you, Shuichi?”

“Yes.”

“He’s a deer!”

“Right, I think I’m gonna skip.”

“Shuiichiii,” Kokichi whines, “you could’ve gotten that one. But skip this one. Hmm, oh, evil lion!”

“Scar!” The detective declares.

“Okay! Last one! Glass shoe!”

“Cinderella.”

“Yeah! Times up! We got seven! I bet no one else can beat that.” He taunts.

“Oh yeah?” Miu challenges, taking the phone and putting it on her head.

The countdown begins. Keebo frowns. “Um, I don’t know that one. Skip. That one either… Who is Scrooge McDuck?”

“You’re not supposed to say it!” Kaito exclaims.

“But who is it?” Himiko asks. All of them, except for a very focused Miu and Keebo, shrug.

“She’s a small fairy!”

“Scrooge McDuck is a small fairy?”

“No, Keebo is describing the character on Miu’s head.”

“Tinker Bell!” Miu slams her free hand down on her lap. “Hah! I’m a fuckin’ genius!”

“Correct! He is a dog.”

“I’m gonna need more than that babe.”

“My apologies! He is friends with a cat, if I remember correctly.”

“C’monn Keebo, hurry up.” Miu urges.

“He has a birthmark shaped like lightning!”

“Harry Potter?”

“Harry Potter is not a dog, nor is he Disney!”

Wh-what? I got it wrong?” Miu seems shocked as she meekly looks away.

Keebo keeps playing, already accustomed to Miu’s random bouts of timidness. “Skip! She is the significant other of Simba. She… when we watched the movie you said she has bedroom eyes...”

“Hah-hahah! Nala. All you had to say for that one was bedroom eyes. That was all I needed.”

“He was raised by animals!”

“Oooh! Gonta! Hah! I totally nailed it!”

“Gonta is not a Disney character.” Keebo asserts.

“He’s not?!” Kokichi gasps like he’s been lied to his whole life.

“He swings on vines!” Keebo stands to his feet and pounds his fists against his chest. “Aaaaaaa-auaa-aaaaaaah!”

Kokichi boos, “Kee-boooooo! Your time ran out.”

“Wait, Gonta isn’t Tarzan?” Himiko tilts her head skeptically.

Miu takes the phone down and looks over the results, the others peering over.

Kokichi laughs, “You idiots! You only got two!”

“Shut up cuck!”

“Ahahahaaha!”

“It’s our turn!” Tenko declares. She hands the phone to Himiko and eagerly waits until the mage holds it against her forehead. The round begins.

“In the morning, Himiko is usually…”

“Sleepy,” she answers correctly.

“Skip! A degenerate male that steals bread!”

“Aladdin!”

“She’s an innocent princess that’s defiled in her sleep!”

“Aurora.”

“Another degenerate, this one tries to trick a girl into leaving her parents forever!”

“Nyeh… Peter Pan.”

“Aha! His name describes him perfectly!”

“Beast.”

“She has long, golden hair!”

“Rapunzel.”

“Skip this one! And this one! She saves China!”

“Mulan.”

“The least menacing of all males!”

“The… hunchback, maybe.”

“His full name!”

“Quasimodo!”

“She’s a beautiful native princess that’s manipulated into betraying her people.”

“Pocahontas.”

“She’s a sea witch that tricks a naive mermaid!”

“Ursula.”

“A degenerate talking dog!”

“...Bolt?”

“No, another one!”

“Nyeh?” Himiko tilts her head.

“He’s friends with vermin!”

“It’s goofy!”

“Yes! Skip, ahhh, Himiko, we’re out of time.”

“Nyeh, we couldn’t have lost with my spell casting helping us.” They all glance at the screen, showing eleven correct.

“How did you do that?!” Keebo is astounded. He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that he and Miu were only able to answer two correctly.

Himiko’s smile brightens. “With my magic…”

After making their way through the security check...

(Kaito was plucked out of the group to pass through the body scan machine, and complained, “Oh come on! I’m the suspicious one?!”

“Of course!” Tenko remarked.

Shuichi took note that Maki was able to successfully smuggle in her weapons. It was a little disconcerting, but the thought of a possible forthcoming lifetime ban from Disney World was a little more disconcerting.)

(Kokichi also begged the seven of them to rent a stroller to push him around in, but sadly, they did not.)

...They make their way through the crowd toward Tomorrowland.

Shuichi had set up fast passes for them in advance, so they would get to do more things with less waiting. Their first one was for Space Mountain, at Kaito’s request. Himiko and Tenko had mentioned that they are not a fan of big roller coasters, so they opted for a fast pass for Peter Pan’s Flight. It isn’t until later though, so they go on line for the race-track ride as the remaining six of them hurry towards the roller coaster.

Kaito’s expressions display his complete captivation with the theme of the ride, and Shuichi can just tell from that, that this is definitely Kaito’s favorite ride. Keebo is appreciating the decoration too. Kokichi is bouncing with excess energy at just riding rides in general, and all the positivity must be rubbing off on Maki; she’s smiling slightly. Miu’s pretty pumped up and isn’t making any profane jokes for the moment. Shuichi is smiling, but at them all; he’s glad to be there with them all.

The Neo-Aikido Master and the self-proclaimed mage meet up with them soon after to go on another ride in Tomorrowland; Maki’s score on the Buzz Lightyear laser shooting ride surpasses the rest of theirs by far, but Kokichi still manages to get in second place, winning against Tenko by a few points.

“Our next fast pass is for Pirates of the Carribean.” Shuichi reads off of his phone.

“Nyeh? Where is that?” Himiko asks, peering over his shoulder.

“Nee-heehee! I say we go this way until we find it!” Kokichi spins around and stops, pointing his finger in a random direction.

“Kokichi! You’re just going to get us lost again. We should stick to the map!”

“Boooring, Keeboy. Are robots only capable of coming up with predictable ideas?”

“I am not a robot!”

Shuichi looks at the map in Keebo’s hands. “It… says it’s this way.” Shuichi points.

“Good job Shumai! Your navigational skills are almost as good as Rantaro’s!” Kokichi praises gleefully.

“Kokichi! You’re doing the same thing I suggested!”

“Hmmm, nope. Shuichi using the map is waaaay different,” Kokichi lies.

“It’s not different at all!” Kaito disagrees, and Kokichi just laughs.

“This ride is about me!” Kokichi claims from his seat beside Shuichi.

“No one cares,” Himiko drawls, leaning against Tenko, half watching the animatronic pirates sing.

“How is this ride about you?!” Keebo challenges.

“Don’t you know Keebo, I live a secret life as a famous pirate! I am the phantom pirate, king of the seas!”

“That’s a lie!” he accuses from the row of seats behind.

“Yup, now be quiet Keeboy! You’re disrupting the other people on the ride!”

“Kokichi, you’re the one who-!”

Kokichi shushes him, grinning. He subtly scoots closer to Shuichi, but Shuichi still notices it and tries to stop himself from blushing.

Shuichi isn’t stupid. He knows it is fairly likely that Kokichi’s interested in him romantically. His blatant proclamations along with some observed involuntary mannerisms have clued him into that much.

However, Shuichi is a detective, which means he can only make deductions; he knows it’s likely that Kokichi likes him, but he’s not sure. He has known Kokichi for years, and if there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s that Kokichi Oma is a liar. He can’t risk reciprocating these feelings that Kokichi has been projecting, because he knows that it might be a lie, and if it is a lie, then things would get awkward, and awful, and Shuichi is happy just being next to Kokichi. If being close to Kokichi means that he has to shove down his feelings, then so be it.

“Fuck it’s hot outside,” Miu states the obvious, fanning herself with her shirt.

Himiko and Tenko approach. “I knew my tracking spell would help us find you guys.”

“Hey,” Kaito greets them, “we’re about to go on the Haunted Mansion.”

“Ooooo, sounds exciting!” Tenko chirps while Himiko nods with a smile.

As they get wait to get inside the elevator of the Haunted Mansion ride, Kokichi speaks up, “Hey Kaito, guess what?”

“What?”

“A whole buuuunch of riders actually died on this very ride ten years ago! People say their ghosts haunt the ride and mess with the seats! Workers even claim that some of the decorations aren’t just fake projections, but real ghosts!”

“Wh-wh-what?!” Kaito screeches, clinging to Maki, who returns Kokichi’s claim with a glare.

Miu guffaws, “hah! That’s bullshit.”

“Kokichi, everyone knows you’re lying!” Keebo points at him.

Kaito crosses his arms and avoids eye contact. “...yeah, you’re obviously lying.”

Kokichi grins, “are you sure?”

(Maki starts glaring even more than usual at Kokichi after she finally gets Kaito to stop screaming about the “definitely real” ghosts)

They’re strolling through Fantasyland after eating something for lunch.

“Hey,” Kaito walks back from where he was walking ahead with Maki, “we’re about to go on, uh… the teacups.” He points towards the Wonderland-themed ride.

“It’s a mad tea party!” Kokichi grins.

“Me and Keebo are gonna go on Splash Mountain instead.”

“Isn’t the wait for that, two hours?” Shuichi inquires.

“Yeah? So? ...I just wanna get soaked.”

There’s a relative groan of annoyance at the innuendo.

“We’ll meet you guys at Cosmic Ray’s after,” she informs them, remembering the name from Kaito when he was talking about where he could get a burger.

“Wheeee! Shuichi, isn’t this fun?”

“Kokichi, could you please slow down?” Shuichi doesn’t mind going fast, but this is… very fast. He’d like to go a little bit slower, at least.

“Hmmm, fine, but only for you, my beloved.” Kokichi smiles wide.

Shuichi’s cheeks turn pink.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Kaito groans from beside them. Tenko wanted all the girls to go in one teacup, and since the teacups are two to three per cup, it worked out pretty well… for them.

As soon as they get out from under the hood of the teacup ride, rain starts pouring down.

“Shit,” Kaito mutters.

“Of course you degenerate males wouldn’t come prepared! Luckily, me and Himiko came prepared!” She reaches into the magician’s small backpack and pulls out some rain ponchos.

“Tada!” Himiko proclaims, “eight magic ponchos for all of us.” She hands them out to the group.

“Too bad Miu and Keebo aren’t here to use them.”

“Nee-heehee! Guess they’re getting soaked after all!”

Eventually, after some more walking and shopping around, they find solace from the rain at the restaurant Kaito insisted they all go to for dinner. Shuichi remembers him mumbling something about the “full Tomorrowland experience” or whatever that means. It works out alright though, since Kaito gets his burger, and the rest of them get to sit down. It’s still pretty early for dinner, but they plan to make it back to the hotel to rest so they can be back and more awake for the fireworks.

They’ve all got a booth to themselves, which is good because that means no one besides the five of them has to witness Kaito inhaling his burger unless they look his way. It also means no one can hear Tenko when she scolds him for his lack of manners.

“Shuichi! Feed me a fry!”

Shuichi blushes but picks up a fry and lowers it towards Kokichi’s head as it rests in his lap. “Please don’t choke Kokichi.”

“I’m the supreme leader of an evil organization! You think eating while laying down could kill me? No way!” He insists, inching up towards the fried potato.

“If you’re sure…” Shuichi trails off as Kokichi eats the french fry.

He prattles on after chewing, “I’m the king and Shuichi is my servant! Nee-heehee-ouch!”

Kaito snorts, food in his mouth as he asks, “did you just bump your head on the table?”

Kokichi sits up from Shuichi’s lap, rubbing his forehead. “Of course not, I just bypassed an assassination attempt. Because of my invisible helmet, Harumaki’s blow to my head only gave me a teensy headache,” he lies, adding hand gestures to emphasize.

“That’s a lie,” Maki calls him out this time, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “If I were to attempt to take your life, you wouldn’t survive,” she assures him.

“Awwww, does that mean Harumaki doesn’t actually hate me after all?” Kokichi tilts his head, his voice teasing.

“Don’t push it.” Her expression is deadpan.

“Do you want me to feed you a fry, Himiko?” Tenko tilts her head, holding up the offered fry.

“Nyeh… I’m okay.” Himiko bites into her burger.

“Okay!” Tenko smiles. “So how was everyone else’s time while we were gone? Hopefully not getting into too much trouble.”

“Nee-heehee, what else can you expect from an evil leader like me?” His grin broadens. “Keebo screamed like a little kid on the rollercoaster! Too bad you missed it!” Kokichi teases.

“What time is it?” Kaito asks, looking towards Maki as she sips her water.

She reaches into her backpack and checks her phone. “It’s five-ten.”

“Hey fuckers,” Miu greets as she walks up to their table with her tray alongside a very wet and sulking Keebo.

“Miu! You’re shirt’s see-through!” Kaito yells reproachfully.

“Heeeeee!” Miu covers herself. “Well don’t look perv…” she mumbles as she sits down meekly.

“I didn’t know Keeboy was water-proof!” Kokichi changes the subject with faux surprise.

“Kokichi, we have been in the pool at the same time!”

They get back into the park around eight-thirty, a little more awake than before.

“Shouldn’t we just go back to the hotel? It’s still raining…”

“Not before the fireworks Keeboy! I wanna see things explode!” Kokichi exclaims.

Keebo and Miu have rain ponchos on now too, not that it’s making much of a difference since they ran from the buses without them.

They all try to navigate through the crowd in front of the castle to find the best place to see the fireworks from as possible. It’s not very full, since it’s still raining, but a decent crowd has decided to stick around.

The rain turns to drizzles as the show begins.

Shuichi looks at Kokichi’s face light up in amazement while watching the firework show and feels warm inside.

They go on a few other rides they weren’t able to get to earlier. (One of them is called Astro Orbiter and they ride it mainly for Kaito.)

They’re sort of just roaming around when Miu halts the group in their steps. “I gotta go on jungle cruise. I sorta told Gonta I’d get some pictures of the animals... C’mon Keebo.”

“Okay!” Keebo nods.

For some reason, this prompts Maki and Kaito to converse amongst themselves before approaching Shuichi. “We’re gonna head back. Y’know what they say: early to bed and early to rise.” Kaito pats Shuichi on the back and gives him a wink… for… some reason.

“Ah, okay.”

“Have fun, we’ll see you later…” Maki smiles as they head towards the exit, four remaining.

“Are you tired yet Kokichi?” Shuichi asks.

“Who needs sleep when you can stay up late and wake up early in the morning?”

“...”

“But, I was more tired earlier. Taking a nap with Shuichi made me much more awake! I’m ready to ride more rides!”

Shuichi smiles at that. He doesn’t want the leader to push himself too hard. He’s experienced Kokichi completely shutting down because of a lack of sleep. Shuichi has struggled with insomnia too, but Kokichi isn’t able to sleep in like he can. The other normally wakes up early regardless of when he goes to sleep.

“Let me know if you get tired Shumai! I wouldn’t want my beloved to lie just for my sake. I hate liars, you know.”

Shuichi nods, “I’m alright for now. I think we can stay a little bit longer.”

Himiko then speaks up, “Hey. We’re going to watch Mickey’s Magic Show. Do you wanna come with us?”

“Sounds like fun!” Kokichi grips his hand, racing ahead of the other two. Tenko seems to take that as a personal challenge, so she lifts Himiko for a piggy-back ride and chases them.

Himiko pulls a blanket out of her backpack once they get into the waiting room for the show; none of them are sure why or when she brought it but the air-conditioned room is pretty cold and the air outside is beginning to cool down because of the season. At least it stopped raining.

“It’s a cape, because I’m a mage,” she says, but the fleecy crescent moons and clouds on it say differently.

Shuichi and Kokichi had already decided they would ride Thunder Mountain next. Well, Kokichi decided, and Shuichi quickly agreed.

Tenko knows Himiko won’t want to ride anything that high up, so she suggests a less intense alternative. “We never got to ride Mine Train Himiko! Do you want to go before the park closes?” Tenko remembers that Himiko wanted to at least try riding Seven Dwarves’ Mine Train.

“Nyeh… but isn’t the wait still really long?”

“It might be, but we can check!”

“Okay. After Mine Train let’s leave right away. My feet hurt, and my MP is too low to cast a health recovery spell.”

Himiko and Tenko set out towards the ride.

And then there were two.

The line for Thunder Mountain Railroad isn’t unreasonably long, but it’s definitely not quiet either.

Kokichi has his arms up the whole time, and even though Shuichi is gripping the safety bar for dear life during the sudden turns, his eyes are wide open, and there’s a rush of adrenaline going through him. It’s not an intense roller coaster by any means, but the wind on their faces and the loud crackle of the tracks makes it exciting. After, Kokichi pulls him by the hand towards Adventureland and Shuichi smiles the whole way there.

In the last few minutes before the park closes they make it back to Pirates of the Carribean again, for the last ride of the night. Now that it’s just the two of them, it feels somehow different from when they were in a group.

“Shuichi, we need to talk.” The boat has begun to move along its track in the water, the false night sky of the ride seeming so realistic overhead.

Shuichi’s eyes widen. “Ah, what would you like to talk about?”

“Do you like me?”

Eyebrows raise, “of-of course.”

Kokichi rolls his eyes, “C’mon Shuichi. I know you’re not that dense.” He pauses. “What I mean is, how do you feel about me, as more than a friend?”

“O-oh,” Shuichi stammers, feeling his face preheating like an oven.

Kokichi leans forward expectantly. “So?”

“Um… I like you, Kokichi.”

An involuntary smile appears on the leader’s face. “Good, me too.”

Shuichi smiles back.

“So let’s make it official.” Kokichi says, looking ahead instead of into Shuichi’s eyes as he laces their fingers together.

“I’d like that.” Shuichi smiles lovingly as he leans over to press his lips to Kokichi’s cheek.

Even though it’s a little dark in the ride, Shuichi can still see Kokichi’s blush. It’s really cute, he notices, but then Kokichi’s facing him again, and he sees a searching look in those purple eyes that’s even more cute. Shuichi nods, and Kokichi takes the opportunity to grab onto Shuichi’s shirt and pull him closer until their lips meet.

It’s nothing crazy, just a soft press of lips against one another with that yo-ho pirate song echoing in the background, but it makes the two of them feel really warm and giddy. The seriousness of the moment is stopped quickly, since Kokichi can’t help himself from grinning. It sort of stops the kiss, but he can’t help it; he’s suddenly so full of energy, and he just can’t stop smiling. Shuichi opens his eyes and seeing Kokichi makes him smile too. It’s like their cheeks are stuck like that, but neither of them really mind.

As they’re getting off of the ride, Shuichi speaks up, a million little thoughts going through his head, “maybe we shouldn’t say anything to the others yet.”

“Why not? Are you ashamed of me?” Crocodile tears well up in his eyes.

Shuichi shakes his head. “No, I just think that Tenko would be less willing to share a room with us if she knew we are together.”

“Nee-heehee, so devious Shuichi. I think I’m rubbing off on you.”

“Maybe…”

(They don’t make it back to the hotel until midnight because of the long bus wait. Himiko texted them to warn them, but by the time they get there the line is already long and they have to wait for two buses to depart before finally getting on the third one. But, as they sit down in the seats and Kokichi falls asleep leaning against Shuichi’s shoulder, he finds that he doesn’t mind too much.)

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polygamyff · 5 years ago

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33.

To be back home is a different feeling, to be back home in my parents house is weird to me. And I think it’s because I don’t want to be here, I want to be with Maurice and when I did come here, I was running away from him and that life but I’m not now and I miss him. It’s been a day and I just feel a mess, I feel I have lost a little part of me and it’s left in New York. I did call him, he picked up straight away and I cried again, I’m a mess and I know it but god help me I need to get through these days. I won’t even lie but I am very upset about the home, Maurice is very calm about it but I’m very emotional about it all, that was my home. My daughter’ home and I built on that with Maurice, I feel like someone has taken things away from me and they have. I don’t feel safe even if Maurice was to let us go back there and rebuild, my daughter and I could have been there. It’s just I feel invaded that someone did that and I don’t want to say it to Maurice to make him feel bad so I’m just keeping it to myself right now, but I’m being optimistic because Leon is taking me out for some food and my dad woke up for Reign, back to the daily routine of me waking up late, life is great when it’s like this. Stretching my body out, I’m not sure actually when Maurice does come back but I hope it’s soon because I miss him so much. Let me actually get my ass out of bed, I’ve really had the best time of my life and met and seen people I never dreamt of even meeting and I can only thank Maurice for that because he didn’t need to do this for any of us or even me.

Making my way down the steps, I can hear my dad speaking to Reign. I know she is loving it, she loves when you speak to her and I know she must have missed my dad because I did kind of did also but he needs to learn, he did deserve to be kicked out because of how he was “I can tell you missed her” I said as I reached the bottom of the steps “I did, I feel like she has grown so quick on me, look at her. She is holding her own, she is ok to keep her head steady too” my daughter is growing so fast on me “yeah she is, little diva was so spoilt was Dubai. Gold chain by the Prince, dresses upon dresses. She is so spoilt. You see how her little rolls are, the creases are light skinned while she is tanned, you fat baby” I grinned at her, she is looking at me now she has heard me “you are one loved little diva, ain’t you. Drooling all over” grabbing her top, wiping her bottom chin “princess!” I yelped, Reign smiled at me “you are so beautiful daughter, I am so blessed with you” she looks so happy, moving away from Reign to sit down “so what exactly has happened to the home?” my dad asked, I didn’t really get to explain to him “well it got robbed, the police say it is an inside job. Maurice is busy so he can’t come right now so he is in New York, he told me not to worry. He will be moving, he won’t let us stay there but you know” I sighed out shrugging “I just feel like it’s a lot, my daughter is in that home, she means everything to me and I felt helpless, because if I was in that home, I would be scared” my dad doesn’t look impressed.

My dad placed Reign on his lap, facing the TV “don’t you think that is a bad thing? I mean even now, he is not actively here in the city. You will be in that home alone Robyn, he has people that dislike him and he can’t even be around for you. Don’t you think that is a cause for concern for the both of you? You’re my daughter and I am concerned that he is not around enough for you, he is a business man and business men travel” he is not wrong “then what do you suppose I do huh? You just answered the question, he is a business man. Honestly dad, I want to be in my own home, I don’t want to be here, I feel it’s a conflict of interest because you feel Maurice is doing a bad job when he’s not. He’s doing his best, if I wanted and I had no job here I would have moved to him in New Yok but I would like him home more, I cried when he left because I love him so much. I know his home is New York, and come to think of it. He never really had anything in that home, it’s weird that I never realised it but I have now. He had a few clothes, chains. A car but it was like he had nothing he bought with him, I just think he never really moved, you know? I didn’t think that until now. He emptied out his home with Noami but the things he had there, I don’t think he had anything there. I feel he had his things in Texas still, everything was just me and mine, Reign’ too but he never made his home. It was where he laid his head when he came, I don’t know why I am telling you” I am so dumb “you’re thinking out loud, that is fine but Robyn. You answered your own question too. He lives in New York, a man that is not going to be in one place at a long period of time is not going to make it his own, where does he stay in New York?” I paused thinking “uhm, his hotel. Penthouse suite, even there it’s just a hotel room. His things are in Texas” they have to be, he had cars there. Those cars we had, he bought new.

I need a drink, I am glad Leon has taken me to a bar because a bitch needs it. I am just thinking things, not a bad things but if I look at the bigger picture where the fuck is he based at “you look miserable with a god tan” Leon said, I had to laugh “thanks” I grinned, it’s a thing where if I move for him will it be a case I see him less or more but I think it will be more because he is more in New York, always New York and I could get a job there but I hate it there or like his dad said, move it here in California but I have a feeling the quicker option will be me moving “you think I will be suited in New York?” I asked Leon “no” he is so damn blunt “that place is not it, why?” he asked, but he is not wrong I won’t be suited there “I want to be closer to Maurice” that is it “I think you need to just not be so quick to jump, he didn’t ask you to move did he?” shaking my head “I feel like, maybe I should move for him. I feel like Maurice never really moved with me, he came there to me and his daughter but making it his home. He left it to me, got his designer friend to do it and left. He got some clothes there, he bought cars. He has cars in Texas. He closed home with Naomi but those things never really came to California. I remember he said he would have them here, it didn’t come. New cars arrived instead, some clothes, new ones but I didn��t pay attention, it’s me I was excited. Maybe I should pay attention to him more, move to him. Maybe he wants to stay there and not speaking on it, his dad seemed to want to push him towards that” I have a lot to think about.

I stifled out a yawn, I am tired as hell. When I arrived at New York I just went to New Jersey and checked on the estate and then I didn’t really sleep so I am tired “you not sleeping again?” Ally asked “you know me, but anyways. I want you to take notes, everything being said with the business, the divorce. Please write it down” the elevator pinged, I am glad I don’t need to be making an effort in walking anywhere, I am just going to the meeting room in my hotel. The doors opened and I stepped off “erm, Maurice. By the way” Ally said behind me, I am walking way ahead of her, she is lagging behind “Naomi is here” I stopped abruptly turning to her “what?” I said in shock “well your dad told me to not say but they are trying to not go court over this, trying to come to an agreement with you both. Not my fault!” Ally spat, turning around as I walked off. So my dad couldn’t just tell me that my fucking wife is here, I haven’t even told Robyn that either. It does seem like my dad has a plan, I find it odd to be hones that he is doing this. Wade is here though so we shall see, if Malik is here he is being dragged out.

Noami and I just stared at each other through the glass as I walked down to the door, she hates me now and I hate her. Pushing the door open “it’s different seeing you with clothes on this time” I said as soon as I walked into the room “Ally, privacy please” I want the glass to be shaded to black so nobody can see “Wade” I said as I got my hand out to him “Maurice” he shook my hand “this is comfy, don’t you think” sitting next to Wade “this is Kelly, Naomi’ lawyer” Wade said, sitting back in the seat “lawyered up?” looking over at Naomi “you want something?” I don’t understand what she want “can you not speak to my client, Wade if you can” this is a bitch, my dad is here but he is not saying a word “just keep quiet” Wade said to me, she is such a bitch honestly “it’s laughable, just divorce me and go, it is that simple right?” Wade didn’t say anything at all.

The bitches have been whispering “my client has been through emotional distress, the settlement put through was not enough for what she has been through” Kelly said and I had to laugh “Oh no, that is wrong. She signed paperwork wanting us to remain married still to get at her father, she signed it and broke it off. So it’s her loss” Noami is funny “it was made clear what we wanted from Naomi, she couldn’t provide and lied so I would rather she admit the wrongs and move on, don’t take it to court because honestly she will be the one to lose out. The agreement is a baby, bring the family together” my dad spoke up “Mr Davenport, do you really want to go to court, for this to be put out there that you wanted a baby machine? That you threw this poor girl once you heard she couldn’t have a baby, would you really want that? The Davenport name to be dragged through dirt, oh I have seen the contract and it’s disgusting. Naomi had no choice but to marry Maurice, her father’ choice but Maurice has never support her in this. I mean, so what if it isn’t truth but there is plenty of women to see it that way, so why don’t you offer my client what she wants?” this woman is a bitch “Kelly, if go to section 5 of the form she made. She has stated she knew that she couldn’t have kids, if we pull up her files it was there. She signed these papers when she wanted to keep her marriage to Maurice. I also have her medical records, stated the year she found out. And it was way before the marriage, yes Marquis made a contract for what they wanted but she is a liar, she knew” Wade threw the paper to Kelly “see you in court” Kelly got up from the seat “Naomi, you are fucking yourself over more than me!” I half shouted.

This shit is so dumb “so now what?” I looked at my dad “I wanted to test the waters, it’s ok son. I am not worried at all, she is trying to get at for emotional distress, you will get the divorce. We have all the proof, she is scaring you. Wait on it, it won’t go far. I just needed to see how she was, if she was going to fight it and I see, she won’t with the divorce but she wants money from you” my dad be so calm at times “you got her medical record?” I questioned “yes, I know a person that knows a person Maurice” Wade smiled at me “we are ok, I am not worried. They will try with the negative headlines” Naomi is so stupid, why is she even doing this. Maybe she wants some sort of fame “Maurice, before you start the next meeting with your dad. Tina is wanting to meet you at the club tonight, she has the VIP section” Ally said, I groaned out “a club? Why?” that woman never stops “she said see you there” rolling my eyes, now I will need to say it to Robyn because if I don’t she will be moody with me. Getting my phone out from my pocket “thanks” I said to Ally, unlocking my phone and tapping on Robyn’ name “I won’t be long, then we can move on” I said to my dad, placing my phone against my ear “hey” Robyn picked the phone up, sounds busy “hey, just a quick call. Are you out?” I asked, didn’t know she was “yeah, just a few drinks with Leon. I know, early drinking. Aren’t you in the meeting now?” she remembers “I am, just needed to ask or make you aware that I need, well I have been invited to go to the club with Tina for a meeting, she is a big client of mine. She spends a lot of money with us” did I word it right “ok then, uh yeah. Ok, well I need I need to go, Leon is coming back” is that a good thing “ok, speak soon. I need to get to my meeting” Robyn disconnected the call first, looking around me and Ally gave me a awkward smile “did I do good?” I asked “would you like me to send her flowers? When a lady is calm like that, it’s not good” Ally said “let me book that in for you” Ally said, but Robyn said ok, that is a good thing.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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dippedanddripped · 4 years ago

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Watching Aminé’s “Caroline” music video can evoke vivid high school memories of the days when a freshly minted driver’s license conferred upon its holder the freedom to meet up with friends and do anything — or nothing. The video, like the song, is bubbly and carefree; it documents Aminé and his friends riding around town in a Honda Sedan stocked to the gills with bananas, lounging around in the grass, and watching each other play video games. In that 2016 summer of #BlackBoyJoy in hip-hop (when Chance the Rapper, Lil Yachty, D.R.A.M., Anderson .Paak, Rae Sremmurd, MadeinTYO, and Desiigner also flourished), “Caroline” went quadruple-platinum and helped make Aminé the first rapper ever from Portland, Oregon to become a national star.

The video for “Shimmy,” the lead single from Aminé’s forthcoming album Limbo, is a collage of Portland-specific flexes, a tribute to how far he’s come. He cheeses for the cameras while flanked by a phalanx of lawyers and dances midfield at Providence Park. He stands, perhaps symbolically, on the roof of Mike’s Drive-In (the burger joint where “Caroline” was shot) and trades the Honda for a speedboat zooming up the Willamette River.

Just as importantly, “Shimmy” is a subtle homage to the heavily gentrified areas of northeast Portland, where Aminé — born Adam Daniel to Ethiopian and Eritrean immigrants — grew up. In the video, he meets up with other members of the Portland rap scene plus Yosief Berhe and Jonathan Ressom, his two friends who co-star in all of his videos, to bike en masse down NE Alberta Street. He stops by Kee’s, a popular soul food truck, and heads to Woodlawn Park, his old stomping grounds located a few blocks from his childhood home.

“Woodlawn is the neighborhood that I grew up in,” he tells Highsnobiety over Zoom. “It used to be very much a part of the Black community. It’s kind of turned into a hipster park now, but it’s definitely the first place I got jumped. The first place I had my first fight in. Woodlawn represents a lot of good memories for me and my friends. Like our innocent adolescence.”

Rapid gentrification continues to gut Portland’s Black community, which accounts for less than six percent of the city’s total population. Aminé alluded to the transformation of Woodlawn on his 2017 song “Turf”: “Flipping through my past like I used to flip the phone / They kicking out the Blacks and all the houses getting clones.”

“The gentrification is insane,” he says. “I used to have only Black neighbors. And now my parents only live next to white people. The only reason my parents are still on that block is because, you know, I pay for everything. But it’s not the same for a lot of Black people in Portland.”

His friends Yosief and Jonathan echo this sentiment during a phone interview: “You’re getting chains of dispensaries on the same corners where police would try to nail people for weed,” Jonathan says. “I can go in there, and it’s gonna be a girl in a skirt giving me a dub. Meanwhile, no lie, like six, seven years ago, homies getting locked up doing the same shit on that same corner.”

“People in Portland sometimes have the right intentions,” Yosief adds. “But it really irks my nerves when I go down Mississippi or Albina or through historically Black neighborhoods, and it’s 85 percent white. All the houses have Black Lives Matter signs on the lawn but displaced a bunch of Black families to be there. It’s unfortunate.”

Limbo arrives four years into Aminé’s tenure as a major-label rapper, at a point where he’s established himself, but is still unsure of where to go or how to proceed with his career. “The title came from where I’m at in my life,” he explains. “There are two meanings behind it. I feel like I grew up thinking that once I achieved one level, the next level would be easier to achieve. But as I’ve grown, I’ve come to realize that with every level that I achieve, every level gets harder, just like the game of limbo. It just doesn’t seem to change for me, and it’s honestly made me feel like I’m completely in limbo. I thought the older I get, the wiser I’d get. But I’m figuring it out.”

Bittersweet nostalgia for high school and college years has been a recurring theme in Aminé’s music. In this sense, Limbo picks up where his 2017 debut album Good For You left off. Co-executive produced by Aminé and “Caroline” producer Pasque, it features one song that is entirely dedicated to Woodlawn Park, another to Aminé’s mother. Other songs, including his recent release “RiRi,” wistfully revisit past romances that sputtered. That era, which saw the first, fitful yawns of Aminé’s music career, is fertile terrain for storytelling. “I miss being naïve. I miss hoping, not knowing what your future was looking like,” he told Pigeons & Planes earlier this year. “Just being in your room in college, broke as hell.”

Aminé’s rap career began in the booth of Benson High’s radio broadcasting program, where he and his friends once rapped over Flockaveli beats. “Then we actually realized that Adam was pretty good,” Yosief tells us. He spent summers in New York, working youth camps in the Bronx and holding down internships at Complex and Def Jam — staying with his aunt in Harlem, eating plain leftover rice out of her fridge when food money inevitably got low. After high school, he started putting out mixtapes into a localized scene that Pasque describes as “stuck in the golden age.” Casual co-signs from Damian Lillard (who came to a show) and Kaytranada (who sent free beats) were good omens that also helped him stand out. All the while, he matriculated at Portland State University and lived at home with his parents. PSU is where he met Pasque, and where they made “Caroline.”

“We found out about this classroom inside of the music building that was always left unlocked,” Pasque says. “We had a schedule. I would go to work, and then after I clocked out, I would go immediately to school and work on music all night, basically. And it was like that for about five or six months. And then, eventually, it got to the point where we had a good amount of music, and our manager, Justin, was like, ‘You guys gotta put something out.’ We decided to put out ‘Caroline.’ And after that, it was no looking back.”

“I remember him putting out these little mixtapes, trying to get stuff retweeted, putting freaking fliers on corners, and [getting help from] all our friends in Portland,” Yosief says. “The slow grind. I remember Adam was trending [on Twitter] just in Portland, and it was like a big-ass deal. I remember him having like 1,000, 2,000 views on SoundCloud, to him going like, ‘Hey, this song got two million plays on Spotify, we’re about to make a music video for it.’ All of us still broke.”

Weeks after “Caroline” came out and started racking up gaudy streaming numbers, Vevo offered to fly Aminé out to New York to record a video performance of the single. He was in his senior year, and the video shoot conflicted with a finance final, but he decided to go anyways.

“I literally was told that if I failed this final, I would fail the class. So, I was like, ‘I don’t give a fuck.’ I just didn’t care,” he says. “I hated college. I knew it wasn’t for me, but I still kept doing it because I have strict African parents that I lived with. There was no other alternative for me to live under [their roof] without going to school.”

Aminé’s affable, low-key charm and new deal with Republic Records facilitated his smooth entry into the mainstream. The summer after “Caroline” blew up, Malia Obama requested to meet him after his set at Lollapalooza, and Young Thug called him a “young legend” backstage at a European music festival. “I didn’t even know if [Thug] knew who I was,” he says. He relocated to Los Angeles, where he has lived a charmed life, ensconced in a network of the city’s coolest, smartest, and most famous young artists. Late last year, Issa Rae — who co-starred in his 2017 “Spice Girl” video — asked him to guest star in Insecure as a dumb guy named Darnell. “I moved to LA just because, like, half of the features I get are just because me and the homies are in the studio,” Aminé explains. “Like, I can text Vince [Staples] and he’ll pull up to the studio. Money can’t buy timing. That’s pretty much the only reason I’m here.”

Still, to a great extent, Aminé strives for anonymity rather than celebrity. “When people want to go to, like, 1 OAK, or the club, I’d rather just go to a small bar with a couple of my good friends and chill,” he says. He adds that “normal things” have helped him stay sane during quarantine — like meeting friends in the park with food, or his morning ritual of smoking a joint and walking his 11-month-old goldendoodle Oliver.

This aversion to the limelight extends to his relationship with Portland, where he is something of a modern cultural icon. He doesn’t go out to restaurants with his parents anymore, for the sake of their privacy. He expresses his hope that he could signal boost Portland’s Black businesses and the city’s overall profile in the music industry, rather than don the cape of Captain Portland: “I’m just such an indoor person, and I don’t love that kind of pressure on me. Like, I was never really prepared for this type of career.”

Aminé intends to eventually build a massive compound in Portland, with a studio and acres of land. It’s likely to happen one day — just don’t hold him to it. Public expectations can be dangerous. “The main thing to take away from [this album] is, I’m still just a guy figuring it out,” he says. “I don’t have the answers. And I don’t want fans to look at me for every answer. I’m just a guy, literally. I’m just in limbo.”

Limbo is out August 7 via Republic. Pre-order the record here.

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kee-writestrashh · 5 years ago

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Soot & Healing Salve (part 2)

Charlie Weasley x Reader

warnings: none

words: 1352

summary: Charlie managed to finally get reader out for a lunch date, after weeks of trying to gain her attention by purposefully getting hurt while working with the dragons. After that, well, as people like to say ‘the rest was history’. *part 2 of 3*

part 1

“I can’t believe I have to miss it.” You pouted, handing Adam ingredients for the potion he was brewing.

“That’s the life of a mediwizard. I can’t tell you the last time I was off for the fun stuff. Tickets are damn near impossible to get a hold of anymore anyways.” Adam shrugged, flicking his wand slightly to turn down the radio a bit, after the World Cup commercial.

“Charlie is going and I’m stuck here.” You sighed, pulling out a clipboard, parchment, and your quill to check inventory for the order at the end of the week.

“I’ll bring you back something.” Charlie said, stepping into the medical tent. “You’ll be supporting Ireland then?”

“I’m from Boston, you bet your arse I’ll be supporting Ireland!” You said, leaning in slightly to let Charlie place a kiss to your cheek.

“While this dummy has hearts in her eyes, I should let you know, Commander approved us for the Triwizard emergency team.” Adam said, only slightly rolling his eyes at your flushed face and goofy grin.

“Oh yeah! That’s right! We turned in our paper work this morning!” You gasped, almost jumping up and down in excitement. “Hogwarts! Can you believe it?” You added, excitement evident.

“Wow! That’s great you guys!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a small shake.

“I know!” You cried dramatically, mock fainting into Charlie.

“Alright love birds, take it somewhere else. This is a professional tent.” Adam chuckled, prodding the flame under his cauldron with his wand to turn up the heat slightly.

You ducked out of the tent with Charlie and walked with him to the apperation point, shoulders falling slightly as he turned to give you a hug. Still extremely bummed that you had to miss the World Cup. It hadn’t been hosted in the United States since you were a young child. You returned the hug, letting go slowly and taking a step back.

“have fun and be safe!” You smiled, placing a kiss to Charlie’s cheek.

“Me unsafe? You must have me for the wrong person. I would never dream of being unsafe!” Charlie said in mock horror.

You snorted, “Yeah, okay, Dragon Soot.”

You both shared a laugh before he took a few steps back and gave you a small wave and wink before turning on the spot and vanishing.

You had to admit, life was pretty quiet around without Charlie. Or maybe it was just that things were seeming to calm down now that dragon mating season was coming to a close. Regardless, you were glad to be able to catch your breath and relax.

Adam entered station and handed you a butterbeer. You popped the top, placed your feet up on the table and flicked your wand at the wireless, already tuned to the Wizarding Sports Station.

“Butterbeer in America is different. Almost like it’s sweeter or something. This is much more subtle.” You said through a yawn, seeing the new shift partners come in. You gave them cheery waves leaned back into the squashy armchair, closing your eyes lightly.

Those few catnap moments were the only moments that were quiet over the next few days as everyone around was preparing for the World Cup. The wireless blasting nonstop from every medical and supply tent.

Tonight was the night. Ireland versus Bulgaria. The wireless DJs talking nonstop about both teams. But no one seemed to get more attention than the Bulgarian seeker, Victor Krum. You had the articles about him in every tabloid magazine and Quiditch Today did a special five page article on him three days ago. If only you could have been able to watch him in action with your own eyes.

The anticipation had everyone on edge as the hours drew nearer to game time. Once the World Cup had started however, you lost track of almost everything. The next morning Chris told you that at one point you were standing on the table with an Ireland flag caped around your shoulders, slinging fire whiskey and singing at the top of your lungs.

You groaned at the pounding headache as you slid your uniform robe on the next morning. “I feel like Ireland this morning.”

Adam laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “You don’t look like it though. The phrase ‘when Irish eyes are smiling’ is not sitting well with you. I’ll get you something for the hangover.”

The potion was much needed. A bit unorthodox to use a pepper up potion for a hangover, but that coupled with a big breakfast helped get you back on your feet within the hour. Which was a good thing too, because it was back to the usual grind. Charlie would be back soon, and you couldn’t wait for a play by play analysis from him.

But, there was hardly time to hear from him when he came back. The dragons were as moody as ever. At least the females were as time came for them to become broody and get ready to have their eggs.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Charlie crooning over the lovely ‘mommy’s to be’ as he so delicately put it. But his need to the dragons took away his time from you. Even free time was spent with the dragons. It would be time soon to transport them, and you had never met less willing cargo.

It had taken weeks to finally round up all the dragons and their nests. Constant stunning spells and burn salve to all of those involved in the Triwizard transport team.

“Well, we’re all packed and ready to leave first thing in the morning.” Charlie said, taking a heavy seat beside you and giving an even heavier sigh.

“You look plain exhausted.” You said gently, looking up from the paper work you had been filling out. The accident reports had swamped you in the last 48 hours as the last of the dragons were safely stunned and put in their crates. A few last minute preparations had to happen as eggs were counted, tagged, and put away safely.

“I could use a long nap. Maybe they can stun me next.” Charlie chuckled on a sigh, removing his thick dragon hide gloves and dropping them on your table.

“We leave first thing in the morning. A couple rooms booked for us in Hogsmeade. I’m excited to see it.” You said, dipping your quill back into the ink well.

“Oh you’ll love it. The Three Broomsticks has amazing food and handcrafted mead. The shops are always fun, especially Honeydukes. Can’t find a better sweets shop anywhere. And if we get the time, maybe I’ll take you to see the Shrieking Shack. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t show you the most haunted building in Britain.”

“Your sense of a date can never simply be dinner and a play can it?” You giggled scratching out your signature on the last report.

“If you didn’t like adventure, you wouldn’t be here.” Charlie countered.

“You caught me.” You laughed, standing from your seat and giving a small groan and stretching. You hadn’t stood in hours. You placed you hands on either side of Charlie’s chair and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I also wouldn’t date men who spend more time with dragons than their significant other either.”

“Date men, huh? In the plural sense? How many other dragonologists are you seeing?” He chuckled, eyeing you suspiciously.

“How many dragons are you seeing?” You quipped back with a wide grin. Your grin only growing wider when he opened his mouth to argue, but no words left him. A small laugh, nudging his shoulder and shaking your head. “Dragonoligist. Like anyone says that. Feeling insecure are you?”

“You have to admit. It has a nice ring.” He said with an innocent shrug.

“Alright then, Mr. Dragon.” You huffed in amusement, leaning closer toward him and catching his lips in a kiss. “You should get some sleep then. Think of all the lovely dragon ladies who would be disappointed in you if you were not on form tomorrow for them.”

tagging: @eldritchscreech

**I have decided to break this up into 3 parts. the next part will be Charlie and Reader visiting all of his old haunts when he was at school, and possibly a more in depth progression of the relationship....???? maybe??? ;) we shall just have to wait and see!**

as always; requests are open. For all your HP needs and wants. *kisses*

-kee

#kee_writestrashh #soot & healing salve #part 2 #soot and healing salve #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley imagine #HP FIC #harry potter fanfiction #pre triwizard tournament #wizarding world #charlie weasley #AO3 fanfic #part 2 of 3

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daringyounggrayson · 6 years ago

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Warning: This fic deals with intrusive thoughts and anxiety

Bruce is starting to realize that he might have a bit of a problem.

He’s lying in bed a few hours after patrol, hoping that he might fall asleep and get a couple of hours before his alarm goes off and he has to leave for work. This bit isn’t the problem, this part is all too normal. Then the anxious thoughts start pouring in. Mistakes he made on patrol, calls he made that might’ve been wrong (had there really only been four guys, or did the fifth get away? Was that noise he heard really just a car alarm that meant nothing, or had it been a victim trying to get his attention, had it actually been a scream?) This, while not uncommon, is still normal for him. These, he thinks, come with the job. (They come from trauma, from that pesky little thing called mental health that he seems to be lacking too many nights.)

The actual problem is when these thoughts force him into acting. He can’t lie there with them, he needs to move and act and check. Because if he doesn’t, they don’t stop and his brain is just screaming at him that something is wrong and he needs to get up. Right. Now. He needs to check or else it’s true and he just can’t be bothered to do something.

Dick got hurt on patrol tonight. A jagged knife had slashed across his stomach and went right through the kevlar, though Alfred had assured him that it didn’t go past the muscle. It was bloody and messy, but a few stitches and some oral painkillers later, Dick was good as new and put to bed. He’s safe. He’s fine. Bruce knows that. But.

But what if the wound is infected? Even though the wound was disinfected, Dick could still get an infection. That happens sometimes, hell, it’s happened to Dick before. He could be showing signs right now. And what if he picked up something deadly? Gotham streets aren’t exactly clean, and Bruce doesn’t trust the crooks they fight to clean their weapons before going on a stabbing spree. He needs to check the wound for redness and warmth. He needs to check Dick for fever and glassy eyes. He needs to know how he’s feeling. He needs to get up and check.

Except, Dick is probably fine—is fine—Bruce tells himself. They’ll check the wound regularly, as is protocol, and Dick will be fine. Even if there is an infection, he’ll be just fine.

But what if the stitches were pulled? It’s happened before, to both of them. They just move a little too much, too fast, too hard, and Dick is always moving. He’s never still. The stitches could’ve broken and he could be bleeding out. He could be soaked in blood, and he lost too much too fast that he can’t call for help because he passed out. Maybe he tried to get up, and now he’s lying on the floor with a bashed skull, bleeding from two too many spots. Bruce needs to go find him. He needs to check.

Except, that scenario is incredibly unrealistic. Even if Dick did get up and fell, he wouldn’t have cracked his skull. And he wouldn’t have undone his stitches in his sleep, no matter how much even he moves around. And if the stitches did break, he wouldn’t have bled out that fast. He would’ve been able to call for help. He would’ve woken up, noticed the bleeding, groaned, and then gone to get Bruce. Alfred would’ve re-stitched the wound and Dick would’ve been fine.

But what if there was internal bleeding? No wetness to wake Dick up, and right now the painkillers are keeping him asleep and preventing him from feeling it. It’s been hours since Dick went to bed, he could be in organ failure right now. Bruce would have no way of knowing. This kind of thing almost always results in death if it’s not treated right away, and it’s been hours. Dick could be dead. His son, his little boy, could be dead. He needs to check.

He’s out of bed before he can even finish the thought, before he can think to calm the anxiety. All he sees is an image of Dick, limp and cold with blue lips as he lies lifeless on his bed. Too late, too far gone, to be saved because Bruce didn’t listen to his gut. Why didn’t he check on him? Why didn’t he make sure he was okay? Why didn’t he—

Bruce flings the door open in such a panic that it causes Dick’s body (body, not corpse, body) to jerk in the bed. Bruce goes to him, the reaction not enough to reassure him that Dick is alive. He checks for a pulse, which is there and normal—thank god.

“Bruce?” Dick’s voice is tired, a little cranky from being woken up so suddenly and after so little sleep. But this was important, Bruce had to know. He turns on the lamp. “What’s going on?”

He’s trying t push himself up, but Bruce isn’t letting him. “I just needed to check on your stitches, chum,” Bruce tells him calmly, pushing the hair away from the boy’s eyes.

“They’re fine,” Dick assures, trying not to whine. He yawns and tries to relax against the pillows. “You already checked them after Alfred finished. Remember?” His voice is calm and reassuring, like he thinks Bruce is losing it. If he was paying enough attention, it might make Bruce angry. But he has more important things to focus on. Important things to fix.

Bruce already has Dick’s shirt pushed up to his chest and he’s peeling the gauze off as he says, “Yes, but I just want to be sure you’re not showing signs of infection.”

“Are you okay?” Dick asks. Bruce doesn’t answer, so Dick places his little hand (not cold, warm with life) on top of Bruce’s. “Bruce? You’re scaring me a little. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

The skin on Dick’s abdomen doesn’t show signs of infection. He touches it and it’s not abnormally warm. Dick is fine. He pushes the gauze back down, gently pressing the edges with his fingers until it sticks again. “Everything’s okay, kiddo.” He lifts his hand to feel Dick’s forehead. No fever. Everything’s fine. “Get some rest.”

Dick is looking at him with concern and suspicion, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “You too B.”

“Hn.” Bruce tucks Dick in and then flicks the light off. He leaves the room, keeping the door open.

“Night,” Dick calls.

“Night.”

He walks back to his room feeling strange, almost dizzy. He’s relieved that Dick is okay, but he’s also starting to feel a little ridiculous for giving into his anxiety. Logically, he knew Dick was fine, but he didn’t feel like he was and he had to make sure. And then there was the way Dick looked at him . . .

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep after all. He looks at the pill bottle on his nightstand; they’re sleeping pills, but after looking at the clock, he decides against them. It wouldn’t matter much. Just a waste of medicine at this point.

He could go downstairs to the gym; a hard work out sometimes helps when he’s feeling anxious like this. Or he could go work on a case. Or check the news, go over the papers for the meeting he has in a few hours, maybe—

Wait. When he checked on Dick, was the skin actually a normal temperature? Did he check for temperature, or just for redness and hardness? Did he check for hardness at all? Now that he thinks about it, he didn’t even wash his hands before touching the area. Sure, in the moment, his priority was to make sure that Dick was still alive, but it had been careless all the same. Dick was at a higher risk for infection now, and he didn’t even bother to pay attention to the warmth of the wound area. He needs to go back and check.

Except that he’s pretty sure he did and that it was fine. And when he was talking to Dick, he seemed normal. A little off, but that was only in reaction to Bruce. Right?

He’s wringing his hands, noticing that they’re a little warm. And that means that maybe if Dick’s skin had been warm, it could’ve felt normal to Bruce. He needs to go check again. He needs to check.

Except that this is just anxiety, and if he gives in it will just get worse. Giving into these thoughts only provides short term relief, followed by an increase in anxiety. That’s what’s happening now. He should do a breathing exercise, he should distract himself, he should—

Check on Dick. (He’s fine.) Check on Dick. (He’s fine.) Check on Dick! Check on Dick!

He’s racing down the hall again, this time making a stop in the bathroom to wash his hands. He keeps the door open so he won’t have to touch the knob again once his hands are clean. He gets his hands wet and applies a generous amount of soap, counts to sixty as he lathers it on, then rinses before applying more soap and repeating the process. He dries his hands and grabs the medical kit from the cabinet. Then leaves the bathroom, turning the light off with his elbow as he goes.

When he gets into Dick’s room, he turns on the overhead light with the hand holding the kit, then makes his way to the bed where Dick is already groaning and blinking at the sudden brightness.

“Come on, I’m trying to sleep,” Dick whines, shoving the pillow over his face. “I have school tomorrow.”

Dick should probably stay home tomorrow—today, now. He doesn’t want him walking around, putting unnecessary stress on the wound. He should rest, he should stay where people can watch him closely. Bruce should cancel his meeting.

“It will be quick,” Bruce promises, pulling Dick’s shirt up with the hand that had been holding the first aid kit.

“You just checked it,” Dick says, pulling the pillow off of his face. “I’m fine.” He tries to push Bruce’s hand away and pull his shirt back down. Bruce doesn’t budge. “Maybe I should get Alfred.”

Bruce takes Dick’s hands and forces them back down onto the mattress. “Stay still. I just need to clean the wound and make sure it’s alright.”

“Bruce,” Dick’s wavery voice sounds a little distant as Bruce pulls back the gauze.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Bruce tells him, “just let me check.”

He can feel Dick’s eyes on him as he takes out an alcohol wipe and starts to clean his hands again. In the corner of Bruce’s eye, he can see that Dick’s biting his lip, too. He’s scared. But Bruce will keep him safe.

“It’s a little red,” Bruce says when he looks back down at the skin. It’s not red right next to the stitches, though. But sometimes that happens.

“It’s just agitated from the adhesive that keeps being ripped off,” Dick argues. “It’s fine—promise.”

Dick is probably right, but they’ll need to keep an eye on it. He’ll need to keep an eye on it. Bruce feels around with his clean fingers. It’s not hard, and it still doesn’t feel warm, even with his hands still slightly cool from when he washed them. “Hn.”

Dick is fine, and now that the thoughts have stopped screwing at him, he’s realizing that he didn’t actually need to re-check this. Dick would’ve been fine.

Still, he re-cleans the wound and changes out the bandaging.

“All better,” Bruce says, more to himself than to Dick, though. It gives him the same feeling as when he was little and would scrape his knee; all he needed to feel better was the magical healing properties that only a Band-Aid could provide.

He tugs Dick’s shirt back down and closes the first aid kit. Dick is staring at him, jaw clenched tight and looking like he’s afraid to move.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Bruce starts. “I just needed to check that you weren’t showing signs of infection.”

“I know,” Dick says like he understands.

Bruce throws out the old gauze and used alcohol pads. “Get some rest, chum.” Bruce lets his fingers tug gently at Dick’s hair.

“Yeah,” Dick says, eyes never leaving him.

Bruce sets the first aid kit on Dick’s nightstand, then turns off the light and leaves the bedroom. He leaves the door open again, but a “Night.” doesn’t echo from the room like last time. But he doesn’t need one, so he heads back to his room to find something to distract himself with until Alfred wakes up.

He stops when he hears quiet footsteps moving down the hall behind him.

“Where are you going Dick?” Bruce asks, turning around. “You shouldn’t be moving around so much just yet.”

“It’s alright, Bruce,” Dick says without bothering to turn around or even pause. “I just need to ask Alfred something.”

The feelings of calm and relief are already wearing off to be replaced by feelings of embarrassment and a lack of self-control. Why can’t he control this? Why does he have to freak Dick out? He could’ve left him alone and everything would have been fine. Everything could’ve been fine. Why does he always screw everything up?

“Damn it, Dick, wait.” But Dick’s pace is picking up and he refuses to answer Bruce. Bruce follows him anyway, but he doesn’t chase after him. Dick really could pull his stitches, and Bruce isn’t going to be the cause. He’s done enough.

“Alfred,” Dick is calling when he’s a few yards from the bedroom. He keeps calling, and he lets himself into Alfred’s room without knocking, a telling sign of how freaked he actually is.

Bruce stops and waits in the hall, not wanting to walk any closer. Instead, he leans against the wall and slides down to the floor, putting his head in his hands.

The man must have already been up and at the door when Dick opens it because Bruce hears him stumble back a little. That, and the light that floods into the hall when the door swings open.

“What is it, Master Dick?” Alfred asks, and Dick steps deeper inside the room, probably by Alfred’s encouragement. “Are you feeling alright.”

“I’m fine, but Bruce needs you,” Dick tells him, and the concern in his voice is now unhidden fear.

“What’s wrong with Master Bruce?” Alfred asks, voice serious and even.

It’s quiet, but Bruce can still make it out. “He’s acting kind of weird. He woke me up twice to check on my stitches even though I told him I was fine. I don’t know what to do.”

“You did the right thing by getting me,” Alfred tells him, and Bruce feels guilty. “Now, lie down here. You look a little pale.”

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Of course he is. I’ll take care of it, you just rest.”

The light shuts off and Alfred appears in the hallway. He closes the door behind him and walks toward Bruce. Sunlight is peeking through the window, but it’s still dark.

Bruce looks up at Alfred, and Alfred tilts his head and sighs a little.

“I scared him, Alfred,” Bruce says.

“He’s a tough lad; he’ll be alright,” Alfred promises. “Now come with me.” Alfred helps Bruce up and then puts his hand on Bruce’s back to guide him forward. “We’ll have some tea and a little chat.”

Bruce nods and moves his feet.

“Everything is going to be alright, Master Bruce, you’ll see. I’ll make sure of that.”

And if Alfred says it, it has to be true. So he goes to the kitchen and Alfred has him drink tea and they talk for a long time. Alfred has always been able to calm him down and make him see sense, ever since he was little. He feels better and suddenly the world—his world—isn’t going to end tonight.

But he still has a problem, and maybe it’s time he gets a little help.

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #intrusive thoughts #i don't know where this came from but here it is #elizabeth writes

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miss-pearlescent · 6 years ago

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Search Through the Universe (3/6)

Rating: M

Read Chapter 1 here

He was leaving? Already?

You set the bowl of raw cookie dough on the counter and followed him to the living room where his spaceship sat. He was inside, but the door was still open so you peered in.

It was small in there, with one seat and many screens. “Are you leaving?” you asked, trying not to sound sad about it.

You had given him some cookie dough and he seemed to enjoy it enough to share his name with you. You tried to do the same, but it seemed he thought your name was now Cookie.

But then Kai was climbing out, and you took a step back. He had a small pouch in his hands and he rummaged through that before pulling out a little microchip and a tool that looked like a hi-tech Q-tip.

His hands rested on your shoulders as he turned you to face the dark window and you could see him putting the Q-tip and microchip together in the reflection.

“What are you doing?” you asked warily.

Kai leaned in and put one arm around your waist, keeping your arms clasped at your sides. He whispered something low into your ear and you leaned away to try and see what he was saying.

But he pulled you close, whispering the same words again, and holding you still.

Okay, he was definitely going to do something with that mighty Q-tip.

Suddenly your knees buckled and you gasped as a shiver ran down your spine. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped your lips as something touched your inner ear and your hands gripped onto Kai’s arm to hold yourself steady.

You heard a chuckle. “I guess you’re one of the lucky ones that find it pleasurable,” a smooth voice drifted into your ear.

“What?” You whipped your head to the side and found Kai with a smile tugging at his lips. “What did you just say?”

“I said most people find the translator chip insertion painful, but there are some that get immense pleasure from it. You seem to be one of the lucky ones.” His hold on you loosened a little bit. “You okay, Koo-kee?”

You stepped away and rubbed your warm cheeks before clearing your throat. “My name isn’t Cookie.”

“It isn’t?”

“No.” You looked up and saw that his expression had completely changed. You might as well have kicked a puppy with what you had just said. “But it’s all right. You can call me Cookie.”

He still looked a bit wounded, but he tested the sound on his lips. “Cookie.”

“There,” you gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Like a natural.”

He seemed to enjoy the praise, but you were still reeling from that eargasm earlier.

Jeez, you could not believe you had had a legitimate eargasm.

You cleared your throat again. “Now that we can understand each other, I have a lot of questions for you.”

Kai suddenly put on a serious face and took a seat on the couch. “And I you.”

“Good.” You took a seat and clasped your hands in your lap. “So are you an alien?”

There it was. You needed to know if you needed to call up Area 51.

He seemed to find the question funny. “I can ask you the same thing.”

“You’re the one that had a crash landing on Earth, my planet!”

He shrugged. “I guess I can say I’m not from Earth. But your people have yet to discover my planet.”

Well, that opened up another thousand questions. “So why do you look human?”

“What do you mean?”

You pointed at his hair. “You have regular black hair. You have two eyes and a nose. No horns, no fangs, no extra appendages.” Or none that you noticed while you were cleaning him up earlier.

“This is how your human eyes and brain interpret me. It is not far from my true form, but your brain would not be able to compute it so this is a simpler form.”

Your lips parted in surprised. “Wow... Well, if you ever consider staying on Earth, you might want to look into being a model,” you teased. He was handsome, that’s for sure.

“A model citizen?” he asked earnestly.

You choked on a laugh. “Sure.”

“So will you help me?”

You sat back and crossed your arms. “Help you?”

“I doubt you were the one to shoot down my ship, so will you help me find the one who did?”

Oh man, how did you get yourself into an intergalactic space chase?

“I... I can try. If your spaceship carries the right data, I can access it and try to figure something out.” You looked over at the metal spaceship in your living room. “I can’t promise anything though.” You sifted through data for hours and hours as a career. Surely, this couldn’t be too different.

He took your fingers and pressed his forehead to them again. “I appreciate your help.”

Like last time, you patted his shoulder awkwardly. “Just a friend helping a friend.”

Yeah, a friend from outer space.

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Kai had tried a system reset at least seven times now. Nothing had worked. The auto-fix function just wouldn’t start.

They had moved up the steps to Cookie’s personal room. Beside his ship, he could hear Cookie clicking away on her primitive computing system. It had been a long time, and she had not once taken a break.

They could both use a break.

He poked his head out of the ship and found Cookie on her bed under a tent of heavy furs that she had tried to give to him earlier. He lifted a corner and found her tired eyes looking back at him.

“Did it work?” she asked as she yawned.

“No,” he said, hoping his dejection didn’t show too much through his voice. “You should rest.”

“I’m okay,” she replied, rubbing her arms and going back to clicking away. “But if you want, you can take that side of the bed.” She scooted to one edge, leaving enough space for another person to take a rest. She made sure to take the heavy sheets with her.

It seemed this Earthly temperature was unsuitable for its inhabitants.

“When the sun rises, we shall get back to work.” He moved her portable computing system away and got under the tent with her. “I will rest if you rest.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “In the same bed?”

Kai cocked his head to the side. They now understood each other’s languages, but some nuances were still lost in translation. “Did you not just offer me a space here?”

“I did but...” She let out a sigh and rubbed her arms again, this time letting out a big yawn. “Yeah, I did.” She curled into a small ball and laid on her side, closing her eyes.

Kai laid down beside her, unzipping his suit.

Cookie’s eyes shot open. “What are you doing?”

He stopped. “My suit has a temperature regulator.” He slowly zipped just past his navel. “If you lay under it, you can warm yourself.”

He could see the hesitation in her eyes warring with the want of warmth, but Kai couldn’t blame her. She was a mere human with no fighting skills whatsoever. No defensive exoskeleton, no secret compartmental weapons, nothing.

He caved. “I’m going to tell you a secret.”

She was visibly holding her breath as she nodded.

“There is a suicide button on my suit.”

“What?” She hissed.

He gently took her fingers and brought them to the third button on his belt. “If you hold this for ten seconds, the suit will self-destruct with me in it. If I do something inexcusably wrong, if I am ever a danger to you, you must press that button.”

“Why the hell do you have a suicide button?”

“It is more honourable to go at my own time than at the hands of others.” And he figured, at the rate of seven failed system resets, he wasn’t going back to his home planet to die anyway.

Cookie held her hands out in exasperation. “And you trust me with this information?”

He took her hands in his, realizing how cold they were. “Of course. You are my Earth friend.”

It jarred him to see her eyes suddenly turn glassy, but a moment later, she had closed the distance between them and rested against his bare chest.

“You’re so stupid,” she muttered. Though he thought this word was negative, she had wrapped both arms around him in a tight embrace. “We’re going to find the person who shot you down, and then we are going to send you home.”

He patted her shoulder, much like she had done before. “You are stupid, too,” he said, hoping the endearment translated the same way.

He could feel her shaking with laughter. “Okay, goodnight, Kai.”

“Goodnight, Cookie.” He breathed in the scent of her hair which was sweet just like everything else in this strange world. A weird sense of longing washed over him, as if he felt like he belonged here all his life with his little human snuggled up in his arms.

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i pinky promise that the L3M0N parts will come soon. Just gotta establish some fluff first mwahaha in the meantime, hope you guys have a great week :) And thank you so much for all the kind messages recently T________T

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abalonetea · 6 years ago

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Love how the new theme looks!! How about 62 for the dialogue prompts?

[62] “It’s just me, actually.”

thank you, both for the prompt and the theme compliment! i might end up changing it because some of the features are a touch glitchy, but i’m happy with how it looks right now and hoping i can get it worked out!

and!!!! this prompt!!! actually inspired!!! several scenes!!!

but!!! this was my favorite idea out of them, oops

it’s the middle of the night when the front door clicks open, shut, and Blue only wakes up because he knows for a fact that Locke’s not going to be back for another two days and Bolte wouldn’t leave unless there was an issue.

he pushes himself up onto one arm, fumbling but - the foot steps are already coming around the end of the couch. they’re too light for Bolte, staggering, shuffling things, and with bitten off yawn he thinks damn is Red drunk?

but no

it’s not Red

it’s Aba standing at the end of the couch, wild hair mussed up, one hand tangled in the green tresses, nails shredded into his own leaves and whole body trembling. the screens on his face are flashing rapidly between neon blue and sheets of static.

panic grips Blue’s HEART and he lurches sideways, scrambling to his feet. he knew that things had been going too smoothly! he knew it! and now here’s the proof that he should have been paying more attention, that he shouldn’t have just taken Locke and Red at their word that something was different

a villain is always a villain except when he’s bolte

black magic forms cold and heavy around Blue’s control hand. “what d’ya think yer doin’ in here, buddy?”

the pink glow of the cherry flowers hung up on the wall cast strange shadow’s on Aba’s face when he staggers closer. he’s dragging one leg, the limb encased in strips of rushing, fluctuating code. the same series of numbers clings to the front of his shirt, the curve of chin - coats his mouth and lips and teeth when he laughs.

it is a desperate wanting sound and

Blue could be wrong but

he thinks that Aba’s crying.

knows that Aba is crying when a shaking hand comes up to scrub at one eye. “i don’t know what happened, Red, i don’t know what happened but it’s her fault and i’m sorry, i know - i know i’m not supposed to be here but something’s wrong s̶̙̰͎̼̓̕͝o̵͕̥̪̱̲̤̊͌̚̕͜m̵̺̮͈̂͋̆é̷̩͈͖͕̟̜ẗ̶͇̜́̒̀̕h̴̫̺̗̀͊̈́͊͘i̷̥̲͙̤̪̕͘n̴͈̈́̀͂͆̄g̵̮̳͔̭̾̀̑͜͠'̴̋̓��̼̯̘s̸̖̳͖̋ ̴̤̣̓̋̀̾͂̕͝ẃ̸̡̞̺̠́̈́̽̅̚̕ŗ̴͉̓̓͆õ̵̲̣͚̰̲̻ṋ̸̛̭̺̓̓͊̂̿͊g̷̹̬͖̿̊̃́̀͊.”

“it’s just me, actually.” Blue takes a careful step back, making sure there’s still space between them. it is very, very tempting to just grab Aba with his magic and slam the guy against the wall but…Locke said no fighting in the house unless someone else started it.

technically, Aba hasn’t started it.

technically, Aba has started it.

how many times have those errant vines driven through Blue’s chest? how many times has Aba opened up the door into Barrier Town, letting Kee come through to slice and dice and rip apart Locke?

too many times.

Aba has started it again and again and again and Blue should just get it over with now.

he’s gonna do it, too.

Locke isn’t home, after all.

Blue raises up his control hand. black magic gathers around Aba’s limbs - but before it can really take hold, Aba makes a sound something like a wounded animal and wrenches backwards, scrabbling at his own face, screens flashing. he stumbles backwards, legs catching on the corner of the table, and goes down hard.

“sorry sorry sorry,” whines Aba, not once pulling his hands away from his face.

Blue’s magic fizzles out. something at the back of his HEART is unsettled in a way that he can’t explain. this character has been the root of so much pain, so much heartache, so much death and - in the end, the decision isn’t Blue’s.

Red comes tripping down the stairs, mask askew on his face. “th’fuck d’ya think yer doin’ asshole?”

instantly, Aba bolts to his feet. he launches himself forward, barreling into Red hard enough that they both stagger back a step. “thought it was you,” wheezes Aba, smearing sticky black strings of code on the front of Red’s borrowed shirt. “w-wasn’t my fault didn’t do it Red Red i couldn’t find you it wasn’t my fault - “

“shhh, hey, yer okay, weed. ya found me now.” Red wraps an arm protectively around Aba’s shoulders, pulling him close. “s’okay, kid. hey. ya look like shit, weed.” wipes a hand over Aba’s cheeks, brushing away the tar like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t cling to his hand and burn at his skin. “ya know what’ll fix that up?”

Aba makes a sound that doesn’t quite become words.

Red draws him closer. “takin’ a walk’n gettin’ some food’in ya. c’mon, weed. tavern’s still open. jus me’n you, okay?”

“…bolte?”

“eh, he’ll show up eventually. guy’s still sleepin’ ya know?”

Aba sniffs, pulls away and scrubs at his face. his whole body is shaking. ichor drips down from the leaves twisted in his hair, the ragged scratches on his face. “…kay.”

“kay,” echoes Red. he ushers Aba towards the front door, still sitting open. snow has built up on the corded mat.

over his shoulder, Red shoots Blue a look so scathing he can even feel it through the mask.

and, okay, yeah, Blue figures he deserves that.

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