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primalsouls · 4 years ago

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gaah I only found 2 poly reki x reader x langa fics, one of which was yours, loved it!! that's why i'm here to ask if you could give some more of that <3

poly reki x reader x langa supremacy, amiright? 🥰 anyway, im happy you loved it! :D so ask and you shall receive 🙌

also sorry it took a bit to answer ☠ hope you like it and enjoy! ty for requesting! 💖💖🫂

love between breaks

reki kyan x gn! reader x langa hasegawa

⚠️ : none

theme: fluff

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Spring. The season with cold yet warm weather. Cherry blossom trees bloomed throughout Okinawa. But what came with spring was a break. A break Reli looked forward to spending it with his partners. [Y/N], his and Langa's lover, planned to visit the two of them during spring break. They studied aboard, settled in California, USA with their family. Reki and Langa met [Y/N] Last spring. Langa was the one who introduced them to Reki. He bumped into them when they were asking around for a place to exchange their currency. [Y/N] was so happy to meet someone who spoke English. The minute they stepped into Okinawa, the Japanese lessons they took for a few years left their head and they had a hard time trying to form a single sentence without butchering any of the words. Langa and [Y/N] instantly clicked when the young boy noticed the skateboard of theirs. He questioned if they liked to skate, to which they replied in an enthusiastic tone. It made Langa happy in return.

After their first meet, Langa and [Y/N] spent the break hanging out together at the skate park. It was on their second to last day when he introduced Reki to them. Reki got a bit jealous but when he saw them skated, his heart raced along. The same feeling Langa had felt when he first saw them skated. Now, every break they got, whether it be spring, summer, or winter, they visited Okinawa. It wasn't until the end if their last week of winter break that Langa and Reki confessed their love. They were both shocked when they blurted out their confession in front of [Y/N], who couldn't honestly pick on who to go out with.

But here they were now, three skaters dating each other. It was perfect to Reki, twice the kisses and affection felt nice. He didn't had to worry about who was cheating on who.

Reki chuckled, picking up his board from his bedside. He planned to meet Langa at skater park. Where they both thought to meet [Y/N]. He was excited. Even though it was only a few months since they left, it felt like a long time for Reki. Sure, they video called and texted each other whenever they could, due to time zones, he still missed them. Just like how Langa missed them much more.

Langa glanced up from his phone. His blue eyes met amber ones.

"Ah, Reki. Good morning." He said with a smile, leaning into the pole beside the park. "[Y/N] landed yesterday. They said they're coming down to meet us in a few minutes."

"Morning, Langa! And that's awesome! Aah, I missed them so much, I'm gonna pepper their face with my kisses!" Reki said, a determined glint in his eyes. Langa laughed softly, shaking his head.

"I heard from them that they got a new skateboard." Langa pointed out. Reki rose a brow. He didn't heard that from them and they always spoke to each other in a three-way video call, most of the time that is.

"Huh? Really? They didn't mention anything like that." Reki muttered, scratching the back of his head. Langa shrugged, no reason coming to mind.

As they waited for their lover, the boys practiced some tricks they saw throughout S. [Y/N] had yet to learn about their night activities. They always questioned why they were doing up so late when they talk through the call. The boys always make up an excuse or try to change the subject. S wasn't something to spoke openly with them, the boys agreed on that. Sure, [Y/N] was a great skater but Reki didn't want them going to S in case Adam was there. That was one reason he kept to himself, though. The other reason he agreed with Langa was to keep them safe from going against stronger opponents.

"Yahoo~! Practicing without me~?" They heard a familiar voice they missed so much. Reki and Langa stopped their movements right away. Their head snapped to the direction of the voice that [Y/N] feared they got a whiplash. Their eyes widen when they landed on [Y/N]. A wide grin was on the [h/c]-colored skater. A hand wave excitedly above them before they skated their way to the duo. "Hi! Did ya miss-augh!" [Y/N] screamed as they were tackled off their board, slipping off from it and fell on the ground with the other boys on top of them, their weight adding to theirs. "Oof! H-hey, get off!" They squirmed under Reki and Langa, catching their breathe.

"You're here!"

"[Y/N], I missed you!"

They heard from the both skaters. A chuckle left their lips as they pulled their arms out from under them with a little struggle and patted their backs. Langa and Reki grinned, sighing in content. They were happy to see their partner.

"I missed you, guys, too." [Y/N] said softly, planting a kiss on each their forehead. The boys got off from them, letting them sit up on the ground with them. Their skateboards grouped up together from a few feet away. "Anyway, how you guys been? Anything new that happened?"

"Miya scratched Reki on the face." Langa said blankly. It brought a giggle from them. Reki gasped, pouting.

"Hey! He started it! I asked if he wanted to skate but he was too busy playing on his game. So, I took it off his hands and next thing I know, I got three scratch marks on my face!" Reki recounted, crossing his arms as he let out a huff. [Y/N] bit back a laugh, shaking their head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't had taken his game away." They scolded him, waving their index finger with their lips puckered out. Reki rolled his eyes, trying to hold back a smile but found it difficult to do so.

"Whatever, what about you? How you been?" Reki asked.

[Y/N] shrugged, looking at the ground as their fingers traced around the stitches of their pants. "I don't know... My board broke back home, so a friend of mine made me a new one. The skatepark is also getting a new feature added. Other than that, school is biting my ass and my parents are thinking of moving." They said dismissively. Langa and Reki blinked.

"Wait, what? Your parents are moving? To where?" Langa asked. [Y/N] shrugged once more, looking down to stop them from seeing a grin blooming on their face.

"Hey, [N/N], tell us where you moving? Does that mean you won't be visiting us anymore?" Reki said, his brows knitted down. Eyes filled with worries. Langa tried to look into their eyes. They shook their head at Reki's questions. A hand of theirs hovered on their mouth as they looked back up at their boyfriends. Reki and Langa wore identical confused expressions. It made them want to laugh but they desperately tried to hold it back in.

"I'm, I'm still gonna visit you guys..." Reki and Langa sighed in relief at the clarification. "Everyday." They blinked, minds pausing as the word registered into their head. When they looked up, a bright smile was on their partner's face. It took them a second for the words to click in.

"Oh! You're moving to Okinawa!?" Their boyfriends asked together. It freaked them out a bit but they nodded anyway. [Y/N]'s smile widen as they saw their eyes beamed up at the realization.

"Ah! That's awesome, [Y/N]! Now we can see each other everyday!" Reki said as he got up from his spot and jumped excitedly with both fists pumping the air. Langa nodded, looking happy as well. "We're gonna go on so many dates and skate together! Oh! Does that means you'll go to our school, too?" When they nodded, Reki yelled out with glee. "We get to eat lunch together!"

"Wait, when are you moving?" Langa asked, looking at them with a brow raised.

"Today."

Langa blinked, looking at Reki who froze.

"Today!?"

"You guys really need to stop talking at the same time, it's getting freaky."

"That's not the point! You moved in today!? Why didn't you say anytime before hand?" Reki bombed them with questions after questions.

"Reki, Reki... Calm down. We get our answers later. They're gonna live with us now. So, how about we skate and then later we can go out to some udon." Langa offered. [Y/N] grinned along with Reki. Reki walked over to get his board while Langa and [Y/N] got up from the ground and joined him.

"You know what's best about living in Okinawa?" [Y/N] asked, earning a couple of questioned stares from their boyfriends. They smiled as they planted a kiss on their cheeks before backing away. "Kisses everyday!" With that, they skated out of the park with a blush on their face. Langa and Reki's faces were decorated with a blush as well.

"Hey! Wait! You're supposed to kiss on the lips!" Reki shouted, going after them. Langa snapped out of his daze and joined in, laughing while he skated behind them, a bright smile on his face as he watched his lovers from behind before he picked up his speed.

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amethystpath-writes · 4 years ago

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Okay so this isn’t my original idea but remember that one post where it was like one soulmate is killing their other soulmate to stay immortal but their soulmate keeps on being reborn or just doesn’t stay dead for long??

If that’s too confusing basically can you do a continuation of your own prompt there the villain is the immortal, not the hero. (Prompt 41?44? I don’t remember oops)

I don't think I know that post, but if you still want me to write it and you can find it, feel free to send another ask! For now, I'll just fill the prompt!

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“But- but I killed you.” Hero swore he couldn’t breathe. Villain wasn’t supposed to be in front of him right now. He- he was supposed to be in the morgue or wherever they kept and processed dead bodies. He was supposed to be dead. This had to be some kind of trick. Maybe there was a part of Hero’s mind that felt guilty for killing Villain, and now he was hallucinating. “I watched you die. I- I checked your pulse. You’re dead.”

Villain huffed and rolled his eyes. “Why is this always such a surprise to everyone?” He took two steps forward, watching with boredom as Hero flinched back, shielding his eyes. “You need me to pinch you? Convince you I’m right in front of you?”

“Not real,” Hero muttered. “Not real, not real, not. real. It’s in my head. It’s just in my head.”

Tossing his head back, Villain sighed. “Most of your little crew in the past at least tried to swing at me, finish the job. Some of them actually achieved killing me for a second time. I was impressed! Much more exciting than what you’re doing right now.” Hero kept muttering. Villain asked, “You really think you’re imagining me still? What’s it gonna take? Do I need to jab you in the gut? Would that help?”

Maybe I’d deserve that, Hero thought, continuing to consider the concept of guilt. What Hero was really curious about right now was, How is this so real? He acknowledged it was all fake, but he didn’t think his brain was capable of creating such a realistic version of Villain. The look, the voice, the condescending tone, everything was drawn up to a T. It shouldn’t have been possible, especially after a whole week of Villain’s death.

“Alright, this is getting old. I want to try something new since I haven’t had this reaction before. You really shouldn’t be a hero if you go into shock this easily.”

The image in front of Hero was moving closer. Villain was pulling something out from behind him. Hero already knew what it would be; Villain always kept handheld weapons back there in case his powers- whatever those were, Hero never knew- were unsuccessful. Usually it was throwing knives. This time it- Hero swallowed.

“You remember this. Good.” Villain nodded. “I figured you would, given how you stabbed me with it- rude.”

Now Hero had the sense to stand from his seated and shaking position. As a change, he was now in a standing and shaking position. This was becoming real to him- too real.

“Okay. What I’m thinking is that I clean this blade- a very pretty one by the way; love the chromatic look…I’m going to go over to that sink, and I’m going to clean this.” Villain made his way to Hero’s kitchen, turning on the sink like he said he would. He began scrubbing with the pad of his thumb. “I have two reasons for this: one, there are other victims’ blood on it now- from the morgue; they were about to cremate me if you can believe it. Props to you; that was my first time ever being in one of those places. And, two, because I want this to play out for you as it did for me- it was clean before you stabbed me with it; it should be clean before I stab you with it.” Villain turned with the blade now clear of any blood.

Hero couldn’t move, but he didn’t need to, did he? Because this was all his imagination, all his guilty conscious. Nothing else.

“You aren’t going to do anything to protect yourself,” Villain observed aloud. “You’re just going to stand there shaking like a rotting leaf stuck in a tree during October. Fine, then. Might as well take this to my advantage.”

Unable to move or think for himself, Hero was easily taken by Villain. All the while, Hero continued to believe this was a hallucination. Villain absolutely could not be alive because that meant- that meant he could…No. Villain can’t- can’t come back to life.

Hero knew for a fact he killed Villain. When he bled out, Hero listened to the silence of his opponent’s chest, watched its stillness. He. Was. Dead. It was that solidity in Hero’s mind that made him deny the obvious fact in front of him. Because it was impossible to become…undead. It just wasn’t possible. And since it was impossible, the person standing in front of Hero, talking to someone or something else in the room was fake- was a ghost in Hero’s head.

“-tired of this game. It’s becoming boring, but I found some entertainment for myself, and I think it can become a lesson to you. See…”

A red light was in front of Hero’s face. He looked, blinking slowly, beyond the red light to Villain. Hero didn’t quite understand where he was, or what his mind was conjuring up at the moment. He felt so tired because of his current insanity, and so it didn’t matter much what his location was.

“I think this can serve as a lesson to you- not that I care to help you, but it gives me an excuse to torture a poor soul.”

Hero blinked again. The red light belonged to a camera, he realized. Villain- or Ghost Villain- was recording him and talking to whoever was watching on the camera. In all reality, Hero figured it was he who was recording himself. Maybe he was even talking- he didn’t know. He was likely telling his base leader about how he was losing his mind and thought he was in a cellar-like room with Villain.

“I’m going to screw this back on the tripod, and then, I’ll show you what happens when you guys keep sending your men to kill me. It doesn’t work, alright? And I’m tired of dying.”

The chromatic knife was lowered in front of Hero’s eyes. He didn’t startle at it, but, as it was lowered out of his vision and Villain’s amused grin replaced it, he felt worry. Worry turned to searing pain in Hero’s leg and he let out a blood-curdling scream, grasping at the cold ground, fingers curling into fists that grasped onto nothing. The same pain magnified again as the knife came into sight once again- this time half coloured with red.

It’s real, it dawned on Hero as he finally looked down to find a hole in his leg. “A-augh!” It was throbbing and he swore he could feel his blood pulsing out of the wound. His stomach twisted with his pain and he turned to his right as to not throw up on himself.

What made the pain in Hero’s leg worse was the fact that his muscles were clenched. He couldn’t relax them no matter how hard he tried and that only meant the throb was everlasting.

The knife made its strike again- this time down the arm opposite of Hero’s now-injured leg. He hollered again, writhing and crying in anguish. “Stop! Stop it!” Quieter, he repeated to himself, “It hurts. It hurts, it hurts.”

For once his body protested as he eyed Villain in front of him. His good leg twitched like it was ready to assist in springing on and tackling Villain to the ground. But the controlled side of Hero’s mind told him it’d only make him hurt worse. Not to mention, he might land on the blade and therefore kill himself. Wait. “You’re- you’re going t-to kill…kill me.”

Villain paused, tilting his head almost curiously at Hero. “That was the plan originally, but then you fell to cowardice, and that was boring.” As he spoke, Hero could feel his limbs jumping, spasming. “So, now we’re doing something else. Kinda like it, actually. Centuries have gone by, and I never actually took my time with any of you. For once, I am seeing the true and utter fear I felt when I died for my first time.” Villain continued, “I could have been such a great person, you know? I would have been a perfect good guy, unable to die and all. But instead of seeing that vision, I was seen as a threat to humanity. They began hunting me, trying to figure out how to put me down for good. I decided to fit their little role, though.”

What Villain did and said next shocked Hero. “Go on, try it.” Villain held the blade handle out to Hero on the ground. “Take it. I’ll let you kill me again, and then you can leave.”

“You’re lying. That’s- that’s a stupid th-thing to- to offer. Why would you l-let me kuh-kill you, then let- let me go?”

Villain shrugged. “Something new. I want to live something different this time. I told you many times that few have killed me twice- and the ones who did it were killed as soon as I could find them. I want to see how far you can go if I give you a month’s head start.”

“You- you want to hunt me.”

“I do. Seeing as you did it to me, I think it’s fair.” He jutted the handle out to Hero again as an offer. When Hero took it, Villain said, “I know I took out your dominant arm out, but- well, I have confidence you’ll do just fine if it means you get to kill me again.” Villain tapped at his chest, right where his heart was located. “Go on. I know you want to.”

Hero considered this for a moment, staring at the knife- at the knife with his blood on it now instead of Villain’s. Did he ever question why his organization was going after Villain? Not really. He just knew Villain murdered every single man Leader sent out. Maybe it was self-defence, in which case Hero shouldn’t have been going after Villain like he was, shouldn’t have killed him like he already did once and was being given the opportunity to once again.

But now was different. Now, Villain really was sadistic- assuming he wasn’t before. Villain, if he was any sort of a healthy and sane man, would have had Hero jailed for trying, and succeeding, in killing him. Or, if he was afraid of the authorities taking him in for being- ahem- unkillable, then he would have only kept Hero locked up. Villain wouldn’t have had Hero in a cellar room, stabbing and slashing at him while a camera recorded it all. If Villain ever was good, that morality was stripped from him now, and that meant Hero needed to take this chance at life. Maybe he could go back to his base and demand answers. Because based off what Villain told, they knew he was immortal, and they never told Hero- or Hero’s previous teammates, who were now ‘mysteriously’ dead.

Without another word, or even a warning glance, Hero weighed the knife in his left hand, gripped the handle, and slashed at Villain’s throat. As he laid dying, Hero searched for the key on Villain’s person, and left.

#request fill #writing request #hero x villain #immortal villain #immortal whumper #mislead hero #the ending wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be but it's fine lol #hero x villain story

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 4 years ago

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Edgejeanist fluff, with their daughter, just having a lovely adorable time!

Gonna tag @ohpleaseiwillendyou @theshisthings @kiriderp and @kure-san because idk, I wanna give you some fluff and thought you guys might wanna see this? ❤️

No warnings! It’s fluff for once, but it’s actually pretty long so ->

I haven’t written fluff for a while (since my edgeshot birthday ramble, I think) and I think that you guys deserve some. Also, it’s based off of the introduction to my angst I was writing, and I just felt that I’d give you an alternate plot and ending than the one in that 👀

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Shinya blinked at the light that his phone was emitting as he checked the time.

6:59am- no, 7:00am. He let out a small sigh and turned over to face the sleeping figure beside him. Tsunagu’s face looked so calm and still, and Shinya couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he seemed in that moment. His husband was always so tense and stressed out from work, but in these rare moments, it made him oh so happy to see him finally relax.

Watching as his partner’s chest moved up and down slowly, he sighed and leaned forward to place a very gentle kiss on his forehead, sweeping the other’s blond hair out of his face slightly as he did so.

Tsunagu instinctively went to hug this source of heat closer to his body and Shinya ended up having to try (but fail) to awkwardly pry himself out of his grasp, their cheeks smushed together as the lanky blond hugged him tighter. His breath brushed across Shinya’s ear, causing him to chuckle slightly. No matter how long they could’ve been together, Shinya still found himself blush a bit at the sight of his adorable lanky husband, who was now pouting due to the lack of things to cuddle...maybe he was just having a cuddly dream...

Shinya slid carefully out of the warmth of the duvets and Tsunagu’s comforting embrace and stood up, shivering as the cold morning air hit his skin. Wow it was chilly, and he noticed the other man curl up at the lack of warmth and huff in a sleepy dismay.

“Why do I have to go to work today?” Shinya grumbled to himself as he stumbled silently into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Surely, it didn’t have to be today....of all days? There’s no emergency calls so far, no urgent upcoming missions, Shinji and Yuu are both working today anyway.......and the only thing I’d be doing is patrol.....”

He trailed off, thinking as much as his fatigued brain would let him as he slipped out of his clothes and into the shower. ‘Maybe if I....’

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Tsunagu woke up to the soft sound of his husband’s humming, masked ever so slightly by the sound of the running water of the shower. He blinked slowly as he tried to get his eyes to open, wincing at the sudden brightness of the room and pulling the bedsheets over his shoulders to warm himself up.

He glanced over at Shinya’s phone and watched as it buzzed across the table, showing the time and a couple of new unread messages.

‘7:30. Hm. It’s early.’ He thought as he reached out to move Shinya’s phone to the middle of the bedside table, to stop it from falling off from the constant stream of notifications. He turned back around to face the bathroom door and yawned loudly, listening out for the sudden silence and little taps of Shinya’s feet as he stops the shower and dries himself off.

The bathroom door opened with a little click and the silver haired man emerged from the now rather steamy room, wrapped in a long fluffy jumper and shorts. Toothbrush in hand, he ruffled his long wet hair with a small towel and turned to face the lanky figure that was now sitting up on the bed, smiling tiredly.

“Good morning!” Tsunagu called out brightly, well, as brightly as one could at 7:36 in the morning.

“Ah!” Shinya fumbled around for the toothbrush that slipped out of his hand in shock, startled by the blond man that was laughing at him from across the room. “You’re awake! Already? It’s so early, you didn’t need to be up! It’s....it’s, um, the time....”

“7:37am, dear.” Tsunagu interrupted informatively.

Shinya blinked, taking a second before he actually registered what the other had said, before trying to remember the point he was trying to make. “Yes! 7:37! Exactly. Early. Uh-huh, yes.”

Tsunagu chuckled and shook his head as he listened to his small husband try and rant about him waking up ‘too early’.

“Oi, don’ ‘augh ah ee!” (‘Oi, don’t laugh at me!’)Shinya huffed as he stood there brushing his teeth, putting off the fact that he needed to also get changed before work.

“Hm? I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. You might want to repeat that~” Tsunagu teased, his smile shifting into his usual characteristic smirk as he watched his partner glare at him with revenge in his eyes.

Shinya finished brushing his teeth and stood silently next to the older man, looming ominously as he decided his fate. Tsunagu realised his mistake and quickly regretted it when he noticed Shinya’s hands move very slowly out of his pockets.

Shinya gently but quickly jabbed the taller mans sides and smiled evilly at the harmless panic that he’d caused. He watched as his husband wriggled around,bursting out laughing at the sudden tickle attack.

“I said, don’t laugh at me. Or else you’ll pay the consequences.” He said in a mockingly formal manner.

“Okay- ahahokay, oka- okay! I get, ahaha, I get it! Please, stop- ahaha I’m sorry!!” Tsunagu barely managed to stutter out between laughs.

After surrendering to the tiny ninja, Tsunagu sighed and sat back up, shaking his head to move his hair out of his eyes. “Anyway, you got some messages. They might be important.”

“Oh, really? Who by?” Shinya moved to go and check his phone.

“I think you overestimate my eyesight and attention to detail at this time of day.”

“Oh come on, you could’ve at least read the name of- oh it’s Shinji.”

“Mhm. Anything important, or just a normal text before work?” Tsunagu inquired, pouting slightly at the idea of Shinya having to go to work today. Why couldn’t he just have the day off?

“Hm. Yeah.” Shinya briefly replied, taking in the message with a smile and feeling his shoulders relax a little bit more at the words that he’d just read. Well that was good, amazing even. What a brilliant idea!

Tsunagu looked at his husband blankly before giving a sarcastic reply. “Wow. Well that was informative....”

Shinya blinked at his phone before putting it down and changing into some clean clothes.

Tsunagu looked down at his phone as a slight hope for some explanation or context to what Shinya was so happy about, but shook his head as he yawned again. “Well, have you checked on Izumi? Is she awake yet?”

“Ah, no I haven’t. She is probably awake by now though.” Shinya replied, pulling a blue t-shirt over his head and giving his head a slight shake to get his hair out of it.

Tsunagu hummed in agreement and stretched his arms out, looking towards the open bedroom door in anticipation, and soon enough he heard exactly what he was waiting for.

Tiny but rapid footsteps could be heard thumping lightly against the carpet as they grew nearer to where the two tired pro heroes were, making them share a soft smile as they both turn towards the sound.

“Good morning, Papa!!!” The small bundle of energy yelled as she came bursting into the room and flew straight into Shinya’s open arms.

“Woah!! You’re up early today, petal! I thought you said you were gonna have a ‘nice sleepy morning’!” Shinya laughed as he spun Izumi around, making her giggle in excitement.

Izumi smiled innocently and leaned backwards in her father’s arms, her relatively short hair (that was a lighter shade of grey than Shinya’s) all ruffled and tangled.

“Well,” she pouted slightly, “I woke up and- and I was sleepy, and then I felt fidgety so...so I sat there for a little bit, because, cos I didn’t wanna wake you! But then I heard you and dad talking...and so, so you are awake!! So I wanted to see you before you go to work!!”

“Oh, oh I see! Well I guess we’re all awake now!” Shinya reacted in an over exaggerated manner, ruffling Izumi’s hair even more and placing her on the edge of the bed earning a few more giggles from the happy child.

Izumi looked down at her hands and thought for a moment.

“Papa?”

“Hm? What is it, petal?”

“Do...do you have to go to work today?”

Shinya looked up at Izumi and saw big teal eyes staring back at him. Ouch. He peeked over their daughter’s shoulder to share an awkward hesitant silence with his husband, who was still bundled up in half of the duvet cover, before taking Izumi’s hands in his own.

“Oh ‘zumi........I’m afraid so, petal, but I tell you what,” Shinya motioned for her to get closer and whispered a short message in her ear, causing her face to light up again and making her look excited.

“And,” he made the last part a little louder so that Tsunagu could hear him, “go tackle Dad for me, will ya? He won’t know what hit him!”

Tsunagu smiled in amusement and started to act dramatically in front of his daughter.

“Oh! How tragic! Not even a single ‘good morning’ for me, what sadness is this!” The dramatic blond paused momentarily to peek at his daughters reaction, watching as she snuck closer with a mischievous look on her face. “Have I become invisible?! My own daughter not even giving me a single cuddle- oh nO! I must have been forgotten! Oh poor old me, poor poor little me-”

The lanky noodle’s theatrical performance was interrupted by a enthusiastic hug and a rather loud “Good morning, dad!!!!” and a lot of laughter.

“Augh! Good morning, sunshine!! What a surprise!! You’ve caught me, oh nooooo...” Tsunagu rolled off the edge of the bed in defeat before pulling Izumi into a big hug.

“Ahaha yay!! I got you, I got you!!” The light haired girl exclaimed excitedly.

Tsunagu fixed his hair slightly with a small chuckle. “Yes you did!!! Good job, ‘zumi, how did you sleep?”

“Hm. Good! I had a funny dream, can I tell you?!”

“Of course, sunshine, but maybe after we’ve all woken up first!”

“Okay!”

They all headed downstairs, Tsunagu and Izumi both wrapped in matching fluffy pyjamas as they sat around the living room chatting and giggling. They just wanted to spend as much time as they could together. That’s all. They were just as happy as they could be, talking and playing around as they waited for it to be the time where Shinya had to go to work.

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Their playful mood was cut short by the sound of Shinya’s phone beeping, signalling the time.

“Ah.”

Shinya looked down at the time. 8:00am. Time for work.

Sighing, he looked over to see his husband and daughter pouting with almost identical faces, looking sad and down. ‘And people wonder if they look alike, huh? No no...she is definitely his daughter! Just look at that face!’ He thought to himself, never getting over how much Izumi looked like them both, especially Tsunagu (in his eyes, that is)....and how adorable they both were.

“Well, I guess I better head off then...” Shinya said, trying his best not to dishearten the other two, who were staring up at him with big, round puppy eyes. “Don’t get into too much trouble!”

“Which one of us?” Tsunagu inquired curiously.

“You of course! You know our little petal is always innocent!” He poked his tongue out at his lanky husband and gave his daughter a small wink.

“Haha yeah, okay.”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Shinya asked the small child that was now approaching him for a cuddle before he walked out the door. “I’m putting you in charge for today!”

He gently flicked her nose, making her giggle in surprise, before burying her head deeper into the softness of his mother’s - her grandmother’s - scarf.

Tsunagu walked over quietly, noticing a suspicious glint in his husbands eyes. Hm. That’s never a good sign, especially with Shinya’s pranking antics. He seemed way too happy to be ‘going to work’, not to mention the texts this morning and the fact that he wasn’t leaving in his uniform like usual....it wasn’t anything bad! His instincts reassured him for that part, but still, it was a hint at some mischief and he was unsure as to whether he’d like it.

But he dismissed these curiosities and went to embrace his tiny husband, who still had an excitable child wrapped around his neck.

“Have a good day....stay safe...” Tsunagu mumbled quietly to the other, planting a small kiss on his cheek and touching their foreheads together in a gentle, familiar manner.

“Of course.” Shinya replied distantly, thinking about what he had planned for the day. “See you in a bit!”

“Bye Papa!!” Izumi waved, holding onto Tsunagu’s leg as she swayed back and forth.

“See you later!” Tsunagu called out, placing his hand on his daughters head as they watched the ninja turn the comer and glide away.

After a short silence, Tsunagu decided that he should start their fun day off and entertain his tiny daughter to the best of his ability, without Shinya there to ruin his plans with his pranks.

“Hey, sunshine...” he slyly poked the top of his daughter’s head.

“Yes, Dad?” Izumi looked up curiously.

“....you wanna make some pancakes?”

Izumi’s face lit up and she expressed her joy through a vigorous little dance.

“PANCAKES!!!”

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After about an hour of very messy pancake making, they finally managed to make a batch that didn’t taste like burnt oranges, or have the texture of an over cooked rubber duck. (He can cook, but it’s a bit difficult when you’re trying to cook with the daughter of a particular prankster of a ninja....)

Rubbing the back of his head, Tsunagu looked back at his daughter with a smile, watching as she swung her legs back and forwards in delight as she munched on her breakfast. Her hair was now bunched into two cute little pigtails (you don’t think, of all people, Best Jeanist would let his daughter have messy hair all day? Haha no way.) and she looked up at her dad briefly, making a silly face in return.

Tsunagu let out a small laugh. “You little ball of sunshine, you! Are they nice? Did your good ol’ dad do a good job this time? I sure hope they don’t still taste like smelly socks!” He joked around, poking his daughters cheek softly.

“Mhm! Of course they’re good!” Izumi replied, her mouth still very full with pancake and her eyes sparkling happily.

“Oh good, I’m glad!” Tsunagu ruffled her hair in response and headed to the kitchen to clean up everything. “Right...what a mess...”

Using his quirk to pull all of the clean mugs and utensils around using the threads that he wove around each of them, he swiftly began to tidy up - his mind drifting slightly, wondering about what his husband could be up to at the moment.

Meanwhile, Izumi had been a little distracted by a ‘mysterious shiny string’...leading her to wander around to find something....

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After dealing with the mess that was cluttering the kitchen, Tsunagu walked back into the living room to find that Izumi wasn’t sitting there.

“Sunshine?” He called out a couple of times, peeking round some of the doors to try and find his tiny daughter. “Sunshine, where’d you go?”

‘Maybe she’s outside?’ He reassured himself. He’d always been the more paranoid person, and becoming a parent of a child with not only a very very tricky quirk, but also the daughter (and ‘apprentice’) of a very mischievous ninja, did not help at all.

As he went to check, he noticed a small piece of string poking out from the door and hesitantly picked it up, only to notice that it was attached to a small note...which was attached to a much longer piece of string...leading outside.

He read the note and wondered slightly at the familiarity of the handwriting, before following the string to wherever it led.

‘I know you are probably wondering where Izumi is. Don’t worry too much, just follow the string, I’m sure your hunch will tell you all you need to know.

P.s. she is very happy and excited, hurry up you lanky bean.’

Before long, the lanky french fry had reached a small field with a couple of trees dotted around the edges. ‘Oh, I know where this is! Shinya and I used to have little picnic dates here, how cute.’ Tsunagu reminisced happily, still worried as to where his daughter was.

“‘zumi? Izumi?? Hello~ Izumi Kamihara? Sunshine, where are you??” He called out, trying to mask his concern.

“Dad!” A small voice called out from behind a tree and was followed by a series of giggles as the small girl poked her head out to face her worried parent.

“Oh! There you are! I was worried!!” Tsunagu rushed over and scooped his daughter up into his own embrace, spinning her around slightly as he did so.

A light tap was felt on his shoulder and he turned his head rapidly to try and find out what it was, only to be very pleasantly surprised by the face that was hovering in front of his.

“Hello, love!” A certain silver-haired man greeted the confused noodle with his familiar smile. “Sorry for the little surprise!”

“Ah, wha...” Tsunagu started to question.

Shinya laughed, leaning in to peck Tsunagu’s nose, before cupping the puzzled man’s face and kissing him - still laughing at the other’s stumped expression.

“Haha! Oh that’s priceless, you should’ve seen your face! Did ya get that, petal? Wasn’t that funny?” Shinya turned towards Izumi, who had somehow gotten hold of multiple phones and had taken several pictures of her dad’s baffled face. Ah. Blackmail.

“Hahaha!! Papa was right, dad, your face is so funny ahaha!!” The lighter haired child snickered at Tsunagu’s dismay.

“Wh- what is going on? I’m so confused...” Tsunagu questioned as Shinya took his hand in his own and led him to a quiet spot by the river, swinging Izumi with his other arm.

“Well, Shinji messaged this morning, yes? And he said that, since we’ve got no urgent missions today, both him and Yuu decided to do patrol and take care of things by themselves.” Shinya explained, motioning for the other to watch his head on an overhanging branch. “And well....since both of you are off today....and we never get to spend time as a whole family...they just thought that it would be nice to, you know, take a day off.”

Tsunagu sighed as he watched his husband smile gently. He’d always been such a workaholic and never really liked to take days off, though it’s always been obvious when he needed one, and deep down wished for more time with his family.

It’s pretty self-explanatory, but Shinya always, always wanted as much time as he could get to spend with his loved ones, and having a family that was finally with him, and was always there for him to come home to....it was like a dream to him....a dream that he never ever wanted to wake from.

“I see. Well, how nice of them!”

Shinya hummed in agreement. “Yeah....how nice....I’m so glad, I get time to spend with you both.”

Izumi looked up and saw her parents smiling softly at each others words and smiled happily to herself. ‘So exciting!! Time with papa and dad!! We can all be happy and eat food and relax!’

As they reached their destination, Tsunagu gasped at what he saw. There was a small blanket spread across the leaves, sitting next to a stream. On top of the blanket, was multiple snacks and drinks and some little trinkets and items for Izumi to play with.

Izumi squealed happily and immediately ran over to sit on the blanket, picking up one of the small puzzle boxes and giving it a gentle shake. Shinya smiled at her excitement and turned around to face his husband, who looked just as relaxed as he was, for once.

“D’ya like it?”

Tsunagu looked to be deep in thought for a moment before rushing forward and sweeping Shinya off of his feet and taking him into his arms, spinning his tiny husband around and pressing their foreheads together as they both laughed.

“Oh I love it, darling! You a never fail to surprise me, even after all these years!” Tsunagu exclaimed, kissing the other blissfully before setting him back down. “Shinya Kamihara, the man who never fails to make his family happy and proud!”

Shinya blushed at the lanky blond’s flattering words and reached down to ruffle Izumi’s hair. “I-I just thought it would be a nice little surprise, y’know, that it would make you and Izumi happy.”

“Well that it definitely did!” Tsunagu chuckled and embraced the younger man yet again. “Although...I’m still a bit confused as to why you still left the house this morning?”

Shinya let out a small sigh and reached down to pick up a couple of bags that were resting on the picnic blanket. “I decided to get lunch! I knew that I didn’t have to go to work, so instead I went out and bought a few things.”

The taller man hummed inquisitively. “What did you get?”

“Well first I got some meat buns, because we haven’t had any for a while. I also got donuts for our little petal,” the ninja paused, looking down at their daughter’s even more cheerful face looking back up at them, before continuing, “I got noodles for me and some sushi from that shop around the corner that we like because you said the other day that you wanted sushi!”

Tsunagu looked ecstatic as he sat down next to his daughter and pulled his husband down with him into a massive hug. “Oh Shinya, love, you really are the best!”

“Yeah papa’s the best! Papa’s amazing!” Izumi chirped cheerfully.

“You are very right with that, sunshine” Tsunagu laughed.

“Oh you two....” Shinya bashfully looked down before giving them both a loving little shake. “Thank you, petal, you little sweetheart. And you, love, stop being so sappy - it’s almost as bad as your puns.”

“Hey! They’re not that bad!”

“Uh-huh, sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“....you’re lucky I love you...”

Shinya snorted and picked up a couple of meat buns, shoving one into Tsunagu’s face to stop him from talking and nibbling on the other himself. The tall blond pouted at this gesture but sighed as he saw how amused their tiny daughter was.

Looking at them both, he smiled and nuzzled his face into the tops of their heads lovingly. They were all so happy, and thats exactly how it should be.

“What a lovely day!”

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tothemeadow · 4 years ago

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Secret Santa for @chickynn!

The night had not been going as Zenitsu planned.

He tried to suppress his annoyed grumbles at the sight of you mingling with the other party guests, one hand holding up his grumpy face as he sat on the staircase.

As much as he’d like to say otherwise, the boy was most certainly the jealous type. While he gazed at you, Inosuke came from seemingly out of nowhere, tackling you in something too close to a hug for the blonde’s comfort. You shook him off with a carefree laugh, shooing him away to cause chaos elsewhere as you returned to your conversation with Tanjiro.

How could he not be jealous, though? He was the one who invited you to this party, not Inosuke, not Tanjiro! And yeah, sure, maybe he could have made it a bit more romantically-intentioned when he asked you to go with him, but still!

Although.. he supposed moping around about it wasn’t helping either.

Yeah. Yeah! He just needs to be the one to approach you first. Then he can whisk you away from the boys, hold you close in his arms, and make you positively swoon for his manly charms!

With that thought fresh in mind, he stood up straight, marching over towards you.

“Y/N!”

“Hey, Zenitsu!” you turned to him immediately, almost blinding him with that dazzling smile of yours, causing his brain to turn to mush in seconds. Okay, so maybe charming you wasn’t going to work out–but it was your fault for being so gosh darn attractive!

“Need something? Tanjiro was just showing me this adorable video of a cat in a santa outfit!”

He grit his teeth, forcing it into a smile of his own.

“No, I was just wondering if-”

“Y/N-san!” a chipper voice called, and you looked over to see Mitsuri frantically waving you over, some commotion happening behind her. With a small, apologetic laugh, you half-bowed to Zenitsu.

“Sorry, Zeni! Give me a second. Mitsuri-chan needs me.”

As soon as you took off to see what your friend needed, the blonde let out a heavy sigh, shoulders sagging.

“What’s wrong, Zenitsu?” Tanjiro questioned, head tilting in confusion. “You’ve been mopey the entire evening.”

“I want to ask Y/N to.. well, I don’t know, just spend time with me!” he vented in the midst of his frustration, covering his face. “But no matter what, they’re always doing something with someone else or being whisked off by their friends! I meant for them to be my romantic plus one! Like a date!”

“Oh..” the boy next to him murmured, a happy smile forming on his face. “That’s so sweet, Zenitsu! You really like Y/N, don’t you?”

“Augh, don’t act all supportive!” the blonde waved a fist, face twisting into a grimace as Tanjiro sweatdropped. “You’re included in the other people taking away my Y/N!”

“Well..” the scarred boy began somewhat apologetically, chuckling. “Why don’t you try to catch them under the mistletoe? Isn’t there a tradition where you kiss whoever you meet under the mistletoe?”

“Mistletoe..” Zenitsu pondered for a bit, and then it was as if a lightbulb lit in his head as he grabbed Tanjiro’s hand. He began giggling, sour mood immediately replaced with something happier. “That’s an amazing idea~! A kiss with Y/N~! Thanks, Tanjiro! You really are a good friend~!”

“Haha.. Glad to see you cheerful again, Zenitsu.”

With that, the blonde spent a good chunk of time grabbing mistletoe around the house and moving them strategically to raise the chance of ‘accidentally’ catching you underneath one with him. However, as his luck goes, you conveniently missed him at every single turn.

At one point, you even ended up under one with Shinobu, not him! Although you only gave her a kiss on the cheek, it was still infuriating! That was supposed to be him!

Eventually, he just slumped down once again in one of the doorways he had been waiting for you under, not noticing your figure walking over to greet him.

“Hey, are you all right, Zenitsu? You’ve seemed kinda down this whole time.”

You were here. Next to him. Near the mistletoe. His brain processed this and he shot up where he stood, mind working a million miles per minute to try and figure out how to get you to move just a bit to his right so you were under the mistletoe with him.

“I-I’m fine! I just, ah..” he trailed off, trying to keep you engaged in conversation with him as he moved his gaze to the right a bit more than would be considered normal.

You tilted your head, moving over to the right slightly to stay within his view.

‘Yes,’ he thought silently, fighting back the urge to clench a victorious fist. ‘Almost there!’

“Well, do you want me to grab you anything to dri-”

“NO!” he shouted suddenly, putting his hands up, before clearing his throat and trying to act suave once again at your bewildered gaze. “No, I just had some water.”

“Are you trying to look away from me..? Is there something on my face?”

“No, just-!”

“COMING THROUGH!”

Inosuke burst into the room, headbutting directly into Zenitsu’s torso, sending him sputtering into the doorframe he leaned on. A way-too-amused giggle echoed from the side, and Nezuko pointed.

“Inosuke and Zenitsu are under the mistletoe! Kiss!”

“HAH?! Why should I kiss a loser?!” Inosuke yelled back. The blonde shot the Kamado girl a pleading gaze, but she just smirked mischievously.

“It’s a competition! If you don’t do it, you’re a chicken~”

“What?! I won’t lose! Monitsu, come here!”

“AAAGH! Get away from me, you feral boar!”

You and everyone else watched with plenty of amusement as Inosuke chased Zenitsu around the halls until he was bored and relented on the ‘challenge’, leaving a very exhausted Zenitsu to slow to a stop in front of you. By that time, you had been leaning in the same spot as he had been before.

“So, you wanted a kiss, huh?”

The boy sprang to a straight stand, flush covering his cheeks.

“Well-!”

Without another word, you pulled him in and planted a kiss to his lips, directly under the mistletoe. Just as he had wanted all evening. Cheers echoed from some of your friends, Uzui in particular making the experience insufferable with loud whistles.

When you eventually pulled back, Zenitsu was left with a stunned expression, staring back at you as you laughed.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me. That was a lot of trouble for one kiss.”

“I-I’ll.. keep that in mind next time..” he managed, putty in your hands for the rest of the night.

*****

Secret Santa from @hinokami-s to @chickynn ! Happy Holidays!

#kny secret santa #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #agatsuma zenitsu x reader #zenitsu agatsuma #agatsuma zenitsu #kny zenitsu #submission

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artnerd1123 · 4 years ago

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A Familiar World

Bewitched ——————————————-

The adventures of Theodore continue. Figuring out how he feels about what he saw in town is... well. Difficult. But he’s gotta make a decision sometime. Featuring fun times with his siblings and a not-so-fun time with his parents.

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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i am once again cutting chapters up, but that’s ok!!! i’m having fun and getting to write these dynamics is rlly interesting! hopefully the next one’ll be a lil shorter, but we’ll see X] in the meantime, here’s this!

and uh, warning for journal getting into a fight with his parents (nothing physical, but there’s some gaslighting to be mindful of)

The sun shone brightly down on the farm, a light breeze rustling the remains of cornstalks in the field. The wagon- still half full of harvest- was parked next to the barn. A thick cloth blanket kept its cargo protected from the elements. At least, mostly. The horses in the nearby pasture eyed the visible corn wistfully. But besides the horses, crops, and breeze, not much was moving outside. The morning chores were long done. Now was the time for relaxing and play. From the giggling and shouting from the barn, a certain group of siblings was taking advantage of that. Up in the hayloft, Theodore and his younger siblings were fooling around. The twins were wrestling in the loose hay, and Elise was busy trying to climb up one of the support beams. Theodore had draped himself across another beam, square over the middle of the loft. His eyes flicked cautiously towards the edge every so often- but he’d be ok. He’d fallen and tumbled into the hay enough to know it would catch him much gentler than the barn’s dirt floor. He had other things to focus on at the moment, anyway. A beat up journal sat in front of him, chock full of loose papers and ink-stained scraps. They stuck out the sides and from under the cover. With all the story ideas, memories, and thoughts crammed into it, it was a wonder the book was still together. He’d have to get a new one soon. But for now, his quill scratched away at the page before him. He’d been working hard on recording every detail he could about the other day’s encounter. He felt as if he’d seen something precious- something more astounding than any legend- and he refused to let it slip from his mind. Writing this down needed his undivided attention. Of course, his siblings thought otherwise. “Hey, Theo! Y’all gonna come down from there?” Nilo called, arm locked around Tyler’s neck. Tyler squirmed and pushed at him playfully. “I think Tyler could use yer help!” “Naw, I do not! Yer about ta need ‘em though!” Tyler snickered. With a sudden jerk, the boy threw himself against the hay, sending Nilo toppling over his shoulder. The two laughed and jeered as they scrambled around, but Theodore didn’t pay them much mind. “Mmh, yea, uh, jus a sec,” he mumbled, eyes scanning over his work. He felt like he’d gotten the stranger’s routine written out ok. But he just couldn’t capture the strange smoke they’d been messing with. Not smoke, his mind muttered, magic. The word sent a zing down to his fingertips. He couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Last week, he would’ve firmly said bad. But now, he just… wasn’t sure. It honestly felt more like a thrill. As if he were staring down a wolf, but it was crouched and wagging like a playful dog. Oh, good simile, he thought, hastily scribbling it in the journal’s margins, I’ll have to use that somewhere later. He propped himself up on his elbows, glancing over the page. Almost full… would he have to cordon off a whole new section of his personal records for this? He wouldn’t mind, it was just… well, buying new ones could get expensive… A voice behind him knocked him out of his thoughts. “Hey, earth ta’ scribbles! Y’all alive?!” Theodore pulled a face- scribbles??? What???- glancing around for the offending speaker. Elise sat on a beam across from him, kicking her legs. Her smirk and little giggles confirmed it had been her. Theodore stared at her for a minute. “... what did y’all jus call me?” he asked. “Scribbles,” Elise snickered, “y’all like it?” “Aw- hell no,” Theodore snorted, shaking his head. He set his quill down, shifting to face her better. “Awful. Try again, lil lady.” “Well y’all weren’t answerin to theo!” she huffed. “Or theodore!” Tyler piped up from below him. Nilo nodded, picking bits of hay out of his hair. “Or anythin’ el- AUGH-” Whatever else he was going to say got lost as Tyler tackled him into the hay again. Theodore and Elise just exchanged a look. “If y’all’re gonna call me a nickname, call me somethin else,” he said. “Scribbles? C’mon, y’all can do better’n that.” “Hmm… m’kay,” Elise nodded slowly. “I think I got a couple ideas…” The corners of her mouth twitched mischievously. Theodore knew that look. Oh boy. How big of a mistake did I jus make? “How ‘booout… inky?” She said, blinking innocently as he tried not to smile. “Elise, tha’s even worse!” he replied. “Mmm alphabet soup?” she smirked. “Oh- revaew no-” Theodore guffawed, shaking his head. “Awful. Try again.” “Ah, I got it!” Elise clapped her hands together, grin as wide as a river. “Quillface!” Such was the name that broke Theodore’s composure. He lost it, clinging tightly to the beam below him to stop from falling off. Oh Revaew- yeah, he’d made a mistake alright. Nilo and Tyler quit tussling in confusion. Through teary eyes, Theodore could see them look to Elise for explanation. He couldn’t manage to get out more than a few wheezing “no, don’t-”s before her haughty grin passed its verdict. “Theodore’s new nickname is quillface,” she declared proudly. “QUILLFACE?!” Tyler shrieked, his shrilly voice dissolving into giggles. Nilo wasn’t too far behind, cracking a delighted smile. “I think it fits!” Nilo beamed. “It’s an attention grabber if I ever heard one!” “We- we oughta tell dean ‘n carrie-” Tyler wheezed. “Oh, of course! Everyone’s gotta know about Theo’s new name!” Elise grinned. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Theodore squawked, sputtering between bouts of laughter. He waved a hand to gather their attention, doing his best to breathe through his cackling. “Y’all are not gonna call me quillface, good revaew-” “Then what’dya want us to call you, huh?” Tyler teased. “Y’all gotta give us somethin to work with,” Nilo said. “I gave ya plenty’a options!” Elise chimed in, crossing her arms in mock offense. “Listen- y’all want a nickname? Fine, fine,” Theodore sighed. “Y’all can call me… uhh…” He glanced around for a moment. His eyes fell on his record book. He’d been needing a pseudonym for awhile now. And he… did like the idea of a writer-esque name mashed with “Drapht.” Something with a nice ring to it. Something like… He snapped, a bright grin rising to his face. “Journal!” he hummed, “y’all can call me journal.” “Journal?” Elise echoed, blinking. “... i mean, y’all were writin in that thing all mornin,” Nilo said. “And y’all’re what ya do, I guess,” Tyler shrugged. “Guess we should call you two punchy ‘n kicks then, eh? With all’a’y’all’s horseplay?” Theodore joked. The twins both clamored to protest, missing the obvious irony in the fact that they were still somewhat tangled up in the hay. And how they proved the point by dissolving back into tussling. Theodore settled back down on his beam, one foot dangling lazily. Yeah. That was about right. He reached for his quill, shifting to face his records once again. “Aw- c’mon, Theo! We wanna play!” Elise whined. He glanced over at her, a brow raised. “I’m here, ain’t I? I’m busy!” “Busy bein boring. What’re y’all writin in there thas’ so important anyway?” Elise huffed. Theodore opened his mouth to retort, but the words died in his throat. Wait. Could he tell them what happened the other day? Should he tell them? His parents hadn’t said no, but… well… “... Journal? Hellooooo?” Elise called, waving a hand. He blinked, shaking himself back to reality. “What was that? Y’all keepin secrets?” “Uh- not- not exactly-” he stammered, trying to cover his tracks. But his smile was lopsided, and his jerky movements too obvious. Elise’s eyes glimmered eagerly. “Ohoho… y’all’re keepin secrets,” she grinned. “Elise- no-” “Nilo!!! Tyler!!! Yer brother’s keepin secrets!!!” she cackled. The twins looked up immediately, perked up like coyotes in a chicken coop. Oh revaew. With the three of them staring him down, he really had no choice. “... well… uh… oh, fine,” Theodore sighed. “Jus keep it quiet, m’kay?” “O’course.” “Wouldn’t think otherwise!” “Y’all can count on it.” “Ok, good.” Theodore glanced towards the barn doors. No movement. No sound. Just the breeze and the sun beating down on the dirt. When he looked back to his siblings, they were busy nudging and giggling at each other, eager as ever for storytime. Alright. Yeah. This was ok. Shifting to sit upright, he clapped his hands together. They all sat to attention, eyes gleaming and gazes fixed on him. “... so… y’all remember the other day we were at town? An’ we had to leave early?” Theodore started. When he got a nod, he continued. “Well, somethin’ happened at the town outskirts ta’ make ma ‘n pa freak out so bad. And I was there. Y’see, there was a stranger who blew in, an’ they were doin somethin’ real interestin at the edge’a town...”

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The sun had moved across the sky, almost right atop the barn, before movement reigned again. The twins burst out of the barn with fistfuls of hay, shouting as they tossed them at each other. Theodore was still up in the hayloft with Elise- she was having trouble getting down from the beam. Theodore tucked his journal into its little nook in the wall, setting the loose boards back into place. Elise was still chattering about his story as he turned towards a pile of bales. “-and mom jus yanked ya all the way back ta the cart?” she was asking, eyes wide. “Mhm,” Theodore nodded. He grunted as he tugged a bale of hay over. Scrambling on top of it, he reached up for his sister’s hands. “She was madder’n a trampled rattler. ‘M really not sure why, though. The stranger wasn’ hurtin nobody.” “Yeah, but… they were a magic user,” Elise said hesitantly. “Ma ‘n pa said they’re bad, right?” She shimmied her way down into Theodore’s arms. He let out a soft “oof” as she dropped, but he got her to hit the hay softly. “That… yeah, that’s what they say,” Theodore admitted. “... just… I dunno. I don’t think somethin so intricate ‘n beautiful could be that bad. Ma ‘n pa didn’ say people could do stuff like th’ stranger did with magic. They jus said it’ll make ya inta a lazy monster. I doubt someone lazy would be doin alla those flips.” “And yer sure ya didn’ see any claws or fangs?” Elise asked. He nodded without a thought. “I didn’ see nothin,” he assured her. “But- well, we don’ need to think too hard about it. They’re gone now. I jus thought it was neat.” “Fair ‘nuff,” Elise shrugged. She grabbed a fistful of hay on her way towards the ladder, humming happily to herself. Theodore followed after her, waiting at the top as she climbed down. She looked up at him once her feet hit the floor. “Y’all better hurry down ‘re yer gonna miss the fun this time!” she hollered, waving her handful of hay. Theodore laughed, carefully maneuvering himself over the ladder. “I will, I will! Jus gimme a minute!” he called back. “Scaredy cat!!!” Elise jeered. “Y’all wouldn’ say that if ya fell off the loft like I have!” he shot back. Taking a breath, he stuck one leg off the loft, feeling for the ladder. He didn’t move again until he had a good foothold. He slid himself down to get his hands around the sides, grabbing on tight as his other foot fumbled for the wooden slats. Only once his whole weight was held did he exhale. He sat there for a second just to make sure. Good. Ok. He was ok. Now he just had to scurry on down. All was going well until a sharp voice cut through the cheerful laughs outside. Theodore didn’t notice it at first. He was too busy lowering foot after foot, hand after hand, not wanting to take his eyes off the ladder. Almost down, almost down. He had this. Or, he thought he did. “THEODORE SHERMAN DRAPHT!” The name- his name- was bellowed loud enough to snatch his attention away from the ladder. His head whipped up, body tensing up enough to jerk his grip off of the wood. For one terrifying second, gravity seemed to drag his body away. Theodore’s hands shot out like lightning, snatching the wood so hard he knew he’d given himself splinters. But he didn’t care. He was too busy wondering what he’d done. He glanced skittishly toward the barn doors. A shadow darkened them, hands settled on hips, shoulders hiked up and tense. He knew that pose. Just like he knew the shout that followed it. “THEODORE, GET OUT HERE THIS INSTANT!” Ah. His mother. Theodore felt his stomach settling like a rock in the sea as he hurriedly finished his descent. Oh revaew. What happened now?

Theodore stood in his parents’ room, spine straight and hands clasped behind his back. His shoulders were squared, and he dared not reach his twitching fingers up to smooth his hair down. Even if the rather rough trip in here skewed it all over. And sorting it out would soothe him. He couldn’t move. His father’s disapproving gaze was more paralyzing than any snakebite. That, and he was just trying to last in the burning fury of his mother’s berating. “-came out to see Tyler and Nilo throwing hay at each other with some- some- dirty sorcerer’s words- trying to practice magic on my farm-” she was spitting, gaze searing as a brand. He squirmed a bit, doing his best to keep his eyes on her. It was hard. His gaze flitted across the room every time her voice raised. And when she was angry, she always spoke loud. He waited until she took a breath to pipe up. “I’m- I’m sorry, ma,” he tried, “I didn’ think it’d be a big deal-” “Of course you didn’t,” his mother snapped. “You don’t think about anything.” He winced at that, unable to keep his gaze from skittering to the floorboards. That’s- that wasn’t true. He did think. He’d dithered over telling his siblings for at least a day or two. Even now, he’d only told when they found him out. His fists clenched as his mother continued. “What have we told you about how dangerous magic is?! About how not to let it spread?!” “I- y’all said it’s bad fer us,” he mumbled, “bad fer everyone, a-an we should stay away.” “Exactly. An’ that shoulda been the end of it,” his mother snarled. “So why in the hell were y’all tellin yer siblings about what y’all saw in town?!” “I- it didn’- I jus- they- w-we were jus-” “What’ve we told you about thinking your sentences through before you speak?” his father sighed. Theodore clamped his mouth shut. Think, don’t just stammer, y’all oughta know better, he chided himself. He took a shaky breath, trying not to focus on how his mother’s foot tapped, and his father’s fingers drummed. Eventually, he forced his eyes to meet theirs again. “It… It didn’ look like magic t’me,” he explained slowly. “There was nothin threatenin. I didn’ even realize it was magic till the stranger said so.” “You… didn’t realize it was magic?” his mother echoed, disbelief dripping off her tongue. “N-no, ma’am,” he mumbled. He felt his cheeks grow hot as she scoffed. “Like- Like I said, I didn’ see anythin scary, ‘er any’a the stuff you’n pa said to look out for.” No darkness. No laziness. No monsters. No traps or snares or brambles. Nothing like what they’d been drilling into him since he could crawl. Just someone having fun flipping around and making towers of golden smoke. Which, yeah, that was magic. He believed it. But why in Revaew’s wide world did their description of “magic” not line up? Not one thing they’d told him to sniff out magic had helped him in town. It wasn’t even remotely scary. What right did they have to drag him from a danger that wasn’t even there? A thought popped hastily into his head. It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. “Have y’all even seen magic for yerselves, anyway?” Theodore’s hand ached to swipe up and cover his mouth. He wanted those words back. He wanted them back now. It was a good question- the right question- but with the way his parents’ faces flickered from incredulous to outraged... Shit. He needed to watch himself. “Have we- have we ever- ever seen-” his mother sputtered. “Theodore, that’s not your place to ask,” his father said harshly. “We’d know magic when we see it. It looks like what we’ve told you. End of story.” “But- but that’s not what I saw!” Theodore blurted. He cursed himself again, but he needed the words out. “I saw somethin’ that was pretty ‘n careful ‘n delicate, nothin like lazy destruction or evil monsters! Y’all- y’all saw what they did too, magic isn’t like that!” “It is like that, and it is what happened in town,” his father insisted, scowl deepening. “You were there, Debora. You saw it yourself.” “I did,” she nodded, “and it was jus as nasty as I thought. The sorcerer musta done somethin to our eyes so it seemed different, that’s all.” Theodore’s train of thought hit a snag in the tracks. Wait. Their eyes? What? Where did that factor in? They were just doin’ smoky tower magic, nothin happened to our eyes. They didn’ even do magic in our direction. He opened his mouth to protest, but his mother cut him off. “Revaew, look at em- that daggum filthy wizard has- has bewitched our son,” she spat. She swept her hand in his direction, earning a flinch and a step back. “He ain’t seein any sense! What’re we gonna do with ‘em?!” “... give him time, Debora,” his father said. “Spells don’t last forever.” He hadn’t moved, arms still crossed and gaze still harsh. But there was a menacing glimmer in his eye. The second he saw it mirrored in his mother, he felt as if the room became an icebox. A beat of silence passed. Theodore swallowed down more words that bubbled up, watching as his parents exchanged a look. He stood stock still and quiet. If you asked him later, he’d say he could swear he felt frost climbing up his legs. “... y’all’re not ta speak of magic again,” his mother finally said. “Not so long as y’all live in this house.” “Not to your siblings, your friends, yourself, anyone,” his father added. “Magic- all magic- is a curse. If we see y’all spreadin around that sorcerer’s hex again, yer gonna be worse than grounded,” his mother said curtly. “Understood?” Though his mind churned and bucked, crying mutiny and injustice, Theodore forced himself to nod. “Ya swear it?” his mother pressed. “I… I-I swear it,” Theodore choked out. As the words left him, the tension in his father’s shoulders eased, and his mother’s brow smoothed. Approval at last. He tried to ignore the frozen bile in the back of his throat. “We gotta talk to yer siblings still, but yer free ta go,” his mother said. “Remember what we talked about, Theodore,” his father warned. “I... I will, pa. Don’ worry,” Theodore mumbled. He couldn’t leave the room fast enough.

Nilo, Tyler, and Elise all stood against the wall in the hallway. Though their faces begged for reassurance, he couldn’t meet their eyes. He just let his feet carry him through the house, gaze glued to the floor. When he opened the door, it was glued to the grass. Then the dirt path. Then the floor of the barn. Though his body shook with barely acknowledged fear, he clambered up the ladder and back into the loft. It was only when he tucked himself into a dark, high corner that he finally let himself think. Questions swirled and lashed in his head, each more pointed than the last. Why couldn’t he tell people about what he saw? Why didn’t the magic look like they said? Why did they insist his eyes were wrong? Why had his mother called him bewitched when he tried to say they were wrong? Did they even know magic at all? Were they trying to hide things? He didn’t know. He didn’t know. He didn’t have answers, and the more he thought, the more frustrated he got. By the time he felt tears trickling down his cheeks, he knew he had to make some kind of decision. Even if the idea scared him. Taking a shaky breath, Theodore scrubbed the tears from his face. He unfolded himself from the corner he’d crammed himself in. Dropping lightly to the hay, he strode over to his hidden nook. The floorboards creaked under his hands as he reached for his journal. The beat up cover looked ready to fall apart. But it’d persevered this long. It still held so much precious knowledge. It could still hold more. Just like him. Theodore sat down in the middle of the loft, scribbling away once again. Though this time, an air of purpose surrounded him. A flame of determination lit his thoughts, illuminating the words on the page. If his parents weren’t gonna tell him the truth about magic, he’d find it out himself. ‘Anyone can use magic, kid,’ the stranger’s words echoed. ‘Even you. You just gotta dig for it.’ Dig is just what I’ll do, Theodore thought. I had a bad landin. Not so much on my feet. But I can learn. I will learn. And I’m gonna hit the ground running.

#afw #a familiar world #afw chapter #my story #arty writes #journal sherman drapht #woooooo #i keep having too much fun writing scenes slkdjfs #for the record i think it comes across well!#i jus... get excited LKSDJDFK #n e way #poor journ has a mixed bag of a time here :')#we do get the first mention of his nickname tho! so! progress :D #lsdkjfskl hope y'all enjoy-

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cdyssey · 4 years ago

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“The Idea of North” Reactions:

Episode 1

Omg, they went all out on Mrs. Coulter’s apartment.

Cries at Mrs. Coulter looking at Lyra with such a conflicted expression as she plays on her bed. Wtf, Ruth Wilson. 😭

AUgh, Roger hugging Billy. These are two of the cutest little boys ever, omg.

“I slept out there every other Sunday.” / “No, you didn’t.” / “I did!” And then Mrs. C fondly laughs. 😭😭😭

“I’ve never been sure about them. Heights. I could never get away from the occasional urge to jump.” JESUS CHRIST.

(Because fundamentally, so many of Marisa’s actions are about self-destruction.)

“Lyra, look around this room. How many women do you see? In every room, there are those that would belittle you. With my help, they won’t lay a scratch on you.” || I’m glad that the show is tackling the extreme misogyny in Lyra’s world.

“Lyra, I won’t let you down.” Lmao, sure, Jan.

OH, the LYRA AND MRS. COULTER BATH SCENE. The specific detail of the monkey looking away. The way she strokes Lyra’s face so tenderly. And how Pan, and of course, Lyra by extension, starts to notice some of the danger behind Mrs. C’s words...

“She’s nice. She treats me nice. Don’t we deserve to have nice things? For once?” And we’re shown shots of Mrs. C staring sadly at the empty bathtub. God.

“No one’s ever said I could be extraordinary before.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Wow, the glare she gives the monkey when she sees him staring at her.

GSHSJSS, the show does anything it can to make sure it doesn’t have to show minor and extra character’s dæmons.

But man, how I adore how it’s fleshing out unseen moments from the book: a lot of Lyra and Mrs. Coulter’s time together, Farder Coram and John Faa trying to find Billy, Roger and Billy in captivity. A good adaptation of a show doesn’t change big parts of its mythos; it adds to that mythos to expand it in new and exciting ways.

While they’ve been in London, Lyra and Mrs. C have matched in shades of blue. 👀

YO, the monkey growling under the table when Lyra mentions Dust, and Pan noticing. I love seeing the complexities of the dæmons.

Lyra lying so effortlessly to Mrs. Coulter is A+, but the bad part already established is that Mrs. C, liar extraordinaire, can tell when her kid is lying.

God, Ma Costa’s grief.

Oh, fuck off, show, don’t make me cry this early. 😭

John Faa comforting her. Man, the way he grabs her hand. The both of them are so good.

HHHHHHH, THE MONKEY BEING SO FAR AWAY FROM MRS. COULTER. DAMN.

This long, dark hallway shot of Mrs. Coulter slowly approaching in a white dress is exquisitely creepy.

GOD, HER SLAPPING THE MONKEY. JESUS.

“We need to crossss.” Boreal’s actor adding a hissing quality to his words is such a nice touch.

Oooh, we’re already getting Will’s world???

HAHSJS, I love the parking tickets he has.

Marisa’s legit turning on all her charms for Father MacPhail.

Goddamn, that bug dæmon landing on the priest dude’s head is terrifying.

Marisa Coulter is enraged by what the Magisterium is threatening to do to her, and she’s about to take it all out on Lyra.

“I wasn’t angry.” / “And you still are.” Like her mother, Lyra knows a liar when she sees one.

Wow, she was about to walk away and leave it be, but then she stayed. (Because she can never get away from the occasional urge to jump.)

FUCK OFF, MARISAASAA. AUGH. THE MONKEY JUMPING ON PAN.

JESUS, AND SHE JUST STANDS THERE SO CALMLY.

“HE’S A FAILURE OF A MAN AND A FAILURE OF A FATHER.” HOT EFFING DAMN.

“He... he’s my father. Isn’t he?” I’m going to fucking cry.

“My mother... who is she?” / “Could have been anyone.” Oh, my go d. Why are you lik e this

“Couldn’t protect a painting if it was drawn on the walls.” SJSJSJSHS.

“Our origins don’t define us,” Mrs. Coulter says, tears standing in her eyes. “It’s what we do with what we have.” // She says, but fundamentally, she doesn’t apply it to herself.

“Please leave me alone.” / And then nodding, Mrs. Coulter actually does it. Wow.

And they both sink to the floor away from each other. I’m losing my mind. This acting is so good.

AUGH, THE GOLDEN COMPASS MOVING. LET’S GO!!

I love that Boreal and this Thomas dude are just talking about dæmons in the non-magical world in, like, a coffee shop.

Mrs. Coulter is trying to lie about Roger still being in Oxford, and Lyra is not having it. Go, girl.

“You’re lying.” God, I love her.

The parallel shots of Lyra desperately trying to open a grate while Mrs. Coulter angrily slams a sliding door shut. 😭 This show really knows how to put moments side by side.

GOD, that smile Mrs. C gives the stolen children. JESUS.

OH, GOD, BOLVANGAR TIME.

Mrs. Coulter meeting Roger and realizing it.

AUGH, the burning letters. This scene made me gasp aloud in the book.

Ma’am, you suck!

HHHH, THE TENSION OF HER TRYING TO GET BACK TO HER ROOM BEFORE THE LIFT MAKES IT UP.

HHH, she makes it.

Oh, my God. The monkey softly petting Pan.

I hate this show. It’s making me feel things.

Damn, that turquoise suit on Boreal.

Oh, the journalist!!!!!

This poor, traumatized child. Not only has she learned that her parents aren’t really dead and her uncle is actually her father, but now she learns that Mrs. C is not only an asshole, but a child-stealing asshole.

HHHHH, LYRA ON THE BUILDING LEDGE. I KNOW IT’S NOT REAL AND I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, BUT STILL.

Mrs. Coulter’s expression when she realizes that Lyra’s gone. HHH, give Ruth Wilson all the awards.

WAIT, WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO WITH ADELE???

HE JUST EFFING KILLED HER.

Lyra sitting in the dark, terrified. God.

“I liked her, Pan.” 😭😭😭

THE HELL? A GOBBLER?!

Okay, but I low key think it’s John Faa setting a trap bc of the hat the dude’s wearing, haha.

What an amazing episode.

#lyra silvertongue #marisa coulter #roger parslow #lord boreal #his dark materials #f: his dark materials #maggie blogs

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imagine-being-straight · 5 years ago

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I wrote a parrlyn fic for the amazing @politics-notmything as part of their parrlyn fluff contest. I hope you guys find this fic enjoyable!

Word Count: 1315

When Cathy woke up from her much-needed slumber she almost forgot what today was. It was any other Tuesday for anyone else, but for Cathy, it was her one year anniversary dating Anne. Just the mere thought of her brought a dopey smile to Cathy’s face. Cathy knows for a fact if Anna saw her like this so early in the morning she would give her so much shit over this, but Cathy couldn’t bring herself to care. It’s their one year anniversary for goodness sake.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and went to get dressed so she could be ready for her day. She could already feel the excitement for the day fill her body as she got dressed. Her normal nervousness was even playing nice today as it hadn’t even formed yet.

She chose to dress a tad nicer than she normally did which wasn’t that hard considering her normal apparel was hoodies and sweatpants. A white button-up with blue suspenders and navy pants would do. Is she overdressed for today? Probably, but you gotta dress to impress after all. She puts on her glasses and mentally calms herself so she doesn’t melt like the useless gay she is the second she sees Anne.

As she walked down the stairs she immediately noticed how quiet the house was. Considering the fact that six women lived in one house and all of them would be awake by now made this is a very uncommon sight. She couldn’t even hear Lina and Anne's daily bickering which is highly unusual as their morning bickering became almost routine to her.

Once she got to the bottom floor she noticed two things. One, everyone but Anne had left the house evident by their shoes missing from the front door. Two, Anne was cooking chocolate chip pancakes, Cathy’s favorite, in the kitchen and was facing away from Cathy. Cathy, the sap she is, immediately took advantage of this and carefully snuck behind Anne before hugging her from behind. She felt Anne jump a bit before sinking right into Cathy’s embrace.

Cathy let out a chuckle before saying, “Good morning my love. Nice to see brunch is almost all done all thanks to you.”

“Good morning mon ange. How’d you sleep?” Anne responds while flipping over the last pancake.

“I slept wonderfully dear, but I wish it could’ve been with you,” Cathy says while nuzzling Anne’s neck.

“You know for a fact Lina won’t let us sleep together alone in a bedroom. She thinks we’re gonna fuck the moment we’re alone.” Anne responds with a playful grin.

“Actually that reminds me, where are the others? They’re usually mingling around the house at this time of day.” Cathy asks while looking around the room.

“Oh yeah, I got them to leave for the afternoon. Apparently they didn’t want to see us be all sappy with each other.” Anne responds while giving a fond roll of her eyes.

“Ah okay. By the way, before I forget, happy one year my love.” Cathy says, her face now nestled right into the side of Anne’s neck.

“Happy one year to you as well mon ange.” Anne chuckles before continuing, “As much as I’d like to stay in this position we do gotta eat before the pancakes get cold.”

Cathy lets out a huge whine much to Anne’s amusement and reluctantly lets go of Anne to eat brunch. They set up the table for brunch and once Anne properly sees Cathy’s outfit she lets out a long “Damn” and eyes her up and down dramatically. Cathy playfully bumps her shoulder before turning back to her food.

Brunch passes by with little notable to offer other than the two holding hands and flirting with each other the entire time. They clean their dishes before moving up to Anne’s room to cuddle and watch Netflix together. As they cuddle they decide that it's best they exchange their anniversary gifts now rather than later as the other queens would arrive back in a few hours.

Cathy had left Anne’s room temporarily so they could both grab their gifts and as she stood outside Anne’s door she nervously shuffled in place. She’s holding the poem she made for Anne and logically knows Anne will love it no matter what, but that doesn’t stop her from worrying about Anne not liking it. She sighs before mentally preparing herself for failure no matter how unlikely it is.

Cathy opens the door to the sight of Anne lying on the bed looking through a flipbook before quickly hiding it once she sees Cathy. Cathy notices Anne changed out of her pajamas into a light blue crop top that she stole from Cathy a few weeks ago, covered by an unbuttoned dark green flannel matched with dark green jeans. Cathy flashes a nervous smile at Anne before sitting down on Kat’s bed right across from Anne. Anne sits up also flashing a nervous smile matching Cathy’s one.

They both sit in awkward silence for a bit before Cathy clears her throat and begins to speak. “I uhh. I made a poem for you and I hope you like it.”

Cathy gives Anne the poem and starts to fiddle with her suspenders not making eye contact with Anne. Anne lets out a small chuckle at this and opens the folded piece of paper to read Cathy’s poem.

Irises brighter than the shiniest emerald

Laughs more heavenly than an angel’s song

Optimism through all troubles no matter how big

Vivacious spirit unrivaled by anyone in the land

Enchanting to all in both spirit and personality

Yearning for you pulls at my heart every moment

Oh how could I not be a fool in love for you

Ultimately you bring me more joy that exists in this galaxy

Anne lets out a small “Aw” once finishing the poem and wraps Cathy in a big old hug.

“Mon ange this poem is so cute and I love it so much. I’m gonna treasure it until my dying day.” Anne says before peppering kisses all over Cathy’s embarrassed face.

“It’s not that amazing my love.” Cathy bashfully states while very much embarrassed by Anne’s praise and kisses.

“It’s amazing mon ange. Now open your hands so I can give you the flipbook I made for you.” Anne states before dramatically pulling out the flipbook she hid from Cathy when she opened the door.

Cathy giggles at her girlfriend’s antics and allows Anne to give her the flipbook. The cover has a devil and an angel facing apart with darkness all around them. Cathy flips through the book and watches as the devil walks around aimlessly in the dark before spotting light. The devil moves toward the light and sees an angel that has the same hairstyle as Cathy. They embrace and when they do the darkness starts to fade away. They walk together while holding hands and as they walk more darkness disappears. The back of the flipbook has the devil and the angel holding hands and facing each other with the darkness almost impossible to see.

Cathy looks up to Anne with tears in her eyes and Anne says “You always make the darkness go away mon ange.”

Cathy tackles Anne into a hug knocking her onto the ground while Cathy just tells her how much of a sap she is and how much she loves her all while crying. Anne starts crying too at Cathy’s kind words and holds Cathy as they both cry together, both of them telling each other how much they love them. Anne tries to wipe away the tears on Cathy’s face before she moves Cathy’s head so their foreheads are touching.

Once they make eye contact Anne fondly staring into Cathy’s eyes says, “I love you.”

Cathy staring back into her eyes lovingly responds, “I love you too.”

#six the musical #six the musical fanfic #parrlyn #parrleyn #cathrine parr #anne boleyn #fluff #writing #parrlyn fluff contest

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obscure-sentimentalist · 5 years ago

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Old enough boys, 10

Word prompt: Misunderstanding

Part of the Old enough ‘verse

April 2010

Tommy wakes—mouth feeling like an old, musty sock has taken up residence—to what sounds like a sledgehammer slamming into concrete.

“For the headache,” is all Connor says as he releases his grip on the water glass now on the coffee table. Without even sparing a glance at Tommy (who surely looks like death hungover and blackmail picture-perfect), he slaps two Aspirin down next to the glass and turns on his heel to vanish into the kitchen.

Letting out a pitiful groan, Tommy slowly peels his cheek free from one of the pleather cushions on his brother’s couch before flapping a hand blindly over the coffee table to find the deposited goods. His fingers catch on the rim of the glass and almost send its contents spilling over, but his reflexes aren’t so impaired that he can’t stop it. The medicine is much easier to track down, and the pills are tossed back with the water right as his brain begins making dial-up noises and coming back online.

Ugh, whatever (or however much) he drank last night was one of the stupider choices Tommy’s made in a while—probably not since…

Well. It’s been a long time.

Cracking his neck in chorus with a loud, obnoxious yawn, Tommy lumbers into the kitchen as the heavy scent of warm bread and bacon hits his nose. It’s just greasy and edible-smelling enough to confirm that today’s breakfast comes courtesy of Gotham’s finest sandwich stand.

“I was about to say, if I came in here to a stack of those dirty kitchen sponges you call pancakes, I was going to call in the hazardous waste team,” Tommy admits, unceremoniously collapsing into the open chair and snatching a bundle of egg, cheese, and bacon-stuffed goodness. “Seriously, I don’t know how you manage to determine the medication and dose size needed to treat actual people, yet you can’t handle a breakfast classic off a recipe.”

Connor just glowers at him from the other side of the table, taking a deep swig of his coffee and remaining silent.

Tommy can feel the frost wafting off of his twin, though, and scrambles to sit upright and at attention. This is about more than Connor’s oft-toxic cooking now.

“What’s… are you…” Tommy fumbles, not sure how to broach the subject. Then, finally, shoulders hunching and voice resigned: “What did I do?”

He’s been on the receiving end of that look too many times—from peers, flings, and, most of all, his father—to deny that fault lies squarely on his shoulders. And it figures that he’s added insult to injury in that he was just plastered enough last night to have forgotten whatever he’s done to upset his brother.

But Connor takes one look at him and sets down his mug, shaking his head as the tension leaches out of his body. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.” He kicks back his chair and starts to move towards the fridge. “You’re not up for coffee yet, so your choices are either juice or…”

Tommy’s fist meets the tabletop before his brain catches up to him. “Dammit, Connor!” he snaps, turning a bleary-eyed glare on his brother. “You don’t get to pull this with me, not when you’re the one always validating how I’m feeling. Guess what, dingbat, it’s a two-way street, and if I owe you an apology, I’d like to know it!”

If anything, the outburst sufficiently makes his brother pause, closing the refrigerator door and turning back to Tommy with his arms crossed. “Dingbat?” he repeats, eyebrow arched and voice barely smothering his rising amusement.

Tommy rolls his eyes. “Excuse me for not wanting to infringe on your territory of calling me ‘asshole’ and other variants.”

“No, no, I thought it was a creative choice,” Connor defends, flapping one hand as his lips twitch in a losing battle to keep his composure. “Very…” he clears his throat, “middle school.”

Tommy sighs, letting his head dangle over the back of his chair as he leans it back on two legs. “Yeah, well, I have a lot of ground to cover on the juvenile insults, after so many ye-….”

Man, I’m so glad I grew up as an only child.

The words come at him from under the heavy fog that coats most of last night, and Tommy jerks bolt upright, nearly knocking both the chair and himself over.

Oh, yeah, assuming that he didn’t give an explanation for the phrasing, that would do it.

“Connie,” he starts, slipping into the annoying nickname with an unusual seriousness that it immediately draws his brother’s attention. “You… you know that I’m really glad we found each other, right?”

Connor’s brow furrows and his mouth pops open just slightly, but he thinks better of saying anything and just nods.

“Great,” Tommy acknowledges, before his thumb and index finger come up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “And… you know that I sometimes don’t have the best grasp on what I’m saying until it’s too late.”

“Understatement,” his brother murmurs, before speaking up with a clearer, “Yes.”

Dropping his hand, Tommy blows out a deep breath and stands up, both twins now on the same level and seeing eye-to-eye. “So, with those factors in mind, it’s fair to say that I didn’t exactly phrase my gratitude in the best way last night.”

Connor’s arms are still crossed, but the look in his eyes and the tilt of his head are a clear invitation to continue.

“Look, if we actually grew up together, do you think we’d be anywhere near as close as adults?” Tommy asks, motioning a hand between the two of them. “Honestly, I feel like you’d have tried to kill me at least twelve times over by now out of annoyance because I’d have provoked you, and we’d either hate each other for years or just… grow apart.”

“You feel like we found each other when we needed each other, and only then,” Connor reads between the lines. “And you’re glad that, ah, growing up alone made you more receptive to gaining a sibling later in life.”

“Quit giving me reasons why you should do the talking from now on,” Tommy warns, playfully jabbing a finger just short of Connor’s nose, before shrugging. “But yeah, more or less.”

That earns a small yet fond smile. “Then I’m sorry for misunderstanding.”

Tommy scoffs. “I’m sorry for thinking I was articulate enough to get that across after more than a few beers.” With a grin, he throws his arms wide. “Hug it out and call it even?”

“Deal,” Connor agrees with a false nonchalance, as if Tommy isn’t already aware of how much of a hug monster his twin is.

They match each other in strength of grip, both hoping to convey exactly how much they care about and are appreciative of each other. That said, it’s not so tight an embrace that Tommy can’t quickly maneuver his index finger from his tongue to Connor’s ear.

“Augh, are you six?” Connor blurts, rearing back and swiping at his ear in disgust. “Do you have any idea of the bacteria…”

“Nope, but I imagine you do, good Dr. Rhodes,” Tommy quips, taking a smooth yet lengthy step back to make a run for it. “Like I said, lots of ground to cov-…”

The rest of that sentence leaves Tommy’s lungs with all of his air as Connor’s retaliating flying tackle catches him right in the midsection.

#obscure-sentimentalist writes sometimes #tommy merlyn #connor rhodes #merlyn boys #ah I just love writing these two dumbass twins

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antics-pedantic · 4 years ago

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RALLY CO. #4: THE GATE TO WITHIN, PART 1

Dieter was getting on in years. He scrambled to open another bottle of some vigor or tonic promised to grant greater vitality. He went through these quickly—it had been a guilty pleasure of his to indulge in formulas for prolonged youth. But nothing could compare to his true goal: To return to the secret place he had begun his work in. A place on Earth, yet unlike it.

But here he found himself in hiding, at the Harbortown ports. It was not so long ago that he had been in Arcadia, Harbortown’s neighboring concrete jungle of art deco. And Dieter had yet more distance to travel. He had to get overseas, away from here. And after that, an even more tremendous distance the likes of which the world had never known.

“Bumbling oaf!”

Dieter cursed all the while: Money could buy him the strong arm of thugs. But these local toughs were too clumsy for him. Unforgivably so: He was far more forgiving of his creations. Mankind squandered its potential, where his creations only had the capacity to keep learning. And without complaint!

“Be careful with my shipment! One wrong move and everything will be ruined!”

“Cut us some slack, Prof!” wheezed a goon, as they and their gang carefully brought the wide crate down in front of Dieter. “This thing weighs a ton. What’d you get, a new fridge?”

“Hardly. Once it’s assembled we’ll be home free.”

The thing in the crate was an archaic archway. The goons were more than a little annoyed at this bout of admiring archaeological findings: They had been expecting something more obviously capable of helping them out of their present situation. That is, until Dieter had started to use his instruments to toy with the stones. The tracing of his instruments over the stones revealed etched grooves. Symbols patterned into each face of the archway’s stones rather than alphabetic characters. Patterns that Dieter had studied for some time now.

“Dieter Leistung…”

Even in his anger, the voice that Dr. Dieter Leistung heard now gave him chills. He turned to look in every direction. But could not pinpoint the source of the sound. Nor could his hired goons, who were getting to be on high alert. A prankster would hardly pose a threat to such a watchful bunch.

But this was no prankster. It was however, one of those times where misdirection made bedfellows of folks and foolishness: For the sting of .45 caliber bullets knocked away any melee weapon or firearm that might have been brandished.

“Justice finds you, Doctor.” the voice from no discernable direction continued.

“Impossible! Though I abandoned my work, I left no trail!” thundered Leistung.

The voice offered laughter. Mocking laughter.

“Think of me as the guilty conscience you thought yourself above having. Ever-watching, ever-judging.”

A fist lashed out to send one of Dieter Leistung’s men a couple of steps back. It wasn’t an immediate knockout. But it had them startled, ready to lash out at the first sign of another person close-by. It served to scatter them, despite their boasts to the darkness. If the shadows did not heed them, would they fare any better with their vigilante tormentor?

“An extra thousand to the man who can gut The Junker!”

Leistung set about introducing some chemicals and copper wiring to set points on the gate and activating a portable generator. All the while behind him, several of his thugs were knocked around, fighting with their phantom foe. They scored a few punches but only blindly so, never with consistency.

“I’ve got him!” one goon exclaimed, gesturing to a white scarf he’d grabbed. “Someone grab the tommy gun while I’ve got him all choked up!”

Another goon dived for the weapon that they’d been disarmed of earlier, preparing to fire. They caught the briefest glimpse of a raven-haired figure in an aviator’s jacket, the white scarf, and goggles. Goggles whose lenses gave off a light green glow. Even for the darkly colored ensemble, this hardly seemed a figure that should have been able to escape their sight. And yet he did, along with all the other senses.

“AUGH!”

A swift motion from two gloved hands locked the arm that had held the scarf. What few features of the mystery man that were visible only offered a minute displeasure at having his breathing briefly constricted. This prompted the goon with the tommy gun to cut loose, showering the area ahead with gunfire. The bullets stopped abruptly following two clicks: One of the submachine gun’s ammo drum being suddenly removed, and the second being as the goon reflexively continued to shoot. At least, until he was hit in the mouth with his own ammo drum.

The Junker loomed over this body, drawing his dual pistols once again to threaten Leistung. But the mad doctor was already going through the archway, as a shimmering effect occurred in the space beneath and between the stone archway that caused his disappearance, before the generator shorted out and damaged the arch.

But, that wasn’t to say the Junker lacked for an idea as to where Leistung was going. Junker did after all, recognize the patterns of the archway…

Elsewhere, world-renowned occult detective Solomon Callahan awoke from his slumber. He had recalled that he’d traveled to the markets of Morocco after some such artifact or trinket of interest. Perhaps inquire about any local issues with the paranormal, or other exceptional forces that might have been troubling folks. And he did so with the company of his students, all of whom drew closer and closer to being professionals under his guiding influence.

Almost all of them, at least. Solomon didn’t wish to dwell on that, at this moment where there was little he could do about the past. Not when he was needed here and now as a guide. To put forth all his learned skill as a mystic to use against the forces of evil, as was the trade of investigators and explorers—the noble adventurer.

“Monsieur Callahan, are you well?”

Where Solomon’s hair turned snow white from stress, Katrina Kafka’s hair was more of a silver, accented by her favorite red hairband. Her eyes and complexion were like the paled terror of one who appeared haunted. But in spite of that, the former Parisian inhabitant had traveled overseas with her mentor to stay with him while she honed her psychic abilities.

“I can’t hide much from you, can I dear?” chuckled Solomon.

But Katrina shook her head. “This is not being the most ideal state, let alone just before important actions are to be taken. And I know it is made worse, by hearing of the Junker.”

Solomon frowned.

“That vindicator is all the way back in Arcadia, stateside. I can only hope he’s not stirring the proverbial hornet’s nest.”

“Yes, but—”

Katrina meant to ask Solomon more about his ties to the mystery man, before there came a familiar pair of dueling voices: Returning to their shared hostel were two lively sorts: A tall, umber-skinned woman whose pockets were lined with a couple of test tubes, and her shorter companion who might have passed for an escaped orangutan with his messy reddish-brown head of hair and full side-burns about his round cheeks.

“And I say to ye again, Ez!” bellowed cryptozoologist Tycho Gallagher. “That ye be missin’ out on some mighty fine Turkish coffee. That ladle-thing set in the hot sand. Makes for a stronger drink than most sell it as such elsewhere.”

“And I say to you, my hirsute accomplice.” spat emininent bio-chemist Esmerelda “Ez” Broughton. “You may enjoy your deplorable bean waters without bringing me into it! Just as I was set to find fine fabrics with which I might set upon making my own fashions. Katrina dear, I’m so sorry that Tycho prevented me from finding a proper souvenir!”

“Th-that is quite alright, Esmerelda!” chuckled Katrina, nervously. “Might we perhaps resume our original goal first?”

“Yeah well, I don’t see much stock in it.” said Tycho, as he stuck a tongue out at Ez. “Shooing a lion from a movie theater was all the action I got to see. Nary a true disturbance by cryptid or any other manner of monster. I shoulda stayed back in Arcadia and continued at the university!”

“Indeed, save us the trouble.” Ez playfully jabbed, as was her custom with Tycho. The two were always friends beneath the taunting. “I for one, have done splendidly on my analysis and restoration of artifacts. Say, has anyone seen Felix?”

Felix Basra was a very serious Pakistani woman, in training since adolescence to become a detective like her aunt Malika, or Solomon. Versed in the martial arts, preferring the use of a hooked rod known as the jutte, perfect for catching blades and striking foes bluntly. And maybe, Felix also had taken to leadership well. For it was her efforts that brought together and now kept alive the adventuring alliance known as the Rally Company. She was following in the tradition Solomon and his colleagues had begun, righting wrongs and using specialized knowledge and skills to tackle strange situations.

And that included this one, in which she had personally set about finding back alley leads on the crime cult of the Golden Shadow. A supposed necromancer, but for certain a gangster of mystery. Felix specifically wanted revenge against the assassin that injured her aunt, forcing her out of investigative work. Felix owed this to her after Malika cared for her like Felix was her own daughter.

She deftly avoided the thrust of several daggers, their steel clanging against that of her jutte. The battle was back and forth for a time until finally not one, but two of her would-be slayers erred and got their blades caught on the hook of the jutte. A strong twist later, they were disarmed of their knives. The remainder sought to throw their blades, Felix just barely catching their glint in the light as she drew her revolver and fired. When the gunsmoke cleared, every cheap hitman in the room had been subdued.

“The Golden Shadow. Who are his most favored assassins?!” demanded Felix, huffing all the while from her exertion, as well as her anxiety over finding answers.

“We don’t know! They come and go so swiftly through our neutral grounds.”

“And outside of it?”

“Fool! Rival assassins are at each other’s throats all the time. Any who might know would never live to tell the tale.”

“Then why did your lot work so intently on those?”

The assassin turned: Nearby was a large set of large, lidded vases. And Felix pointed to them, seemingly for no reason.

“Have you gone mad?”

“When I walked in it was the only container with holes drilled into the lid.”

Just then, the container in question tipped over and was smashed open to reveal a fellow wearing a poncho over surplus military gear.

“You oaf…” grunted the assassin. “I can’t believe we paid him so much to come here—AGH!"

Felix shoved aside the assassin to address the foreign mercenary.

“The mercenary, Duke Luke, I presume?”

The man threw his poncho at Felix in the hopes it would give him the chance to get up to his feet. He lunged, trying to go for a pistol hidden under a desk. Felix dived for cover behind a sofa, revolver in hand. Duke Luke was at a disadvantage: He was afraid. If Felix hadn’t gotten such a workout from fighting off those assassins just now, she might have captured the mercenary by now.

“Give it up. Even if these killers weren’t writhing in pain, I’ve smashed your illusion.”

“The hell you have! I’m a soldier of fortune. I’ve fought in conflicts around the world!”

“Mm. And always lived to tell about it. You’re a smart little chicken, aren’t you?”

Duke Luke roared. He emerged from his hiding spot to fire. There were only a couple reports from his weapon, bullets drilling through the furniture Felix was behind as she gave off an anguished cry. Duke Luke’s laughter was boisterous, as he approached to confirm his kill. So boisterous that he almost missed the sound of Felix’s foot kicking the gun from his hand.

“Damn you! I’m going to make it out of here! They swore it!”

“Swear all you want, Duke. You’re going to tell me all about your time as an employee of the Golden Shadow.”

Felix finally had a lead. This was it! While the rest of Rally Co. had managed to find the artifact being smuggled, she had pressed the possibility that the Golden Shadow’s gang was behind this caper. She did have to wonder why Solomon was not as forthcoming with that information as he should have been though.

And then a velociraptor broke through a padlocked door.

Duke Luke screamed, Felix’s own vocal chords freezing in fear. She turned her gun to fire, grazing the beast. Duke Luke saw something in the room it emerged from, and sprinted towards it while Felix rolled out of the path of the raptor, adrenaline pushing her to avoid its tooth-and-nail attacks, as she received a few fresh cuts and some spots on her jacket were torn. Finally, Felix forced a chair into the jaw of the beast, before running into the room after Duke Luke.

And there stood the carved stones in an arch, not unlike the one she’d seen the Golden Shadow attempt to use not so long ago. Within the center of the arch was a shimmering light that also seemed to move like the surface of troubled waters. She could make out greens—even purples and other shades of jungle foliage along with craggy rocks and dimly lit tunnels. There she saw Duke Luke sprinting with no regard for his own safety.

The wooden chair Felix had used to stave off the velociraptor was broken to splinters. The dinosaur charged ahead at her, aiming to whip her with its tail. Felix dived to the side as the tail lashed upon the stone arch, with sufficient force to damage it as it stumbled through the portal just before it closed.

Felix would have to find the nearest payphone or teletype: The others had to get here immediately to examine this before it was too late. The trail couldn’t end here, and perhaps it was leading to something bigger.

#Rally Co.#Rally Co. 4 #Web Fiction #Antics-Pedantic

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kiddoryder · 5 years ago

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Little Jemima

For @anitoonzforever enjoy!

P.S. Jemima is from The Promise Neverlands and that who she wanted to be in the story

On Earth inside a shopping mall; Gary, Avocato, and Quinn were in town doing some shopping. They needed some things for the ship and themselves. Right now they were in the snack aisle looking for some cookies for Gary.

Gary - “ I'm thinking of getting either macadamia cookies or iced oatmeal

Avocato - *smirks* “You really like cookies, don't you?”

Gary - *smirk* “Don't deny me my passion, buddy! And you keep drinking all the milk we get.”

Avocato - *offended* “Hey, I can't help it! It helps my bones become stronger and calm my mind.”

Gary - “Yeah and that’s not different from a cat.”

Quinn - *chuckled* “Okay you two we still gotta keep shopping.”

One they got finished and load their groceries into the car, they hear a sound.

Avocato - “Hey. Did you hear that?”

Gary - “Hear what?”

They heard that noise again. This time it was slightly louder.

Quinn - “It sounds like it from the bushes!”

They see a dog run out. Much to their relief and dismay at the same time.

Gary - “Oh, it's just a dog. Too bad we can’t get a pet dog cause of Avocato.”

Avocato - “First of all, you know I’m not a dog person. Second of all, it wasn’t that. It's a different sound. Like...a child crying.”

They began to hear the child crying noise again. It was slightly louder.

Quinn - “We better go find the child!”

The start to search for the sound until they come across a little girl with dark skin and big, oval-shaped dark brown eyes & has curly black hair which she slicks back into a low bun. She is standing by herself near an alley and is crying her eyes out while people are just walking past her. Her clothes were also white but also dirty since it has dirt and some holes on it.

Quinn - “It's a little girl…”

The little girl was still crying, and the people were ignoring her. This made the guys sympathize with her especially Gary since he knows what it’s like to be homeless.

Avocato - “Poor little thing.”

Gary - “Think she's lost?”

Quinn - “I don't know she could be.”

Then they heard some growling and saw a bigger scarier dog. The dog was slowly walking the girl like if he wanted to attack her. Hearing the growling, the girl turns to see the dog but she's too scared to move. Just when the dog was about to attack, they both heard:

Avocato - “Hey! Back off you mutt!”

Avocato ran toward the dog and he began to tackle the dog to ground.

Gary - “Yeah kick that dogs butt”!

He wrestles with the dog. The dog tried to attack, but Avocato was too strong. Eventually the dog gives up and runs away yelping. Avocato got up and wipe his hands and didn’t even have a scratch on him.

Avocato - “Hm. That'll teach him.”

Then they all saw the little girl was hugging her knees and was still crying.

Quinn - *gently* “Sweetie? Are you alright?”

Gary - “What's the matter?”

The little girl looks up at them but backs away with fear in her eyes. She hid behind empty trash cans.

Avocato - “Easy this one seems a little young.”

Quinn - “It's okay we won't hurt you.”

The child still doesn't come near them as Quinn looks at the others with concern.

Gary - “She must be scared of us.”

Avocato - “Let me try.”

He gets a bit closer to the child and kneels down in front of her. The child whimpers a little in fear.

Avocato - “It's okay. We promise we won't hurt you. We are good people.”

She looks up at him and starts to calm down, but the tears still stream from her face. Avocato then holds his hand out to her.

Avocato - *gently* “Come on. It's okay.”

The little girl smiled and slowly began to walk out from the trash can. She began to shake his hand and it made her smile.

Quinn - “Do you have a name?”

The little girl nodded and wiped her eyes.

Jemima - “J-Jemima…”

Avocato - “That's a nice name. I'm Avocato.”

Quinn - “I'm Quinn Airborne.”

Gary - “And I'm Gary Goodspeed.”

Jemima gives a small smile. These are the nicest people she met in a while.

Avocato - “Are you alone?”

She gives a small nod. This made Avocato, Gary and Quinn sympathize with her more.

Quinn - *sadly* “Oh poor thing.”

Jemima’s lip starts to quiver again and throws her arms around Avocato. He smiles and gently rubs her back.

Avocato - “It's okay it's all right.”

Avocato holds her close and picks her up. Jemima felt a little nervous but at the same time safe. For some strange reason she felt like she can trust these people. Especially Avocato.

Avocato - “Let’s take her home.”

Gary - “Are you sure?”

Avocato - “Gary, she's cold and alone. And she looks a little thin, like she hasn't eaten in days. I can't just leave her out here.”

Quinn - “He's right. Plus this is too dangerous for her to be here by herself. I mean she did almost got attack by a big dog.”

Gary - “Good point. Let's head home.”

()()()()()()()()

They began to walk back to the Crimson Light while Avocato continues to hold Jemima and comfort her. For the first time in her life Jemima felt safe.

Jemima - “Mmm...Thank you…”

Avocato - “Don't you worry, honey. We're gonna take good care of you. I promise.”

Jemima smiles and nestled into his chest. Jemima felt like she already liked Avocato.

Jemima - “You're so warm…”

Avocato smiles and rubs her hair until they reach the ship. While Gary and Quinn get the groceries, Avocato carries Jemima inside.

Gary - *whispers* “Hey, do you think the others will like her?”

Quinn: *smiles* “I'm sure they will.”

They carry the groceries inside just as Avocato sets Jemima down. Jemima eyes widen in amazement on how big it was.

Avocato - “Well here we are.”

Jemima - *amazed* “Wow…”

Gary - “Yep! Amazing isn't it?”

Jemima - “You all live here?”

Gary - “You bet! There are also a few others here, such as-“

Suddenly Kevin pops in front of Jemima, scaring her.

Kevin - “Hi there!”

Jemima screams and dashes under a table. This annoyed Gary since Kevin came at her too quickly.

Gary - *annoyed* “Augh Kevin! You are scaring her!”

Kevin - “Oooh! A little girl! She's so cute hi I'm Kevin!”

Jemima - *scared* “Ahhh! Leave me alone!!”

Gary - “Kevin, go away! She's freaked out enough!”

Kevin - “Why?”

Gary - “Because she hates you like everybody else!”

Kevin - “But kids love me!”

All three - *annoyed* “Just go!!”

Kevin hovers away as they try to get Jemima to come back out. Jemima walked to Avocato still frighten.

Gary - “It's okay the stupid robot is gone now.”

Jemima - “He scares me....”

Quinn - “Oh I know sweetie but it's okay now.”

Gary - “I'm so sorry about that. Kevin doesn't know anything about personal space.”

Jemima - “Mmm…”

Avocato - “But there are other friendly people.”

Jemima - “Like Who?”

Little Cato - “Hey Dad!”

Jemima sees him coming and hides behind Avocato. Little Cato noticed Jemima and said:

Little Cato - “Hey who’s the little girl?”

Gary - “We found her while we were shopping.”

Avocato - “It's okay, sweetheart. This is my son, Little Cato. Little Cato, this is Jemima. She's gonna stay with us for a while.”

Jemima - *shy* “Umm hi…”

Little Cato - *friendly* “It's nice to meet you.”

He held out his hand and even though she hesitated at first but can tell that Little Cato is friendly and isn’t like Kevin. Then Jemima shook his hand and did a little smile.

Jemima - “Thanks…”

Avocato - “She will be staying here with us.”

Little Cato - “That’s fine. I wouldn't mind if you stayed, Jemima.”

Jemima smiles and then Mooncake appears causing her to jump.

Mooncake - “Chookity!”

Jemima - “Ah!”

Gary - “Oh this is Mooncake! He's my best buddy beside Avocato.”

Jemima - *scared* “W-What is he?”

Gary - “The most adorable face higher ever! Mooncake say hello to little Jemima.”

Jemima gets a little closer to Mooncake who looks at her for a moment before giving her a small face hug. Jemima smiles and gave him a hug and can see how harmless he really is.

Jemima - “He is adorable.”

Avocato - “See? He likes you.”

Mooncake - *nods & nuzzles* “Chookity.”

Then they heard a minor explosion in another room. It startled everybody especially Jemima who got scared.

Trina - “Damn it! Not again.”

Jemima - “What was that?!”

Quinn - “It's okay, that's just Trina.”

Jemima - “Trina?”

Gary - “A friend of ours.”

Then Trina came out cover in smoke. She looked frustrated and said:

Trina - “Well it's official: I may fix a lot of things, but I can't fix toasters. How can something so simple can be so hard to fix?”

Trina sees little Jemima hiding behind Quinn. Then she said:

Trina - *confused* “Who’s she?”

Quinn - “This is Jemima. She a new member. Jemima, this is Trina Starlight.”

Jemima - *shyly* “H-Hi…”

Trina - *friendly* “Hi there. *to Gary* She's adorable.”

Little Cato - “Where did you find her?”

Avocato - “She was out in the street all alone.”

Trina - *sadly* “Ohhh.”

Little Cato - “Poor girl.”

Jemima only looks down. Even though they felt bad for her, she felt a bit uncomfortable getting this kind of attention. It was a reminder how alone she was and scared. Then Quinn said:

Quinn - “Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll help take care of you. Also, we better get you cleaned up before dinner.”

Jemima - “Okay.”

Quinn - “I'll go run Jemima a bath while you guys fix diner. Alright?”

Gary - “You got it Quinn!”

They left to the kitchen while Quinn took Jemima to the bathroom to help clean her up.

()()()()()()()()()

Quinn - “I'll start drawing the bath for you.”

Jemima - “Thanks Miss Quinn.”

Quinn - *chuckles* “You're welcome honey, but please just call me Quinn.”

Jemima - *shyly* “Okay…”

Quinn - “So you just been all yourself.”

Jemima - “Well not really....I was with some other kids.”

Quinn - “Oh? And do you know where they are?”

Jemima only looked down and shook her head sadly. That’s when Quinn realize what Jemima’s answer meant.

Quinn - *sadly* “Oh I see.”

Jemima- “We all went somewhere but I got separated and I couldn't find them. I tried to find them in the city, but I kept getting lost and I felt so scared.”

Quinn - “Oh I'm so sorry sweetie.”

Jemima - “Don't be. I feel a little better.”

Quinn - *confused* “Why's that, sweetie?”

Jemima - *happy* “Because I met all of you!”

Quinn - *touched* “Aww that is so sweet honey.”

Jemima - “And you are really nice people that I met in a long time.”

Quinn - *smiles* “Aww you're so sweet. Alright then, ready for your bath?”

Jemima: *nods* “Uh-huh! Is it safe?”

Quinn - “Don't worry the water is warm.”

She helps Jemima get into the bath and gets her cleaned up. Jemima felt relaxed because she felt like she hasn't taken a nice warm bath in a long time. Jemima even got to splash around a bit Quinn just smiled and chuckled to herself finding Jemima adorable. Later, once Jemima was all cleaned and dried off, Quinn takes her into her room and gives Jemima her old pajamas when she was little. Quinn saves her childhood clothes as memories of her parents but decide Jemima needs them more than her.

Quinn - “I hope they fit you.”

Jemima - *smiles* “Yeah they do. Thank you and they are really soft.”

Quinn - “You're welcome and you can keep them if you want.”

Jemima - “Thank you...What do you guys do around here.”

Quinn - “Well other than going into space and endangering ourselves, we just hang around.”

Jemima - “That does sound fun.”

Quinn - “It is sometimes. Wanna go see if dinners ready?”

Jemima - *happy* “Yep!!”

Quinn - *chuckled* “Okay let's go.”

Jemima - “I really like you Quinn.”

Quinn - “Aw I like you too sweetie.”

The two smiles as they head to the kitchen to see Avocato making a stew. The others were sitting at the table playing cards and Avocato saw Jemima looking nice and clean in her new pajamas.

Avocato: *smiles* “Well aren't you all nice and clean?”

Jemima - *smiles* “Thank you.”

Quinn - “I even gave her a pair of my old pajamas.”

Avocato - That's nice of you, Quinn. Stews almost ready. Would you like a taste, kiddo?”

Jemima - “Oh yes please! I'm really hungry.”

Her stomach growls and she blushed in embarrassment a little.

Avocato: *chuckles* “Your wish is my command.”

He takes a spoonful of stew, blows it and let's Jemima taste it. Jemima eyes widen and she smiled. It was the best food she ate in a long time.

Jemima - “Mm it's really good!!”

Avocato - “Alright then! Let's eat!”

Gary - “Awesome! My stomach is starving.”

Little Cato - “Me too!”

Mooncake - “Chookity pah!”

The table was set with a big bowl of stew, sole bread, chips, cookies, and oranges. Jemima love the food the most and was happy she was eating in a big group.

Trina - “Man this is it really good!”

Jemima - “Yummy!! It's so good!”

Avocato - “I'm glad you're pleased. And there's plenty more so don't be shy.”

Jemima - “I never ate this much before.”

Little Cato - *concerned* “When's the last time you ate?”

Jemima - *thinking* “Uhh....I think it was two maybe three days ago?”

Gary - *shocked* “Wait are you serious?”

Jemima only nods. Then Avocato asked:

Avocato - “Umm, how old are you sweetie?”

She holds up 5 fingers. This shocked everybody because they honestly thought Jemima was older than that. Plus they have met some people who looked older than they are.

Little Cato - “Wait you are only 5 years old and living on your own?”

Jemima only nods quietly and eats her food. The others look at each other with concern but decided not to say anything else to avoid embarrassing Jemima. Later, it was time for bed and Avocato was making his bed nice so Jemima could sleep. Jemima peeked her head in the hallway since her curiosity got the best of her.

Jemima - “Umm what are you doing?”

Avocato - *happy* “Hey, right on time! I was making my bed for you.”

Jemima - “For me?”

Avocato - “Yep. It's best if you sleep on something comfortable.”

Jemima - “But where will you sleep?”

Avocato - “Oh don't worry about me, honey. I'll be alright. Our main concern is our lovely little guest.”

Jemima blushes. This is the first time in a long time that an adult was nice to her.

Avocato: *smiles* “Come on. I'll tuck you in.”

Jemima - “Wow...You don't have to do that.”

Avocato - “It's no trouble, kiddo.”

He picks her up and tucks her into bed. Jemima like how the bed felt and it made her feel warm and safe.

Avocato - “Comfy?”

Jemima: *smiles* “It's so cozy!”

Avocato - “I'm glad. And tomorrow morning we'll think of a plan.”

Jemima - *confused* “A plan?”

Avocato - “To find your parents.”

This causes Jemima to look down sadly and her eyes water up. She didn’t want Avocato to see her crying. It doesn't take long for Avocato to figure it out why Jemima looked so sad.

Avocato - *sadly* “Oh I see....I'm so sorry.”

Jemima - *sadly* “It's fine…”

Some tears fell down, but she wiped them away. Avocato sits on the bed and gives her a hug while more tears stream down her face.

Avocato - “Everything will be okay.”

Jemima - “You promise?”

Avocato - *assuring* “I promise. Cross my heart. Everything will be okay.”

Jemima - *hugs him* “Thank you so much.”

Avocato: *hugs back* “Anytime sweetie.”

He tucks her in and rubs her head until Jemima falls asleep. Avocato quietly leaves the room and joins the others in the kitchen.

()()()()()()()()()

Avocato went to the main room and saw Gary and the others. They were waiting for him to talk about Jemima.

Gary - “Hey buddy. Is Jemima okay?”

Avocato - “Yeah Jemima is fine. She fell asleep.”

Quinn - “That's good, some rest will do her some good after the rough days she had.”

Gary - “Yep. So how are we gonna find her parents?”

Avocato - *Glumly* “Um...About that Gary....She don't have any.”

Trina - *shocked* “What? So she's an orphan?”

Avocato nods silently. This made everybody look shocked and sad themselves. Since they all know what it’s like to lose either a parent or both parents in their life.

Quinn - “Oh the poor little girl…”

Gary - “So What do we do?”

Avocato - *unsure* “Honestly Guys....I don't know.”

Little Cato - “Well we can't just abandon her. She had already been abandoned.”

Avocato - “I know but that's the thing. I can't just throw her out into the street with nowhere to go. But then again, none of us know how to take care of a kid her age. *to Little Cato* I mean I was barely a good father to you, son.”

Little Cato - *comforting* “But it's not too late Dad.”

Avocato: *sighs and slumps in a chair* “I just don't know what to do.”

Quinn - “Look, how about she stays with us for a few days or so and figure something out later on?”

Avocato - “Well that's the only thing we can do because it's safe.”

Gary - “And besides, she likes us. We don't want to kick her out and upset her

Everyone - “No! Of course not. No way!”

Little Cato - “And she is cute.”

Trina - “Yeah, she's like a cute little puppy dog. You can't just kick them out.”

Avocato - “I never want to kick her out. I'm just unsure of what to do.”

Trina - “Why don’t we keep her?”

Avocato - “Let's think about it first.”

Little Cato - *confused* “What do you mean Dad?”

Avocato - “I mean she does like us, but she may not want to stay. I'm just saying we should see if she would actually be comfortable living here.”

Quinn - “We could just ask her.”

Little Cato - “Hang on. Maybe we should go with dad’s plan. Plus if we hang out with Jemima, it'll give us a chance to bond with her and she'll grow to like us more.”

Trina - “Yeah I like that idea!”

Gary - “Good idea, Spider Cat!”

Avocato - *proudly* “Perfect plan Little Cato.”

Quinn - “I'm in.”

Mooncake - “Chookity Pa!”

They all agree to the plan and then later went to bed. While little Cato slept, he felt a small tug on his arm.

Little Cato - “Huh? *sees Jemima* Oh hi there what's wrong?

Jemima: *tears ups and holds her blanket* “I had a bad dream…”

Little Cato - “Really? about what?”

Jemima: *tears streaming down* “I-I was in a deep dark tunnel and tried to find someone. But all I saw were...M-Monsters!! They were big and scary and wanted to eat me!”

She started crying and Little Cato felt sorry for her

Little Cato gently hug her. He would tell her what his father uses to tell him whenever he was starting to feel sad or scared.

Little Cato - “It's okay you're safe now.”

Jemima only sniffles and hugs back. Jemima likes how Little Cato was similar to his Dad and was comforting like him.

Little Cato - “You wanna sleep with me tonight?”

Jemima gives a small nod. She was still not use to the fact that she afraid of sleeping alone.

Little Cato - “Come on. I have room.”

Jemima got into bed with Little Cato. Little Cato wipes the tears from her eyes.

Little Cato - *comforting* “It's okay now. I won't any monsters hurt you.”

Jemima - “You promise?”

Little Cato - *smiled* “I promise.”

Jemima - “Were you scared of monsters too?”

Little Cato - “Yeah I was but when I got older, I got over it.”

Jemima - “How?”

Little Cato - “Well for one, I'm pretty tough. I can handle anything.”

Jemima - *amazement* “Wow.”

Little Cato - “And the second reason? My dad.”

Jemima - “Is your daddy brave?”

Little Cato - “One of the bravest guys I know. He would always save me whenever I’m in danger. My Dad taught me to be tough like him.”

Jemima - “Really?”

Little Cato - “Yep and the others are pretty brave too. That’s why we make an awesome Team Squad.”

Jemima - “I wish I can be brave like that.”

Little Cato - “You will someday”

Jemima - “Really? How?”

Little Cato - “You just will someday. Bravery won't always come overnight; it just takes time.”

Jemima - “Yeah your right.” *yawns*

Little Cato - “We should probably get some sleep.”

Jemima - “Okay....good night.”

Little Cato - “Good night.”

()()()()()()()()

Then the next morning Jemima woke up but saw that Little Cato was out of bed. After getting out of bed, decide to look for Avocato and Little Cato. She began to walk around the ship.

Jemima - “I wonder where he went?”

She kept on walking around the ship. It was starting to scare her a little because of how big it was. But at the same time, she wants to be brave like Little Cato and his father. Jemima kept on walking until she saw Gary in his room fixing Hue up.

Jemima - *happy* “Hi Mr. Gary!”

Gary - *happy* “Oh hi sweetie! Good morning!”

Jemima - “What are you doing?”

Gary - “Fixing up Hue.”

Jemima - “Who?”

Hue - “Me!”

Jemima saw Hue in his robot body. Jemima was amazed, yet a little scared that there’s another robot on the ship.

Gary - “Jemima, meet Hue. Was once the ship, now a robot!”

Jemima looked confused when Gary said that. He took his first steps toward Jemima, but it was a little slow.

Hue - “Hello there.”

Jemima - *shyly* “Hi.”

Hue - “I see we got another human girl.”

Gary - “Yep and she's the sweetest girl in the world.”

Jemima - “Aw Thank you!”

Kevin - *pop out* “Hi there!”

Jemima jumps and hide behind Gary. Gary was annoyed that Kevin came back.

Gary - *mad* “Darn it, Kevin! Quit scaring Jemima!”

Kevin - “How can I scare? I'm Kevin! Besides, I like her.”

Jemima - *scared* “Keep him away.”

Gary - “No problem! “

Gary then kicked Kevin away to a different room. After Kevin was kicked, Gary locked the door so this time he wouldn’t leave.”

Jemima - “Is he always like that?”

Gary - “You have no idea.”

Jemima - “What are we going to do today?”

Gary: *smiles* “Hey whatever you wanna do, kiddo!”

Jemima: *smiles* Can you help me find Avocato?

Gary - “Oh sure!”

Gary picks her up and sits her on his shoulders.

Gary - “Onward!”

He began to run fast while Jemima was on his shoulder. Gary made sure he wasn’t running too fast that Jemima gets scared of anything. However, Jemima wasn’t scared at all and was actually having fun.

Jemima - “Whee!!! This is so fun!!”

Gary - “Hang on tight kiddo!”

Jemima rides on Gary as he ran through the ship looking for Avocato. They couldn’t seem to find him anywhere yet in the ship.

Gary - *calling* “Oh Avocato! Somebody wants to

Meet you!!”

They decided to go to the other side of the ship to find Avocato. It was a little long, but then they see Avocato with two other people Ash and Fox. They were helping Avocato doing some upgrades to the ship.

Gary - “Hey guys!”

Ash - “Hi Gary! Who is the little girl?”

Gary - “She's Jemima. She's staying with us.”

Avocato - *to Jemima* “Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

Jemima - “Yes I did. Thank you.”

Avocato - “That’s good. Jemima, these two are Ash and

Fox. They're the adopted...Well...former adopted kids of someone I know.”

Jemima - *shyly* “Umm...Hi.”

Ash - *amazed with eye widen* “Oh my gosh, she's adorable!!!”

Fox - *awestruck* “She is so cute!! Like a little piece of pie!”

Fox takes Jemima off Gary's shoulders held him in his arm. Then Fox and Ash surround her while talking nonstop and touching her.

Ash - “Oh look at her! She's got the cutest hair!”

Fox - “And those eyes! Aren't they gorgeous?”

Ash - *grabs her* “Let me hold her!”

Fox - *mad and holds on* “No! I'm not done yet!”

Fox and Ash began to fight over Jemima like fighting over a teddy bear. It was like having a tug of war over Jemima. The whole thing makes Jemima uncomfortable and she starts crying. Avocato quickly took Jemima away from Ash and Fox and held her in his arms

Avocato - *gently hugged her* “Guys stop it! You're scaring her.”

Gary - “Yeah! Keep your hands to yourself!!”

Avocato hugged Jemima and quietly shushes her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. Avocato use the same method he did to Little Cato when he was younger to calm down Jemima.

Gary - “Don't you guys know anything about little kids?”

Fox - *confused* “That they are like pie?”

Ash - “Yeah! And they are cute like pie too.”

Gary: *pinches his nose* “Ugh....”

Avocato: *calm* “Shhh, shhh. It's alright sweetheart. They didn't mean it.”

Jemima - *whimpering* “I-I'm sorry about that.”

Avocato - “Nah don't be. Those two should know better than that.”

Ash - *offended* “Hey!”

Fox - *mad* “We are good kids like our former dad said!”

Avocato - *sarcastic* “Yeah, kids who grab little 5-year-old get up in their faces, scaring them!”

Ash and Fox look down in shame. They realize that while they are good “kids”, they don’t know how to care for a little kid.

Gary - “If you wanna be nice, try being gentle this time.”

Jemima wipes her eyes as the two approach her. Jemima was a little scared but wanna be brave for Avocato.

Ash - *sincere* “Were sorry.”

Fox - “Very sorry.”

Ash - “We were just gushing on how adorable you were.”

Fox - “Like pie.”

Jemima - “Well...It's fine. I can tell you guys don’t mean to act all scary and stuff.”

Avocato - *to Ash and Fox* “Just don't do it again. Understand?”

Both - “Yes Sir.”

Avocato glared at them for a bit before smiling at Jemima.

Avocato - “You okay now, sweetie pie?”

Jemima - *smiling* “Yes...Yes I am.”

Avocato - *pets her head* “That’s my girl.”

Jemima - “So...What do you guys going to do now?”

Fox - “Well we help Avocato and hang with the others.”

Ash - “And have awesome fun!”

Jemima - “Where's your Daddy? You guys keep mentioning him.”

Both Fox and Ash looked uncomfortable. Then Fox said:

Fox - “We abandon him. He almost killed me.”

Ash - “All because we didn’t give him attention.”

Jemima - “Oh man that’s terrible!”

Ash - “But frankly we are actually better off without him.”

Jemima - “What does he do?”

Avocato - “He does sell and make things.”

Gary - “And is a huge jerk.”

Jemima - “He is?”

Gary - “Yep so it's best he’s not in our team kiddo.”

Then Jemima heard some clapping noises. She followed the noises which wasn’t too far from Gary and Avocato. But they follow her just in case and saw Trina practicing her powers. Trina took a deep breath, clapped her hands and her hands began to glow sky blue and managed to create a baby bird statue from the ground. This amazed Jemima.

Jemima - “Wow!”

Avocato - “What is it?”

Jemima: *points to Trina* “She's doing magic!”

Avocato - “Oh yeah she's part Wizardian.”

Jemima - *confused* “Wizardian? What that?”

Gary - “They are humanoid aliens that can-do alchemy and shapeshift.”

Jemima: “What's alchemy?”

Avocato - “It's a little tricky to explain but it's sort of like magic.”

Gary - “Awesome magic!”

Jemima - “Oh okay. But she doesn't look like an alien.”

Avocato - “Her mother is human, and her father is Wizardian.”

Jemima - “Oh okay.”

Avocato - “Hey I have an idea. How about you, me, and Little Cato have a day together?”

Jemima - *gasps* “Oh that sounds fun!”

Avocato: *smiles* “Alright! Hey little Cato!”

Little Cato comes out from his room.

Little Cato - “Yeah Dad?”

Avocato - “We're gonna hang out with little Jemima today.”

Little Cato - *happy* “Oh that's great!”

Avocato: *smiles* “Good. Now let's go.”

Gary - “I know the perfect planet for that.”

Gary then had the ship take them back to Earth. Then they landed on Earth and they saw that they were near a playground. Jemima eyes widen in amazement and Avocato gives Jemima a piggyback ride.

Jemima - “Bye Bye Gary!”

Gary - “Bye! Have fun!”

()()()()()()()()()()

They all head to the playground and Avocato gently put Jemima down.

Little Cato - “Hey Jemima, want me to push you on the swing?”

Jemima - “Sure! Sound fun!”

Little Cato and Jemima both walked to the swing set. He helps Jemima on the swing and gets ready to push.

Little Cato - “Here we go! And....lift off!!!”

Little Cato began to push Jemima. He made sure he didn’t do it too high to the point she would get scared. Jemima was actually having really fun on the swings.

Jemima - “Weee! Higher! Higher!”

Little Cato - “You got it!”

He pushes her a little higher and after a few minutes of swinging, Jemima gets off.

Jemima - “That was fun!”

Little Cato - *happy* “I'm glad you're having fun, Jemmy!”

Jemima - *confused* “Jemmy?”

Little Cato - “It’s your nickname. Do you like it?”

Jemima: *smiles* “I love it!!”

Little Cato - *happy* “Great! So what do you want to do next?”

Jemima - “Ooh the slide!”

Little Cato - “You got it!”

They go to the slide and slide down together. They made sure they didn’t go too fast so Jemima wouldn’t be scared.

Jemima - “Wheee! That was fun! Can we play tag next?”

��Little Cato - “Sure!”

Jemima - “Tag! You're it!”

Little Cato: *laughs* “Here I come!”

They play tag and have a great time while Avocato watches with a smile. He was happy that not only Jemima was having fun, but so was Little Cato. Avocato felt a little bad never did anything like this with Little Cato when he was younger since they did train and he was busy with being the Lord Commander second in command. However, now that he got his son back, they probably do the things they never did before. Things start going well until Jemima trips and falls on the ground.

Jemima- “Oww!!”

Little Cato - *concerned* “Jemmy! Are you okay?”

Jemima’s eyes well up with tears as she looks at her knee, which is scraped.

Jemima - *whimpering* “I hurt my knee....”

Little Cato - “Aww...Don't worry my dad can fix it for you.”

Avocato hears the cries and rushes over. He knelt down and said:

Avocato - “What happened?”

Little Cato - “We were playing tag and Jemima tripped and hurt herself.”

At first, he felt like he wanted to scold Little Cato for not being more careful with Jemima. However, he didn’t want Little Cato to feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. He is trying to move past his time being strict with Little Cato when he used to work for the Lord Commander. Also it would be a bad example for Jemima to be strict with Little Cato and not her.

Avocato - “Aww sweetie, did you get a boo-boo?”

Jemima nodded and cried. Avocato gently pick her up in his arms and hugged her. Jemima hugged him back and cried.

Avocato - *comforting* “Aww, don't cry honey. Avocato will make it all better.”

Jemima - *whimpers* “Y-you will?”

Avocato nods and Jemima to the bench and Little Cato followed. Then he takes out the first aid kit. He always carries one around in case somebody or even himself get hurts.

Avocato - “Now try to hold still. This might sting a bit.”

He sprays some disinfectant and even though Jemima winces, Little Cato held her hand.

Little Cato - “It's okay you will be fine.”

Jemima whimpers and nods. Avocato, then, puts a bandage on her knee and gives it a kiss.

Avocato - “There we go. All better.”

Jemima - *smiled* “Thank you.”

Avocato - *smiles* “And for being such a brave girl, how about we get some ice cream?”

Jemima - “Yay! I love ice cream!”

Little Cato - *happy* “Me too! I'm getting mint chocolate chips.”

Jemima - “I want double chocolate.”

Avocato - *smiles* “Okay that sound good.”

Avocato buys the kids their ice cream from an ice cream stand. Then even gets a vanilla cone for himself since him and Little Cato barley get to eat sweets. Then they all sit on a bench nearby and enjoy their treats.

Jemima - “Yummy! I haven't had it in a long time.”

Little Cato - “Really?”

Jemima - “Yep. We didn't have much sweets at the orphanage.”

Avocato - “Was the orphanage you grew up in was terrible?”

Jemima - “No not really. I got along with everyone, we had good meals every day and mom....”

Little Cato - “What was bad about that?”

Jemima - “Well she was nice to us and loved us. At least I thought she did…”

Avocato - *confused* “What do you mean?”

Jemima - *sadly* “Well when my friends were adopted....they were never really adopted.”

Little Cato - *shocked* “What?”

Jemima - *sadly* “They were sold away…”

Avocato and Little Cato gasped in horror. They couldn’t believe a sweet little girl like Jemima was in an orphanage like that.

Jemima: *sadly* “Even my best friend....Conny.”

Little Cato - *concerned* “What happened to her?”

Jemima - *sad* “They told me....she was killed....”

They both gasp and Jemima sighed in sadness. It was hard for Jemima to talk about what happened to her friends. But she did feel better letting those feelings out.

Avocato - *sadly* “Oh sweetheart....I'm so sorry.”

Jemima - “It's okay...Mom is just someone who takes care of us. My real mommy was gone after I was born.”

Little Cato - *sympathy* “Man that sucks.”

Jemima looks sad until Avocato puts his arm around her.

Avocato - *comforting* “Don't be sad, kiddo. We can protect you.”

Little Cato - *comforting as well* “Yeah we got your back.”

Jemima - “You do?”

Avocato - “Of course we do.”

Jemima hugs them both and they head home. Today have been a great day for all them. They never have a true bond like that before and never felt happier.

()()()()()()()()()

As the days passed, everyone else began to bond with the young girl. Gary tells she'd stories about his dad, Trina would show Jemima her alchemy powers, Quinn took her shopping for some new clothes, Ash and Fox play games with her, Mooncake gives her hugs whenever she feels sad. Hue teaches her how to read and write properly; Little Cato plays with her and Avocato watches over her like a father would. KVN would try to talk and sing to her but it just kept annoying everybody. One evening, he calls for a meeting with everyone while Jemima is asleep, and everybody was in the meeting room.

Avocato - “You know how we all spend time with Jemima?”

Trina - “Yeah I mean I have been making little shows and presents for her with my powers.”

Gary - *impressed* “Wow! What'd you make her?”

Trina - “Baby birds, dogs, trees, flowers, etc.”

Ash - “Aww how sweet! Ooh! Next time you should make a flamethrower! She would love that.”

Everybody looked at Ash oddly.

Avocato - “...Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk to you is important. First off, Jemima told me she used to live at an orphanage.”

Quinn - “Wait she did?”

Avocato - *sad* “Yeah But it wasn't a good one either.”

Little Cato explained everything Jemima told them, and everyone was shocked.

Trina - “Oh my god!”

Gary - *sympathy* “Man and I though living in a spaceship with robots is bad…”

Hue - *offended* “Hey!”

Gary - “No offense Hue.”

KVN - “And me?”

Gary - “I rather actually shoot myself in the foot then to be with you!”

Quinn - “So now what?”

Avocato - “I wanted to tell you that I've made my decision.”

Little Cato - “What is your decision Dad?”

Avocato - *thought for a minute* “Well first I want to ask you son. *kneels down and puts a hand on his son's shoulder* Do you like Jemima staying with us?”

Little Cato - “Well yeah of course cause she's adorable and the sweetest little girl I ever met.”

Avocato: *smiles* “I'm so glad to hear that. Because she's gonna stay with us permanently.”

Little Cato - *suspired* “You mean?”

Avocato - *smiles and nod* “That’s right. I'm gonna adopt Jemima.”

Gary - *joyful* “Really? That's freakin awesome!!”

Quinn - *touched* “How sweet!”

Little Cato - *happy* “I get a new little sister!”

Gary - “And a new member of Team Squad!”

Avocato - “Well she is still pretty young but I'm sure she'll be of help to us.”

Quinn - “We can also train her too.”

Little Cato - “Now hold on. She's not a fighter like us. I mean we can't just force her to train. She’s not a robot or solider.”

Avocato - “Not now but maybe when she's older.”

Trina - “But he is right though. When she grows up, she may not want to fight.”

Avocato - “Good point.”

Gary - “All we know is that we got a new little buddy on the ship.”

Quinn - “Yep. So when are you gonna tell her?”

Avocato - “I will tomorrow but there's something I want y'all to do first.”

Trina - “Okay what is it?”

Avocato - “I wanna plan a surprise for her.”

Gary - “Ooh! I like it!”

He tells them the plan and they go prepare. They worked hard to prepare the party for Jemima. They want it to make it extra special for her since she now a new member.

()()()()()()()()()

The next day, Quinn makes a special breakfast for everyone. Everybody was in the kitchen waiting and then Quinn said:

Quinn - “Can one of you guys wake up Jemima?”

Gary - “I'm on it.”

Jemima was peacefully asleep until Gary began to gently shake her.

Gary - “Come on Jemima wake up.”

Jemima starts to wake up and rubs her eyes.

Jemima - “Hi Mr. Gary....”

Gary - “Hi sweetie. Did you sleep good?”

Jemima - “Yes.”

Gary - “Breakfast is ready. I'll help you get dressed.”

Jemima - “Oh boy! Thanks!”

Gary - “No problem.”

Gary helps her get dressed and teeth brushed. Then they join the others for breakfast.

Gary - “Here we are!”

Jemima - “Good morning”

Trina - “Good morning Jemima.”

Avocato - “Morning sweetheart.”

Jemima - “What's for breakfast?”

Trina - “It's something really good.”

Quinn made pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, biscuits, hash browns and fruit bowls. Jemima eyes widen and sat down on the table. Jemima began to eat, and she smiled.

Jemima - “This is really good!”

Quinn - *smiled* “Thanks I did learn how to cook.”

Avocato - “And later today, we have a big surprise for you sweetheart.”

Jemima - *amazed* “Ooh what is it!”

Avocato: *smiles* “You'll have to wait until later honey.”

Jemima - *bummed* “Aw man. Okay.”

Gary - “Don't worry time will pass like a fly!”

They eat and later Avocato takes Jemima around the ship with Little Cato while the others work on the surprise. They didn’t want the surprised to be ruined and to make extra sure, they locked KVN up so he wouldn’t spoil it.

Jemima - “This place is so big! How long have you all been on this ship?

Avocato - “A couple of months.”

Jemima - “Oh okay.”

Avocato - “How long were you at that orphanage?”

Jemima - “All my life until now.”

Avocato - “Whoa…”

Jemima - “Yeah. Mom said my real mommy went to heaven after I was born, and I never saw my daddy.”

Avocato- *sad* “I'm really sorry about that.”

Jemima - “It's okay.”

Little Cato gave a signal to his father that the party is ready. Avocato give each a silent nod and the other came together out the room and went to Jemima.

Avocato - “Sweetheart? There's something I want to talk to you about.”

Jemima - “What is it?”

Avocato - “Well....how do you like it here?”

Jemima - “I like it here a lot the people are really nice!”

Little Cato - “And we like you too.”

Jemima - *happy* “Aww Thanks.”

Avocato - “Well how would you like to stay here forever?”

Jemima - *gasps* in happiness* “Really!? You mean it

Avocato - “Yes and I know a way you can.”

Jemima - “How?”

He hands her a piece of paper and she looks at it. She was confused by them because she was still new to reading. The words were too big for her to read and understand.

Jemima - “What are these?”

Avocato - “Adoption papers. Once we both sign it, you are officially family?”

Jemima - *gasps* “You mean?”

Avocato: *nods* “That's right. I'm gonna be your new Daddy.”

Jemima looks at her with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that he's getting a new family! She looks down for a moment and her eyes well up, causing the other two to be concerned.

Little Cato - *concerned* “What's wrong Jemmy?”

Avocato - *concerned* “Oh sweetheart, did I upset you? I'm sorry. If you don't want to right now, we can-“

Jemima - “It's not that. *her eyes go wide again, and she leaps into Avocato arms* I'm so happy!!!”

Avocato smiles and hugged her tightly.

Avocato- “You deserve to have somebody who would always love and protect you. You are an amazing little girl and I want you to grow up to be an amazing person.”

Jemima: *teats up happily* “I can't believe it! I'm gonna have a daddy!”

Little Cato - “And that's not all.”

Jemima - “What do you mean?”

Little Cato - *points to himself* “Now you have an older brother too!”

Jemima - *happy* “Really?!”

Little Cato - *happy and proud* “Yep! And I promise to love you and keep you safe.”

Avocato - “We all promise you that Jemima.”

Jemima - *joyful* “I get a big brother?!”

Little Cato - “You betcha!”

Jemima hugs her new brother. Little Cato smiled because now he got a new sibling he can care for.

Jemima - “I'm so happy!!”

Avocato - “And I promise to be a good father to you both.”

He hugs both of his kids. He was happy now that he not only got a chance of being a father again, but now he can learn from his mistakes with Jemima.

Little Cato - “And that's not all. Ready for your surprise?”

Jemima - “Oh yes!”

They take her back to the living room and....

Everyone - “SURPRISE!!!”

Jemima - *gasps* “Wow! A party?!”

Gary - “Yep that was your surprise.”

Jemima - *confused* “But it's not my birthday.”

Quinn - “No but it's something just as wonderful.”

Ash and Fox reveal a banner that says, "Welcome Home Jemima!" In purple letters and glittery letters. There were even drawings of all of them.

Fox - “You are part of our family now”

Mooncake hugged her.

Jemima - “Aww Thanks everyone!”

Gary - “There's something else for your adoption too.”

Jemima - *confused* “What is it?”

Gary and Quinn knelt down in front of her and smiled.

Gary - *smiled* “From now on, I want you to call me Uncle Gary.”

Quinn - *smiled* “And me Auntie Quinn.”

Trina - “You can call me Cousin Trina.”

Ash - “And Cousin Ash.”

Fox - “And awesome guy!”

Jemima - *eyes widen in amazement* “Wow!! I never had an aunt, uncle, or cousins before!”

Kevin - “And me, Uncle Kevin!”

Jemima - *annoyed* “No!”

Gary - “Don't worry about him. He's the family member nobody cares or likes at all.”

Trina - “Oh yeah.”

Quinn - “Big time.”

Avocato - “No doubt.”

Jemima - “Yeah. He’s creepy and annoying.”

Avocato - “Doesn't matter kiddo. You have a family now.”

Gary - “An Awesome Family!”

Quinn - “And we will protect you.”

Trina - “No matter what happened.”

Ash - “And play with you!”

Hue - “And teach you”

Gary - “That's a mega super promise! That can’t ever break. Ever.”

Ash - “And be awesome!”

Fox - “Like us!”

Jemima: *sheds happy tears* “This is the happiest day of my life! I love you all so much!”

Jemima ran and gave all of them a hug. They all took turns hugging Jemima.

Jemima - “I love you guys.”

Avocato - *smiled* “We love you too, baby.”

Jemima smiled and hugged her now new family which she always wanted. Everybody was happy that not only they got a new member on the team, but something always wanted: a family. Even though does have a bunch of weirdos, they will always stick by no matter what happened.

Hope you like it!

#commission #final space #the promised neverland #repay drabble #jemima isn't mine

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gaamagirl565 · 5 years ago

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Matters of the heart Ep 3

WARNING: FOR BLOOD AND VERY MILD LANGUAGE Matters Of The Heart Episode 3: Festival Follies {OPENING CREDITS} {the sun rises over old corona; cut to Varian peacefully asleep in bed. The bed shakes a bit and we see Varian smirk a bit. 6-year-old Isaiah comes into frame and climbs on Varian} Varian: *chuckles* augh! Isaiah...can I help you? Isaiah: It’s harvest day daddy! We gots ta help grandpa! Come on! Up! *pulls on his bangs* Varian: augh! Okay okay! Easy on the hair buddy! {he playfully grabs Isaiah and they get up and it cuts to Varian making breakfast and serving it} Isaiah: *sees Ruddiger on the table* Ruddy! Ruddiger: *chitters happily* Isaiah: *plays with him* Varian: boys come on now...settle down. Isaiah: yes daddy…*sit and eats the eggs he’s given* {cut to Varian and Quirin out in the field; they’re talking about how to expand their crops} Isaiah: *runs over* DADDY! Daddy! Look what I found! *holds up snake* Varian: AAAHH! ISAIAH PUT IT DOWN!!! Quirin: only your kid would go near a poisonous puff adder… {Cut to Varian doing alchemy and mixing herbs} Varian: this should cure miss Balman’s gout. {he adds a drop of a chemical and it blows up in his face} Isaiah: Thar’ she blows! Varian: *hacks and coughs* and that’s why I have the goggles! {Cut to autumn with Varian Helping Quirin by the barn and Isaiah playing in the straw} Quirin: *looks up* VARIAN!

Varian: huh? *looks and sees Isaiah on top of the barn roof* AHHHHHH!!!! ISAIAH! STAY.RIGHT.THERE!

{Isaiah gets closer to the ledge giggling}

Varian: ISAIAH!

Quirin: *drops shovel* ISAIAH!!

{Isaiah falls off the roof into a hay bale}

Varian & Quirin: *run over in a panic*

Isaiah: *giggling* daddy I almost flew!

Varian: *looking him over realizing he’s not hurt before embracing him* oh thank god… my boy….

Quirin: …..100% your son. 100% {cut to winter} Isaiah: *playing out in the snow* Varian: Son, come here for a second! Isaiah: *runs over* yeah daddy? Varian: *gives him a wooden sword* happy birthday… Isaiah: WHOA! Just like the real guards! I declare myself the protector of old corona! {snow falls on him} Isaiah: I’m okay! {cut to night time; Isaiah being tucked into bed} Isaiah: goodnight daddy! Varian: goodnight buddy… *blows out candle and he kisses his head* {sun rises and the camera pans from the window over to the bed where Isaiah now 12 years old is sleeping. the rooster crows, and Isaiah wakes up} Isaiah: hmm? Yes! {cut to Isaiah peering around the corner and sees the front door to the lab} Isaiah: *smirks and starts sneaking to go out* Varian: Oh no you don’t! {Varian picks him up} Isaiah: Auughh! Dad! Varian: And where are you off to so early may I ask? Isaiah: to the orchard! Augh! No noogies! Varian: The orchard? Isaiah no one is there at this hour. Isaiah: Exactly! Perfect time for me to practice! Varian: okay okay...just be careful. Your grandfather and I will be in the south fields if you need us. No running with your arrows, and Take Ruddiger with you! Isaiah: whhhyy!? Varian: I don’t like the idea of you being completely alone. Old Corona may be nice but it can be dangerous when it wants to be. Isaiah: yeah okay...come on Ruddy… Varian: Don’t forget your bow! {Isaiah grabs his bow and arrows and runs out the front door and down the road running past Quirin} Isaiah: Hi grandpa! Bye grandpa! Quirin: huh-wha? Haha. Morinin’ Isaiah! {Isaiah runs to the orchard with ruddiger and over to a tree with various arrows lodged in it} Isaiah: *deep breath and looks up at big shiny red apple* Ruddiger: *chitters happily* Isaiah: oh no you don’t! That one is mine! Ruddiger: *angry face* Isaiah: oh get over it...here we go... {he sets his arrow and aims at the apple; he fires and nails it perfectly} Isaiah:....I did it...I DID IT! Ruddy did you see that!? Ruddiger: *shocked face and chitters angrily* Isaiah: It’s just an apple Ruddiger! {Nathaniel walks into frame with two other kids} Nathaniel: nice shot, loser… Isaiah: oh no...hello Nathaniel… Nathaniel: practicing archery are we? Pfftt...why bother? No Captain in his right mind would accept you into their ranks. Isaiah: you act as if they’d accept you. Nathaniel: they probably would! Considering my father isn’t a traitor. Ruddiger: Hiss! Isaiah: *gets closer* You dare insult my father in front of my face? Nathaniel: why not? It’s not as if you’re any better! My father says his traitorous blood runs in your veins and one day you’ll prove to be just like him! Isaiah: hold your tongue, Nathaniel! Nathaniel: haha! Striking a nerve? Your father is nothing but a pathetic knave! I seriously wonder what kind of Fusty lug it takes to love a traitor. You’d have to be an idiot! Guess that explains your mum! {Isaiah yells in rage and he tackles Nathaniel; The two throw punches and tussle in the dirt} Isaiah: *punches him* You filthy muck spout! Nathaniel: Only telling the truth ol’boy! Ruddiger: *jumps on the boy and claws at him* Nathaniel: AUGH! get him off me! *kicks ruddiger off* Isaiah: Ruddiger! *runs over and picks him up* Nathaniel: bloody beast bit my foot! You’re lucky this time Isaiah! But one day your rat won’t be around to save you!... let’s go guys… {Ruddiger chitters sadly and nuzzles into Isaiah} Isaiah: *angrily tears up and hugs ruddiger* Varian: maybe you should move the crop to the north...

Quirin: good ide-Isaiah!?

Varian: Isaiah! *runs over* what happened!?

Isaiah: nothing...I’m fine...

Varian: Isaiah those bruises didn’t come from thin air...

Isaiah:....You wanna know what happened!? I HATE NATHANIEL!

Quirin: Joseph’s boy? He did this?

Varian: Isaiah it’s gonna be okay I promise...he’s just a bully...why not go w- {a goo bomb goes off on a rat}

Varian: not again! I hate rats...anyway why not go wash up for dinner...I’ll make some stew ok? Besides, tomorrow is the sunflower festival! We’re gonna have lots of fun tomorrow! Forget about those jerks!

Isaiah: *staring at the goo bombs* Yeah..okay...

Varian: that’s my boy...

(Isaiah gets an idea. Cut to Varian in his lab, working on what appears to be fireworks for his contribution to the festival. Isaiah enters the lab)

Isaiah: Say uh, dad?

Varian: *distracted* wha-huh-yeah buddy?

Isaiah: I was wondering....if perhaps....ok, so you know how, Queen Punzie always says, live your dream, right?

Varian: *clearly not listening* uh-huh, yeah, puzzles are mean, they’re the worst-

Isaiah: That being said, I’ve come to... an aspiration of sorts.... *dramatically* father, i yearn to be your spitting image. *more seriously* I want to learn to do what you do.

Varian: *now interested* wha-?

Isaiah: *mutters to himself quietly* and I got his attention, good one Isaiah. I want you to teach me how to do alchemy.

(Varian sits there staring at him. Isaiah appears confused)

Isaiah:*chuckles nervously* un-unless that falls under the no-no category, because if that’s the case then NEVERMIND.

Varian: *gets up from chair. He walks towards Isaiah, SLOWLY*

Isaiah: *gets nervous and backs away slowly* y-you know what?? A joke! I’m joking! That was a joke on my part, sorry! *chuckles nervously* just a—Oh!

Varian: .......you want me to teach you how to be an alchemist?

Isaiah: ........yes?

Varian: *begins to tear up extremely, with joy*

Isaiah: uhhhhh—-

(Varian’s face is GLOWING with silent tearful joy)

Isaiah: ......is that a ye-

Varian: YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Isaiah: GREAT! Can we start right now, perhaps?

(Que montage with spunky background orchestration of Varian and Isaiah gearing up with STYLE. We end the montage on a shot of them standing out in the alleys. Varian’s doing a superhero stance. Isaiah notices and sloppily attempts to follow suit. Varian is wearing the SAME outfit that he wore when he met Estelle; his adventure attire from the old days: teal alchemist coat and golden goggles. Isaiah.....Isaiah has on a neon hoodie with a scarf and bubbled up hair dyed black with a blonde streak....)

Varian: *glances at Isaiah*......wha-what are....what is this???

Isaiah: oh i just thought I’d pay homage to younger you! Black hair with a streak!

Varian: that looks nothing like me.

Isaiah: oh? What, too punky?

Varian: very.

*both glance at the screen in self-awareness*

Isaiah: fine I’ll go change—(walks away to the left offscreen. Varian is left confused)

{cut to them standing outside}

(Musical number of Varian teaching Isaiah alchemy. “Legacy”} {VARIAN} Don’t look so nervous you’ll be alright

Keep your legs apart and stand upright It’s time you know how I became who I am You’ll be the jealousy of every man It’s time to lead your legacy Feel the energy inside your veins

With each new chemical reckoning A spark so bright it’s like a glowing star Even if hard the answer is never far Don’t you worry it’ll be just fine

Don’t forget you have me right by your side Keep this memory you’ll find your destiny As It’s time to lead your legacy

Varian: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

(They both parkour across the kingdom above the streets. They look SO happy together . They soar into the moonrise)

(Cut to a bit later: they’re heading on home)

Varian: *out of breath* OH MY, *hyper breathing* THAT-TH-THAT WAS—*heavy breathing*—I-*stammers* I CANT FIND THE WORDS—

Isaiah:—spellbinding.

Varian: *appears shocked with surprise. He then proceeds to kiss Isaiah on the cheek.*

Isaiah:—*annoyed* ughh, dad.

Varian: Ok! GAAHHHHH THIS IS GREAT! Now, we can *stutters* we can go on adventures TOGETHER! Giving one-twos to all those crooks out there! *laughs excitedly* I haven’t felt this starry-eyed in YEARS, not since.....*detracts. He digresses* Ahhh, alrighty, how about we have a nice meeting with the man on the moon? (He means sleep) Pun intended!

(he stands by the door opening it for Isaiah, with a cheeky smile on his face, expecting a high five or something. Isaiah just walks in and goes to bed. Varian meets this response with simple bliss. He’s just too happy. they all go to bed. Isaiah lies in bed, with a determined game-face. He knows what he’s gonna do now. He glances at the table of alchemical substances, and has this, determined, yet dark look on his face)

Isaiah: Just you wait, Nathaniel. You’re in for high-water. (He goes to bed)

{cut to outside and night turns to day; cut to Isaiah in the wagon with his father.} (We open on Varian and Isaiah arriving to the festival in a carriage)

Varian: *laughs excitably* oh my gosh I’m soo excited, I actually cant contain my-GAHHHHHHHHH SO EXCITED! *viciously turns to Isaiah* JUST LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME YOURE NOT EXCITED????

(Varian awkwardly stares at Isaiah. He’s basically ONTOP of Isaiah here . They’re legit FACE TO FACE. Isaiah nervously responds—)

Isaiah: *laughs nervously* yes! Yes-yes, yes, Uh—OHH! Gosh I spent this whole time excited over our lessons-

Varian: -which aren’t finished.

Isaiah:-which aren’t finished, but yeah, anyway, I forgot to ask-what IS your contribution to the Sun and Moon Festival?

Varian: ohhh buddyy just you wait IM IN CHARGE OF THE LIGHT SHOW OF THE COSMOS!!!!!

Isaiah: Uh-huh....

Varian: *annoyed* fireworks.

Isaiah:)-FI-FIREWORKS YES!!! OF COURSE.

Varian: riiiight. you look like you just saw death.

Isaiah: PPFFFFT.

Varian: you’re more blue than my hair.

Isaiah: N O. (Scoffs) I just....yesterday was really...really cool.

Varian: oh heh...yeahhhh....it was, I won’t ever forget it.

Isaiah: mmm..

Varian: I feel 18 again.

Isaiah: well you DO look younger than ME-

Varian: PFFT YOU LITTLE COMET, YOU! *Tackles Isaiah*

Isaiah: *laughs* OK! Ok,ok!.......dad what do you do when someone just...does something to you, something awful, and you wanna just....WIPE THEM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FROM EMBARRASSMENT?

Varian: .....can’t relate.

Isaiah: Really? Haven’t you ever felt like just.....CRUSHING them under your fist? Do you think they deserve it?

(Varian appears feeling somewhat ...called out by this. His face seems guilt-ridden.

)

Varian: uhhh—*nervous chuckle*....this—hypothetical guy seems like someone actually deserving of it—haha...On that part I can’t relate...Ehhh-haha, but of course you gotta forgive them! Forgive them even BEFORE they apologize. You gotta come to terms. Or else you’ll.........you’ll explode *looks at Isaiah*...

Isaiah: ........dad—

{They have arrived}

Varian: Oh-OH! W-We’re here! Haha! Ok, um—-I almost forgot. *turns to Isaiah, who is yet to get down from the carriage* Isaiah, son—operate the light show with me. A Star-studded act! All we need to do is get you in the designated outfit for the act and—

Isaiah: but dad—

Varian: OHHHH! You’re right! Let’s inform the king of the last minute additions! *to Eugene* YOUR MAJESTY! SIR!

(Varian is about to head out to Eugene, but not before he looks back at Isaiah. They share one last glance—-with a contrasting emotion on the other’s face. Varian? Pride and excitement. Isaiah? Guilt and inner turmoil)

Isaiah: Dad…

Varian: I’ll see you later buddy...

(Varian leaves. He goes off into the festival crowds to go meet with Eugene. Isaiah feels bad for a minute, but then he pauses and thinks)

Isaiah: (glancing at his alchemy bag)....You’re doing this for mom. For dad. I’ll avenge both of you. *determined face*

(Isaiah then goes off to find Nathaniel. He goes through the heavy crowds, squeezing his way through the many people. There’s nothing but a determined look on his face. Isaiah then suddenly gets pushed over by an adult and trips and falls onto the ground, back-to-the-ground, facing up. He looks up to see Nathaniel, who is looking down on him. LITERALLY)

Nathaniel: well well, actually decided to show your ugly mug around here huh? Isaiah: yeah...we have a score to settle… Nathaniel: oh really? I see you didn’t bring the rat… Isaiah: Ruddiger is a raccoon...the only rat I see is you... Nathaniel: you bloody cur...you dare speak to me like that!? Isaiah: people who speak ill of my parents don’t deserve respect… Nathaniel: oh really? Isaiah: The only thing you deserve….*takes out goo bomb*...IS HUMILIATION! {Nathaniel gasps as he throws the goo bomb; a large explosion happens and it cuts to Varian and Eugene as screaming is heard} Eugene: What on earth was that!?

Varian: WHAT HAPPE-

Eugene: I THINK A FIREWORK MUSTVE—I DONT KNOW—

Rapunzel: (arrives) WHERES LILY!?

{Varian walks ahead of the two—who are both talking, inaudibly. Varian recognizes a chemical in the atmosphere of the blast....it’s one of his own alchemical formulas. There is no other possible cause...it was Isaiah. It couldn't POSSIBLY not be him. Varian then realizes....HIS SON USED ALCHEMY ON PEOPLE. Varian almost comes close to crying.). He realizes......his son used him).

Rapunzel: LILY?!! LILY!!! Lily: MOTHER! *runs into Rapunzel’s arms*

{a few guards run past Varian and Eugene into the marketplace} Varian: *runs past destroyed kiosks and frightened people* ISAIAH!?...ISAIAH WHERE-....... {Isaiah lays unconscious in the middle of the road in a puddle of blood and not far is Nathaniel gripping his arms in pain} Varian:...no...no! *runs over and picks him up and gags at his maimed face* Isaiah!? Can you hear me? *tears up* Isaiah!...please...open your eyes, buddy...Isaiah...My baby…*sob*...please don’t do this to me...not him too... Isaiah: *groans* Varian: ISAIAH!? Eugene: *runs over in shock*...GUARDS GET A MEDIC! Pete: *runs* MEDIC! MEDIC!!! Varian:...isaiah…. Eugene: *tears some of his clothes and placing it on Isaiah’s eye* Isaiah: Augh! Varian: I-I know buddy! But we need to stop the bleeding! Eugene: it’s not enough...he needs proper bandages...WHERE'S THAT MEDIC!?

{Isaiah whimpers and grips onto his father}

Varian: It’s okay Isaiah! Daddy’s here…*brushes hair from his face* {Medic runs over and checks both boys} Medic: dear lord ...these boys need immediate medical attention. Get the surgeon! Varian: SURGEON!? {The medic picks Isaiah up} Medic: I’m sorry sir. We’ll tell the king where you can find him! *runs off with Isaiah* Varian:....Isaiah... {cut to throne room} Eugene: *pacing the floor* Rapunzel: Eugene please calm down you’re scaring Lily… Eugene: *looks over at his daughter* sorry sunshine...daddy’s just upset is all… {Varian Bursts into the throne room and runs over to them} Advisor: A-ah! Varian of Old Corona! Eugene: Varian!? {Varian bows down on his knees} Varian: Your majesties! Please accept my humblest apologies for what happened! My son knows not what he does! Please forgive- Eugene: Varian!...calm down...first things first is he alright? Varian: *looks up and rises*...he’s badly injured...the entire left half of his face is burned...charred really... Rapunzel: how did this happen? Varian: I’ve examined the explosion aftermath...he wanted to learn alchemy s-so I taught him...I had no idea of his true intentions...he seemed to have tried to make one of my goo bombs but...he made it explosive by accident..Your majesties I would never have allowed- Rapunzel: Varian...calm yourself...what happened is bad, I'm not going to lie. But no one else was seriously hurt. Punishment will be given in due time but first we need to wait for wounds to heal and We need to keep our sanity. Marketplaces can be rebuilt... Varian: Rapunzel? Rapunzel: Varian... I remember a boy who made terrible mistakes because he was angry...don’t be too hard on him Varian. He needs you now more than ever. {Varian looks at her with wide eyes; Rapunzel hugs him} Varian: *hugs her and cries* {cut to his house late at night; Isaiah lays in his bed heavily breathing with bandages covering the left side of his face} Varian: *sitting by Isaiah’s bedside dabbing his head with a cloth* Isaiah: *coughs and groans* Varian:.....what were you thinking…why would you-...*pinches bridge of nose* Isaiah: *coughing fit then whimpers* Varian: shhh...I’m here!...it’s okay buddy i’m here...Close your eyes and dream of fireflies

as they light up the sky.

Let me sing you this lullaby

as your dreams come alive.

T-There is no room for...Fear…*sniffles* {Varian looks out the window and groans at the sight of a mob approaching his door* Joseph: OPEN UP TRAITOR! WE HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YA! Crowd: YEAH! Varian: *sighs* daddy will be right back… {he walks to the front door and opens it} Varian:....Joseph...how can I be of service? Joseph: That little runt almost killed my son! Have you seen Nathaniel’s arms!? They’re burnt to a crisp! That child is insane! if the crown won’t punish him, we will! Varian: And what would you do? I realize what Isaiah did was wrong, I realize he could’ve God forbid killed someone but he didn’t and wouldn’t you say he’s been punished enough!? Quirin: Varian is right Joseph, what would punishing him even accomplish at this point? Joseph: Are you kidding me, Quirin!? what? are you letting him off the hook because he’s your son!? do you not remember the things he did as well!?

Varian: Don’t talk to my father and your leader that way! Joseph: Why don’t you shut your bloody gob Traitor!? figures your runt would take after you. How a grand lovely Duchess such as Estelle agreed to give birth to that pathetic whelp is beyond me…perhaps she was just as mad. {Varian lunges at him only to be held back by Quirin} Quirin: Varian! calm yourself son! Varian: You take that back! You muck spout! I’ll end you! Joseph: you’re still just as insane as when we were kids, alchemist! Quirin: Joseph! ...That was out of line Joseph. we do not speak ill of the dead and may I remind you Isaiah is still my grandson.:. Joseph: tsk...As you wish Quirin…come, everyone…let us leave the rabble. Physician: You had best hope he doesn’t get an infection…for I will not be the one to heal him. {they all begin to walk away. Leaving Varian and Quirin alone} Quirin: Varian? son...Are you okay? {Varian screams and punches a wall} Quirin: Varian! Varian stop! *grabs his arm* {Varian shakes and looks up at him sobbing} Quirin: oh my son… *hugs him* Varian: *sobs* {END CREDITS}

#tangled #TTS #RTA #MotH #Isaiah #Varian #tts varian #Rapunzel #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #Eugene #Eugene Fitzherbert #Quirin

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dapper-wings · 5 years ago

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SPN 15 x07 Last Call thoughts

My thoughts on 15x07 and THERE ARE A LOT OF THEM

Spoilers for SPN season 15 don’t read if you don’t want them.

Family!!!!!

OMG I LOVE THIS KITCHEN SCENE SO MUCH

Chuck and Lilith-just feels weird to hear together

FBI Dean mmmmm

KANES VOICE

CHRISTIAN KANE AND DEAN WINCHESTER I HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH I NEEDED THIS

SAM AND EILEEN FLIRTING

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS

CAS YOU COCKBLOCKER

although with sam that’s probably a better thing given his track record tho Eileen died already so maybe she’s immune?

ALSO CAS IS BACK

“There may be some of you inside chuck” “eww”

Eileen’s face as Sam strips after CAs says it could be dangerous I love her

also Eileena and Kane being the voice of reason for this I love that so much the boys need common sense in their lives

SAM GETTING KNOCKED OUT AGAIN FOR F*CKS SAKE

I am SHOCKED at this POSSIBLE CONNECTION Sam might have with CHUCK because of the GUNSHOT WOUND. Please note the sarcasm. We are 7 eps in SPN. Do better.

Supernatural fam is something I just straight up love and need aughhhh

Cass aggressively yells “WHERE ARE YOU” at dean in the phone I love him

who the f*ck is Sergei I don’t remember. CAS MOTHAF*CKIN ANGEL BEING ALL LIAM NEESON ON HIS ASS IM HERE FOR ITTT

DEAN IS TALKING ABOUT THE CAT SCENE LOLOLOL

F*ck Lee’s a bad guy isn’t he (update: yep)

“Rough decade” I hear that dean not even thinly veiled

THE EYE OF THE TIGER REFERENCE I LOVE THIS SHOW

THIS IS HAPPENING

OMIGOD DEAN

SAM WOULD KILL TO SEE THIS WHAAAAAT

OHMIGOD THE FAN SERVICE OH TO BE AN EXTRA IN THAT CROWD

half expected the bullying guy to be clif for a second

This outfit is givin me demon dean vibes

Lee throwing someone through the window of his own bar lololol

HOLY SHIT IM HERE FOR THIS FRIENDSHIP UGH

I still cannot believe we got to see Jensen and Kane do that together with Jensen in f*cking character like kill me now this is epic

Sam is dying- I’m shocked. Please Note the sarcasm.

LEE STAHP WITH THE JOKES AND ALSO I LOVE HES FIXING HIS WINDOW AFTER THE FIGHT

“You can’t rapture a car” “it was A GOOD CAR!!!” BABY VIBES AUGH

CAS SHADY eyes Sergei he knows what’s up what’s sergeis price gonna be and also why did Cas just show him the bunker like they really giving away the whole secret thing this season aren’t they

Bobby vibes damn this whole ep is givin me vibes

I knew lee was coming and it still hurt damn it. What is he heartbroken over their friendship ending? Also sad the chick died but damn it damn it damn it

Season 8: we have a secret bunker that absolutely no one but us knows about! Season 15: the whole world literally know about us and where we are located with precise coordinates but we are too trigger happy and angsty so they typically leave us alone anyways

YEAH EILEEN

There’s the visions *molly weasley voice* where HAVE you been?

HELL F*CKING YEAH CAS

BUT ALSO SHIT WE HAVE A KEY TO DEATH’S LIBRARY NOW SO BILLYS COMING UP AND WERE GONNA FIND OUT WHATS UP THE FUTURE AND POSSIBLY JACK AHHHHHH

CAs calling a hit like a badass but I’m here for it and also damn it’s nice for him to not be played all the time that was nice

Sam remembering to sign after waking up awww

Lee is a psycho and I want more of him

GODS NOT EVEN GOD lol

Deans the monster behind the door I love it

Bit on the nose with the script tho

The saloon style shootout

“BUT I KILL MONSTERS” DAMN DEAN

DEANS SIGNATURE TACKLE AND PUNCH MOVE

KILLING PEOPLE WITH POOL STICKS AGAIN BAD DEAN

F*CK THIS COWBOY LOVE STORY

THIS IS WHY YOU CANT HAVE NICE THINGS DEAN

DEAN CAS YOU COULD CUT THE TENSION WITH A KNIFE JUST TALK ALREADY

I THINK WE CAN BEAT GOD AND THE FOUR OF THEM BEING ALL TOGETHER

ITS LIKE A NEW TEAM FREE WILL

IM SO HAPPY

YASSSSSSSSS

OH THAT WAS A LOT OF FEELS EXCUSE ME WHILE I WALLOW IN MY ANGST

#sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural season 15 #sen season 15 #eileen #cas #saileen #christian kane #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #shoshannah stern

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 6 years ago

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when he smiled [chapter one]

Summary: Louis is horribly wounded after the defeat of the raiders.

Preview: And when Lily’s knife finally plunged deep into Louis’ shoulder and he let out an anguished cry, Clem saw red.

She couldn’t remember the seething scream that bubbled from her lungs or yanking the used arrow from a walkers head and aiming, but before she could even think, the arrow shot through the side of the woman’s neck with a sickening sound.

Warnings: Blood, violence, and Louis does get pretty damn hurt, so....there.

Author’s Note: Sorry, I’m trying my hand at writing some angsty clouis with an alternative look at how the fight could’ve gone. There’ll be more chapters in the future if anyone’s interested.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 [coming soon]

Clem couldn’t see Lily.

And, fuck, after the explosion everything just... happened so fast.

But, that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that everyone had gathered into the school, ready to attack. Even Mitch and Willy had managed to drag Omar in and keep him hidden while they waited for the raiders to barge through their front door and into their trap. The log took out two of them, leaving Abel to chase the group up the stairs. It was a mess of frantic heartbeats, curses and struggling against the one-armed man, but Clem managed to shove him out the window after AJ went all out with the fire poker, stabbing the gross old man several times.

Clem carefully peered out the window and saw her.

Lily and one of her men had a hold of Tenn.

They moved quickly. Her and AJ practically stumbled out of the burning room and carefully headed outside where Clem drew her bow. Lily and the man were roughly pulling a struggling Tenn over to a cage.

Before Clem could get her bow ready, a violent cry broke through the air as Mitch charged the man from the side, sending the two tumbling to the ground as Mitch’s fist collided with the man’s face until there was nothing but blood spurting. Through it all, Tenn broke free from the off-guard Lily just as Clem fired.

The arrow pierced Lily’s leg and she fell back before she could reach Mitch.

Tenn grabbed at Mitch’s sleeve and begged him to stop, breaking Mitch of his bloodthirsty anger, and the two ran to join Willy and Aasim, who were firing arrows from the top floor.

Clem continued to shoot from her and AJ’s hiding spot, hitting both raiders and the walkers stumbling through the gate. She saw Louis and Violet, weapons in hand, killing walkers back to back and watching out for one another.

However, more and more walkers kept barging in, and most getting a hold of the fallen raiders trying to crawl to safety.

“Shit!” Clem called out. “Everyone inside! Now!”

Violet rushed at Clem, slicing the head of a walker in half on her way. “Fuck!”

Behind her, she could hear Mitch cursing and Ruby hollering something about Omar’s leg. Clem shot another arrow, killing a walker, but it seemed that for every one she successfully killed, three more replaced it. She cursed under her breath, turning to AJ, who stayed beside her, shooting walkers.

She spotted Louis. He knocked over another walker, meeting her eye and calling out, “Go! I’m right behind you!”

“Hurry!”

Quickly, she hurried into the shelter of the school.

“AJ, c’mon!”

---

AJ didn’t follow her, though. The boy had his gaze fixated on Abel, grunting and crawling towards him.

“You fff-ffucking little shit!” he croaked.

With a broken leg and a missing arm, he had no chance. AJ reached for his gun, holding his breath. He had promised Clem that he wouldn’t kill the man that haunted his nightmares. After all, he lost.

Still, he pointed the gun at the suffering man, thoughts buzzing with rights and wrongs. This man was a monster, and monsters die. This man would hurt them if he lived, even without an arm and a leg.

But, for the first time, AJ hesitated.

Don’t hesitate.

Always aim for the head.

Before he could pull the trigger, AJ was yanked back by his coat. “Ah!”

“C’mere!”

The woman had a hold of him and his gun.

---

Inside, Clem was in the office with everyone.

Everyone...

She turned toward the door.

“Where’s Louis?” Panic settled in.

Violet shook her head. “Shit, I thought he followed me!”

“Clem-”

“Shit!”

Clem turned to Tenn, noticing his wide, frightened eyes searching the room. Immediately she knew what he was looking for.

Her insides twisted.

“AJ-!”

He was just-

“Clementine!” Lily’s shout stopped Clem in her tracks. “Clementine! Get your ass out here! I know you’re in there!”

“Fuck! Clem!” Violet grabbed her arm and yanked her toward the broken window.

There stood Lily, her arm wrapped around AJ’s neck with her gun to his head. She seemed to vibrate with furious pain as she glared at the building.

“Your kid’s right here, Clementine!” Lily snarled. “You can have him back if you come out!”

“Clem,” Tenn’s quivering voice sounded beside her.

“I’ll shoot him! I will!”

“Lily! Don’t you fucking dare!”

“You want him alive!?” Lily exclaimed, pressing the gun right to AJ’s temple. “Then do as I say!”

A million thoughts ran through Clem’s brain. None coherent, none plausible.

“Fuck, I’ll kill that bitch!” Mitch exclaimed, ready to go out there before Aasim and Willy stopped him.

“We can’t just charge her! She’ll shoot him!” Aasim argued.

“She’ll shoot him anyway if we don’t charge her!” Mitch snapped back.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“We need a plan-” Violet was cut off.

“Clementine!” Lilly shouted. “I’ll count to three! If you and your friends aren’t down here, he gets a bullet in his head!”

“No!” cried Tenn.

“Oh shit...” Violet hissed. “Louis!”

“ONE!”

Clem’s heart practically broke right out of her chest when she spotted Louis through the window, crouched down, avoiding walkers and carefully approaching Lily.

“TWO!”

Clem shoved away from the window and ran faster than ever before.

“Clementine, wait-!”

“THREE-AUGH!”

By the time she reached the staircase, a shot rang out.

“AJ!”

---

Louis wasn’t thinking.

Everything moved so fast; his swings at the walkers and his frantic search for anyone needing help. When he didn’t see anyone else left besides himself, Clem and AJ, he was supposed to hurry inside.

But, when he saw AJ neglect to follow Clem and approached the man with the broken leg instead, he didn’t.

And thank God he didn’t.

He had no qualms attacking this woman, tackling her to the ground.

The second you put a gun to the temple of a young child, the gloves come off.

He wasn’t letting AJ die because of some vindictive woman and her army fantasy.

Not AJ.

---

Bursting through the front doors, Clem spotted him instantly.

AJ was curled up on his knees, hands pressed over his ringing ears and face twisted with agony. Luckily, no bullet wounds in him. Practically jumping off the stairs, Clem rushed to AJ.

“AJ!”

When she reached him, she realized Louis had Lily pinned a few feet away, and walkers surrounded them.

“No!” Clem cried out. “Walkers!”

Violet, Mitch, Aasim, and Willy charged out, weapons drawn and began taking down as many walkers as possible. Within the mess, Clementine pulled AJ into her arms and shoved past the walkers to the safety of the dorm, leaving him with Ruby, Tenn, and Omar.

“What’s happenin’ out there!?” exclaimed Ruby. She had blood smeared on her hands from patching up Omar’s leg.

“Walkers are everywhere!”

“The raiders-!”

“They’re dead, or gone, but- fuck! We need you out here, Ruby!”

“Go,” Omar urged. “I’m fine, just go!”

Ruby nodded firmly, pulling out her weapon. Clem turned to AJ, who still kept his ears covered.

“AJ, watch Omar.”

He did very little to protest.

Outside, Clem’s eyes searched frantically for Louis. She found him struggling with Lily, an expression of absolute fury on his face, unlike anything she’s ever seen on him.

“Keep the walkers off him!” Clem shouted. She pulled out her knife and fought her way towards the struggle.

---

Louis forced most of his weight onto Lily’s chest. He fought to keep her pinned, but she managed to curve her non-wounded leg up and land a blow to his gut.

Louis grunted, losing his balance and loosening his grip on one of her wrists. The result was a well-found blow to his jaw. Blood sputtered from his mouth and dripped onto Lily’s face.

With adrenaline and the will to fight pulsing through him, Louis’ dull nails clawed into Lily’s face and throat.

Her response was a knife in his side.

Pain enveloped his body.

---

Through the mass of walkers, Clem watched in absolute horror as Lily fought Louis off of her and reversed their positions. Grabbing her knife, Lily held it above her head and thrust it down towards Louis.

“Louis!”

The knife hit the ground beside his head as Louis ducked forward, grunting in pain. Lily rammed her knee into his stomach, right next to the fresh wound. This time, she put all her weight into the punch she landed on his cheek. It left him dazed, the world shifting between black and orange, throbbing, aching.

The woman above him stuck again, and again, and again.

---

Lily didn’t just want him dead.

No, her fury was hot, blinding.

It reflected in the flames of her eyes.

The world had collapsed.

Her people were dead.

She had nothing but the rushing sound in her ears and the boy under her.

She wanted to make him unrecognizable, nothing but flesh, blood, and dirt...

---

And when Lily’s knife finally plunged deep into Louis’ shoulder and he let out an anguished cry, Clem saw red.

Lily shot up, dropping her knife and holding her neck. She fell atop a horrified Louis, twitching and gurgling blood.

Then, Clem watched as Louis went limp. Even though the fire burned around her, ice ran through her veins and her heart plummeted into her stomach.

“No!” she cried.

She ran to them, yanking Lily off him and grasping his swelling face in her trembling hands. “Louis!”

He didn’t respond.

“Fuck! Clem!” Violet killed a walker from behind Clem before rushing to her side. “Goddammit, Louis!”

Clem shook her head. “No!” She pressed her palm against his neck. His pulse beat slow and harm compared to hers, so panicked and distraught. His chest rose and shuttered with every tiny gasp that escaped his lips.

“Is-is he-”

“We need to get him to Ruby! Now!”

“Ruby!” Violet called over. “Mitch! Aasim!”

“Oh God!” Ruby gasped, running to the call of her name. “No!”

The rest was a blur for her. Clementine watched the last of the walkers fall from arrows to the head and the flames spread as Louis, wounded and unconscious, was carried in.

Clem knew there couldn’t possibly be a word to describe how she felt in that moment.

She turned to Lily’s body.

Lily was dead.

And Clem could do nothing more than take her knife and make sure she wasn’t ever, ever coming back.

---

“Figured out what to call the song.”

“Oh?”

“’Clementine,’“ he grinned. “Obviously. You know, because I like fruit. And... I like you even more. So.... there.”

Her eyes darted to his smile.

“Gotta admit, of all the things I saw coming, you having a crush on me was not one of them.”

A crush...

What an understatement.

He spoke, and all she could focus on was the movement of his lips. And when he smiled, so wide, so genuine, she was done for.

She didn’t mean for the hum to escape her throat when she kissed him.

Or the sigh.

She kissed him.

And she kissed him...

“Clem...?”

She kissed him...

She’d been spacing out.

The quiet was such a contrast.

Her gaze focused, searching over the various familiar faces for the source of the voice. Rosie rested beside her with her head in Clem’s lap.

AJ watched her cautiously, his hands pressing together nervously. His wide eyes flickered from her to the door. “Clem, can I go in?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she replied. “We... we need to give Ruby space to work.”

“But, someone should be there with him,” protested AJ. “To tell him he’s okay and he’s gonna get better.”

Clem sighed. “The best thing you can do for him right now, AJ, is to let Ruby concentrate on saving him.” She told not only him this, but herself.

Clem wanted nothing more than to go in there and help Ruby, but she demanded that everyone but Aasim, who promised to shut up and hand her whatever she needed, to leave.

No one was happy about it.

“She’s right, AJ,” said Violet. “Ruby knows what she’s doing. She fixed you, remember?”

AJ nodded, though not entirely convinced.

“Fuck!” Mitch kicked the wall. He ran his fingers through his messy hair before rubbing at his face.

“Knock it off,” Violet scowled. “You’re not helping.”

“If we had all gone after that bitch, then this wouldn’t’ve happened!”

“Or,” Violet interjected. “More of us would be injured, or worse.”

“We would’ve had a better chance! She wouldn’t have been able to handle all of us if we attacked at once!”

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda! It doesn’t matter anymore-”

“It doesn’t matter? Louis is fucking dying in there-!”

“I said, knock it the fuck off!”

“This is our fault-!”

“Stop!” Clem spoke, breaking the argument.

Mitch stared at her before looking down at his feet. He uncrossed his arms and bit at his lips, looking at the dry blood staining his fingertips. His face was a cocktail of rage and remorse.

After a long silence, he murmured, “I’m not digging another grave.”

“Mitch-” Violet warned.

He turned and walked away from them, muttering, “I won’t. Not another one.”

They watched him go.

Clem could see the panic settle on Willy’s face as he scrambled to his feet and followed Mitch down the hall.

I’m not digging another grave.

Heat pressed against the back of Clem’s throat.

“He’s just freaked out,” said Omar. He lay on the couch, drowsy, with his leg properly bandaged. His brows furrowed with worry. “I’m freaked out, too.” Omar closed his eyes, leaning back against the armrest. “Never been shot before... Hell, never seen Louis in such... bad shape.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” muttered Violet.

“He...” Tenn stuttered. “he... couldn’t even open his eyes. O-or speak.”

“He’s gonna be okay, though, right?” AJ turned to Clem with worried hope reflecting in his stare. “Ruby’s gonna fix him like she did with me?” He reached over and held onto her sleeve. “Clem?”

Clem said nothing.

Neither did anyone else.

#twdg #twdg clouis #twdg louisentine #clouis #louisentine #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg mitch #twdg aasim #twdg willy #twdg ruby #twdg omar #twdg lily #welp this is a thing i wrote #i'm sorry

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chockfullofsecrets · 6 years ago

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Sit and Stay

Rating: Gen

Summary: Yagi has a habit of tapping his fingers nervously. This normally isn’t a problem, but today there’s a certain voice hero lying in his lap.

Word Count: 1763

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving, you guys! Going to post this just in case anyone needs to read about soft indulgent tickles as much as I do right now :)

Hizashi frowned as he looked over the common room of 1-A’s dorms.

There was nothing wrong with the room itself; despite Aizawa’s grumbling about the horrors of having twenty quirk-possessing teenagers live together, the place was barely a month old and had yet to develop any serious carpet stains or burns on the wall. That he could see, anyway.

It was pretty nice, actually – curtains open, sunlight streaming brightly through the windows and melting into smudges of warmth against the glossy surface of the coffee table. No, the only problem here was the scarecrow man sitting in the middle of it all.

“All Might, there you are! You’re a hard guy to find!”

From the look on his face, the other man was surprised to see him. That was only to be expected, given that it had taken nearly twenty minutes to track him here.

Yagi straightened from where he had been listing slightly against the couch’s armrest, tapping nervously at the pages of the book on his lap even as he smiled brightly. “Yamada-kun! Sorry, I didn’t realize you were looking for me! I’m here because I promised the students that I would help them make dinner tonight.”

Hizashi squinted. “So you’re going to sit here for the next four hours, waiting for them to get back?”

Yagi’s grin took on a distinctly sheepish tilt. “I thought I might get a little reading done in the meantime,” he said. “Regardless, what are you doing here?” His eyes widened. “Is something going on with the children? The trip-”

“Nope,” Hizashi interjected firmly. “They’re fine, Eraser’s fine. I am here,” he said grandly, pausing to shoot his fellow teacher a pair of finger guns,” to do this!”

Crossing the room to Yagi’s side, he lifted the book and Yagi’s hands with it so that he could flop down comfortably in his newly-available lap.

Yagi coughed sharply, his thin legs twitching under Hizashi’s weight. “Yamada-kun!”

“Hey, keep reading, pretend I’m not even here if you want!” he soothed, pulling out his phone. “Aizawa told me to, and I quote, sit on you or something to make sure you didn’t follow him and 1-A on their class trip and actually got your rest in. I don’t make the rules!”

Yagi was still bent uncomfortably against the weight, his whole body tense, but at that he laughed shortly. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it this literally.”

Hizashi shrugged. “Too bad! With Eraser gone, you’re my designated cuddle buddy until further notice.” Wanting the other man to relax, he reached up and tugged lightly at one of his bangs. “We can braid each other’s hair if you want – and believe me, I would be one hundred percent down for that – but I meant it when you said you can keep reading. What is it? Anything good?”

The book’s cover was hurriedly flattened over Hizashi’s stomach, but not before he could make out the title - ‘Teaching For Dummies’? He huffed in disbelief, but that was a battle for another day. Squirming onto his side to get a better angle for viewing his screen, he opened up his browser and pointedly started scrolling.

Thankfully, Yagi took the hint that Hizashi wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon and, shyly propping his book up on the available hip, got back to doing whatever it was he was doing. Hizashi found himself drifting as well – the sunlight really was nice in here, the couch a cooling leather, and after a couple minutes of getting used to Yagi’s bony form he stopped minding it except for the comforting warmth soaking into his side and back through his T-shirt.

And then one of Yagi’s hands slipped from the pages of his book to Hizashi’s side and returned to its nervous drumming, finger after finger padding lightly down.

Hizashi bit back a giggle, not wanting to disturb the tranquil scene, but it just kept going, the slight tapping, and the longer it went the more it started to feel… sensitive.

Thanking himself for wearing glasses today instead of contacts, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think. He could roll over, but being on his belly would smush his face into the couch cushions and being on his back with those fingers still drumming was definitely not an option. If it kept on like this, he was going to laugh, and that would startle Yagi out of it, but then -

It felt too nice to make him stop, Hizashi decided. A couple minutes. He could hold out for a couple more minutes, and then he would say something.

He tried to focus on his phone, raising one hand dramatically to his mouth as if he were deep in thought – at least it would hide the smile he could feel tugging at the edges of his lips. But the feeling just kept going, each tap sparking a new ticklish nerve on his side, and despite his best efforts he couldn’t keep himself from snickering helplessly at the assault.

Yagi’s fingers paused abruptly, and with the relief came a sense of disappointment that he tried very hard to supress. “Yamada-kun? Are you all right?”

Hizashi’s hand spasmed over his mouth; he wasn’t sure what would happen if he actually turned to look at the other man. “Yeah, yeah! You were just, uh… tickling me, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” The hand returned to his side, rubbing briskly and dispelling the remaining tingles. “I didn’t even realize, I must have been doing that for a while – nervous habit, you know! Why didn’t you say anything?”

It was a casual question, in exactly the same tone Aizawa asked it in when he was in the mood for teasing, and Hizashi blamed that entirely for his knee-jerk response of, “I – haha, I… didn’t want you to stop?”

Yagi’s hand froze. “Ah.”

Hizashi moved so fast to cover his face in embarrassment that he almost cracked his glasses and maybe his nose on the phone still in his hand. “Augh! Sorry, for a second there I thought you were – I mean, I wasn’t trying to-”

The hand on his waist tightened a little, pushing gently until Hizashi was tipped over into a decidedly more supine position than his ban on eye contact could stand. Yagi didn’t look angry, though, just a little amused. It was the first time Hizashi had seen him anything other than blatantly nervous all day. “You must be quite ticklish here, if a little tapping has you this worked up.”

“Huh?” Mic said, half mumbling into his hands, and then his eyes widened as the words registered. “I – ah – not really, and – it wasn’t just the tapping! I’m not that ticklish!”

He absolutely was, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

Yagi took it in stride, setting his book down and sending his other hand to join the first on Hizashi’s sides. As Hizashi took a second to stupidly wonder how hands so large and comfortingly warm could exist, he stroked his thumbs gently against the base of Hizashi’s ribcage. “Oh, really? In that case, you’ll have to tell me what I was doing that you liked so much.”

“I – pfft –“

“Or maybe you didn’t like any of it, and you were hoping I would do this instead?” A single finger scribbled across his belly, bared below the hem of his shirt from all the shifting, and the genuinely curious look on Yagi’s face did absolutely nothing to keep him from squeaking in pleasured mortification.

“Ah – gyahahaha – that tickles!”

“I figured it would,” Yagi chuckled. “I don’t mind doing this, if you’re enjoying it.”

Mic sputtered, still choking on giggles as another finger snuck out to circle his navel. “W-whyhyhy?”

Yagi ducked his head a little, not entirely succeeding on hiding a shy smile behind his bangs. “I’ve been looking for something to do with my hands, and you said you didn’t want me to stop, so – please tell me if any of that isn’t the case!”

Even Aizawa wasn’t usually mean enough to make him admit things like this, he thought, and ignored the question in favor of curling a little further into Yagi’s lap.

“Okay, then,” Yagi said, smiling a little wider, “how about here?” He dipped a finger delicately into the shallow well of Hizashi’s navel, pressing down just hard enough to massage the nerves at the very bottom, and Hizashi very nearly screamed a hole into the ceiling.

Luckily his hands were tight enough over his mouth to avoid him being the first person to cause property damage in 1-A’s dorm, and he deployed one of them to smack Yagi furiously on the arm until the offending digit was removed and he could successfully gasp for breath. “Ha, ha, ah – I have a voice quirk, remember?”

Yagi raised a surprised eyebrow, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly, and Hizashi almost melted under his fond look. “That bad, huh? I guess we’ll save that spot for Aizawa-kun to tackle, then.”

So much for fond. “Don’t tease me, it’s mean,” Hizashi groaned, breaking back into bubbly giggles almost immediately as Yagi returned to tracing light lines over the lower half of his belly.

“Sorry, sorry,” Yagi said – how many times was this guy going to apologize to him anyway? – but he was smiling happily at Hizashi’s torment, providing gently torturous tickles until Hizashi decided that he was finally in the mood to breathe like a normal person.

He wriggled into a more upright position, tugging his shirt down, and grimaced as he caught sight of the time on his phone. “Ah, it’s only been an hour, and we’ve already done all there is to do in here! Why don’t you come for a walk with me or something?”

Yagi’s smile diminished considerably. “But, the students-”

“Are doing community service in the middle of a city with multiple pro heroes watching their every move. I know we don’t have the best track record, but sitting here waiting for them to come back safely isn’t going to do much, is it?”

“Right,” Yagi sighed. “As long as I’m here when they get back, I can go for a run or something-”

“I will sit on you again.”

“A walk,” he conceded. “Exercise is good for staying positive, isn’t it?”

“Anything’s better than staying in here,” Hizashi agreed, bouncing a little in excitement. “Okay, let’s go!”

“You have to get off me first,” Yagi reminded gently.

“Oh, yeah, crushing the Symbol of Peace under my legs… oookay, here we go!”

And so they went.

#bnha #yagi toshinori #yamada hizashi #tickling #allmic #chocfic

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