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Then, There Was You

Prelude

July 13th, 1988

Diana, Princess of Wales, walked down the main hallway of Buckingham Palace. The click of her heels muffled by the velvet rug covering the tiled floor.

Tonight was Queen Elizabeth’s Sixtieth Birthday Celebration, so it was a very important event to say the least. The Royal Families’ extended list of acquaintances had travelled from all over to be here. As much as she loves the Queen, there was always a sense of unease that followed her throughout these events. It had nothing to do with her mother-in-law or the rest of the family at all. It was her. She struggled to feel as though she belonged, yet somehow she was constantly reminded of the void she filled. The people of England had grown quite fond of her and even though she didn’t understand it, she vowed to herself to never take it for granted. Most of all, to never let them down.

When she rounded the corner she was met with her husband, who looked very frustrated. He grumbled lowly, not having noticed her presence yet.

*Diana’s POV*

“Dear, it’s really no use. She’s hiding.” I chuckled softly, crossing my arms. “You know how much she loathes these types of events. All the people. All the pressure.”

“I know, but she has to make an appearance. I don’t enjoy it anymore than she does.” Charles responded, opening and shutting doors as he searched for his sister. “Where on earth could she be? How does she do this? Just vanish into thin air.”

“She doesn’t want to see Benjamin. Your mother practically names their nonexistent children when they’re in the same room. Y/N doesn’t like it, it makes her uncomfortable. She doesn’t care for him, not in that way.”

“That’s neither here nor there. She needs grow up at some point. If our parents want her to marry him, then that’s what she must do. It’s how this works. I’ve done it. Now, it’s her turn.”

“You’re so romantic.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I directed the light hearted joke towards him. I knew our marriage wasn’t a fairytale, but I still didn’t appreciate having it thrown in my face.

If it wasn’t for Y/N, I would’ve fought against the marriage much harder, but I love my sister-in-law to pieces. She was one of, if not the best part of my new life in the Royal Family. We connected early on and we had naturally found comfort in one another. We were close, which meant I knew all of her hiding spots, but I’d never tell Charles or anyone else for that matter. I understood her, more than they cared to. I was determined to protect Y/N, the way I wished someone had done for me.

“I don’t have time for this. She’s ridiculous. I have to get back out there. At least one of us has to be an adult today, so it looks like it’s up to me. Do you mind searching on your own?”

“Sure. I’ll take care of it.” I smiled and Charles nodded, giving me a quick peck on the forehead.

I watched as he made his way back to the party, once he was out of sight I stealthily made my way into the room at the end of the hall. It had a balcony that Y/N tended to gravitate to when she needed an escape. Once I’d entered I quickly closed the door behind me, moving towards the door leading outside. I slowly twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

“Oh! Spence, you scared me.” Y/N breathed out, stepping out from the table she had crawled under.

“Great spot. I barely saw you there.”

“I panicked.”

“You need practice.” I fake scolded her, collapsing into a chair.

“Yeah, yeah. Who sent you?”

“The worst of them all.” My eyes widened as if I was telling a horror story.

“My dad?” She gasped dramatically.

“Your brother.”

“Boo!”

“You’ve got that right. So, how much longer are we hiding out for?”

“I need a few more minutes.”

“I’ll give you two, then I’m dragging you out of here.”

“Trader.” Y/N huffed, hopping up to sit on the stone column of the railing.

“What? You want to leave me out there all alone?”

“Of course not.”

“Benjamin has been talking up your parents since he arrived.”

“I’m going to become physically ill if I have to be anywhere near him tonight.”

“I’ll do my best to run interference.”

“Bless your heart!” Y/N announced, throwing her hands in the air. “Have I ever told you how breathtaking you look under the moonlight?”

“No need to soften me up. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know. Thank you, my favorite sister.” She skipped over and hugged me. I loved hearing her say that. I knew she meant it and even though I was technically her only sister, it still meant the world to me.

“You’re mine too. Ready to conquer all?”

“I suppose.”

“We’ll walk extra slow.”

“You’re my favorite person ever.”

“I better be.” I laughed, leading the way out.

“Okay, you ready?” I questioned nervously as we stood in front of the large doors leading up to the ballroom. “The night will fly by I promise. Plus, we get cake for our struggles.”

“Thanks Spence. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Y/N squeezed my hand with a smile.

The gentlemen greeting guests moved to open the doors for us. A deep bow to show their respect as we moved to enter the room. It was something I had yet to become accustomed to although I always acknowledge kindness and offered it in return. It was natural to me, so I was told.

Y/N was oddly quiet as we moved towards the head table. I wrote it off as nervousness or just plain annoyance at having to be apart of this whole extravaganza. That’s when it happened. Y/N’s feet ceased movement and she took a deep breath. Her hand gripped my arm tightly as she pushed her shoulders back and held her chin higher.

“Wow.” The word fell out of Y/N’s mouth as she stood as still as a statue.

“What was that?” I asked, unsure I’d heard her correctly. “Are you alright?”

Y/N was in a daze. She was staring off into the distance, completely unaware that I had asked her a question and that her grip was cutting off the circulation to my fingers.

“Princess Royal.” I tried, hoping her official title would break the trance or me nudging her arm, but to no avail. Y/N was unreachable.

I followed her gaze, seeing what had brought on the distraction, or should she say whom. I was stunned, so discreetly I looked back and forth between them and found that they had each other’s attention. Well, well, well, they were so lost in their own world that they’ve forgotten about the madness surrounding them. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A bashful smile spread upon his face, leading to a pink blush to appear on her cheeks.

“This is going to be fun.” Thankfully, for everyone involved, I was more of a direct person. There was no way I was going to watch them gawk at each other all night. I’m all about a love story, especially when I get to play match maker. I hooked my arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her over to the man in the black fedora.

“Hello.” I smiled. “I’m Diana, this is Y/N. It’s so kind of you to be here for tonight’s festivities. We do hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“H— Hi, hello.” He listened to her, but his eyes never left Y/N’s. “It’s an honor to meet you— both of you. Thank you for having me.” He looked nervous, but he persevered, removing his hat and bowing his head. “Princess—”

“Please, call me Y/N.” I watched on, smirking as I witnessed my sister-in-law remember how to speak. I felt so proud.

“Y/N.” He smiled, this time his bright teeth becoming visible. The way he said her name was unlike anything I’d heard before. He said it with such tenderness.

“And, I shall call you?” Y/N was visibly becoming more confident under his gaze.

“Michael, you can call me Michael.”

“Michael.” She held her hand out to shake his, their grasp on each other’s hand lingered. I felt as though I was imposing on an intimate moment, but I didn’t move a muscle, too interested to see where this would lead— with giving them a strong nudge in the right direction of course.

“Y/N and I were just discussing how excited we are for your upcoming shows.” I spoke, earning a confused look from Y/N. “We will be attending the opening night at Wembley.”

“I’ve heard. I’m flattered that you’d want to watch me perform. I’ll have to do my best to impress tomorrow night.” He laughed softly. “Do you have a favorite song?” He asked, looking at both of us.

“I like I Just Can’t Stop Loving You, it’s really an amazing song. Your voice, it’s beautiful.” Y/N said just above a murmur.

“Thank you. That’s actually one of my favorites too. It holds a lot of meaning and passion behind it. I look forward to singing it for you. I’ll be sure to make it extra special.”

“I can’t wait.”

Y/N and Michael were looking at each other with a fire in their eyes that made even my heart skip a beat. I loved seeing this side of my sister-in-law, she was all giggly and flustered. It was too adorable.

“I like Dirty Diana.” I interrupted them, staring at each other as if they were communicating much more through their silence. Their heads both snapped in my direction. Michael had a shocked expression on his face.

“Dirty Diana?” He questioned below a whisper, leaning towards me to ensure no one else would hear his question.

“Yes. I love it.”

“I actually took that one off the setlist.”

“Why?”

“Well, out of respect for you of course. I didn’t think it’d be appropriate to perform that song since it had your name. Obviously, it’s not about you, but I just— I wanted to be respectful.”

“Oh no, it’s my absolute favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll— I can add it back. If you’re okay with it.”

“Of course.”

“That’s—” Michael started, but he was rudely interrupted.

“Ah, I see you found my lovely sister. What’s going on here?” Charles questioned, looking at each of us, completely unaware of the moment he’d just cut in on.

“Oh, nothing.” I smiled, reaching out for his hand. “Charles, this is Michael. Michael, this my husband, Y/N’s brother, Charles.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Michael says, shaking his hand firmly.

“The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for fitting us in to your very busy schedule. I know you have upcoming shows and other obligations. Diana insisted I accompany her—”

“Oh, dear, I just invited Y/N to come with me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. I do hope you won’t mind.”

“That’s a fantastic idea. My two favorite ladies’ deserve a night out. I know you’ll take great care of them.” Charles nodded towards Michael with a laugh, no doubt relieved he had been free of the commitment. He wasn’t necessarily a fan, but he had grown to enjoy the music, for me of course.

“I’ll keep a close eye on them.” Michael replied, stealing a glance at Y/N who was standing beside him. She smiled at him and when he sent a flirty wink in her direction, she all but crumbled right before our eyes. She looked so happy in his company.

Oh, I love him already.

“Charles, I was just about to come find you. Your father needed us for a toast I believe. Michael, Princess Royal, please excuse us. Oh, and I hope to see you two join us on the dance floor later.” I pulled my husband away, leaving them alone to get to know each other better.

The smile on my face growing wider by the second as we went on our way because I could feel something coming.

And, I couldn’t wait.

*Benjamin’s POV*

“Lady Diana, Sir Charles, it’s great to see you.”

“Hello, how are you Benji?” Charles smiled.

“Hi, Benjamin.” Diana spared me a tight lipped grin, further confirming my suspicions that she wasn’t very fond of me.

“Good, how are you?”

“Fine. It’s quite the turn out. Beautiful, don’t you think? It looks like my mum is enjoying herself.”

“Yes, everything looks great. Charles, have you seen—”

“She’s around here somewhere.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Last I saw her, she was over there with Michael.” He replied, pointing over to the grand entrance. “Charming guy, right honey?”

“Michael?” Who the hell is that?

“Yes.” They answered at the same time.

“Who’s that?” I questioned.

“Michael Jackson.” Diana smiled, nodding her head excitedly. “He’s so sweet. I can’t believe he actually came. Your mother was thrilled.” She added, looking at Charles for approval.

“That, she was.” He confirmed. “She’s going hang that picture up above the mantle.”

“Right.”

“Oh, relax. Benji, no competition. He’s a friend of the family. Diana here is simply star struck.”

“He’s incredibly talented.” She gushed. “I don’t understand how he does it all. I can’t wait for tomorrow—”

“I suppose.”

“Jealousy is a lovely color on you.” Diana joked.

“I’m not jealous. He’s a musician.” I spat.

“He’s more than—” Diana started until she was cut off by Charles’ glare. “He’s very kind.” She spoke, looking away from us.

“Well, I’ll go find her. I’m sure she’s itching to be rid of him.”

“She seemed to be enjoying herself very much. Leave her be.” Diana spoke, but I went off to interrupt them anyway.

I knew better.

I knew her.

*Michael’s POV*

“Would you like to come sit with me?” I asked, burying my hands deep in my pockets so she wouldn’t see me crossing my fingers for luck.

“I’d love to.” I gestured over to my table, unsure if it be inappropriate to guide her by pressing my hand against the curve of her back, so I fought the urge. Yeah, that definitely wouldn’t have been appropriate. Stop looking too. She has a face Michael.

“So—” I began as I pulled out the chair for her.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” I sat down, frantically trying to find what to say next. “Do you go out? I mean— well of course you go out— you don’t stay here all the time— probably go on dates too— look at you— I’m sure that happens a lot— dates— which is cool.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, what the hell is the matter with me? “Do you have a favorite place in England? That’s what I meant to ask.” Better, now don’t go back to sounding like an idiot.

“Well, I quite enjoy Dreamland. It’s an amusement park we have here. It’s incredible. We don’t get around to it much anymore with all the adult responsibilities getting in the way. Last time, we ended up spending the entire day meeting the people, but it was nice.” She laughed, shrugging in the most lovely manner I’ve ever witnessed. “What about you? What’s your favorite place back in the states?”

“I’d have to say home. I’m the most comfortable there. If I go out it can become quite difficult.”

“Ah, to be loved by the masses. It must be tough to navigate a private life.”

“Yes. I make it work the best I can though. I was lucky enough to find a beautiful piece of land to build on. Everything I need is right there, only a few steps away.”

“That sounds incredible. A lot like this place.”

“I’d assume. Well, other than the tall stone walls, I’m not sure what else there would be that our fortresses have in common.”

“Do you have a library?” She asked quickly.

“Yes.” I nodded, holding up two fingers. “Do you have a pool?”

“Yes.” She smirked, holding up one finger which caused us both to laugh. “Do you have a garden?”

“Yes.” I thought for a moment before continuing. “Do you have a go kart track?”

“What? No. I wish! Wait, do you?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wouldn’t dare lie to a princess. I also have a few other attractions.” I said in a teasing tone.

“Attractions? I’m going to need the details. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Hm.. a Ferris Wheel, a Merry Go Round, some carnival games. Nothing too fancy.”

“Nothing too fancy? It sounds like you live at the home of the mouse!”

“Home of the mouse?” I chuckled although I was very confused.

“Yes! The mouse. You know? All the rides and the big castle—”

“Mickey Mouse? Do you mean Disneyland?” I smiled at her description, it was cute.

“Yes! You’re like Mickey Mouse.”

“I love that comparison, but my home is called Neverland.”

“Neverland. That’s a beautiful name! I think I like it better than Disneyland.”

“You’re more than welcome to visit. I’d love to have you— have you over to visit.” It was bold to say the least, but I couldn’t resist.

“Oh, I’d be careful if I were you. If it’s as magical of a place as you describe, I may never leave.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll have my belongings sent over right away.” She giggled as I fought the need to reach out and caress her cheek.

“I wouldn’t mind.” I repeated, her face softening as she reached over to place her hand on top of mine.

“Did you attend with a plus one or—” She asked, gosh her voice was so beautiful.

“I’m alone— not alone I mean you’re here— I— I don’t have a plus one. Today or ever. Just me.” I rambled.

“That’s perfect. Thank you for sharing. I’m alone too. Not alone, alone. I mean you’re here.” She giggled as she threw my words back at me. Oh, she’s teasing me. I could get use to this.

“So..” Shit. Her hand hasn’t moved, her skin is so smooth. Shit. Don’t freeze up now. Keep the conversation going or she’ll leave. “That’s a really pretty tiara.” I pointed to the top of her head. Wow. Great ice breaker Michael. “You’re pretty— breathtaking really.” Eh, not great but a step in the right direction.

“Thank you. You’re as kind as you are handsome.” She smiled, looking at me as she gave my hand a tender squeeze. I took this moment to allow my gaze to linger. Her dress was a light pink color. She had loose sleeves that reached her elbows. The skirt flowed off her body, falling just short of dragging on the floor. I was admiring her so intently that I didn’t realize her staring at me.

“I’m sorry.” I quickly fixed my gaze at the ground. “You— I’ve never seen anyone— I just needed a proper moment to truly appreciate what’s in front of me.”

“You really have a way with words.” She smiled, leaning towards me to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You’re quite the gentleman.”

“What can I say? You’ve got an effect on me.” I laughed off how my cheek was still tingling from her touch.

“When did you arrive in England?” She clasped her hands around mine, waiting for my answer and looking at me like I was the only person in the room.

“My flight got in last night.”

“Oh, you haven’t even been able to explore. You have to see the—”

“Princess Royal, I’ve been looking for you.” A man approached us, interrupting our conversation.

“Benjamin. Hello, this is Michael. He’s been keeping me company.” She smiled at me kindly.

“Well, I can take over from here.” He said sternly, his gaze landing on our entangled hands.

“No need, Michael is great company.” She said, her hands still in mine. She wasn’t letting go. And, I definitely wasn’t letting go.

“Thank you. As are you.” As are you? Why the fuck did I just say that? Thankfully, she seemed to like it. She started laughing, leaning against my arm to keep from falling out of her chair. Shit. Am I irresistible in England?

“Okay, well I’ll go get us some drinks and join you. The both of you, I guess.” He sent a disapproving look my way before walking off. I didn’t think about it much, how could I? I could barely think straight with her sat beside me. As long as she enjoyed my company, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you up for some impromptu sightseeing?” She turned to me with a hopeful smile on her face. “I think we’ve spent enough time amongst the masses.” She joked.

“I’m assuming you’ll be my private tour guide?” I asked, smiling back at her. “If so, then absolutely, yes.” Nice, that was smooth.

“You’re in for a treat! I’m the best tour guide.”

“Lead the way your highness.” She giggled as she gripped my arm, jumping up from our seats at the same time and fast walking towards the nearest exit.

“This way!” She pointed to the left, holding my hand from only a few steps in front of me. I’d give anything for this moment to never end.

Her dress swayed side to side as we made our exit, I held onto my hat, ensuring it wouldn’t leave my head. My shoulders shook as I chuckled at my predicament. Y/N looked over her shoulder at me with a grin on her face that reached all the way up to her eyes.

She’s stunning.

“Scared of heights?” She asked. “It’s only four stories up.” She added, a little more nonchalant than I cared for.

“Not particularly.” Kind of, well yes, very, but I’m not going to tell her that, especially when she’s already crawling out the window onto the roof. Great.

“Come on.”

“Is this safe?” I inquired, curiously inspecting the window sill. “I mean, is this okay?”

“Uh yeah, I believe so. I come up here all the time.” She was out of sight, but I could still hear her clearly. Here goes nothing. “Well, are you coming?” She laughed.

“Yes.” Oh, beautiful woman, I hope you’re worth me scaling a building.

As I crawled onto the roof I spotted her sitting at the edge of the building. Perfect. Just where I was hoping she’d be. I dusted off my knees before making my way over to her. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. A nice, well-built, flat surface to walk on. Carefully, I took a seat next to her, dangling my legs over the edge, away from safety just like her. Respectfully, this woman might be a little crazy.

“Finally, I’m glad you decided to join me.” She teased me.

“Excuse my tardiness, I made a few wrong turns.”

“You were worth the wait.” She said between fits of laughter.

“It’s not everyday a beautiful princess invites me to throw caution to the wind and climb a very tall building. I needed to make some calls and get my affairs in order.”

“Oh, stop.” She laughed harder, her hand resting on my shoulder. “You could’ve said no.”

“Say no? To you? Never.”

“Never?”

“Never. I think I’d do anything to spend more time with you.” I muttered honestly, she heard me, her lips parted slightly as her expression turned to worry.

“You’re scared of heights aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?” I gasped, avoiding looking down at all costs.

“Michael, you’re gripping the roof for dear life.”

“It’s okay, you’re helping me face my fears.”

“Oh, here let me help you. We can sit somewhere else. Away from the edge.” She helped me scoot backwards, making sure I was okay. “I can’t believe you lied! You just told me you wouldn’t dare lie to me when we were inside. I feel awful, are you alright?” She bursted out laughing, slapping my shoulder softly once we were far enough away from the edge.

“I didn’t want the night to end and I didn’t want you to think I was a coward.”

“Our night together would’ve continued, but I would’ve taken you to the balcony instead. And, I don’t think that one bit. It was really sweet— and extremely brave.”

“Brave huh?”

“Very.”

“I’m afraid to find out what else you could get me to do.”

“Hmm.. maybe we’ll try skydiving next?”

“If you really want to— I think I could muster up enough courage to do so. You’ll probably have to hold my hand the entire time though.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” She said shyly, fiddling with the bracelet hanging from her wrist.

“I was told I was in store for a bit of sightseeing, tourist like adventures, yet I don’t see a souvenir cart. Your highness, Miss most gorgeous tour guide, do you care to share the details of this tour?”

“Miss most gorgeous?” She tilted her head, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips.

“Yes. That is your name isn’t it? It’s very fitting.”

“You’re quite the smooth talker.” She laughed, shaking her head at me. “You’re funny. I like that.”

“Good.” My response short and to the point, but it felt right.

“That over there is Big Ben.”

“There?” I asked, purposely pointing the opposite direction. I was a man with a plan.

“No.” She giggled, grasping at my wrist, directing it the other way under her sweet touch. “It’s right there.”

“Oh, now I see it.” Her hand lingered against my skin, so I took the opportunity to slide my hand into hers. I avoided her gaze, but from the corner of my eye I could see her smile. “That’s beautiful.” I said, relaxing as my hand settled around hers.

“England is most beautiful at night. The street lights look like stars. The city isn’t too loud either.” She went on as if us being this close was normal, like she’d let me do it again.

“I agree. It’s peaceful up here.”

“Tell me something about yourself.” She spoke, poking my hand with her thumb.

“I love hot sauce on my popcorn.”

“Hot sauce? I’ve never tried that.”

“You’re missing out.”

“I guess you’ll have to show me sometime.”

“I’d be honored. Another reason for you to visit Neverland, I have a movie theater and a popcorn machine.”

“Two invitations in one night. Eager are we?”

“Maybe just a little.” I winked at her, making that beautiful sound of joy fall from her lips. “So, what’s something I should know about you?”

“I like M&M’s in my popcorn.”

“Oh, the lady has good taste.”

“What’s your favorite thing about touring?”

“I don’t like it all that much.”

“Really? But, you’re a musician. That’s a big part of the job I’d assume.”

“It is, but I don’t like it all that much. I love meeting people that enjoy what I do. I appreciate them very much. It just takes a toll. The constant traveling is exhausting at times.”

“That makes sense.”

“I can tell you my favorite thing about England. If you’d like to know.” I offered with a smile.

“Yes. What is it?” She seemed so excited to hear my answer and I wanted nothing more than to see her reaction.

“You.”

“I— You don’t mean that.” She blushed, adverting her attention elsewhere.

“My nerves were everywhere, receiving an invitation to an event like this. I almost didn’t come. I had my doubts. People aren’t always the kindest to me, but I was wrong.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too. It’s like there were so many reasons to hide in a corner, so many reasons to rush through small talk with strangers...” I drifted off, realizing how vulnerable I was being, but surprisingly, I didn’t feel afraid.

“Go on.”

“All those reasons to be afraid and hide simply vanished. Suddenly, they felt so silly, you know? Then…” The sparkle in her eyes was evident with the darkness surrounding us. It grew brighter with each word that fell from my lips.

“Then, what?” Her voice soft, her tone reassuring, like she knew what I was going to say, like she understood.

“Then, there was you.”

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ouijarat · 3 months ago

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Too Weird to Love, Too Scared to Die.

Chapter One

(This was just a silly goofy idea that my partner convinced me to get out of my brain and onto the internet. This takes place in an alternate Weirdmageddon Finale scenario. Btw I hardly ever write and this is my first fic like ever so PLEASE BE NICE TO ME and let me know if y'all like it. Ty <3)

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“I’ll give it to you!” Stanford Pines’ voice echoed from the cage and through the cavernous hall of the fearamid. The world seemed to stop as Stanford’s once beloved Muse-turned-monster’s gigantic eye turned from the two children in his grasp he was about to send to meet their maker a moment ago and onto him. Bill’s gaze was as blinding as the sun.

“I’ll give you the equation, Cipher! Just… don’t hurt my family… please.”

Bill stared while Dipper and Mabel’s terrified expressions drilled themselves into Ford’s mind during the stillness. Just as Dipper opened his mouth, seemingly to protest against Ford’s decision, Bill’s shrill, inhuman laughter enveloped their senses; the sound loud enough to rattle one’s skull and make one’s ears bleed should they stand too close.

“Oh, Sixer! I just knew you’d come around~!” The demon cackled smugly, depositing the young twins on a high up support beam, safe for the time being yet out of their uncles’ reach. The grotesque, gargantuan form of arms and teeth and tongues the triangle had reverted to when angered began to shrink back down to size, the red fading back to yellow as he looked down at Ford with as much sick satisfaction a creature without a proper face could possibly express.

“I’m so happy you’ve finally, finally come to your senses!”

Stanford looked over his shoulder to glance at his brother, expecting to read contempt, maybe anger at Ford for not thinking of something fast enough; but when their eyes met he only saw fear and uncertainty. He couldn’t bear it, so he averted his gaze. He yelped as his body was lifted off the obsidian palace floor as Bill effortlessly levitated him out of his confinement.

“I’ve gotta say, IQ, you really had me going there! I thought you were actually gonna make me kill one of the brats!” He gently dropped Stanford in front of his now much less threatening form, straightening out his bowtie as his little heels collided with the ground with a small click, making himself level with Ford as though foolishly trying to perpetuate the illusion that they were equals here. The laughable notion of respect.

Ford grimaced, six fingernails digging into each of his palms as he steeled himself, remaining woefully silent. Bill was clearly annoyed that Ford refused to play into his verbal sparring, the demon’s expression souring.

“Aw c’mon, Fordsie. Don’t be like that. Cheer up! Soon I’ll be free, and I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted!”

Ford’s eyes darted up to the two children clinging onto each other at least 30 feet above him before he looked back to Bill, his expression flat. “You could never give me anything I would truly want.”

The triangle looked almost hurt for a moment before he laughed again, regaining his composure.

“And why’s that?”

Stanford stared at him. “You’re selfish,” He said, his voice tainted with the shadow of disdain. “You couldn’t emotionally fulfill another person if you tried. You’re a monster.”

The demon’s eye twitched, his gaze suddenly distant as his yellow glow seemed to dim. Above them, Dipper squeezed Mabel’s hand in a vice grip, scared that Ford had just signed his own death certificate. Instead, Bill just snapped back to normal in an instant, giggling again. “We’ll see about that. But for now..” He extended a dainty black arm, his hand suddenly engulfed in blue flame awaiting Ford’s palm to complete their deal.

“Let’s get this show on the road. Eh, Sixer?”

Ford looked down at the floor below him, too ashamed to meet his family’s gaze as he pressed what was, for all intents and purposes, the big red button for the apocalypse. At least they’ll be safe. He held his breath and grasped Bill’s hand, memories of thirty years ago flashing through his mind as soon as they made contact. The demon’s eye widened maniacally as he cackled, his grasp tightening around Ford’s polydactyl hand as the world around him froze. His surroundings turning to black and white and sensation melting away. In a low, gentle voice Stanford hadn’t heard since he worshiped a god rather than feared a beast, Bill spoke. “You’ll see, Fordsy.”

And suddenly Ford’s vision went dark.

…

Stanford woke with a start and quickly shot up, having just woken from the most terrible nightmare. He caught his breath, running a hand through the graying hair that had plastered itself to his forehead with sweat, blinking blindly. His glasses must’ve fallen off the couch as he slept. Only, even for as blind as he was, he could very quickly gather that he was in… a bed. Not his bed. That was odd. He frantically groped around for his glasses, finding them neatly folded on a nightstand beside him. He pushed them up his nose with an index finger and -much to his dismay- confirmed that this was not his room, and this was not the Mystery Shack.

Ford looked down at himself, noting the red satin pajama set he was dressed in that were also very much not his. Despite how soft the sheets were, he quickly threw them off as though they’d burned him. He stood up carefully, the hardwood floor cold against his bare feet. Taking in his surroundings, he first noticed the room had no windows or interior lamps, and yet was perfectly illuminated in warm, comforting light. Everything about the decor style was so very pointedly… him. The dark oak furniture, the golden constellation map on the wall, the chess set on the desk, the detailed antique globe in the far corner. It was all extremely reminiscent of everything he had wanted to do with his basement study back home, had he had the time. This greatly unsettled him.

He approached the bedroom door with caution, stopping in his tracks with a hand hovering over the doorknob as he heard the sound of dishes clattering distantly somewhere else in the house. Ford gulped before turning the knob excruciatingly slowly, the door cracking open with a soft creak. Nothing jumped out at him and he wasn’t immediately incinerated, so he continued on, gently pushing it all the way open to reveal… an exceedingly normal hallway.

The walls were adorned with refined red wallpaper and ornate picture frames, the pictures inside so familiar and yet so violently wrong. Nausea bubbled in his stomach as he stared at the family photographs he had gladly kept hung up throughout the walls of the shack, except now half the family had seemingly vanished, or rather been purposely eliminated from the photos. The only two people present in any of them were himself and Mabel, leaving eerily empty spaces where his brother and grand-nephew should have been. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the image of his grand-niece, her colorful braces on display as she smiled happily with her arms wrapped around nothing but dead air.

Ford jumped, suddenly ripped away from his horror once more as the loud crash of pans echoed from what seemed to be a lower floor, followed by a soft string of curses in at least five different alien languages, two of which he didn’t recognize. He tiptoed further down the hallway, his right hand itching to wrap itself around the grip of his gun. He distantly wondered what had been done with it, as well as his coat. He’d miss that coat. Ford mentally cursed himself for not simply improvising a weapon sooner in case whatever was downstairs tried to attack, yet he couldn’t stop himself from inching further and further into the house and toward the noise. Damn his curiosity.

He rounded a corner and was met with a grand staircase leading downward, taking a breath and quietly descending with his back pressed against the wall in an attempt to not risk being seen. Upon reaching the bottom, Stanford froze in place, hearing something sizzling in the next room over, accompanied by the unmistakable stench of burning roadkill. He slowly peeked around the corner, his jaw dropping at the sight before him.

He peered into what was, he had to admit, a very nice kitchen, complete with stainless steel appliances and black granite countertops. In the middle of said kitchen, holding a pan full of what looked to be a mutilated opossum over the stove, was Bill Cipher in a frilly pink apron. Said apron had the words ‘Kiss the Triangle’ printed across the front in a loopy cursive font, a heart in place of the dot over the ’i’.

Sensing his presence, the triangular demon turned to look at him cheerfully, eye upturned in a makeshift smile. “Heya, smart guy! I was wondering when you’d wake up, sleepyhead! You’re just in time for breakfast!”

Ford prayed to every god he knew of, earthen, alien or otherwise, that he’d wake up soon.

(Thank you for reading, let me know if you want a chapter two!)

#gravity falls #billford #bill cipher #fanfic #my fic #gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanfic #gravity falls au #stanford pines #toxic yaoi #my writing

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DARK FATE — Mystic 「Dark 03」 [CG]

[ Dark 02 ]

[ Location: Eden ]

???: … …Hm?

Fu... Upon what forbidden tree has the serpent coiled up around this time?

—Fade—

[ Location: Unknown — Demon Realm ]

Mystic: Uuh...

Yui: Mys, you're awake!

How are you? Does it hurt anywhere?

Mystic: Ah, well... my head's killin' me.

Yui: Sigh... I suppose that's normal. Ruki said you lost a lot of blood.

Mystic: ... Yeah...

... ... ...

——Yui!

Yui: Eh?! Wha—what's the matter, all of the sudden?

Mystic: Thank Satan, you're alright! I'm glad you made it...

... Uh... where are we?

Yui: This is KarlHeinz's castle... I believe.

Mystic: Karl——?!

( How...? )

Yui: Ruki arrived with you yesterday.

I was so worried... The medic said it was likely you wouldn't wake up for a few more days.

Mystic: Oh, ain't ya a sweetheart, little lamb?

Mystic pulls Yui's cheek.

Yui: Ow!

Mystic: I won't die from somethin' so small. You can't get rid of me that easily.

( Though, my life expectancy might've only been extended because of the Eclipse... )

So... where're the others?

Yui: Oh, you're right! I should tell them you've woken up!

—Fade—

[ Location: Guestroom — Eden Castle ]

Mystic looks at himself on the mirror. He slides a hand over the bandages around his torso.

Mystic: ( Hm... it tingles a bit, but it doesn't hurt anymore.

What kind of dark magic did this doctor perform? )

God, I’m so tired…

He plops down on the edge of the bed.

Mystic: ( … I wonder if KarlHeinz himself is actually aware that I’m here…

I feel like I’m intruding somewhere I really shouldn’t be… )

—Flashback—

Kazuha: Here I believed the lowest scum that aligned himself with Vampires had long since rotted away in his own misery.

—End Flashback—

Mystic: … …

( What am I supposed to do now?

Not only did I deceive them. I fought back. If I ever dare to show my face again, I’m as good as dead.

——And my mother…

What will they do if they figure out she covered for me? )

—Knock, knock—

The door opens. The Mukami emerge.

Yuma: Ya’re a real roach. Just doesn’t die.

Mystic: Thanks, babe. You got my heart burstin’ with love.

Kou: You really took one for us back there, huh?

Azusa: Yeah…

Mystic: Just committin' to my word. Not much else.

Ruki: How are you feeling?

Mystic: A lil' fatigued. It could be worse…

Mystic brings an arm over his shoulder and pulls at his shirt to show off the bandages.

Mystic: ——You tell me.

Ruki: ... It does look like it was a large laceration.

Yui: Hey, Mys, what’s that on your shoulder?

Mystic: Hm? What’re you talkin’ about?

Yui: There. You have a black mark on your shoulder.

Mystic: Ah… Y’all haven’t seen it before, huh?

Yuma: Seen what?

—Rustle—

Mystic: ——This guy here.

Kou: Ohh!

Mystic: It was a gift from a friend.

Yui: A friend?

Mystic: The son of a Vibora. His family specializes in pigments… with a certain twist.

Yuma: What’d ya mean by that?

Mystic: ——Come here.

Yuma: Ha?

Mystic: Just come here, I ain’t gonna bite you!

Yuma reluctantly approaches Mystic’s side. Mystic extends his arm. There is a short spark from the outline of his tattoo. A snake pounces off his skin, chomping its jaws near the Vampire’s face.

—Hiss!—

Yuma: Wha—?!

Yui: Ah…!

The viper hisses. It coils back around Mystic’s arm.

Mystic: Did say I wasn’t gonna bite you.

——His family uses the pigments to make ink. Most are in children’s books, where they create moving pictures.

But, well, it has other uses.

Ruki: Enchanting…

Ruki leans down to inspect it. The snake curiously flicks its tongue at him.

Mystic: Oh? It likes you.

Ruki: Is that so?

Ruki tries to reach for it. Mystic's fingers flex. The serpent flinches back. It tightens around Mystic's arm and swiftly sinks back into the black ink.

Ruki: ... ...!

Mystic: ... ...?

Kou: Hahaha! More like you scare it.

Mystic: Huh... how odd.

( It's never done that before... )

「Monologue」

After awakening, I come to find Ruki has brought me into the Eden, KarlHeinz's castle. Though the wounds have been sealed, I can't help but feel them throb. I know my family will find me—all of us—eventually. The walls of this fortress will only hold for so long.

「 Dark 03 — End 」

[ Dark 04 ]

#diabolikloversoc #mystic tsukinami #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #yui komori #mystic dark fate route #dark fate #dark fate dark 3 #mi arte #my art

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 2 years ago

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Is being a gay conservative hard? I just came out to some of my family when I was drunk the other night and they’re all conservative (and so am I) and I’m scared of how this will affect everything. Also, I’m not sure if your Christian or not and I’m not judging you if you’re not, but that’s another thing I’m struggling with. Like I’m still Christian but I’m worried they won’t accept me now

I can only speak to my own experiences, but for me it's not hard. My family are conservative too, but they were never homophobic. The worst my dad ever did was complain about the left wing gays and not understanding why gay people need to shove it in everyone's faces, but he never treated me any different after I came out. My husband's parents were more vocally homophobic. He actually ended up coming out to them because they were saying homophobic things and he kind of couldn't take it anymore and asked them what they'd do if they knew someone who was gay and it all kind of came out from there. But they love him, and they love me. His mom actually became a minister online so she could legally marry us. Some of his extended family weren't as accepting, and they don't talk with them anymore. So, it's different for everyone. If you're close with your family, I think you'll be fine. It might take them a while to get used to it, and to realize that you're still the same person they love. But good parents don't want to hate their children.

As for being gay in conservative circles, I've never had any problems. Most conservatives, especially younger ones, care more about my political beliefs than who I want to bone down with, lol. Just don't take criticism of the gay community as criticism against you. The community and the activist class don't need to represent you. You don't need to side with other gay people just because you're both gay. The battle isn't between gay and straight.

I don't have any advice about being gay and Christian though. I was never devout even when I believed, and these days I'm agnostic for the most part. Religion plays no part in my life or my self image, so anything I say about it wouldn't be useful to you. I'm sorry about that. I will say that I know a lot of Christians who don't treat me any differently because I'm gay.

I hope everything goes well with your family, anon. Good luck with everything.

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sissydiaperloverzoe · 11 months ago

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This is probably going to be one of the most truthful posts I ever write, grammar isn’t my thing so please excuse any poor grammar

I work a manly job, the type where you get bashed up, bruised, sprains etc, yet I’m never without a bra/vest top, I’d love to be in panties or diapers to but I’m afraid of my coworkers spotting them. I have a family with 3 young children so I know my dreams are just that, dreams!

I know exactly what I am, a complete and utter failure as a man, for example I put condims on her dildo’s so she doesn’t know I use them and then either suck on it for at least 3 times as long as I have ever lasted, or put it in my bum and hold it there and see if I can ever get used to it.. just dreaming and praying I was passable and able to truly get fucked so hard I won’t …. Right for a week!

I love doing anything girly, wearing anything feminine and if it’s girly and uncomfortable, all the better! Well as I’m not owned I set my own challenges, one recent challenge I put on a nappy (diaper) and then decided I’d put on my new corset, plastic pants to keep the smell in and a small pair of breast forms… knowing I hadn’t made poppies in around a week I decided it was time for a suppository to make 100% sure things moved. Then I decide to put on a teal bodycon dress and tights (pantyhose) and realised I had to buy my dinner that day… so I put male clothes on the outside and go to buy dinner at McDonalds. Whilst eating my meal and my bowels gurgling wanting to make poopies right now I realise I’ve no wipes and had to goto the supermarket to buy some, not wanting to be in the supermarket in a messy nappy (horny sub side maybe wanted this), I rush my food, and then walk round the supermarket for baby wipes, baby food and formula, a few bottles of drink to increase my hydration and feeling the most feminine I’ve ever felt in public (Nappies and a Corset make sure you walk a lot more girly I found out that day!), let alone wearing a covered dress. I rushed to the till praying my bowels don’t explode then and there, at the till I pay whilst I push another large wetting out to try and make some room for the poop in my bowels to stay just a minute longer.. I pay and I’m about 5-7 steps away when my bowels literally explode, wave after wave of the slimiest poop fills every gap around my nappy, the relief to my bowels was so amazing and humiliation so great I felt myself cum at that moment, which made things even worse for me as all I wanted to do was be out of the mess and humiliating girly things…

then I started my walk back to the car, by the time I got back to the car the humiliation loving side of me decided to strip my male outer clothes and just leave my dress on show for a extended journey home. Easily the most humiliating day of my life, especially as the waves of dhiarrea came which I always get after being constipated.

I love doing things like this and really pushing my limits, it scares the living poop out of me, yet excites me so so much. I don’t always get erections from my links but the embarrassment and humiliation is second to none

Now to post it before I regret it

#diaper pooping #sissy cd #sissi femboi #diaper training

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marvelmaniac715 · 2 years ago

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You know how human Chucky is really weird in that flashback in Curse of Chucky? I’ve wondered for a while, what made him that way in that scene? He’s been shown to hate kids several times, including in Curse. How can a man go from “you have your mother’s eyes ☺️” to responding to Alice’s “I’m scared!“ with “you fucking should be 🤬” in the same movie? This fic explores the events that led up to his decision to kidnap Sarah and Barbara Pierce and also briefly looks at his childhood in an attempt to explain the mystery behind his desire for a family that lasted about three months.

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When Chucky was a child, old enough to remember but young enough to not be embarrassed, he’d had a baby doll. Contrary to popular belief, he’d once possessed the ability to love others, to be nurturing towards small and often weak creatures. He’d loved that doll, he even had a little stroller for it. He’d act like it was alive and feed it, change it, rock it when it ‘cried’. His parents would often see their young son referring to himself as the doll’s ‘father’, and this desire extended to real babies as well.

When a neighbour had a child, he’d begged to be able to hold it for months, and one day, he’d been able to at a neighbourhood get-together. It had been a struggle to wrestle the child out of his grip, because within a few seconds of holding the baby he’d grown incredibly possessive over it, and could be heard screaming “my baby, mine!” He’d forgotten this incident as the years went by.

The night Chucky’s parents had died, he’d been taken to a new home, and had brought all of his possessions with him. The doll came too, but after extensive bullying and a few sessions with Doctor Mixter where he’d been told that he’d never be respected as a man if he played with dolls, he’d thrown it in the trash. This was the only loss that he’d ever cared about, and there was always a small hole in his chest that he couldn’t fill after losing the doll.

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It was a warm summer day, and it should have been spent outside. But instead, Chucky was dragged to Tiffany’s sister’s house to look at her new baby. He’d complained of course, he hated his girlfriend’s sister, and, to an extent, his girlfriend. It was fun at first, but Tiffany got so jealous whenever he killed on his own, and her laughter was so… grating. He’d love to spend time on his own, yet here he was, wasting a perfectly good day that could’ve been spent killing or drinking beers making nice with the younger, less attractive Valentine sister.

After a two hour drive, they’d reached the address. Wearily, Chucky stepped out of the car and glared at the front door. He had no experience with children, he had no clue how he’d cope. A memory tugged at the back of his mind, a summer day he’d spent as a child holding a neighbour’s new baby, but the exact details of this memory evaded him.

When Tiffany rang the doorbell (Chucky couldn’t bring himself to, he was still trying to make his escape) they were met by a dark haired toddler with light brown eyes. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Tiffany gestured to the boy.

“Chucky, this is my nephew Cooper. Cooper, this is Chucky, he’s-‘

Before she could finish her sentence, the boy burst into a grin and raised his arms into the air.

“Daddy!”

Chucky felt a strange fluttering in his chest, but he couldn’t explain why. Just before he could correct Cooper, he looked over his shoulder and realised that there was a man who looked a lot like Cooper making his way up the front path. Oh, that was Cooper’s daddy, the kid had only been spotting him in the distance.

Almost in confirmation, the little boy suddenly ran past him and threw his arms around the man’s neck, nuzzling into his shoulders. Tiffany cleared her throat and walked up to the man, dragging him by the arm behind her.

“Elliot, it’s so great to see you again! This is my boyfriend Chucky. Chucky, this is my brother-in-law Elliot.”

After a few polite greetings were exchanged, the four headed inside the house and made their way to the living room, where Julia Page-Valentine was sitting with her newborn baby, trying desperately to soothe it’s cries. When Tiffany stepped forward to put a hand on her sister’s shoulder, the woman smiled gratefully.

“Tiff, it’s so great to see you! Why don’t you sit down on the couch with your boyfriend while I try to settle the little one?”

That was fine by Chucky, he didn’t want to stand up for any longer than he had to. A few minutes passed, filled with polite yet meaningless conversation. Then, Julia gave up and decided to show off her baby despite the crying. Tiffany got to hold it first, and that was when Chucky learnt the name and gender. This was baby Rose Elizabeth Page-Valentine, born on the 5th February weighing six pounds.

Tiffany tried desperately to calm down the baby, but nothing she tried worked. Sighing with defeat, she passed the baby to Chucky. And the strangest thing happened. The second little Rose got a look at Chucky, she stopped crying and began babbling happily instead. Chucky gasped as he felt something weird happen inside his chest.

The fluttering returned, and with it, the sense that some sort of hole was being filled inside his heart. Coincidentally, the fluttering was mostly situated in the spot where Rose’s little head was tucked against his chest. This felt right in a way. He smiled down at Rose, making an attempt to actually try and rock her gently.

He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to give the baby back to her mother, he now had another reason to despise Julia. This was the answer, this was what his life had been missing. This was the way he’d finally feel whole again. He needed this baby, he needed a child, it didn’t matter how he got it. That memory of his childhood suddenly returned in vivid detail, and it was almost like that stubborn child had returned, screaming from the depths of his soul “my baby, mine!”

Tiffany smiled at the scene. She’d been wanting to have a child with Chucky for months now, but he’d always turned her down. Maybe this was the opportunity she’d been waiting for to finally convince him? Capitalising on this opportunity, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and patted her niece’s mostly bald little head.

“Y’know Chucky, you’re really good with the baby. I think you’d make an amazing dad.”

Just like she’d hoped, Chucky grinned, not his fake ‘talking to strangers or victims’ grin, a genuine grin.

“You think so?”

Chucky would have stayed looking down at that baby for decades more, but suddenly, his phone rang. Quickly excusing himself, he went into another room and answered the phone. It was one of his friends, well, not ‘friend’ exactly. He’d pretended to befriend people his age so he’d seem more ‘normal’ in the eyes of society. He couldn’t stand any of the guys he made himself talk to. Still, he tried to speak in a friendly tone, creating the illusion of normalcy.

“Hey Greg, what’s up man?”

“Hey Charles, are you busy? A bunch of us are having a get-together in the nearby park in a couple of hours, there’s a couple I’d like to introduce you to, Robert and Sarah. Sarah’s pregnant with a little girl right now, and this is the first time she’s left the house in weeks, she’s felt really sick for the past few months, poor thing. Anyway, you able to come?”

With a small smile, Chucky nodded.

“Sure, just give me a couple minutes, I’ll be right there.”

#chucky #childs play #bride of chucky #curse of chucky #cult of chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #chiffany #original character #babies #headcanon #sarah pierce #barbara pierce #nica pierce #horror #fanfiction

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harrison-abbott · 2 years ago

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There was this other time in high school.

A weekday morning. It would’ve been about 9 a.m. and I had to head to maths class. And the corridors in our school were incredibly claustrophobic. Each time there was a movement of the pupils there was always a traffic jam in the hallways.

And on this particular morning it was worse than usual. On the way to the maths room there was a geography teacher – trying to order the kids about and disorder the clutter of them in an irritable, yelling manner. His name was Mike Creamer. I was right behind him. And a group of other kids, coming in the other direction, darted towards me. So I moved out of their way: and by accident I bumped into Mr Creamer’s shoulder.

He turned and glared at me. I was intimidated by the glare … and the whole corridor went silent.

“Which classroom are you going to?” he demanded of me.

I pointed to the maths corridor to the left. And then he said “Wait in there.” And told me to go inside. I didn’t really know what he was going to do. But I obeyed him and went inside the room. Again – everybody else in the maths class were chilly and quiet and nervous about what he would do. And Creamer stayed in the doorway and I was looking up at him – and he scowled at me with this deep disgust. And it scared me oblivious.

Then he demanded me to come out of the room. And he led me into a small side-corridor down the hall.

And from there he just blared and screamed at me for minutes. He was twice the size of me, a bit bald, with the remaining hair white, totally raging, ranging over me as if he wished to smack me. He used the words instead. “YOU JUST THINK YOU CAN WALK PAST EVERYBODY ELSE!” And so on, so forth.

Honestly. The above incident I described, where I knocked into his shoulder lightly. This was all that had happened. And I had no clue what it is that I’d done wrong or why I had misbehaved.

But when you are so young, you don’t have the verve to overpower adults when they are trying to do that to you. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him (as an autistic person, this is something I already find tricky) and yet I felt I had to, whilst he just hollered and shouted. All I could think of to do was say “I’m sorry.”

And he sent me back to the classroom, shivering.

Then I had to sit through an hour of mathematics, trying to do the sums with trembling fingers.

A few days later I saw him again. Mr Creamer. In the same hallway, actually. He recognised me from the last time; and his face just blackened with rage. As if he was still offended. He looked away and cut past me, fresh and wrathful.

And for a long time afterward I still didn’t understand why he would go to such an extend to berate a young boy like that. I had literally never met him before.

Now that I’m older, I realise it in different ways. I despised that high school. It was a gory, squalid place, a backward, sad, depressed building in a provincial town. It wasn’t even in the town: it was halfway down a raging motorway. Nobody wanted to be there.

I went there for five years and detested every second of it. My eldest brother, who is ten years older, attended there, too, and he said that Mr Creamer was there when he was a pupil. And I have a family-friend who is six years older than me. I told family-friend about this story once, and he said that he had a similar incident with Creamer as well. That he got harangued, too.

So, Mike Creamer had already been in this horrible place for over a decade. And he dealt with his anger by exploding at children. Basically?

Is it as simple as that? To go out of your way to pinpoint a boy and explode at him. I was 14. Couldn’t defend myself.

It’s very hard to forgive incidents like this. I think about this one quite a lot; or, have thought about it continuously since it happened, around sixteen years ago.

The great irony of the whole story is in relation to what another of my brothers had said to me. Before it happened. My big brother Louis, the second-eldest.

Louis used to say that, of all his favourite teachers, it was Mr Creamer. Because they were both fans of The Smiths, and they used to talk about how much they loved Morrisey. Louis remarked that he and Creamer were pally and liked to talk about music in between Geography lessons.

Would Creamer, therefore, have blared at me like that if he’d known that I was Louis’ little brother? Or, afterward, if he’d learned that fact, been ashamed about what he’d done?

I get that we’re not all ‘morning people’. (As for me – I tend to write most in the nocturnal hours, the a.m. period, when the world is most silent; but that’s not technically morning.) And that we can be in bad moods. We are tired and hate our jobs and don’t wish to be here, hate where our life has taken us.

But I don’t think there is anything excusable about what than man did to me that day.

To use your small role of power as a high school teacher to do that. That is not cool. That’s plain abusive, a loss of control, sadistic.

And, so, what is the conclusion? Well … I will never do a similar thing to a younger person. When we are in our teens we are at our most vulnerable. Social interaction is just excruciating. We can’t handle things like irate, bitter, spent, desperate, unhappy adults: we just don’t understand where the wrath comes from.

I couldn’t be mean to a kid, like that. That’s the positive angle to take from this tale.

#writeblr #personal essay #diary #memoir

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respectfulrebel · 28 days ago

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^^ Me the entire time reading this chapter 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I can’t put into words how special this story is to me. I already can’t wait to reread it, if you ever decide to publish it I can’t wait to buy it and have it on my nightstand so I can read it over and over and I then read it to my children if I ever have any or my cats if I don’t ever have children.

It was always a little surreal to see them grown up, these two who had shared so much, tethered by a bond she had always sensed. To her, they were still the children who'd once sought refuge in her kitchen after school, where she would braid Lia's hair and smile at Noah's pleas to grow his hair long like hers, that little girl with torn clothes and that boy who used to escape the struggles of his family by playing guitar.

Like this part already made me want to go back and reread from the beginning. It hasn’t even started yet and I’m already emotional.

Hana grabbed whatever was inside with such care that Noah and Lia's curiosity and confusion just increased. A moment later, she placed something in the palm of her other hand and extended it towards them, revealing a piece of red string.

I knew it 😭😭😭😭 Hundreds of hours of consuming fiction in all forms has conditioned me to be suspicious of seemingly unimportant details and it finally paid off 😭 Your mind is brilliant for planting a seed in literally the first chapter and seeing it through to have such a massive payoff 😭😭😭

"What?" she uttered before shaking her head. "How could that-? I don't own red socks."

"You did," Noah corrected her as he snapped his head up to look her in the eye, "when you were six."

CHILLS! LITERAL CHILLS!

"I thought it needed to be sewn back or something. I got worried you wouldn't have any more socks or that those would fray."

He worried 😭 that she wouldn’t have😭 any more 😭 socks 😭 or that those 😭would fray 😭😭😭 at 7 years of age? 😭😭😭 oh sweet boy 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"There was something..." Grandma went on. "It was't just the string. There was something else, a feeling around the two of you, as if the world itself was telling me your place was with each other. When I look back, I'm convinced it all started the moment Noah first saw you, Lia. The thread may have existed long before, but the day your sock got caught on the pedal of his bike... it might have been a sign—a signal from some higher power that didn't want you straying away from each other. I never wanted to interfere, to disturb the natural flow of things... so I did the only thing I could. I held onto this little piece of rope, believing somehow it would help keep you two together. I was afraid the thread might snap or get lost-that something would come between you and your relationship would strain." She looked intently at them for a while. "I've never seen anything as beautiful and intense as what you two have. I said some people are meant to be but they never find their way to each other," she looked directly at Noah, "but you, my dear child, you never left her side." Not even when the thread threatened to break, when there were circumstances that hinted at a separation such as when Lia moved on her own, or when other people came between them-every one night stand, every girlfriend and boyfriend, Mitch, the night they slept together when alcohol was running through their veins.

I’m crying, literally 😭😭😭 He never left her side 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 my heart

And in that moment, her life changed.

Noah saved her.

Stooooooooooop 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"We've been waiting months for this, Grandma. We need to know. Please."

Literally me though, I needed to know 🫠🫠🫠

"I'm so scared of losing you one day," she whispered, her words barely audible against his ear.

FELT THAT 😭😭😭

"I told you. You've always been mine, Lia."

Still crying. Forever crying for those two 😭😭😭

This was an emotional one for me. The amount of love, work, research and planning you’ve put into this story really shows and I can’t tell you how appreciative I am and how lucky I feel to be able to read this and talk to you about it 🥺🥺

I love you and your brilliant mind so much 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

zutto — chapter eleven | wc: 5.9k | series masterpost | prev. chapter

Chapter summary: Noah and Lia get answers from Noah's Grandma to all the questions they've had since Koi No Yokan.

Reading time: 25mins aprox.

Tags and trigger warnings: established relationship, slight angst, japanese folklore*, chinese folklore*, magical realism, fluff, a few tears, therapy, mentions/allusions to everything that has happened until now, including lia and noah's troubled childhood, lia's abusive relationship with mitch, and the time noah and lia slept together when they were drunk. Answers to all the mysteries that happened in Koi No Yokan.

General trigger warnings: this work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction, abuse, & violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

The house welcomed them with the earthy, lingering fragrance of incense. It was a scent neither Lia nor Noah could identify yet, for it was unfamiliar—perhaps it was woven from cedarwood. Perhaps sandalwood. Nevertheless, the scent and warmth of the house wrapped them in a sense of home despite knowing they were far from their own. It was an odd mix of comfort and respectful distance; they knew they were guests in a house where every detail was arranged with thoughtful care by someone else, and yet, it felt like being home in a way. But it wasn’t the place which gave them that feeling, no.

It was Grandma.

They slipped off their shoes at the entrance, following tradition, and as Lia wiped her eyes, Noah leaned into a hug to envelop his grandmother, a gentle but steady wrapping of arms that worked as a reminder of everything she had quietly done for him. As a boy, he had been unaware of it all, but now, as a grown man, he was aware and full of gratitude and admiration.

“Why don’t you let Emi take your things upstairs?” Hana suggested, a familiar sparkle in her eye that meant she felt very joyful at having them home, finally. “I’ll prepare some tea, and we can sit in the tea room.”

At that, they both turned to see Emi, who had appeared with graceful timing at the entrance. She was a woman with short black hair in her late forties who had been assisting Hana for years. Noah and Lia knew her from their previous visits, and once again, as she stood with her hands neatly clasped and she nodded politely in their direction, her expression remained the same as always: serene and carrying a formality that made her seem both close and reserved at once. Though Hana managed the house alone, Emi’s help had become essential as of lately. The house was spacious and slightly too big for a woman alone. There were countless small details to tend to, and Hana, with her body aging with every passing day—that pain in her right leg, the backache—found herself struggling with certain tasks. Emi was there to lend her hands, as she had likely done for others throughout her life.

Emi’s presence had taken on a near-reverent quality since the moment she was hired, and that attitude applied not only to Hana but also to any guests arriving at the house. Her English was very poor, and that had led to some awkward exchanges between her and Noah and Lia in the past. Once, Lia had tried to bridge the gap and she’d asked Emi to sit with them at the tea table. But Emi, polite and respectful as ever, had simply smiled, bowed, and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Lia feeling guilty at the thought that, while they were indulging in pastries and warm teas, the woman was cleaning the kitchen. Perhaps it was a cultural legacy of deep-seated respect, rooted in the tradition of servitude where service was considered a quiet honor, but it still didn’t sit too well with neither Lia and Noah. Hana told them, after a few times, there was nothing they could do and they had to accept the way she was, and so they never really said much else, not even when they felt a tinge of guilt.

Noah thanked Emi gently, shaking his head when she made to lift one of their heavy suitcases. There was no way he was going to let that woman carry those heavy bags upstairs. But as expected, Emi insisted, saying something in Japanese and bending down. Noah exchanged a look with Lia, as if asking for a help she couldn’t provide. Emi attempted again to lift one of the bags, her intent clear even without words and ignoring Noah’s hands.

“Can you tell her I’ll take care of it?” Noah asked Hana. “They’re too heavy. She’ll hurt her back. I can manage.”

Hana nodded, understanding, and with a sweet voice but reverence in her tone, indicated to Emi—in Japanese, of course—to leave the task to Noah. Emi listened to Hana with more will than she had listened to Noah, for she nodded in understanding immediately and retreated after offering Noah another nodding and a smile that he tried to weirdly reciprocate.

Lia trailed behind Noah as he took both suitcases upstairs at once, her carrying their backpacks, and once they reached the top of the stairs, she paused in front of the guest room door where she had always stayed.

Noah kept walking towards his room until he noticed Lia standing far from him.

“You don’t think we’re sleeping in separate beds, let alone in separate rooms, do you?”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head, but her voice softened as she glanced toward the stairs. “I just don’t want to be inconsiderate. Maybe we should talk to Grandma about it first.”

After a brief pause, Noah nodded.

“Yeah. Sure. We’ll talk to her.” He extended a hand to her, and he waited until Lia took it to lead her into his room, sliding the doors open.

The room was bigger than the guest room, square in shape, with a big futon laying on a wooden tatami, clean soft bedding drapped over it and an array of pillows. There was a small desk next to the door, facing the bed, and two more sliding doors on one side that led to a cozy balcony overlooking the distant mountains. Noah had never really stopped to appreciate how cozy the room was, but now he imagined how much warmer it would feel, having Lia lying in his bed.

Noah set the suitcases in one side and Lia placed their backpacks on the desk.

After spending a few minutes sorting through her toiletries and hanging up some clothes in the wardrobe, Lia slipped away to the bathroom for a quick break. Just then, a knock on the door startled Noah, causing him to turn around. He found Emi by the threshold, carrying more pillows in her arms and two colorful blankets. A sigh escaped him; he couldn’t find a way to explain they didn’t need so many, and he didn’t want to discharge her and offend her, so he simply stowed the extras in the wardrobe, thanking her.

Lia came back from the bathroom with her hair gathered in a comfy bun, and both headed downstairs.

Grandma was in the kitchen, a space that carried the comforting smell of teas being prepared and food being cooked. Hana was placing an iron kettle on a tray and arranging three delicate porcelain cups beside a plate of traditional sweets when both stepped into the room.

As Hana looked up, her eyes softened, the faint creases at their edges deepening. She paused, noticing the way Noah and Lia lingered at the door as if feeling shy about something.

Before she focused on that, a surge of disbelief spread through her. It was always a little surreal to see them grown up, these two who had shared so much, tethered by a bond she had always sensed. To her, they were still the children who’d once sought refuge in her kitchen after school, where she would braid Lia’s hair and smile at Noah’s pleas to grow his hair long like hers, that little girl with torn clothes and that boy who used to escape the struggles of his family by playing guitar.

“Is everything to your liking?” Hana asked, her gaze soft but searching.

“Yes,” Lia replied quickly. Noah nodded in agreement, but then Lia glanced at him before adding, a hint of hesitation in her voice, “We were wondering if… if Noah and I could… share a room?”

Hana’s attention drifted downward, catching the subtle movement between their bodies. Noah’s fingers reached for Lia’s, and she quietly laced hers with his. Hana’s eyes lingered on their joined hands for a moment, before her lips curved into an understanding smile.

With a quiet satisfaction that neither Noah nor Lia fully comprehended, Hana lifted the tea tray and moved gracefully around the kitchen island, gesturing for them to follow without saying a word. Despite her petite frame, there was an elegance and authority in her movements.

Noah and Lia exchanged a look, then followed her into the tea room.

Hana’s tea room was minimal yet spacious, containing a square wooden table in the center surrounded by floor cushions. A single cabinet along the wall held a modest assortment of teacups and plates and a bouquet of dry flowers that had been there since she moved into the house, crafted by Lia, of course. On the left, the panneled windows made of washi paper let in the soft, diffused light from the garden at the back of the house. The room had always felt like a sacred space.

Noah and Lia sat side by side, waiting in a reverent silence as Hana kneeled down in front of them across the table and poured the tea, the steam unfurling in delicate wisps that mingled with the scent of sencha. Lia wrapped her hands around the warm mug only to be warned by Hana.

“It’s hot, dear. Be careful.”

It was always the same warning, and yet, Lia never seemed to care about it. Hana would always say the same, and Lia would always keep her hands around the mug because instead of burning her hands, the heat brought a sense of grounding to her that spread from her hands to the rest of her body.

Next to her, Noah, normally patient, was growing a bit restless. He was expecting an answer. Yes. No. It had been a simple question, right? Can we share a room? Can Lia sleep in my bed? He just needed a simple “yes” or “no” —a “yes” better than the other option because truth was, he didn’t know what he would do if Hana said he wanted them to keep distance while in the house. But Hana had to be so cryptic. She had to draw things out and keep him on this toes.

As if sensing his thoughts, Hana’s old but wise eyes met his just as she finished pouring herself tea. Her expression was one almost… mischievous. There was softness in it, but she had a knowing smile on her lips that hinted at secrets only she knew.

Just as Noah opened his mouth to speak, she said, “There’s something I want to show you.”

She started to rise, and instinctively, Noah made a move to help, but she waved him off.

“No need, my dear. Just give me a moment.”

She dissappeared down the hall, her footsteps a soft patter that didn’t quite fade entirely as she retrieved what she went looking for in a nearby room. She returned moments later. In her wrinkled hands, she held a small, dark wooden box. She settled back onto the cushions.

“Is that where you’ve been keeping my old baby teeth?” Noah joked, gesturing to the box with a smirk. Beside him, Lia chuckled, but Hana’s silence—her smile still serene—quickly quieted them.

“Not quite,” was her reply.

Hana placed the box on the table, facing her. Her own cup of tea steamed right next to it. She slowly opened it, but the attached lid created a barrier that made it impossible for Lia and Noah to see what was inside. Lia shifted, hands on her knees, lifting herself slightly and stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of whatever that was.

Hana grabbed whatever was inside with such care that Noah and Lia’s curiosity and confusion just increased. A moment later, she placed something in the palm of her other hand and extended it towards them, revealing a piece of red string.

The string lay delicate and faded in Hana’s palm. It was fraying slightly at the edges where time had worn it thin. Once bright red, it had softened to a muted, dusty crimson. Unbeknownst to the young couple in the room, it had stubbornly survived, first wash after wash, and then travel after travel until it was kept safe in the box that now lay on the table.

“What’s that?” Lia asked, her eyes jumping to Hana’s, for she couldn’t make sense of the mystery that a tiny worn string could hold.

She hadn’t noticed Noah going stiff, his eyes frozen over the piece of red laying in Hana’s hand.

“That’s…” Noah began. He blinked, frowning a little as if he was trying to put the pieces together. He extended an arm and as gently as Hana had done, he took the string in his palm. “That’s a lose string from one of Lia’s socks,” he responded, more to himself than to Lia or Hana.

Lia’s confusion only deepened at Noah’s words and at his reaction. He kept staring at the string in his palm as if it was made of gold.

“What?” she uttered before shaking her head. “How could that—? I don’t own red socks.”

“You did,” Noah corrected her as he snapped his head up to look her in the eye, “when you were six.”

Lia wasn’t following. Noah continued.

“It got stuck on the pedal of my bike the first day we met, when I let you ride it. I gave it to Grandma right after I went back home. I thought…” The memories hit him, one after another. He nearly chuckled at his innocence back then. “I thought it needed to be sewn back or something. I got worried you wouldn’t have any more socks or that those would fray.”

Lia’s gaze flickered between the delicate string and the grandmother’s wise, knowing expression. She understood why little Noah, with his big heart and innocent worries, would have been anxious over the lost string. But Grandma? Why had she kept it for so many years? Why had she held on to it so reverently?

Unsure of what to say or feel, Lia found herself at a loss for words. She glanced at Noah, who was just as silent, both of them looking to Grandma.

“Have you heard about the red string of fate?” Hana asked then.

Noah’s brow furrowed, and he nodded slowly. “I think I might’ve heard something about it… Isn’t that Chinese folklore?”

Grandma gave a gentle nod with an understanding smile. “Yes, it is. But that doesn’t mean it applies only to that region.”

Lia held her tea cup close, her fingers tracing the warmth that seeped into her palms. She took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving Grandma’s face as she waited.

“According to the myth,” Grandma continued, “the string of fate is an invisible red thread tied around the fingers of those destined to meet, especially soulmates or true loves. The ones connected by this thread are bound to find each other, no matter the distance, time, or obstacles. Though the cord may stretch or become tangled, it is said to never break, symbolizing a bond that is unbreakable and meant to be.”

“Folklore,” Lia concluded, a tinge of dubiety in her tone.

“Folklore, indeed,” Grandma agreed with a tilt of her head. “Life is not that simple, or beautiful. Some people are meant to be, but they never find their way to each other. However, sometimes they do. Sometimes they find each other at the strangest of times; sometimes when they are old, carrying the weight of their lives with them, and sometimes… when they are merely kids, with everything still ahead of them.”

“This is a broken string, Grandma,” Noah pointed out, extending his open palm as if trying to prove a point.

“And I said the red thread is invisible,” she replied with a soft smile touching her lips. “When you came home with that string in your hand, I kept it in a drawer for days, just because you were so concerned about Lia’s socks. But weeks later, when I found it again, I remembered the old myth, the one that had traveled from family to family, village to village, weaving its way across countries. By then, you and Lia were already inseparable, and I couldn’t help but wonder…” She trailed off, tilting her head as she looked at the thread as though it might reveal a hidden truth, as if it held the memories of years gone by. “I wondered if there was something to it. So, I kept it, out of curiosity. And as I watched you both grow—the more time you spent with each other, the more obvious it became.”

“What was obvious?” Lia asked, quietly.

Hana’s smile deepened.

“That you were soulmates.”

Noah and Lia didn’t say a thing as they absorbed her words in quiet wonder and daze.

“When you moved in with Noah on your eighteenth birthday, I remember Noah calling to let me know that you’d settled in. There was something different in his voice—a blend of joy, contentment, and peace I’d never heard from him before. And then, the day you graduated, the look on his face when you came down the stairs in that beautiful dress, with those shoes you didn’t want to wear… Do you remember that, Lia?”

“I remember,” she replied as the memories flooded back.

She recalled dancing with a classmate whose name had long since slipped her mind. She recalled Jolly telling her he was suspicious that Noah liked a girl. She remembered sneaking vodka shots with her friends in the restroom, and later that night, Noah giving her a piggyback ride to her room. And yes, she remembered the way he looked at her before any of that—a look she had assumed was the fond gaze of a best friend to whom you mean the world. Nothing more.

She turned her head to look at Noah. He was focused on Grandma, though there was a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“There was something…” Grandma went on. “It was’t just the string. There was something else, a feeling around the two of you, as if the world itself was telling me your place was with each other. When I look back, I’m convinced it all started the moment Noah first saw you, Lia. The thread may have existed long before, but the day your sock got caught on the pedal of his bike… it might have been a sign—a signal from some higher power that didn’t want you straying away from each other. I never wanted to interfere, to disturb the natural flow of things… so I did the only thing I could. I held onto this little piece of rope, believing somehow it would help keep you two together. I was afraid the thread might snap or get lost—that something would come between you and your relationship would strain.” She looked intently at them for a while. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful and intense as what you two have. I said some people are meant to be but they never find their way to each other,” she looked directly at Noah, “but you, my dear child, you never left her side.” Not even when the thread threatened to break, when there were circumstances that hinted at a separation such as when Lia moved on her own, or when other people came between them—every one night stand, every girlfriend and boyfriend, Mitch, the night they slept together when alcohol was running through their veins.

Be that as it may, Noah had always remained close to her. She had, too, in her own way and despite trying to push him away.

“So,” Noah ventured, “you’re saying that we’ve always been meant to be together?”

“Yes. Lia has always been meant for you, and you for her. That’s what I believe, even if it sounds unreasonable, fantastical—you have every right to feel that way,” her voice flattered as her gaze drifted to a spot on the floor, unfocused. Lost in thought, her expression softened, and tears welled in her eyes. “But you’re here now. You’ve come back to me, together,” she continued, a smile breaking through the weight of years past, “after everything you’ve been through, all the struggles my children have faced so far away from me… I can only imagine how difficult it’s been, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t do anything for you. But now, you’re finally here, as you were always meant to be.”

Seeing Grandma’s silent tears trail down her cheeks was almost too much for them to bear. Even with the joy in this moment, the pain she’d carried across the years was evident, stretching from L.A. to this quiet town in Japan. She had watched, powerless, from afar as Noah and Lia overcame struggle after struggle—every little and not so little thing that threated to keep them apart. She’d been alone, helpless against the silent ache that crossed oceans—the butterfly effect.

Lia resisted the impulse to react to Hana’s tears, instead setting her cup of tea down quietly on the table. Without a word, she reached over and took the string from Noah’s hands, holding it with a calm resolve.

The moment the fabric touched her skin, she was pulled back to that morning, twenty-one years ago.

She remembered waking up alone in a crumbling house, piecing together a small breakfast from what she could find in the kitchen. She’d dressed in clothes that had piled up at the foot of her bed, unsure of how to wash them or make the machine downstairs work. Hoping to give them a different smell, she’d played in the garden among the flowers until her clothes smelled of lavender and thyme. Inside, she’d lost herself in her sketching and coloring, hours slipping by in a quiet solitude she barely noticed anymore. When hunger crept in, she’d scavenged an apple from the fridge, slicing away the bruised parts and eating what was left. Eventually, she’d perched by the window, watching the world pass outside, dogs barking in the distance, occasional cars rumbling by. Finally, she climbed the stairs back to her room to put on some red socks and boots. She’d opened the house door, stepped outside, and settled herself on the concrete. A while later, Noah had appeared.

And in that moment, her life changed.

Noah saved her.

With the back of her hand, Lia wiped a stray tear as she blinked. She rubbed the string between her fingers, its fibers stiff but delicate, like a fragile relic of the past that carried the memory of those early days—painful and sweet at the same time.

Both Hana and Noah waited for her to speak. It took a moment, but finally, she opened her mouth, her voice quivering as she looked at Hana, eyes glassy.

“Can I keep it?”

Noah half-expected Hana to hesitate. After guarding this small piece of their past—of their beginning— for so many years, he thought she might be reluctant to let go, fearing that releasing it might somehow weaken the bond between them. But Hana’s response was instant. Her smile brightened as she nodded.

“You can keep it, darling.”

Maybe, Noah thought, seeing them together after all these years had finally soothed Hana’s fears, rather than fueling them. He was still taking it all in, not so much the fact that she’d kept this string for over two decades, but the meaning behind it.

But it made sense.

Every little thing made sense.

And if he was honest, it was exactly how he wanted it.

He’d wanted Lia since that Saturday morning when she was six and he was seven, in one way or another.

He watched her fingers play with the red string, as if she were trying to understand if it was just a scrap of her old sock or a sign of something greater. It might have been nothing more than a forgotten string. Or perhaps it was indeed the physical proof of a bond that had been with them since childhood.

His tea sat untouched, forgotten as he focused solely on Lia, watching the worry etched into her expression. He couldn’t look away. He whispered her name, hoping to see if she was all right or if all of this was becoming too much. Her big brown eyes met his, unguarded and glassy with emotion. She didn’t smile, didn’t speak, just looked at him, and then, her concern shifted toward him. Just as he was about to tell her he was fine, she turned to Hana.

“What happened to Noah?” Lia’s voice was steady but edged with urgency. “The coughing. The fever. All those flowers.”

Hana’s gaze softened, though her expression remained unreadable.

“We can talk about it tomorrow,” she replied, sensing Lia’s growing distress.

But Lia shook her head. “No. Now. We need to know.”

Hana hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Lia, my darling,” she began gently, “you just got here. Maybe one story is enough for today.”

“We’re fine,” Noah interjected, his tone resolute. He rested a hand on Lia’s knee, squeezing it lightly. “We’ve been waiting months for this, Grandma. We need to know. Please.”

For a moment, Hana’s shoulders slumped as though she were carrying the weight of something long-buried. She took a slow breath, then nodded, her gaze drifting somewhere beyond the walls of the room, as if she were looking back into a distant memory.

“When you were little, Noah,” she began, “I used to tell you folklore stories… so many you probably couldn’t keep track of them all.” She offered a bittersweet smile, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “Do you remember any those?”

“Some. You even got me a compillation book one Christmas.”

Hana nodded. “Yes, I did. And you’d beg me to read them, even when you should’ve been fast asleep.” She paused, eyes unfocused as if seeing the past replay in her mind. “There was one story—the tale of a boy and a girl. This girl loved the boy, loved him so much that it seemed to consume her. But the boy…” Her voice trailed off. “He didn’t feel the same way. It was a one-sided love, and because of that… she fell ill.”

Lia’s brow furrowed. “Ill?”

“Yes. In our culture, we call it Hanahaki disease. It begins with a feeling, a weight in the chest, but then it grows. Flowers begin to bloom inside you, filling your lungs with every unreturned feeling. And the more the love festers, the worse it gets.”

Noah frowned, his mind racing. The name felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t recall ever hearing the full story.

“That’s not exactly what happened to me,” Noah intervened, lowering his voice. “I got sick every time Lia was physically away. But got better when she was around. And then one day, all of a sudden, the entire thing disappeared. On top of that, it was never a non-reciprocal feeling, so it cannot be the reason why I was coughing up flowers.”

“Not everything happens as its written in the books, my dear. As for the cough stopping one day and never coming back, maybe Lia can tell you more about that.”

Noah turned to Lia, surprised to see something in her expression he hadn’t expected—a trace of guilt, a hint of something she’d held back. She had listened intently, but now it was as if Hana’s words had pulled a thread that led to a long-kept secret. Her gaze met his, a small crease forming between her brows, her face shadowed by a reluctant admission.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Hana said, her voice gentle but decisive.

Both Noah and Lia looked up, startled.

“But we just sat down,” Lia protested. “The tea…”

“Don’t worry about the tea,” Hana replied, already rising with her cup in hand. She smiled warmly at them both before turning, and with a gentle slide of the door, left them in the quiet intimacy of the tearoom.

Noah turned back to Lia with a deeper frown, a look of weariness in his eyes that said he was done with so much overwhelming. There were still questions in the air and he wanted answer for all of them. Now.

“What was that about?” he asked, his voice edged with frustration.

Lia took a steadying breath, sipped her tea, and set the cup down beside the string as she searched for the right words.

“I think she’s right,” she started. “I know I brushed off all those times you mentioned Grandma’s theories—that being close to you somehow made you feel better. But after hearing about this string, that story, how long she’s held onto it… maybe there really are things beyond what we can explain and understand. Maybe this strange flower-coughing disease is one of them.”

“I’m with you on that,” Noah replied, his gaze holding hers. “But it wasn’t one-sided when I fell head over heels for you, Lia.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she said, meeting his eyes. “But it took me months to realize it myself and then, accept it.”

Noah’s eyes—and mind—were clouded with confusion. Sensing his need for clarity, Lia took a deep breath and tried to lay it all out, piece by piece.

She’d been in love with him for longer she could admit. Deep inside, her heart had always belonged to him, but over and over, she had refused to believe it, to accept such a thing. She couldn’t jeopardize this near-perfect friendship they shared—that meant everything to her. And they had made a promise. So, she buried those feelings, ignored her heart, told herself over and over that whatever she felt was just a passing infatuation and that it would go away in time. She lied to herself because she hadn’t been willing to admit to herself, let alone to Noah, that she was in love with him.

In the end, it was her denial that made him sick. It wasn’t that his love for her wasn’t reciprocated; it was that she couldn’t bring herself to believe in her own love for him as more than just a friend. Yet, despite her efforts to bury it, her love always found a way to surface—whenever she made him laugh, whenever she comforted him, whenever she showed up at his door just to be with him. Somehow, Noah’s heart had always known that hers belonged to him, and that was why, whenever she pulled away or tried to distance herself, his sickness would worsen.

Only after countless hours spent in therapy did Lia finally begin to admit the truth that her own heart, her own body, had been trying to show her all along. She remembered that session vividly:

“No.”

“Lia—” Dr. Reynolds insisted.

“That’s not how it is,” she assured nearly through gritted teeth. Her voice was tight with resistance.

“It is, and you know it. You’ve known it for a long time, but you refuse to accept it. For me to help you, you must acknowledge it. You have to say it out loud and accept it. I know you’re scared, but you have to admit what you feel.”

Lia felt the words crawling up her throat, her heart racing, her palms damp as she gripped the arms of the chair. Her breathing grew shallow, and she looked at the doctor with wide, glassy eyes, the truth trembling on her lips.

“Lia,” Dr. Reynolds pressed, “you are in love with your best friend, Noah. Say it.”

Her heartbeat was rapid and erratic, each beat hammering against her ribcage. She was terrified—terrified of what admitting it would mean, what it would change. But perhaps the only way to stop the ache was to finally speak the words aloud.

“I’m…” Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. She took a shaky breath, her nails digging into the armrests of the chair as she steadied herself. “I’m in love with Noah.”

Back in the tearoom, Lia took a deep breath, her gaze landing on the steaming cup of tea. Noah's hand was no longer on her knee, and she missed the warmth it’d provided.

“The day after meeting her,” Lia continued, “Jesse called me. He said you were worried something had happened to me.”

“That was the day the coughing stopped,” Noah acknowledged. “The day before had been Hell. I’d been so fucking sick, and then… from night to morning, I woke up and felt fine.”

“It was because I admitted to myself what I’d been refusing for so long—that I loved you. You were sick all those times because of me.”

Noah hesitated, his lips parting slightly as he processed the rising panic in Lia’s voice. He shifted to face her, still seated in a lotus position on the cushions

“That’s—” After a moment’s deliberation, he shook his head and squared his shoulders, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on them. They could continue down this path, but it would only lead them to the painful memories of the past, and that was no longer what mattered. “It doesn’t matter now. That’s all in the past, Lia,” he concluded, his voice steady yet tender. They had endured so much together. Neither had been at their best; they had made mistakes and harbored regrets. How could they have paid heed to some whimsical folklore tale—much less the reality of it manifesting in their lives? Considering everything, there was no sense in revisiting those moments or blaming each other for every obstacle they had placed in one another’s way. “We got the answers we wanted, and what matters is that we’re here, and we’re real, right now.”

Lia blinked back tears, but a few slipped free despite her efforts. She brushed them away. When another tear fell, Noah reached over and caught it with his thumb. Before she could think, she climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around him, clutching him tightly. He quickly wrapped her in his arms and held her close, resting his cheek against her hair, and she felt his steady breath as he nuzzled into her neck. The weight of her in his lap felt so nice and natural, and the way his arms encircled her made her feel safe, almost fragile but in a good way, because she knew she was out of danger with him. Would always be.

“I’m so scared of losing you one day,” she whispered, her words barely audible against his ear.

Noah pulled back just enough to look at her. Glancing at the small, coiled red string on the table beside them, he reached for it and held out his hand to Lia.

“Give me your pinky finger,” he ordered.

She looked at him questioningly but placed her hand in his. He laid his own pinky alongside hers and began to wind the red string around them.

“Help me with this?” he asked, giving her a soft smile.

She did. When they finished the knot, their pinkies were tied together with the thin red thread. He tugged gently to make sure it held, then grinned.

“Now we’re really tied together. See? Problem solved.”

Lia’s laugh came out, light and clear, the tension in her shoulders easing as she looked down at their fingers entwined by the string. The sound was so full of life, of relief, that Noah couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through his chest. He lifted his hand to her face, cupping her chin with two fingers, and leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, savoring the way her smile lingered against his own.

When he finally pulled back, he whispered,

“I told you. You’ve always been mine, Lia.”

— prev. chapter | chapter twelve 🌶️

Author's note: 100 points for those who guessed it was the red string 🤭 You can reread about that moment in Chapter 1 of Ikigai (literally the beginning of the story). It's no more than a couple of paragraphs, if I don't recall wrong, right at the end, but it was a very important detail for the future. Thank you once again for reading and being with me in this journey :)

*I've done some changes to the original folklore stories mentioned in this chapter to adapt it to Noah and Lia's romance story. I hope everything was more or less clear regarding all those weird things happening in Koi No Yokan. I never had this story planned in detail before I started writing, so it got tricky at some points, but I think I managed to make everything fit reasonably within its flow.

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the-cat-chat · 1 year ago

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July 1, 2023

War of the Worlds (2005)

An alien invasion threatens the future of humanity. The catastrophic nightmare is depicted through the eyes of one American family fighting for survival.

JayBell: This was a movie that I was too scared to watch as a kid when it was first released, and it took me almost 20 years to finally watch it. Young Dakota Fanning was “the” child actress of the early 2000′s. It’s great to see her in these roles because she always does an amazing job. Of course, Tom Cruise is always Tom Cruise. He’s one of those actors that I can never fully separate the actor from the person.

Overall, the special effects hold up pretty well. The foghorn noise that the aliens use is scary, and the aliens themselves look pretty cool. My only complaint is that the alien’s laser gun or death gun or whatever weirdly kills people but has their pants fly up in the air? It’s so comical to see the people disintegrate but have a pair of jeans fly up at the camera. I don’t know why the clothes don’t just blow up with the people, because it really ruins the scary vibe.

Tom Cruise’s character is kind of an asshole and not a very engaged father, and I think the movie portrays that very well. You can feel the awkward disconnect between him and his children, and even the resentment that the kids have for him. At the same time, you understand that he is very dedicated to ensuring their survival above anything else. I like that they don’t make his character like a super father, where all of a sudden he has a great relationship with his kids because of this catastrophe. No, the disconnect remains, but the potential for forgiveness and a better relationship in the future is there.

The scene that stands out the most in this movie is the extended scene with the crazy guy in his basement or shelter. The movie is able to really build this tension and fear. It reminded me strongly of A Quiet Place. This is also the moment that Tom Cruise’s character does go to the extremes to protect his child.

The biggest problem I have with this movie is the teenage son. In the beginning, I understood his resentment and anger at his father. But in the middle of the movie, he keeps trying to run away from them, and I didn’t really understand it. Finally, he does run away when they encounter a big showdown between the army and the aliens because “he has to see this.” What does that mean? See what? It’s not like he can join the army right now and jump into a tank or something, so I was very confused by his character in these moments. I would rather his character just got lost in the crowd and meet up with the rest of his family in the end.

But all in all, a solid apocalypse/doomsday movie.

Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: Just as a disclaimer: I’m not the biggest Tom Cruise fan. 😬 That being said the movie was decent and I can for sure see that it would be absolutely terrifying in a movie theater back in 2005. Tom Cruise killed the stupid, mean dad troupe and Dakota Fanning of course, as always was superb. The guy from Shameless was good as the brother (Justin Chatwin) especially when he started acting all - one for the cause or whatever all that weirdness was.

The plot was really good- and the whole time was just trying to figure out well how are they invading? what are their little ray guns? what’s the aliens plan? what’s the plan for everyone else? how does Tom Cruise not know his child is allergic to peanuts?? Typical dad. why’s the alien so into looking at the guy from Shawshank’s basement junk? Typical alien. What I’m saayyying is it definitely has enough to keep your attention and keep you engaged with the story. Allllsoooo can we just talk about the fact that after having their car jacked by a MOB- and loosing their gun to said MOB- and witnessing MURDERS from said MOB- and then being stuck on a ferry that another MOB was desperate to board- only to get attacked on the boat- and seeing your son get blown to smithereens- and your daughter taken by randoms- your just going to to go into a weird guys basement??? I’m not an expert when it comes to decisions in general, let alone under suuuuuch stress but come on. That’s stranger danger!

The like viney- guts and blood stuff is simply atrocious. Gives me Glenn in the blender vibes, if ya know what I mean.

Ummm and the ending great- like honestly. I’m so glad the mom(who is pregnant??) is just chill at granny’s(which is unscathed????) when the dad and girl show up. I’m peeeeved that Mr. Save the World bro somehow just said “eh forget them I’ll go find mom at gran’s” like what???? Great and all. But what??? Like they were in the same field??? They weren’t in that basement that long?? His dad was screammming, his sister was screaming??? Whatevs.

The idea that the alien just died bc they can’t handle the biosphere and all our little bacterias is cool and an idea you don’t really see explored a lot.

I really thing the bum hole looking vacuum that grabs people from the cage in the aliens like pod with legs things reaaaaally take it down a notch bc it has burned itself in my soul.

Rating: 5/10 Aliens 👽

#movie #movie review #tom cruise #dakota fanning

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sariahsue · 3 years ago

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I'd love to know what movies get wrong about orphanages if you wouldn't mind sharing!

Oh, I'm so glad you asked!

So imagine all the movies with orphanages in them: Annie, Despicable Me, Meet the Robinsons*, Stuart Little, etc. The narrative goes like this. A bunch of poor orphans live in a home run by usually one person. When prospective parents come to visit, the children eagerly all line up, hoping to get picked! So exciting! The parents find the child they want, fill out a bunch of paperwork, and go home with their new child. There may be a couple bumps as everyone gets used to the new family dynamic, but they work themselves out by the end of the movie. Happily ever after!

Literally every single thing about that scenario is wildly incorrect. First off, and this comes as a surprise to most people, there aren't any orphanages in the United States. None.

Not many kids are orphaned these days thankfully, and if they are, there’s usually extended family or other arrangements previously made by the parents (like through their wills or godparents). If there’s truly no one that can take the kid, they’d be put into foster care and given an adoption worker along with their normal social worker.

The closest thing we have to orphanages are probably residential programs and group homes (which are basically a step down from residential and in a house with a smaller group of kids). I say they’re similar because they look it from the outside. A bunch of kids living together being cared for by adults who aren’t their parents.

That’s where the likeness ends, though. Kids in residential aren’t up for adoption. Strangers can’t go in and visit. The kids are there to receive extra care. They have something going on that make them too much to handle for their parents or foster parents, and it could be physical disability, behavioral issues, or mental health struggles. Most kids are in programs like that temporarily, though some live there for years. The adults that work there don’t live there. It’s a normal 40-hour workweek and many people work in shifts to make sure it’s properly staffed.

The government does line the kids up to show them off to prospective parents sometimes. They’re called adoption parties, and for some reason they’re held at Jordan’s Furniture store a lot. (Because they volunteer the space, I think.) There’s food and music and lots of kids up for adoption and lots of parents hoping to adopt.

Little kids tend to like them because they’re too young to understand what’s going on and, hey, lots of people to pay attention to me! Older kids HAAATE them. If they want to be adopted, then this is a great way to feel judged and rejected for a few hours. Most aren’t really excited about being adopted. Most kids’ birth parents are still alive, but their rights were forcefully terminated by the state. The kids can feel lots of things about this. Angry. Disloyal to their birth family if they want a new family. Scared of being hurt by the new family. Sad to leave their foster family. Still want to go home even if it’s not possible. It’s not a fun time.

Nothing concrete comes of these parties usually. Parents can talk to social workers afterward if there’s a kid that they want more information on, but it’s really the beginning of the process. There are other ways to begin that process. I’ve heard of teachers meeting a foster kid and wanting to adopt, or someone knowing a foster family taking care of a kid who’s up for adoption. Others simply talk to an adoption worker. I don’t know what the process is like for that. Quite often, foster families will take care of a kid and then adopt them. (That’s what happened to us. We fostered a newborn. He wasn’t up for adoption until he was two, and we were couldn’t even contemplate giving him up at that point.)

Sometimes, social workers will try to get prospective parents to meet kids without the kids realizing the adults are thinking about adoption, to spare the kid the worry and rejection. Once the parents have decided to move forward, there is paperwork, but I think it’s normal foster parent type paperwork because, surprise, you can’t adopt them yet. Kids have to live in your house for six months before you can adopt

Since most kids will be with a foster family before going to a pre-adoptive home, and they probably are comfortable there and attached to the family, the transition to the new home is gradual. They start out with visits for a few hours, then sleepovers. If the kid hasn’t figured it out already, they’ll let them know these people want to adopt them around this time. Some kids take it well. Some... don’t. Longer sleepovers, then finally they officially move in. This could be a couple weeks if the kid is already familiar with the adoptive family or longer if they’re particularly attached to the foster family.

If six months are up and things are still going well, the real paperwork can start. There are home evaluations, interviews with the parents, interviews with the children already in the family, psychologists determine if the adoptee is adjusted well and securely attached. I’m sure there’s a ton more that I don’t know about. It freaking takes forever. When you’re done, you have to go to court and have papers signed by a judge. I’m sure this is the best part of every judge’s day. There are smiles and pictures and kids happily banging the gavel to make it official!

Unfortunately, the issues that come from adoption are not all solved at the end of the 90-minute movie. My brother, who never lived with his birth mother and has only had us as his family, still has issues. I know a girl who was straight up abandoned by her mother. She’s got serious mental health and self-worth issues years later, even though she and family adore each other and they are so good to her and super supportive. On the other hand, some people have zero issues over it. They don’t know and don’t care about their birth family.

Some issues go away after time and love. Some people start out with no issues, but after a few months or years, things start to change. Their subconscious realizes that they’re not in danger, and this is a safe environment where they can finally start to work through the trauma they’ve been through, and suddenly they’ll start having mental health or behavioral problems, and sometimes they’re severe.

It’s sad, but occasionally adoptions fail. This is part of the reason for the six-month wait. Sometimes the kids have so many issues that the parents can’t help them and keep them safe. Sometimes the parents weren’t as good people as they pretended to be and should haven’t kids. Thankfully, this type. of thing is pretty rare. I’ve never met anyone who it’s happened to. Most of the time, kids are put into good homes with people who love them and help them heal from the things their birth families put them through.

TL;DR There aren’t any orphanages in the US. Adoption is very complicated and emotionally messy, but it’s great! I’m sorry not sorry I wrote an essay.

*I give Meet the Robinsons a pass. Lots of kids who are up for adoption or who have been adopted struggle with it a lot. For some, they feel worthless because their foundational belief about themselves is that not even their own mother wanted them. For others, they feel guilty about betraying their birth family when they start to love the adoptive family. Some are rejected repeatedly. Almost all of them have been deeply hurt in the past. Meet the Robinsons acknowledges issues like these and told the story of a boy who dealt with them in a healthy way, and showed kids that it’s okay for them to be happy, and made a very cute and imaginative movie out of it, and I love it for existing.

#adoption #foster care

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@sophieswundergarten I hope activating these bees was worth it because my brain has been generating new ideas™️ to go with this AU.

SQ’s birth parent’s original island kingdom was peaceful and prosperous. While it wasn’t exactly large or powerful, was home to very precious and rare types of magic and resources, which made them a target for threats. After the kingdom fell, Curtain put a curse over the islands so that no one could find them again (until he eventually brings SQ back there).

In this AU, there is tension between Curtain and Garrison, but he never throws her out and I was trying to think of stuff to do with her character besides just having her be the magic expert behind Curtain’s operation. Then I recalled my idea about her being a wicked/outcast fairy (and fused it with the evil fairy godmother thing Uncle Andrew had going on in my Narnia rants) and am considering making her SQ’s fairy godmother (which is how she knew Curtain and SQ’s birth parents). In this world, not every child has a fairy godmother (due to supply issues. The fairy population is dwindling), but they are assigned magically based on children who will need protecting or care that the fairy in question can provide. When Curtain believed dark magic was the only way to protect the kingdom, he turn to Garrison for help, and she taught him some things about to use it, which caused the other fairies to brand her an outcast. Garrison, with no where else to go and still bound by duty, continues to work for Curtain, but retains her magical bond with SQ and helps him magically on numerous occasions from a distance (though SQ doesn’t know he has a fairy godmother and things these things to be coincidences). Garrison is scared about getting close to SQ because she views herself as evil now, and doesn’t want to hurt him. Curtain never throws her out despite her objections to his plans partially because he understands that he can count on her to protect his son.

I suppose this would also make Miss. Perumal Reynie’s fairy godmother who adopts him, which is actually quite sweet and her talents certainly match Reynie’s needs so it works out. I’m not sure if this makes Miss. Perumal’s mom an old retired fairy, but I think that would fit too. Maybe the fairy godmothers continue to get reassigned once their child in question grows up and then they retire when they get older?

Captain Noland, Cannonball, and the concept of Sirens, mermaids, and magical sea creature should be in this somewhere. Not sure where or how, but I can see Noland and Cannonball dramatically warning the children of the “great dangers of the seas”!

Sticky’s extended family stop pressuring Sticky so much once they realize Sticky’s “unnecessary” talents have saved the kingdom. The family agrees to help him run the estate while allowing Sticky to keep his title and study ancient texts and old types of magic and creatures.

Still thinking about Number Two as an axe wielding knight. I think it would be cool if all the knights had specialized weapons. Kate could have throwing knives or something circus-y. Martina could have one of those spike chain ball things. Not sure about Milligan, but he can also fight with his fists and there’s something really intimidating and kinda cool about someone trying to hand Milligan a sword for a duel and him raising his fists and saying “oh don’t worry. I won’t be needing that.” SQ of course has a tradition Disney Prince™️ sword and shield.

I am now toying with the idea of Constance being a long-lost fairy Princess and that’s why she’s so small and powerful. It also means both twins are the parents of a long-lost royal and magical child.

Edit: when Curtain takes over, he adopts the same symbol/sigil for his kingdom as the one SQ’s birth parents had. One of its central features is a pair of birds taking flight. The symbols look the same, but when it is used to represent Curtain’s reign, artists draw it as birds of prey swooping over a battle field. When SQ’s birth parents ruled, the birds were often depicted as peaceful doves flying over a field together.

Edit: HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT MADGE? Noble messenger bird inherited by Sticky after his parents died, but he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of such a dangerous pet. Luckily, Kate worked with the circus’ falconer and knows a thing or two about it. Alternatively, since this is a fairytale, Madge could also be a baby dragon. Kate trained to ride dragons in the circus, but since Madge is a tiny baby one, she normally rests on Kate’s shoulders. Let me know what you think.

TMBS Fairytale AU Show Version

Based on this lovely post by @cronch-goes-the-weasel and this awesome post by @sophieswundergarten and also this post that was one of the first posts I've ever made because for some reason I really liked the idea of SQ as a Disney Prince and thought the world should know about it, so much so, that I decided to get a tumblr just so I could tell people.

Warning: The content of this AU is long and insane. Reader discretion is advised.

Premise: As I have developed this story, some characters have no magic powers, some have magic powers that they have to study to learn how to use, and others have naturally occurring magic powers, to various degrees. Just roll with it, my brain is excited, but exhausted. Here we go.

Nicholas and Nathaniel are two poor orphan boys that grow up in a local orphanage, with no knowledge of where they came from. The boys both love studying magic and try to get their hands on any spell books they can find. Nicholas is adopted by a fairly well off family while Nathaniel is left behind.

Flash forward to years later, and Nathaniel has become an evil wizard who has taken over the world and declared himself king. He has a special school and is currently recruiting the most powerful magical or otherwise talented children to go through lifelong training to serve on his court and be his knights. His brother Nicholas, a kind-hearted and humble, but scattered brain wizard is the only one who can stop him.

The players in the story:

The Bad Guys:

Nathaniel/Curtain: Evil Wizard King. It's exactly what it sounds like.

Garrison: Chief member of Curtain's court (his right hand woman), and expert in all types of magic. She often advises Curtain against using dangerous magic, but he rarely listens. If we want to bring mythical creatures into this, I could see her being part fairy (more specifically an evil or outcast fairy).

Jeffers: Head of Curtain's current army (the greys). He can't use magic, but likes to think that he might be able to one day and attempts to do so often (it never works).

Jackson and Jillson: Curtain's jesters. They entertain him by doing little songs, dances, and puppet shows for the court, which Nathaniel Benedict, professional theater kid, appreciates. If we want to bring mythical creatures into this, they can be elves/part elf or some sort of quirky woodland creatures).

SQ: Prince and heir to the evil throne. His father teaches him magic (but not too much) and rarely lets SQ go outside or leave and explore certain parts of the castle. He spends most of his time painting and talking to wild animals in the gardens.

Martina: one of the best students Curtain has recruited and on track to become a knight and the head of his army.

The Good Guys:

Nicholas: a self-taught wizard/magic user who refuses to use dark or evil magic

Number Two: Wanted to be a knight ever since she was a little girl. She trained for years, and eventually became a knight that specializes in axe throwing.

Rhonda: a self-taught apothecary and healer that specializes in healing magic.

Milligan: man who was taken in by the team when he showed up on their doorstep with no memory. He has the sigil of what he believes to be Curtain's kingdom's symbol tattooed on his wrist and worries that this means he might have been a bad person once. Later, he has flashbacks of living and working in a palace with other higher ups, including Curtain, and fears the worst.

Reynie: An orphan boy who is ostracized by the others for being able to study magic. He answers Nicholas' advertisement hoping to gain the ability to study and develop his ability.

Miss. Perumal: Reynie's magic tutor who teaches him how to use his powers. She has some abilities herself, and if we want to bring mythical creatures into this, I could see her being part fairy.

Sticky: the high achieving son of deceased nobles who is under tremendous pressure to inherit his family's land and manage the family estate as his mother and father once did. He'd prefer to use his gift of intellect to study and help others, but his extended family insists that this is his destiny and he must spend his time learning things like manners and the ways of high society so he's ready when he comes of age. Sticky, feeling trapped and under pressure, sees Nicholas' advertisement, and runs away to answer it.

Kate: her main backstory doesn't have to change. She is a performer that goes from village to village in a traveling circus. She believes that she was abandoned by her father, who she recalls used to be some sort of knight. Eventually, she begins to long for more than circus life, and dreams of becoming a knight herself (but a good one. Not a bad one like the father who left her). She sees Nicholas' advertisement and decides to answer it.

Constance: She's extremely gifted in magic without ever having studied it, but she has no idea why. She can't remember much of her past and has been kicked out of orphanage after orphanage for things like accidently enchanting her bully's desk to be filled with bugs (Constance did not always mean to do this, but her emotions tend to manifest into real world events). Desperate to understand herself, she too answers the advertisement.

Now for the drama of it all. Nicholas discovers that the dark wizard that has cursed the land and declared himself king is in fact Nathaniel his brother. Meanwhile, the children have infiltrated Curtain's school and discover that Curtain plans to tighten his grip on the world by casting a final dark spell that will recruit all lords and ladies (the noble class, people with money, land, and influence), magic users, and knights to his side or otherwise will curse all who resist and leave them poor, alone, destitute, and without their memories or powers. However, Curtain has been struggling to get the spell to work and discovers that certain types of ancient magic can only be translated or understood by children (Nobody knows why. And I haven't thought that far ahead. Potential future twist maybe? But it explains why Curtain needs the kids).

Anyway, Curtain sees that Reynie seems to have a gift for magic and Sticky is quite knowledgeable when it comes to reading ancient texts. So he gives the boys an opportunity to study under him personally. At first, he identifies with Reynie as an misunderstood orphaned magic user and dismisses Sticky because he can tell by his manners and his knowledge of high society that he comes from money (like those rich snobs who adopted Nicholas). But eventually, Curtain realizes that Reynie is too hesitant to use dark magic (if you're hesitant to use it, it doesn't work as well), so he focuses on training Sticky as his apprentice, telling Sticky that he simply wants to learn more about the land's dark history so as not to repeat the mistakes of the past. His goal is to get Sticky to decipher the codes and spells for him, and then Curtain can hopefully use his own magic to cast the spell, or if he must convince another child to do so, find one that is powerful enough and willing to cast the spell. Curtain also casts his own spells that give Sticky good feelings and make him want to comply. While under the influence of the magic, Sticky figures since he's just really intelligent, but doesn't use magic himself, then what's the worst that could happen if he helps Curtain translate a few things? After all, working with him will enable him to get more information about his plans.

Meanwhile, Martina and Kate are training as knights and develop a rivalry that turns to unlikely friendship that is torn asunder when Martina realizes Kate has been a spy. Constance has been doing her best to hide her powers ever since the children realize Curtain is looking for powerful children for his work. However, since she isn't good at tests like Sticky or the training to be a knight like Kate, she is placed under the care of Jackson and Jillson (who find her to be a delightful small child) in order to train to be an entertainer and court jester. Constance hates every minute of this, and lessons include juggling, puppeteering, and joke telling. Sometimes her powers do activate and cause chaos, but Jackson and Jillson believe this is part of the performance and a testament to her talent. SQ, fed up with palace life and ready to enter his Disney Princess™️ era, sneaks into the part of the palace his father has reserved for his school and pretends to be a regular student. While there he befriends Reynie and eventually learns of his father's true plans, but Reynie still never learns that SQ is the king's son (indeed, most people are only vaguely aware Curtain even has a son, and most imagine him to be this super powerful and intimidating guy).

The main conflict (basically season 1): There is a final fight between the children and Curtain where Constance reveals her powers. Curtain sees an opportunity to use her for his spell, but she overpowers him. Martina and Kate duel and Kate wins, offering Martina a chance to come with them, but Martina angrily refuses, humiliated to have been defeated, and calls Kate a coward for not finishing her off. Kate replies that that's not who she is, and she doesn't believe that's who Martina is either. Martina says that Kate doesn't know her.

Nicholas shows up at the palace to confront Curtain, who is still angry about what happened between them and claims that putting the world under his order is what is best. Nicholas is shocked that his brother has done this, because Nathaniel never used dark magic when they were kids, both of them believing it was dangerous and evil. Nicholas asks his brother what changed, and Curtain tells him that he grew up and realized that the "power of love" and "good magic" can't solve everything and that some people need to make necessary sacrifices. Nicholas seems heartbroken, and Curtain, in a strange moment of sentimentality, offers Nicholas a chance to join him in exchange for forgiving his friends and family of their transgressions against him. Nicholas refuses, and Reynie and Sticky succeed in undoing some of the dark spells Curtain has cast over the world. Realizing he is losing his control, Curtain responds by casting a simple sleeping spell on Nicholas and escaping with his followers (all other bad guy characters mentioned). Everything plays out much like it does in the show, with Kate and Milligan realizing that they are father and daughter.

Now season 2. Curtain kidnaps Nicholas and brainwashes him to join him and help promote his rule, claiming that Curtain's magic and his rule are good things. The others try to save him. Meanwhile, Martina begins to have doubts about their mission and voices them to Jackson and Jillson, who assure her that she is doing the right thing.

SQ confronts his father with the information he has learned only to be repeatedly dismissed and told that he must trust that this is for the best. SQ instead does some snooping on his own and discovers that his birth parents were once rulers of an island nation and that Curtain was their friend and advisor on their court. He then assumes that Curtain must have used dark magic to betray them, kill them, and take over. Terrified, he runs away under the cover of night, and eventually bumps into Reynie, the only person he remembers meeting at the Institute. The kids explain that they are going to rescue their leader, Mr. Benedict, who wants to stop the dark wizard (Curtain) from taking over the world. SQ, learning his father has a twin for the first time, makes the split second decision to join them in their mission, while wondering what else his father has lied to him about. The children discover that SQ can do some simple spells that his father taught him, is pretty well educated, and although not exactly athletic, does know some basic fighting techniques. SQ teaches them what he knows, and they teach him things he doesn't know.

Meanwhile, Curtain's spell that he used to make Nicholas join him and comply begins to have disturbing side effects. He goes to Garrison for help, but she tells him that she warned him against using that kind of magic, and that it can't be reverse. He tells her that he will find a way, no matter what it takes. He then discovers his son is missing, and when he's spotted with the society, Curtain claims (and believes) they've kidnapped and brainwashed SQ and offers a reward to capture and bring them to the palace. This leads the others discover that SQ is Curtain's son. At first, they worry he's a spy, but SQ eventually convinces them that he's on their side, and that he is ready to fight his father and figure out the truth.

The kids show up to stop Curtain. Martina fights SQ at first, and is about to beat him, when Kate saves him by distracting Martina. Martina fights Kate again and this time she wins, but can't bring herself to kill Kate, admitting that Kate was right about her and about Curtain. Martina then decides to join them, much to the dismay of Jackson and Jillson, who blow trumpets alerting the greys of their arrival. Jeffers and his men show up to fight Martina and Kate (and Milligan and Number Two, who show up just in time).

Reynie, Sticky, Rhonda, and Miss. Perumal try some spells to help Mr. Benedict, but it doesn't work. Then Curtain and Garrison show up. Curtain puts a simple sleeping spell on Rhonda and Miss. Perumal. The boys are horrified, but Curtain explains that they will awaken in a few hours, once they've been escorted to their cells. The boys demand to know what will happen to Mr. Benedict. Garrison tells them they have no hope of helping Nicholas and that she warned Curtain this would happen. Curtain angrily replies that he gave her everything, including a chance to develop and practice her magic with no limitations, but she was only interested in holding him back, and she shouldn't pretend to care about his brother. The boys, realizing that Curtain does care about Mr. Benedict, try to convince him to turn good, but he replies that he is good and they are the ones that need to change.

He freezes the boys with magic and is about to cast a spell on them, when Constance arrives and challenges Curtain to rematch. The original plan was to have Constance only intervene if necessary, because the others suspected that after last time, Curtain and Garrison might have figured out a way to siphon off her magic. Curtain, hungry for power and realizing that taking her magic might enable him to both save Nicholas and keep his power, offers Constance a deal. Join him, give up her magic, and help him save Nicholas and he'll release her friends. He even does a truth spell on himself to verify he is telling the truth (idk if the narcolepsy thing is in this, this is already so much I don't want to add more, but if it is, he falls asleep and this verifies that he's telling the truth). Constance is about to agree, when SQ bravely runs in and challenges his dad to a duel of magic and sword. Curtain, who does not recognize his son with a helmet over his head, believes this is just some random knight and tries to magic him away, but finds to his surprise that this random knight has some fairly good countering spells. So they duel a bit, but Curtain gets the upper hand. In frustration at his plans being delayed, Curtain begins casting a painful and damaging spell on SQ, causing him to groan and scream in pain, at which point, his helmet falls off. Curtain immediately drops his hands, horrified at what he's done, and runs to his son's side. SQ weakly asks if this is what his father did to his birth parents. Curtain vehemently denies it, shocked his son would ask that, and it's heavily implied that something went wrong in the past that resulted in Curtain trying to use dark magic to fix it, but that ultimately, he wasn't powerful enough, and it resulted in the deaths of SQ's birth parents (I guess this is an SOS AU now. I don't know anymore).

Curtain asks SQ why he would turn against his own family, and SQ tells his father about how trapped he felt in the sheltered palace life Curtain had set up for him and how betrayed he felt that his father had kept so much from him. Curtain replies that he was only ever trying to protect him. SQ starts growing weaker and weaker as Nicholas' side effects start getting worse. Garrison is sad to see them both in pain and dying, but tells Constance and Curtain that she's not powerful enough to fix it, and that most of the magic that would is too powerful, even for any of them. Curtain, upon hearing this, attempts a spell that will exchange his own life for SQ's, but finds he's not powerful enough to use it, and that the dark magic he's been using has left him too corrupted to effectively cast a self-sacrificing spell. Curtain starts to cry and tells SQ that he loves him, hugging him close to his chest. SQ replies weakly, gasping for breath that despite everything, he loves his father too. This begins to heal SQ (power of love and all that. Beautiful stuff. What? It's a fairytale. I can give it a fairytale ending).

Constance, seeing that love was able to heal SQ, decides to give it a try. She walks over to Mr. Benedict and tells him that the reason she denied his offer of adoption was because she was scared of him leaving her like she assumes her parents must have. But now, she wishes she had accepted his offer, and that they had more time together because she would love to spend every second of it with him as her family. This heals Nicholas.

Happy ending right? Wrong. Curtain takes SQ to the palace on the islands where his birth parents lived (which had since been abandoned, but SQ realizes the sigil of his birth parents is the same one Curtain was using). Curtain then goes off on his own journey to released the world from his dark spells, with Nicholas to help him. The twins complete the task and return to the islands to find SQ missing (and a message from home via urgent carrier pigeon confirms Constance has gone missing as well). The twins investigate and find a mysterious woman occupying the islands. They demand to know where their children have gone. She tells them that they will be fine, provided the twins are willing to comply and embrace their destinies. She then introduces herself as their sister and says they have a lot to talk about.

And that's all I got. Please don't ask me to finish this, I'm tired. But I hope you like it.

#mbs fairytale au #TMBS fairytale au

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hollyharper · 3 years ago

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Arranged- Damien x Female Reader Part 2

You fidget with the folds of your dress during the elevator ride. The dining room is crowded. You stick to the outside until you find your parents. You tell yourself that you should still be mad, but you can’t stay that way, not when you're trembling so. They’re standing by one of the buffet tables, deep in conversation with a dark haired man. You know you’ve seen his face, but can’t place it, until a red-head takes his hand and leans against his shoulder. You recognize Barbara Grayson immediately. The man beside her must be her husband, Richard Grayson. Your mom gives a comforting smile as you approach.

“This is y/n.” She introduces you.

Mrs. Grayson smiles. “I’m so excited to finally meet you.”

“You’ve heard about me?”

“Quite a bit. Your parents speak very highly of you. You were Valedictorian and prom queen?”

“It was a small school.” You reply.

“Humble too. Your parents said you were smart and pretty. But, their descriptions fade in comparison to you.” Mr. Grayson smiles as he praises you.

You blush and duck your head to hide it.

“It was an honor to make your acquaintance.” Mr. Grayson nods his head to you. “I’m going to wait for Damian in the lobby, Babs.” He tells his wife, before pulling away for her.

Across the room, glass shatters. “Helena, be more careful!” Someone scolds loudly enough to fill the space.

Mrs. Grayson sighs. “And I better keep the girls out of trouble.”

“Have fun with that.” Mr. Grayson teases.

“When will he be here?” You ask, once both are out of earshot.

“Any minute.” Your dad states.

To give yourself something to do, you pour yourself some punch and try to name the people around you. Jason Todd stands to your left. Next to him is a dark haired girl. Maybe Helena Bertinelli. You’re not sure. You scan the room again. You pick out almost the entire Wayne family, from Selina and 7-year-old Helena to Bruce Wayne’s cousin Kate Cain. Bruce Wayne himself walks in. Damian Wayne struts beside his father. As in every photo, his expression is that of arrogant boredom. They greet other guests and slowly come your way. Your mom steps forward to meet them. Mr. Wayne greets her with a one arm embrace.

“It’s been too long, M/n.”

“It has.” She smiles.

“Y/n.” He gives you a courteous nod.

Bruce Wayne knows your name! You can’t believe it. Damian eyes you. He’s even more attractive in real life. In games with your friends, you can vividly remember calling him your celebrity crush, right after you had been told your first choice, Robin, didn’t count. You never would have guessed you actually meet him. His green eyes burn into yours.

“Mom,” You start to ask again when your assigned husband will come.

Your mother prompts you forward. “Introduce yourself.”

“That is her, correct?” Damian asks his father softly.

Bruce Wayne nods. Damian meets your eyes and extends his hand. You tremble as you take it. Instead of shanking it, he presses a soft kiss to it. His lips linger as he meets your eyes. You dip your head but don’t dare pull away. Both Mr. Wayne and your parents smile. Is this even real? Out of the corner of your eye, you see them slip away. This is him. It has to be. Damian bites his lip.

“I'm Y/n.” Your voice shakes.

Going into this you didn’t expect to be so scared.

His face softens some. “I am Damian.”

“I know.” You choke out.

He arches an eyebrow. You shouldn’t have said that.

“Come.” He speaks softly and offers his hand.

You refuse it, but follow him out a set of double doors and onto a patio. The door shuts and you’re alone. His expression relaxes.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“I-i…” You stumble helplessly.

“You don’t be nervous. I won’t bite.” It was supposed to be funny, but his face remains straight, and loses the humor. You falter more, then just bite your tongue. He tries to smile, probably to calm you, but his face can’t form the expression.

“How did my parents arrange this?” You whisper.

“Your mother was a friend of Father’s when they were children. She contacted him before your 17th birthday. He agreed to an arranged marriage because it would be “good for me”.”

“Good for you?” You echo faintly.

He nods. “It would make me “more stable” and “hopefully teach me to be more level-headed”, etc.”

You giggle slightly.

“Father said you would be a ‘“good fit” for me. I was told that you’re calm.”

Calm? Your mom had always been telling you to calm down. He had been told you were calm? Damian pats the bench next to him. You consider sitting across, but that would be too aggressive. You sit on the far end of the bench. After his openness, you find it easier to have a conversation with him. You find that you both enjoy art. He shows you photos of his work, and you can’t help but be blown away by his talent. Each brush stroke radiates with life. His faces are so life-like, even in photos you can see their chests rise and fall. As you leaned over to see the small screen, He wrapped an arm around your waist. You freeze at the touch. He lightly rubs up and down your back, until you settle back down. His voice quiets once you're closer. You continue to keep a conversation, but your eyes start to flutter shut. He brushes a hand over your hair.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” This time when he offers his hand, you take it.

Damian easily guides you through the crowd. Friends and family continuously stop you, but he makes each interaction short, and soon you’re standing shoulder to shoulder in the elevator. He walks you to your door and pauses.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You whisper, fumbling your keycard. It’s as if he’s a stranger again.

“Goodnight. Sleep well.” He tacks the last part on, almost nervously.

You smile and unlock the door, but slump against it when it closes.

#damian #damian wayne #damien x reader #Damien x feel are reader #arranged marriage #dick grayson #Barbara Grayson #barbara gordon #bruce wayce #Damien Wayne x reader #Damien Wayne x female reader #fan fic #fan fiction

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goodvibesandsunglasses · 2 years ago

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depayse-flaneuse:

I’m not upset.

Liar. In some ways it echoed her past, when she would check on younger children the nuns’ grew tired of. Intertwining her fingers in her lap she watched him quietly, careful to let him speak. It felt strange to see him wavering with someone- such a stark contrast to the versions of him she’d come to know. To find he was merely jealous nearly made her smile, but she managed to swallow it down when he caught her eye. What could she possibly say? He was simply too endearing. Watching him take her hand, warmth blossomed in her chest at his sudden tenderness. Of the two of them she was beginning to wonder if perhaps, just this once, she wasn’t the transparent one.

Then he started talking.

For a brief moment, Nia swore she stopped breathing, pure mortification sinking in her stomach. How disgraceful to think a translator failed in getting their own message across. And to think he was begrudgingly willing to accept something he didn’t want? “No, no, no, no.” Slipping her hand from his, she gently cupped his face. “It’s not that. Not at all.” Idly brushing his cheeks she searched his gaze. While expressing the truth didn’t scare her- potential to further misunderstandings did. “…In my family it’s quite common to have an arranged marriage, so while my parents have passed…extended relatives have begun to…” Inhaling softly she pondered out best to frame it, “-gently nudge me due to my age and tradition.” A situation which weighed as little more than accepted reality. If she’d remained in Europe, she was certain she’d already be meeting potential families if not meeting with matchmakers. “So now that I know how you feel, I can appropriately decline invitations without lying.” Nia offered an apologetic smile. “Do you understand, now?” Afraid he might draw the wrong conclusion yet again she quickly covered his mouth. “And no. I am not thinking of marriage.”

Ryan could feel a shift in the atmosphere. He liked it. Until now, their relationship had been mostly physical but he could feel it slowly turning into something else. Something more meaningful. It felt like they were finally understanding each other. He smiled underneath her hand; going to that night club a couple of nights ago was beginning to feel like the best decision he’d made in a long time. It wasn’t his scene yet, he’d let that one friend drag him there because he supposedly needed to get loose. He’d felt a little awkward at first but things changed as soon as he laid eyes on Nia and he would do it all over again for the same results. Her question kind of made sense now though and if he was being honest, he was relieved they were both on the same wavelength. Otherwise, it would’ve been a mess. Ryan liked to think, he could be professional enough to take rejection but he was only human and it would still definitely sting. Gently, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “I understand, and don’t worry. I know you’re not already planning our wedding”. There was a short pause before he added mischievously “but I’m giving it a couple of years”. He winked and stood.

“I’m glad we’re having that conversation”. He leaned in for a long, hard kiss. “And I’ glad I’m getting in the way of your family marrying you off to some other guy”. If only he could tell her how captivated he was. He’d never met a woman like her before and was totally under her spell but there would definitely be time to show her. Hopefully, she’d realize at some point there was more to him than meets the eye. “I’m happy we’re giving it a try because I like what I’m seeing and I’d really like to get to know you”.

#archivedryan002

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stealforreal · 3 years ago

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Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

#mha #mha x reader #dad au #shoto todoroki #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha x y/n #dad todoroki #Twins #timetravel #quirks #Shoto is so cute #futurekids

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