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“Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, Monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas on physical therapy.” pg. 11

Mab and therapy don’t go together

Time to look up what The Cat Sith is

I already love Cat Sith and Harry’s dynamic

“The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground” pg. 31 Bianca party Harry’s rap sheet with parties is terrible. Why do people keep inviting him to parties. It never ends well.

“Wait for instructions. Follow instructions.”

“I��m not good at either of those things” pg. 33 Ha

Harry’s birthday!

“She’d been, ah, vajazzled” pg. 50 Ha

I love Harry’s telling off of Maeve

“I’m never really comfortable with parties.” pg. 58 Yep and I predict that this party going as bad as well as all the others disaster)

Eldest Gruff!

Oh no Eirkling isn’t he still trying to kill Harry?

“You are such a fanboy, Dresden.” pg. 65 Yep and who wouldn’t fanboy over Santa?

“Not till after Halloween. Enough is enough, I’m drawing the line.” pg. 66 Ha

Alright something is up. No one is telling Harry anything

Cool that Eldest Gruff used his ears to indicate where Sarissa went

“Ask the Red Court about it. Oh wait” pg. 76 Ha I probably shouldn’t have laughed at that

“Build a man a fire and he’s warm for a day.” I said “But set a man on fire and he’s warm for the rest of his life.” pg. 77 Ha and nice Pratchett reference

“I had one advantage: I was used to competing out of my weight class.” pg. 89 Yep

Go Sarissa!

“Kill my daughter. Kill Maeve” pg. 103 What

“Wait. Your job is…You’re BFFs with Mab?” pg. 115 Ha

Toot toot!

“One day,” I told myself “one brave and magnificent day, I will actually be cool.” pg. 129 Ha and I think you’re cool Harry

Bob!

The Winter mantel sucks

“-but he’s still kind of a friend.”

Bob made a gagging sound. “Don’t get all sappy on me, Dresden.” pg. 141 Aw come on Bob I like Harry being sappy

“while Mab bestrobe me, her naked body strangling me, ranking my thoughts out through my eyes,”

“I shuddered and forced the memory away.” pg. 148 This is terrible please get therapy. If I say it enough times it’s bound to happen

“I know how to kill an immortal.” pg. 149 Oh boy

“It’s when the world of the dead is closest to the mortal world. Everyone-everything-standing in this world is mortal of Halloween.” pg. 152 Of course it’s on Harry’s birthday

“Is that going to happen to me?” pg. 156 Poor Harry you’re not going to turn out like Slate

I agree with Bob talk and trust your friends Harry

Go Toot Toot!

Molly!

“I swear, this stupid town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happened here? I’m gone for a few months and augh. Be right back. Grrsdll frrrsl rassle mrrrfl” pg. 196 Ha

“I looked around. It wasn’t home, but…it was in the in the right zip code. And it was maybe the single sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.” pg. 197 Aw :)

Thomas!

“You. Moron

You idiot.” pg. 212 Yes Thomas call Harry out

“Yeah,” I said. “I missed you, too” pg. 215 Aw :)

“If your new boss wanted you on the island, wouldn’t she just have told you to go there?” Thomas asked

“Seems like,” I said. “Taking her orders is pretty much my job now.”

Molly snorted

“Maybe I’ll grow into it,” I said “You don’t know.”

Thomas snorted softly” pg. 221 Ha

“Upon completion, I had dubbed it the Whatsup Dock, and Thomas had chucked me twenty feet into the lake, thus proving his utter lack of appreciation for reference-oriented humor.

(And I’d thrown mine forty feet out with magic, once I got dry. Because come on, he’s my brother. It was the only thing to do.)” pg. 223 Ha

“My brother is…geosexual.” pg. 227 Ha

“I don’t know what these are.” pg. 232 What Bob doesn’t know?

So the original Merlin built Deamonreach and Eb has his old journals

“The guys in the White Council who didn’t like me were going to turn purple and start frothing at the mouth when they found out.” pg. 252 Oh yeah definitely some frothing

“No wonder my grandfather had looked stunned when he’d seen what I done with Deamonreach. Or maybe less “stunned” than “horrified” pg. 252 Yep

“IT BURSTS FORTH FROM YOUR SKULL.” pg. 254 Oh no also that’s kinda like Athena. Is Bonnie going to be born in this book?

I love that Deamonreach also calls Molly grasshopper

“He’s one of mine,” I said in a hard voice. “You hurt him and you can forget me helping you.” pg. 256 Yay glad Harry protects Bob

“LESSER BEINGS ONCE KNEW TO RESPECT THEIR ELDERS,” said Deamonreach

“I respect the crap out of you,” Bob complained. “You want my help, and I’m telling you how. Now turn me around.” pg. 258 Ha

“So Lara got in bed with Marcone?”

“She tried,” Thomas said, “but Marcone kept it purely business. That’s two men who have turned her down in the same century. She was annoyed.” pg. 286 This is glorious! I want Harry and Marcone to happen purely for how funny it would be. Imagine if it happened how embarrassing it would be for Lara. Two men who turned her down in the same cemetery get with each other. Hilarious

Fix! Is Fix and Harry going to fight?

“You uh, looked kinda cozy, man. With Mab. On the stone table.”

Sealing a contract like the one with Mab isn’t something you do with an impersonal handshake. I felt my cheeks heat up. “Oh. You saw that.”

“All of Faeire did,” Fix said.

“God that’s humiliating” pg. 296 I legit winced when I read this. Ouch it’s terrible. I hope Jim puts this in here to show that what happened to Harry was bad and Jim addresses it.

I hope Harry talks to Murphy and see Maggie

“Wait a minute…We’re his flunkies.”

“You, maybe” Thomas said sneering. “I’m his thug. I’m way higher than a flunky.” pg. 324 Ha

Vadderrung!

“What do you need?” Vadderung asked

“Advice,” I said “Of the price is right”

“And what do you think a significant price be?

“Lucy charges a nickel”

“Ah,” Vadderung said. “But Lucy is a psychologist. You realize that you’ve just cast yourself as Charlie Brown.”

“Aurg” I said” pg. 318 Ha

“I will accept your offer of one favor-and-a nickel.”

“I told you. I don’t have a nickel.”

He nodded gravely. “What do you have?”

I rummaged in my pockets and came out with the jeweled cuff links from my tux. I showed them to him.

“Those aren’t a nickel” he said soberly. He leaned forward again as he had a moment before, and spoke slowly. “What do you have?”

I stared at him for a second. Then I said, “Friends.”

He sat back, his blue eye all but throwing off sparks, it was so bright.

“Thomas,” I called. “I need a nickel.”

“What?” Thomas asked “In cash?”

“Yeah”

Thomas reached into a pocket and produced a bunch of plastic cards. He fanned them out and showed them to me. “What about these?”

“Those aren’t a nickel,” I said

“Oh for goodness’ sake” Molly sighed. She reached into a pocket and produced what looked like a little old lady’s coin purse. Then she flicked a nickel toward me.

I caught it. “Thanks. You’re promoted to lackey.”

She rolled her eyes “Hail, Ming” pg. 320 Ha

“So if I go back in time and kill my grandfather, what happens?”

“He beats you senseless, I suspect” Vadderrung pg. 323 Ha and interesting that Vadderung knows that Ebenezar is Harry’s grandfather

“Birdbrains” pg. 326 Ha

Oh no Mac’s bar

“Thomas showed his teeth in a predatory grin. “I’m leaving bigger tips from now on.” pg. 336 Ha

“You will come with me”

“Isn’t that what Mab said. Harry?” Thomas quipped

I kept my hand shielded from Sharkface with my body and gave my brother the finger.

“Look, Spanky,” I said to Sharkface. “I’m a little bit busy to be tussling with every random weirdo who is insecure about his junk. Otherwise I would just love to smash you with a beer bottle, kick you in the balls, throw you out through the salon doors, the whole bit. Why don’t you have your people contact my people, and we can do this maybe next week?”

“Next week is your self-deprecation awareness seminar,” Thomas said.

I snapped my fingers “What about the week after?”

“Apartment hunting”

“Bother,” I said. “Well, no one can say we didn’t try. See you later.” pg. 342 Ha

“You have no place in this watcher.” pg. 342 Oh interesting name for Mac

Very cool that Harry that punched Sharkface through his own fire

“Man, the yahoos I scrap with never seem to anticipate that tactic.” pg. 346 Ha

Outsiders come to play

“And you enjoy driving authority figures insane,” Thomas said

I shrugged “I watched The Duke of Hazzard at a formative age,” I said. “Of course I enjoy it.” pg. 357 Ha

“Victor Sells the Shadowman,” I whispered “Agent Denton and the Hexenwolves. Leonid Kravos the Nightmare. My first three major cases.”

“Yes” Lilly whispered “Each of them was tainted by the contagion. It destroyed them.”

I put my hand on the rail and leaned against it. “Fourth case. Aurora. A champion of peace and healing who set out to send the natural world into havoc.” pg. 373 Oh possession? And conspiracy? Since the first case!?

Why are we trusting Maeve?

“I want the throne.” pg. 381 I don’t buy Maeve never struck me as someone who wanted the throne. But the Fae can’t lie something is up and I’m suspicious. I need a bulletin board and red string go full conspiracy theory

Hmm I’m rereading this exchange. Lilly seems uncomfortable with telling the truth but Maeve doesn’t.

Okay the facts as we know them now

Mab wants Harry to kill Maeve

Lilly believes there’s a contagion that changes people

Lilly hasn’t examined Mab

Maeve has and claims Mabs infected

Outsiders are in this book

Harry isn’t infected

Could Maeve be infected and that’s why she can tell the truth? That would also explain why she wants to kill Mab. Could it have something to do with the Outsiders? I don’t have any strong evidence so it’s a bit tin foil hat theory so far.

Ace?! Why are you doing this?

Murphy!

“Be silent, mortal cow.” pg. 395 Rude

“Hey,” I said innocently. “Weren’t there seven of you guys a minute ago.” pg. 398

“Hey,” I said, in the same tone “Weren’t there six of you guys a minute ago.” pg. 399 Ha

Butters!

“Any kind of iron gets under my skin, it seems to disagree with the Winter Knight’s bundle of awesome. Takes the gumption right out of me.” pg. 407 Oh interesting I wonder what other Fae traits Harry has now?

“Isn’t she Catholic?” Thomas asked. “Don’t they have a guy?” pg. 412 Ha and Harry is scruffy homeless Jesus

“Wow seriously, PT?” Butters asked. “How long?”

“Eleven weeks” pg. 412 I would have loved to see actual PT and not Mab trying to kill Harry

“Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here?”

“I’d have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe” I said

“Split the difference McCoy?” Thomas asked

“Perfect.”

“You’ve been shot!” Butters repeated, exasperated

Thomas shrugged “Well. A little” pg. 416 Ha

Aw no one trusts Harry :(

Whoa there Harry let’s calm down. That’s definitely the Winter Mantle influence

“Translate that from nerd to English, please.” pg. 434 Ha

“I didn’t add in the third reason not to contact the Council-when they found out about my relationship with Mab, the monarch of a sovereign and occasionally hostile supernatural nation, they would almost certainly panic and assume that I was a massive security risk. Which would, for a variety of reasons and to a variety of degrees, be an accurate assumption. And now that I thought about it, given how my, ah, induction had been psychically broadcast to all of Faerie, there was no chance whatsoever that the Council didn’t know.” pg. 436 Why would Harry be a security risk wouldn’t he be more of an ally for both? Wouldn’t he make the alliance stronger? Also that’s creepy that the White Council knows about how Harry became the Winter Knight

“And my body abruptly went numb and useless from my stomach down.” pg. 442 Oh no

So how does the Winter mantle and Harry’s paralysis work? Does the mantle negate the paralysis but Harry still has it?

“Toots jaw just about dropped off of his head. “Wow” pg. 446 Ha

“Celery,” she replied promptly, “Cheese. Green tea. But mostly celery.”

“How random“ pg. 448 Ha

“Ebenezar, when he taught me, had been very serious about making sure I learned the proper names of things” pg. 452 More Harry and Ebenezar lore!

“Titania” pg. 454 Oh is this the best idea Harry? I’m pretty sure Titania still wants to kill you.

“You who slew my daughter,” Titania said quietly. “You dare summon me?” pg. 457 Oh no

“Boink and let boink, more or less.” pg. 461 Ha

What is this talk with Titania?

“Flashy entrances” pg. 464 Ha

“Hell’s bells. Elder Gruff had spoken to my behalf? I owed that guy a beer.” pg. 466 That’s nice that Elder Gruff

Nemesis sounds scary

Harry’s grave

“If working the spell from your own grave on Hallo-freaking-ween wasn’t deathly” pg. 472 Spooky

“Mother Winter, I summon thee” pg. 473 Harry again is this really a good idea?

Yay Harry used his Will and Soulfire. So cool that Harry breaks the art k of Will from Mother Winter

“She lost her walking stick” pg. 492 Mother Winter had a walking stick?

“Two-thirds of the Winter Court will be under its influence.” pg. 495 If Mab really was under the influence then I feel like we would see that. And Mab seems normal for Mab

“Holy…Outsiders? Mab’s fighting Outsiders?” pg. 503 Really? This also leads credibility to my theory because it Mab was controlled by Outsiders then wouldn’t see have let them in already and if Maeve is controlled she’ll need Mab died in order to become queen and let them in.

“To protect all of you from the Outsiders, mortal.”

“Then why does Titania have hers?” I asked

“To protect all of you from Mab.” pg. 506 Interesting

“Welcome, Warden Dresden, to the Outer Gates.” pg. 511 Cool

“They’re a…they’re supposed to be a metaphor.” pg. 512 Ha

“You are the help”

“We’re in trouble” pg. 519 Ha

“It had obviously been uncomfortable for them.” pg. 525 It was only uncomfortable for Lilly

Oh no Harry’s friends

“kittykittykittykitty!” pg. 536 Ha

Whoa there Harry that’s the Winter Mantle talking maybe calm down

Mouse!

I love Mouse and Harry’s interaction! Mouse is the goodiest boy

“Mouse thinks Andi should be locked in the garage at night, until she learns not to get abducted.” pg. 550 Ha

So I’ve been thinking about how Maeve is probably has the contagion. I wonder how she got it? It reminds me of an infection. So who infected Maeve? Did…did Lea infect Maeve? She was incased in ice for a while back in proven guilty. But then how did she get infected?

“Client had lost a kid or something to some half-assed wannabe warlock. He had cheesy dialogue and everything, was gonna sacrifice the kid with this big cheap, spiky knife.” pg. 553 Ha and a call back to Thomas’s story. Looks like there’s two canon warehouses in all of Chicago. The street wolf warehouse and now this warehouse. :)

“I hadn’t burned down a building in ages.” pg. 555 Ha

“Hell’s bells. That looked awesome.” pg. 558 Ha

“Goddammit!” I snarled “I just got played again! I am so sick and tired of this backstabby bullshit!” pg. 560 Poor Harry

“That was interesting. Why hadn’t Mac been tied up? Or if he had, how come there wasn’t a mark to show for it? Either way, that was odd.” pg. 561 Interesting

So cool that Harry created an iceberg that lifted the whole building out of the water! Harry’s so powerful

“Butters turned toward Molly with absolute murder in his eyes.” “I hate this” Butters said, his voice boiling with anger” pg. 572

Whoa there Butters and Molly how about everyone chill and check on everybody for injuries

Yeah Ace has good reason to hate Harry

“She was there when I cut her mother’s throat. I don’t know if she was conscious, if she saw…but what if she did? In my head, I’ve run this scenario about a thousand times, and if she saw me and started screaming or crying” pg.585 Poor Harry poor Maggie :(

“You embezzled funds from the White Court to get me a present?” pg. 590 Ha

Molly got Harry a duster! :)

“The Wild Hunt is coming” pg. 595 Oh no

“I’d just put a bullet in the Erkling on Halloween night.” pg. 607 So cool

“Tonight we hunt Outsiders!” pg. 615 Yeah! Let’s go!

“You want me to drive into lake.”

“You have to admit,” I said “it isn’t the craziest thing I’ve ever asked you to do. It isn’t even the craziest thing I’ve asked you to do tonight.” pg. 617 Ha

“Wizard please” pg. 623 Ha

“planted a kiss right on the mouth.” pg. 624 Yes!

“And I laughed. As if some freak who had never loved enough to know loss could tell me about pain.” pg. 631 Yep

“Thrice I bid you thee! By my name I command thee: Tell me who you are?” pg. 632 Yes go Harry!

“Go ahead! I shouted. “Go ahead and eat me! And then we’ll see if you’ve got the stomach to keep me down!” pg. 635 Yes let’s go!

The Erkling is so cool

“The real Cat Sith wouldn’t be having this conversation with me, ya know. He’d have killed me by now.” pg. 645 Yep that’s not Cat Sith

WAIT

WAIT A MINUTE

Maeve has to be the one behind all of this because Molly becomes the new winter lady. It just took me till chapter forty four and 80% of the way through the book to remember that Molly becomes the next Winter Lady oops

“Like she did when you infected Lea.” pg. 647 :0 I was right

“I love nights like this!” he bellowed “I love Halloween!” pg. 652 Well I’m glad someone is having fun because Harry sure isn’t

“We were cruising down the surface of Lake Michigan, and it was chock full of monastery goodness-and we had just left the Wild Hunt.” pg. 653 Oh no

“You are so hot right now.” pg. 654 Ha and yay

“Warden,” he said

“Asshat” I replied” pg. 665 Ha

“You’re trying to recruit me?”

“The offer is made,” the Walker said. “We always appreciate new talent.” pg. 665 Harry is drowning in job offers

“I’m no one’s puppet,” I said

The Walker actually barked out a short laugh. “At what point have you been any thing else?” pg. 665 Ouch poor Harry

“Stay there. You will not be molested.” pg. 665 Was that really the word choice you used?

“What else did I have?

I had friends.” pg. 666 Yay!

“Get rocked,” I said, and pulled the trigger.” pg. 670 Yes!

“And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.” pg. 686 Yooo

“I felt sick, like I was fighting a blind man.” pg. 691 Ouch

“Lilly” I said wearily. “Listen to me. We’ve both been set up by Maeve.” pg. 699 Yep

Poor Lilly

Harry’s putting the pieces together

“Fix looked at me, dirty, naked, shivering, burned, bruised, covered in soot and ash.

“Fuck,” he said” pg. 710 Ha

“My daughter is in town” I said in a whisper

He blinked “You have a…?” pg. 711 Harry told Fix about his daughter?! Why? How many people now know about Maggie?

Thomas!

Yes good mud plan everyone.

“My dress? You were wearing rhinestones. And nothing else!”

Maeve’s face contorted in rage. “They. Were. Diamonds.” pg. 733 Ha and Sarissa and Meave have to be sisters

“Hell’s bells you’re identical twins”

“Not identical twins” they both said at exactly the same time, at the exact same tone of outrage. They broke off to glare at each other.” pg. 734 Ha and they’re twins even better

“Where is her love? Where is her fury? Where is her anything?” pg. 737 Poor Maeve

“Mab! Mab! Mab! I summon thee!” pg. 739 Harry is just summoning all the fae

“Cease. This. Rudeness. At once.” pg. 741 Oh Mab is mad. I love that Harry called Maeve’s mom on her

LILY! Ahhhhh what just happened? Is Lilly ok? She’s gonna live right? Right? She can’t just die. Where did Meave get a gun? Was Lilly shot in the head? What about Fix? Who would be the next Summer Lady if Lilly dies? What’s happening??

“Fire flicked to life over the late Summer Lady”

“Directly to Sarissa” pg. 745 Poor Lilly poor Sarissa :(

“Sarissa wasn’t the only Faerie vessel on the hilltop. She was simply the one Meave had been meant to see.” pg. 748 Molly

This is how Molly becomes the Winter Lady?!? So much death why?

“Then I thumped back the hammer on the little gun and put the barrel against Mab’s forehead.” pg. 753 Harry what are you doing? It’s so cool though

“As far as your career as a mentor goes, you grew into much the same image as DuMorne.” pg. 756 Mab did not just go there. Harry should punch Mab. I should punch Mab let me at her >:( hiss Harry and DuMorne are nothing alike

“Deamonreach,” I said. “If our guest pulls that trigger, take her below and keep her there.” pg. 758 So cool!

“The one given to her by the Red Court at Bianca’s masquerade. That was how the Leanansidle was tainted-and your godmother spread it to Maeve before I could set it right.”

“Oh” I said. I’d been at that party” pg. 761 That party! It’s been over a decade in universe and it still has repercussions. It started in book 3 and it’s now book 14. That’s 11 books! Did Bianca plan for this to happen when she gave Lea the athame? Did Bianca know? What was her plan? Like her plan has backfired on her.

First the vampire war

Second half turning Susan which led to the destruction of the Red Court

Third the gravestone gift helped Harry in Ghost story

Fourth the Athame definitely cause problems for the fae but Lea hit her revenge

Did Bianca know that the athame would taint Lea with the Outsiders?

“I was mortal once, you know” pg. 761 Oh interesting

“You meant me to have the Wild Hunt.” pg. 764 So cool

“His face seemed leaner, and for that instant I saw Vadderung’s wolfish features lurking inside Kringle’s.” pg. 764 Ohhhh

“Stared closing up the minute she was done.” pg. 767 Oh interesting so Mac definitely isn’t human

Ouch Murphy and Harry’s talk :(

“So goddammit, don’t you start taking the highway to Hell. Because I’m going to be right there with you. All the way.” pg. 773 Aw :)

“But I can’t help but think that Fix is going to hold you responsible for some of what happened last night.” pg. 775 Yeah :(

“And it’s got nothing to do with facing Molly’s parents?

“And it’s got nothing to do with facing Maggie” pg. 776 Thomas calls out Harry

“Thomas ignored me and gave me a rib-cracking hug.” pg. 777 Aw hugs :)

“There was a storm coming.” pg. 778 Spooky

Final thoughts

Such a good book. I liked the fights. I thought the book was funny. Answered questions and gave me more. Poor Mab, Meave, Sarissa, Lilly, and Molly. No Bi Harry moments. Hopefully there will be more in the next book. I’m glad Thomas is doing better and he and Harry reconciled. I would have liked to see more actual PT. Yes I’m that sort of weirdo :) I liked Cat Sith. I don’t like the Winter Mantle. No dad Harry moments :( Presumably Bonnie will be born in the next book. Can’t wait to meet her!

#dresden files #harry dresden #cold days

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jurakan · 11 months ago

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How did Davy Crockett die? I am now intrigued

We don't know! That's the thing!!

[What the eff. My inbox said I have ten new messages, but there are only two in here? Whatever, I’m still happy to answer requests.]

Okay. So. I’ve mentioned that there’s A Whole Thing about Davy Crockett’s death, and we’re going to talk about it. Today You Learned about the whole debate on how Davy Crockett died.

Davy! Davy Crockett!

You probably know the gist. Early American folk hero, statesman, King of the Wild Frontier and all of that. He didn’t get along with President Andrew Jackson, and opposed the Indian Removal Act. He lost an election in 1835, prompting him to bail on Tennessee, with the famous quote, “You can all go to Hell, I’m going to Texas.” He got wrapped up in the Texas Revolution, and died at the Battle of Alamo in 1836, in which he fought against General Santa Anna’s Mexican soldiers.

Here’s where it gets tricky: we know the day he died, we know where he died, but it’s the manner of death where there’s confusion. Crockett wasn’t in the Alamo church itself–he was right outside. There’s a statue marking the spot. The problem is that there are two main versions of the story. One says that his body was found dead, and around him were over a dozen dead enemy soldiers, meaning he went down taking as many enemies with him as he could. The other says that, surrounded by enemies, Crockett surrendered, and then was executed by Santa Anna’s troops.

See the issue? No? Okay, well then, how about this: in case you haven’t noticed, Americans take their heroes very seriously, and the Alamo is one of the biggest parts of the story of Texas. The idea that one of the most famous American heroes, a living legend, did not go down fighting to the last breath is an insult to every single American or Texan.

In an ideal world, we’d look at first-hand accounts and see what they say. Except… we have, and they’re contradictory, too! A former enslaved man named Ben, working for Santa Anna, said that Crockett’s corpse was surrounded by dead enemy soldiers. However, a Mexican officer who served there, José Enrique de la Peña, wrote in his memoir that Crockett wasn’t killed in combat, but in captivity.

The lady who translated that memoir into English, by the way, was harassed by letters and phone calls from angry Crockett fanboys. There was also a movement to prove that the original text was a forgery, but as far as we can tell, the manuscript and the materials used to write it are consistent with what we know of the time period.

We don’t know what happened! We have two different eyewitness accounts that both tell two contradictory stories as to how the man died. And people have strong feelings about it. If you go to the Alamo, they’ll tell you about both but chances are they’ll also tell you which one they think is more likely.

And I think this whole thing is nuts.

#Texas #Fun Fact Friday #Today You Learned #Davy Crockett #Alamo #US history #battles

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tabbi-mysteries · 1 year ago

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Greetings, chosen one. Arise from your slumber.

Just kidding. It’s me again.

So…new question! How good do you think your favorite DCMK characters would be when it comes to using social media? Who has the most followers, who knows how to get the most reposts, and who gets banned for starting fights? Also, what sort of themes would their accounts follow (i.e. food blogs, aesthetics, fashion, etc.)?

- Secret Santa

Hello again!

This was so interesting to think about actually so sorry if I go on for a bit because the gears in my brain are turning with all sorts of ideas!!!

Shinichi - I think he's really good at using social media, like he knows all the ins and outs, keeps track of popular trends, lightening fast at working out what key terms to search to find suspects socials etc. I think we see a lot of evidence for this kind of behaviour in canon too actually! Because of that I also think he'd be capable of running a journalistic style blog and true crime insights and capable of making it really popular! That said... I also kinda think despite being capable of that if he actually wouldn't XD he probably just has private socials he uses to follow his friends and occasionally tweets a Sherlock Holmes quote.

Kaito - An absolute master of social media. The best of it of all the characters, has multiple socials and actively uses all of them, he has an account to show of magic tricks and another for general stuff where he posts pics of him and his friends and daily life and sweet treats and KID fanboying. On the KID side he probably has like an unofficial official KID account and sometimes even live blogs during heists just to mess with the taskforce XD he probably also has and maintains multiple fake profiles for various undercover identities. He's very busy! But it does pay off for him, his magic trick blog is probably extremely popular!

Sonoko - All her chaos in probably on one big uncoordinated social XD shopping hauls? Travel vlogs? KID fangirling? Gushing over her boyfriend? You can't have one without all the others XD probably comes across as a bit of a rich girl showing off her money initially but is surprisingly relatable about other matters.

Ran - unintentionally a massive social media success, I could see her posting general stuff and life bits and pieces about everything from recipes, karate, a new cafe, a cute dog she saw etc. and it's just such a genuinely nice blog and any pictures she posts of her she's always looking amazing (because when does she not look great?) And she skyrockets to success without actually trying and is genuinely surprised by it.

Heiji - has a lot of the same skills as Shinichi when it comes to using social media but is also a much more active blogger! I think he'd have a food blog actually, boy knows his way around every local place is Osaka and Kyoto it seems and is keen to share what he likes about each place! He's also probably a great photographer seeing as he likes to keep an eye out for scenic locations!

Kazuha - she'd have a various well organised fan accounts I think! One for Heiji, another for Kamen Yaiba, another for Gomera etc. (why yes I did just watch Kamen Yaiba Vs Gomera recently how could you tell XD) They're small and niche but popular within their communities.

Amuro - it may be a blog for a fake identity but I feel like the Amuro identity definitely needs a blog and like anything he attempts he puts his all into it XD it's probably a cooking blog where he shares recipes and tips and tricks for the kitchen and it's pretty popular.

The Detective Boys! - Haibara said they were too young to have individual accounts but let them make one to advertise the Detective Boys! They post about their achievements and occasionally make some personal posts, Ayumi likes to mention nice things that happened each day like meeting cats, Mitsuhiko likes to share science trivia pieces and Genta likes to take photos of his dinner! It's a small blog and not very well known except for brief spikes when they make the news because of a case but it's a very cute blog. (On a side note Haibara absolutely has a personal account she uses to be a little snide sometimes and post about Higo)

#dcmk #secret santa answers #this got quite long 😅#it was soo interesting to think about though!#i probably could have done even more characters because this was fun but i gotta stop somewhere #i dont think anyone gets banned for fights so much... but the KID account definitely gets taken down and remade constantly XD #also Haibara may get close sometimes with scathing (although likely well deserved) reviews of things #im curious now regarding other peoples headcanons on this too!#for now though i must actually return to the slumber and deal with my atrocious sleeo schedule 😅

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moviemunchies · 4 years ago

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Alright it’s a bit past Hogswatch but we’re going to talk about the Sky One Hogfather adaptation, ‘kay?

In the wake of the premiere of BBC America’s The Watch it’s good to remember that Sky One did adaptations of Sir Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books and that they actually cared about the original content. The Hogfather is a two-part miniseries that is a faithful retelling of the book. Some might say too faithful--there are scenes which add very little to the Plot, which are in the movie/miniseries because they’re in the book, when specific bits that give them context are not. I imagine if you haven’t read the book, it’s a bit hard to follow. Like, “Why is there a little rodent Grim Reaper?”

Still, it’s made with such care and attention to detail that if you ARE a fan of the book you’re sure to love this movie. No, it doesn’t have the budget of a big Hollywood movie, and it shows at times. But I think it also shows that a big Hollywood budget isn’t always the best way to adapt a book, as I imagine we’d have gotten something more like The Watch if this had been made by a large studio.

So the story goes like this, if you don’t know: in the Discworld, a satire of fantasy worlds, there are beings called the Auditors of Reality and they hire an Assassin to kill the Discworld equivalent of Santa Claus (a being called the Hogfather) in their plan to eradicate humanity because they’re jerks like that. Death, the Grim Reaper, being somewhat fond of humanity, takes it upon himself to fill in for the Hogfather while he’s indisposed. Death’s granddaughter, Susan-- currently working as a governess in Discworld’s most populous city Ankh-Morpork--gets drawn into the Plot and takes it upon herself to go and save Christma--I mean Hogswatch.

What follows is a bright satire of basically all the Christmas specials, stories, and cliches, as well as a surprisingly deep reflection on the nature and purpose of human belief in the supernatural, especially when it comes to children’s stories.

This miniseries is pretty long. On DVD it’s split into two parts, each an hour and a half, which makes it more manageable for me to sit through. But just be aware if you decide to watch it that if you want to try it all in one go, you’re going to be there for about three hours, at least.

Some quick highlights from the cast:

Michelle Dockery, pre-Downtown Abbey, plays Susan, who is more or less our main character. And I’m not going to lie to you: not all of her acting in this miniseries is on point. I get that she’s going for someone who is very emotionally detached, reacting to the weirdness of the supernatural world with exasperation and cynicism rather than wonder or terror or awe. But having seen this movie a bajillion times there are lines that she delivers with no emotion at all. Not stoically, but like she really doesn’t care what she’s saying, and that kind of bothers me.

Marc Warren plays Jonathan Teatime. He apparently modeled his performance off of Johnny Deep’s Willy Wonka, which is an interesting choice but one that makes sense. He hits all of the creepy vibes and he does a pretty good job. He’s not how I imagined Teatime, but he does a good interpretation that fits with the character and makes him a good villain.

[Also because of this miniseries apparently an alarming number of fans ship Susan and Teatime? No I don’t get it.]

The late Ian Richardson plays Death. Death is Awesome. I don’t know if it’s him in the suit, but regardless, Death’s remarkably expressive considering he’s a skeleton in a robe (and then a Santa costume). Whoever is in the suit, whether it’s Richardson or someone else, should be given a lot of credit, as well as Richardson for imbuing his voice with a personality that feels if not straight out of Terry Pratchett’s work, very close to it indeed. And no, I suppose he doesn’t look like a realistic skeleton, but he still looks really good on screen, like straight out of one of Kidby’s illustrations for the series.

Longtime Discworld fanboy David Jason plays Albert, Death’s butler, who is desperately trying to smoke and can never get to finish rolling his cigarette. He’s one of the best parts of the film, cynically trying to get his boss to be a jolly sentimental icon while maybe (probably) being drunk off his butt.

Joss Ackland is Mustrum Ridcully, the Archchancellor of Unseen University. Head of the wizards, more or less. He is both the sane man among the wizards (if you don’t count Ed Coleman’s Ponder Stibbons, who is actually sane and very good at his role too), and very ridiculous, though I suppose that might in part be the other wizards are pretty silly. He’s a joy to watch too.

And there are other cast members who all look like they’re having fun in this miniseries, but most notably: Terry Pratchett. All of these Sky One adaptations have Terry Pratchett in them at one point or another, and always delivering the final line of dialogue in the film.

If you’re a Terry Pratchett fan, or are curious about Terry Pratchett’s work, I imagine you’ll probably like this miniseries. If you’re not, I can’t promise you’ll have a good time, but it’s an adaptation made with unwavering love for the source material, and in today’s world that’s sometimes pretty difficult to come by.

#Hogfather #Movie Munchies #reviews #Discworld

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mandowh0re · 4 years ago

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Peter’s Emergency Contact

Summary: Peter meets the Avengers. It doesn’t go well.

A/N: I’m a terrible person tell me to finish my wips. Also I’m sorry about May :(

P.s. it’s been a long time since I picked this fic up so there are some continuum issues, please forgive me.

Part1/ Part2/ Part3/ Part 4

Part 4

Putting it mildly, Peter was fucking bored. It was summer, but both Ned and MJ were on vacation with their families. And on top of that, it was way too hot to go out and do anything, including patrol. He was, however, on stand by if Karen came through with anything that required Spider-Man’s assistance.

A few floors down, the ex-Rogue Avengers were doing god knows what. They had been pardoned a month earlier and moved back into the tower. Peter had yet to meet them, though Tony seemed okay with them. But Peter didn’t really trust them.

Well, okay. He more-so didn’t trust Steve. Even though the others fought against Tony too, it was Steve that scared Tony. Peter noticed minute things that Tony would do whenever the Captain was mentioned. He’d fidget, or grab his left wrist, or rub his chest, or bite the inside of his cheek. Mostly stuff that would fly past most people.

But Peter wasn’t ‘most people’. Officially, Peter was Tony’s child. After a car accident killed May about eight months prior, Tony legally adopted Peter. Since then, Peter has learned all of Tony’s tells. Wanting to get to the bottom of these anxious ticks, Peter hacked his way around FRIDAY’s systems to figure out what had happened.

Peter wasn’t one to give into rage, but that day he spent a majority of his time in the gym or swinging through the city because he was basically vibrating from the emotion.

But they lived in the same tower, and maybe Peter was desperate for something to do, so he decided to head down to the common room where FRIDAY had informed him that a few of the Avengers were hanging out.

The elevator dinged and Peter walked out to the sight of… Christmas decorations?

“What the…” He breathed, looking around the room.

“You’re not Stark,” Natasha said, suddenly appearing in front of Peter.

Peter had to literally fight down his fanboy excitement to greet the literal Black Widow!

“Uh, no. I mean, technically I am but-”

“You’re Peter, right?” Was that a smirk? Peter couldn't tell.

“Uh, y-yeah. How-?”

“I have my ways of finding things out,” Okay, now that was a smile, “I haven’t told anyone though. So you’ll have to introduce yourself to them.” She said as she tossed her head to the side, motioning to the others on the floor.

“Oh, right.”

Peter followed Natasha farther into the room, gaining the attention of the rest of the crew including Wanda Maximoff, Vision (who Peter had actually met before), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, and Bruce (who Peter had also met before as he and Thor showed up about two months after May’s death).

“Uh, who’s the child, Nat?” Clint asked, sitting on the kitchen island.

Natasha looked at Peter, who began picking at the hem of his shirt. A nervous tick of his own.

“Uh, hi, Mister Barton. I’m Peter. Uh, Peter Parker. Or, Peter Parker-Stark now I guess? I’m-”

“Wait, excuse me, Parker-Stark? Since when the hell did Stark have a child?” Sam cut in.

“Let him finish,” Wanda berated the man, who seemed to currently be baking cookies, “Go on,” She said to the other teenager in the room, smiling kindly.

“Right, so uh, Tony hired me as his personal intern like two years ago, and we got pretty close. My aunt died last December and since she was my last family, Tony took me in and adopted me.” Immediately after mentioning his aunt’s death, almost everyone in the room looked at him with pity.

“I’m sorry kid,” That was Clint again, “Life sucks sometimes.”

“I’m adjusting,” Peter replied, but he quickly changed the subject, “Why are you decorating for Christmas? It’s almost a hundred degrees outside, not to mention it’s July.”

“Ah, that was my idea!” Sam called from the kitchen where he was currently pulling cookies out of the oven, “Since we’re on house arrest until further notice, I thought we could entertain ourselves with Christmas in July. It’s something we used to do when I was younger.”

“Oh, that sounds fun!”

“You’re welcome to join, kid.” Bruce called from his spot on the couch.

“Really? Thanks guys!” Peter jumped onto a seat at the island.

“Have a cookie, man.” Sam said, holding out a plate of santa shaped sugar cookies.

“Aw sweet!” The boy grabbed one and took a bite, “Thanks!”

About fifteen minutes passed by when Peter’s senses upped a few notches.

“Any cookies left, Sam?”

Peter nearly choked on his current cookie and jumped up to see Steve Rogers walking out of the elevator.

“Yep, a few plates full. There’s sugar, gingerbread, and chocolate chip.”

A few seconds passed before the super soldier noticed Peter.

“Um, hello. I’m Steve, you are?” He offered a hand for Peter to shake.

Peter tried to respond, but the room suddenly began spinning. He gripped onto the counter to steady himself.

“Son?” Steve asked.

“Don’ call me tha’,” Peter tried to glare, but he wasn’t even sure he was controlling his face properly.

Out of nowhere his legs gave out, and black began overtaking his vision.

A chorus of exclamations rang out as everyone ran over to tend to the boy. Fortunately and unfortunately, Steve was the closest and was the one to grab Peter before he hit the ground.

“No! Let me go!” He struggled against Steve’s arms to no avail.

“Calm down, son, I’m just-”

“What happened?” Bruce asked, feeling for Peter’s pulse.

“He just collapsed.” Sam answered.

Then Peter began seizing.

“Fuck, Sam, start a timer to time the seizure. Steve, pick him up and bring him to the medbay with me. Natasha, call Tony.”

“Why are we calling Tony?” Steve asked, following Bruce into the elevator.

It was silent for a moment where Bruce and Nat exchanged glances before Bruce answered, “He’s Tony’s kid.”

“Since when-”

“Later Steve. One thing at a time.”

***

“This better be important. Like, life or death because you pulled me out of a meeting and Pepper-”

“Shut up, Stark. Something is wrong with Peter.”

Tony was quiet for a moment before growling back, “Explain, Romanoff. Now.”

“I don’t know, Tony. He came down and introduced himself and was hanging out with us when he just collapsed and started seizing. We’re taking him to the medbay now-”

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I’m in DC. I’ll have to come back with the suit but it’ll still take me an hour.”

“What do you want me to-”

“Do not let him out of your sight, Nat. I don’t want him waking up alone and you and Bruce are the only two I trust enough to watch him. Keep me updated, I’ll let you know when I’m there.”

“Got it.”

***

“He’s showing symptoms of anaphylactic shock,” Bruce said to the other two occupants after injecting Peter with an anticonvulsant, “ FRIDAY, is Peter allergic to anything? Override code six one three three nine seven five.”

“Peter is allergic to peppermint, and as well has severe reactions when in close vicinity to insect repellents.”

“Was there peppermint in Sam’s cookies?”

“One moment, Doctor Banner.” A few seconds passed before the AI came back with an answer, “Mister Wilson has supplied that the sugar cookies had peppermint extract in them.”

“Peter had several of those,” Nat said quietly.

“Okay, okay at least I can work with that. Steve,” Bruce called to the soldier while pulling out an epinephrine pen, “I think it’d be better if you waited with everyone else. Thank you for helping.”

Steve wanted to argue, but he looked at Nat who seemed to agree with Bruce.

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything else.” He offered before walking out the door.

As soon as the door shut behind him Nat spoke, “If Peter hadn’t accidentally poisoned himself I’m pretty sure he would have punched Steve.”

Bruce finished injecting the medicine and pulled the pen away from Peter’s thigh, “He still might.”

Natasha helped Bruce fix an IV drip in Peter’s arm in silence.

“You don’t have to stay, I can watch him until Tony gets here.” Bruce offered.

“He won’t be here for another forty five minutes. Plus, I’m supposed to keep watch. Stark’s orders.”

Bruce nodded in understanding, “His vitals are starting to return to normal. I’ll go update the others.”

“I’ll call Tony.”

***

Peter felt like he’d been hit by a train.

Had he?

Honestly he couldn’t remember what had happened. He opened his eyes to see Tony next to his bed (why was he in the medbay?) talking to someone on the other side of his bed. Soon his ears stopped ringing and he heard another hushed voice. Probably whoever Tony was talking to. Why did Tony look upset?

Peter turned his head to see Steve standing there.

And

What?

Without really having his wits about him yet, Peter jumped up and shoved the man back, pulling and knocking over his IV stand in the process.

“Woah, Pete! Calm down-”

“What? You didn’t get to kill him in Siberia so you thought you’d come and finish the job while I’m out?” Peter practically snarled.

Steve’s eyes blew wide, shock and shame overtaking his features, “Son, I-”

“And stop calling me that!” Peter shoved again, sending the captain into the wall, leaving a sizable crack.

“Peter!” Tony yelled, grabbing at the kid’s arm, “Calm down, bud. He’s not here to hurt me, or you for that matter. Can you please sit back down before you give me another damn heart attack?”

Peter obliged but his eyes never left Steve, who looked to be in too much of shock to really say anything.

“Cap, let the team know he’s awake, will ya?” It really wasn’t a suggestion or a question, more like a thinly veiled disguise to get him out of the room before Peter decided he hadn’t had enough.

Nodding, Steve hightailed it out of the room, but not before looking back at Peter and offering a quick apology.

It was quiet for a few moments, in which time Tony set the IV stand back up and made sure Peter’s IV was still in place. Finally the older man spoke, “Pete, buddy, what was all that about? How do you know what happened in Siberia?”

Peter’s demeanor fell slightly as he came back to himself, “Wasn’t hard to guess.”

“Mhmm. Wanna try again? Maybe with the truth this time?” Tony said as he sat back down next to his kid.

Peter crossed his arms and looked down at the floor.

“I hacked FRIDAY,” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Tony asked.

Peter sighed audibly before repeating himself, louder this time, “I hacked FRIDAY.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you were beat up and withdrawn after we got back from Germany. Which, okay, fine. We weren’t in a place for you to tell me what happened. But then the pardon for them was beginning to go through and every time Steve was even mentioned, you had these reactions like you were nervous or something. And I wanted to know why. I already had a pretty good idea. Then I saw the footage and I just… I don’t want him near you..”

“Peter, buddy. Look at me, please,” Tony gently held the boy’s chin and turned his head so that he looked at Tony, “Thank you for looking out for me. But that’s not your responsibility,”

“Yes it is! I can’t-” His throat catches and a lump forms, tears making their way to the surface, “I’ve lost everyone because I couldn’t protect them. I can’t lose you too.”

Tony pulls Peter in for a hug, and cards his fingers through the kid’s curls, “It’s okay to cry, honey. But I’m not going anywhere. Remember that. The universe will have to personally fight me before I let anything get between us. Understood?” Peter nodded slightly, but clung to his father’s shirt as he cried.

Eventually Peter fell asleep in Tony’s arms.

“I love you, kid. I’m not going anywhere.” Tony whispered, placing a kiss on top of the curls on his kid’s head.

And yes. Peter did end up punching Captain America. We don’t bring that up.

***

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teamsarawatshusband · 4 years ago

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Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 7

Here's my name overview, in case you're new to this: Zhou Zi Shu = Baby Zi Shu/ Zhou Xu lord guy/alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy; Wen Ke Xing = Smirky Xing/Smirky fan guy/Kissy Xing Gu Xiang = Purple Girl/my Purple Love/my Purple Queen Smirklord is my personal ship name for Zhou Zi Shu and Wen Ke Xing.

Also, here are the previous episodes.

Before we get started, just FYI, I went back to have a look at the red masked ghost guys gang scene with nuts guy in episode 1, and it’s finally confirmed that it's 100% Kissy Xing, because, now that i've been hearing his laughter for some eps, I can't not recognize it. Actually, he’s not just part of the ghost gang, he’s their boss. :O

Okay, so that is settled.

Let’s move on to episode 7:

Luo Mansion. What is that? Where is that? Who are these people? There's one with a joker grin, and several with weirdly upturned eyebrows and darkened lips. Are they from the ghost gang?

And why is everything red, is this a wedding?

There's a white haired woman with long golden fingernails and she's referred to as tragicomic ghost.

Oh it IS a wedding. Something tells me this might not be a voluntary one... Maybe it's the amount of gagged people in cages who don't look joyful.

Is the gagged guy who's gonna get married unconscious magenta leader guy from when that other ghost lady dropped her face?

He's getting married to a memorial tablet? What?

Ah, back to more familiar people in familiar circumstances. Baby Zi Shu is drinking alcohol. Now this I recognize.

But he can't get more because somebody bought all the remaining bottles. Should I say that this has Kissy Xing written all over it?

Ooooh, the kid is there!!! With a-hole-uncle Shen and uncle Zhao. And the kid notices Baby Zi Shu right away, and thinks it's his master. He's better at recognizing people than I am, but he's mislead by Baby Zi Shu's lack of tan and scar. That's a shame. But he clearly misses his daaaaads! Awwwww.

Side note: I cannot stress enough how much I need to focus on not misspelling Baby Zi Shu’s name. I’ve typed Zi Shi, Zu Shi, Zu Shu, Zhu Si, Zhi Shu already... and now I almost typed “Baby Sushi”, because my brain is WEIRD. In case it happens in the future and I miss it, you have been warned. Maybe I should just go with Baby Sushi, because that one would be easiest to remember. I should also change my tumblr handle to “face-blind-and-name-stupid”.

Meh, back to the ghost gang wedding ceremony.

Whoever speaks dies. That would have been a good rule to know in advance, I guess.

So what's this list of the unfaithful? Is it like Santa's naughty and nice list?

Everybody who is unfaithful gets killed by white haired gold finger girl. Got it. Everybody who speaks gets killed too. This seems like such a shady set of rules, I bet more people get killed just for fun.

Ooooh, it's celebrity death match. But with friends of the groom.

I feel like this guy who says that the ghost folks never break a promise, while being a jerk, might be telling the truth.

:O WTH? Did a-hole-uncle Shen just seriously call our kid useless??? He just assumes that our kid is a liar??? The audacity!!! I feel so outraged on the entire fandom’s behalf.

Huh, the kid is eavesdropping on all of it. I feel so bad for him to having to hear this, but at the same time, I feel so proud of his spying nature. He's already picked up some of his adopted dads' talents.

Back to the wedding deathmatch. A red wedding indeed. Everybody's dead.

Two guys talking at Youyang sect, alright, whoever that is, I forgot. But, they have nice dragon decor. Ah the younger guy is the leader of Window of Heaven while the older guy with the mustache is the 5 lakes final boss. Top boss, I mean. I might be playing too many computer games, sorry. Anyway, so Youyang is 5 lakes, also confirmed by the pleated skirt soldiers around. K, k.

So, pretty heaven's window leader guy wants to get the scoop on the glazed armor situation.

Whoa, did mustache final boss guy just really say glazed armor is just a rumor? Does he think people are stupid? Even I know that it's not. Tsk. He makes Window of Heaven sound like a super power spy agency.

Everybody is after our poor kid. Ooooooooh, Baby Sushi is following the uncles plus kid through the bamboo woods. Nice. He won't let the kid get harmed, I'm sure.

There's a girl kid who looks kind of like TopTap (if you're familiar with Thai TV shows).

She seems nice, but... looks like they're just trying to get our kid out of the way to discuss stuff. Pfff, they always complain about him not knowing stuff, but how is he supposed to when he's constantly left out?

"The martial arts world won't be peaceful anymore" LOL, whut? It hasn't been peaceful from the start of the series. What is 5 lakes final boss guy even trying to say?

:O what? Baby Sushi wants to genuinely leave the kid there and thinks he's safe there?

Oh, he's onto the spy situation and Window of Heaven being involved. Cool, cool.

Aaaaand spontaneously kills a spy guy, k.

Wheeeeeeee Kissy Xing is back. Has also been following around. Nice nice.

Ah, the dead guy was from the scorpion gang. And both Baby Sushi and Kissy Xing know. Oh, so Window of Heaven is an assassin organization. Alright, the more you know. Okay!

He's so daring, talking about how everybody is after the glazed armor while wearing a piece of it openly over his clothes. And he keeps hinting at how much he knows about Baby Sushi but never outright says it.

It's always the same with those two. Kissy Xing points out how good a person he is and then flirts with Baby Sushi who then gives him the cold shoulder.

LOL, I love how the subtitles really translate EVERYTHING. A random note of Tofu Pudding, not plot relevant at all, but BAM in your FACE!

(joking aside: I am so grateful for all the subs and translations. Whoever is doing this stuff, you guys will always be my heroes. <3 )

Oh, somebody looked at them, and Baby Sushi recognized him? And Kissy Xing is like a marching band, stomping onto the scene, parading around with banners that say "Look at this glazed armor!" lol.

Ooooooh, Kissy Xing is in cahoots with the merchant lady. He's planned something. This is exciting. Seems like he's trying to set all parties up against each other: 5 lakes, scorpions, window of heaven and whoever else wants to participate.

Okay, so he let that spy guy steal his piece of glass on purpose, right? And it must be one of the fakes, I assume.

Oh, the heroes conference... I remember the name, but what was that again? Was it a 5 lakes thing? Anyway, Baby Sushi and Kissy Xing are gonna be there on uncle Zhao's invitation, alright.

See, when Kissy Xing calls the kid dumb, it kinda doesn't feel offensive to me. I don't know. It just doesn't. It's like somebody affectionately calling their pet dumb or something.

Waaah, there's another beautiful tree. Please don't burn it down this time.

There's some morse code thing going on with lots of people that I don't know. Everybody's drumming on stuff and passing along messages.

:O my Purple Queen. The love of my life. There she is. ahhhhhhhh. <3

She's also drumming on stuff, but I'm not sure it's code with her, might also just be frustration, lol.

There's a bunch of drunk guys and they're requesting the traditional DJ guy to put on some song that probably has explicit content or something, because he doesn't wanna play it.

:O they snatched his daughter from DJ guy! Right under the eyes of my Purple Queen. Ooooh, she's gonna clean up that place, lol.

Yup.

Yeah you show them! Heh.

Oh, she's got herself a fanboy. Who is he?

She still keeps drumming away on the dishes with her chopsticks. Hmm, maybe it is a code after all.

LOL, they're having this awkward conversation about double standards for guys and girls, and my Purple Queen is not having it. She is the best.

Not gonna lie, every time the series cuts back to smirklord, I get all excited.

Ok, Baby Sushi places some... nut or whatever on his chopsticks obviously some code, Kissy Xing watches and looks confused. Oh, and he almost gave away that he doesn't understand the code.

LOL, what is happening? Kissy Xing looks so pissed at my Purple Queen making friends with her fanboy.

Seriously, does he have some sort of beef with fanboy guy? LOL, won't even let the poor guy finish his meal. A+ in cockblocking.

Awwwww, and my Queen still gets it. Pinpointing smirklord in one sentence. Baby Sushi brings out Kissy Xing's humanity. And now he looks sad. It must be true.

Ahaha, "I will pay. A Xu, where is your wallet?" Comedic genius.

Oh, what a clever way to bring the subject to the "thief" guy. Man, Kissy Xing is GOOOOOOD at this. And Baby Sushi is so amused that he admits to knowing thief guy too.

My queen doesn't recognize Baby Sushi. Whaaaaat? I would have expected her to feel the sparks. Oh, wait, no, she does get it. Hehe. And Kissy Xing instantly has to praise his crush's appearance and beauty. Everything's alright again in the world.

LOL, the way she goes right in to touch him. No inhibition. No etiquette. And Baby Sushi is so surprised that he lets her, lol.

Ahaha, Kissy Xing has to stop her from touching his baby. Awww

XD, I can't deal with this. He even flat out asks why he's not allowed to touch.

And Baby Sushi replies with a compliment to my Queen and a rebuff for Kissy Xing. It's funny, but I do feel a little bad for Kissy Xing. He did not deserve that.

LOL, waiter guy wins quote of the day, "Can you all pay first? Then you can touch whomever you want, however you want." This episode is gold, man. Also, I'm all for the touching. Yes, touch each other. Go go.

Heh, nice. Baby Sushi threatens that the money is a loan and he'll expect interest. And Kissy Xing does not seem sad about owing him at all but goes and buys even more food. After all, owing Baby Sushi gives him reason to stay in touch, doesn't it?

Aww, why do they always end on smirklord scenes? I want more. :(

Okay, this was a really nice episode. I can't wait to continue.

What I learned: The ghost gang enjoys torturing people. Kissy Xing is definitely nuts guy (well not learned from this episode, but I still learned it). I need the kid to return to his dads because I miss their interaction, as does he. There's a famous thief wandering around and he stole Kissy Xing's fake Glazed Armor. The Heroes Conference is coming up.

Goals for future epsidoes: still to figure out how Kissy Xing and Baby Sushi know each other, understand the purpose and connections of the ghost gang and why Kissy Xing is part of them. Also, just generally, get to watch more smirklord interactions. ;)

#word of honor #1st watch insta thoughts #word of honor ep 07 #smirklord

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cerberus253 · 4 years ago

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Will you be doing Ice crew headcanons? They have interesting interactions with Drago. And oh my god, I just love your thoughts and presentation!

Gonna be honest here, I don’t have much on them headcanon wise, but of course I’ll tell you what I do have. Also, thank you! I’m not sure if what you mean by “thoughts and presentation“ is about how I type silly-like sometimes (I do it to try and convey feeling in a sense) and/or attach links to certain things (I do that because some things I say remind me of other things and I want to share it, which I have done in this answer), or just in general, but if it’s the former, thank God some people are enjoying my sense of humor XD

They see each other as family; as bros. They are the Three Musketeers, the Three Stooges (the Enforcers are more of the latter, but both groups are still dorks at their finest (for their ages))

Drago fits the Meme Lord, the Crew fits the jokesters

While yes they do argue, none of them would betray each other, not even for a million dollars. Okay, maybe they’d act like they’d betray each other for a million dollars, but they know each other enough to know the betrayal isn’t real and they’ll all share that one million

They watch out for one another, like bros. But if one gets what’s coming to him, then they’d be like *disappointed parent voice* “What did I tell you?“ Ya know, like bros

Honestly, they seem like the best dude friends if they like you enough. In addition, they’d all have to like you (or at least tolerate you) if ya want in.

Bros before hoes

Gamers, and probably huge Nintendo, SEGA, etc fans

Tony Hawk fanboys

Pretty cliche, but rap, rock, metal, and those related are most likely their favorite music

I honestly don’t think they’d be difficult to talk to. Like, as long as you’re cool, you don’t preach about being lawful good and stuff, and you don’t single one of them out (in the bad way), you’d be okay in their book. Pizza party’s at 7 PM this Saturday, dawg

I can see them being the festive type. Like, not the “It’s Christmas!“ “It’s November!!“ type, but the ‘would wear Santa hats on heists’ sort of types (��Yo, D-Man! We got you a Christmas hat!” *Drago sets it on fire*)

The Best hype men

Learned not to deal with demons just from their interaction(s) with Drago (”Fuck this shit; never again”)

Actually a fact, they do not want to take over the world. It seems to me they just want to be a nuisances to society for shits and giggles

If Drago was around them longer, they totes would have (eventually) introduced him to their pastimes, and Drago would never admit he enjoys it and them

They probably try to find genuine joy in life. Like, instead of complaining about the weather, they figure out what they could do and only do when it’s like how it is. Too much snow? No prob, let’s snow board! Raining heavily out? No big deal, let’s splash and soak people!

Strikemaster Ice

The one dude that would actively piss off Drago

Has trouble doing Math (which is usually a sign of AD(H)D. Just saying)

Rapper aesthetic

In comparison to the other two, not the smartest, but definitely the most creative and appreciative (probably also devises the heists)

Would adopt every dog on sight (ya know, if he could take care of it, seeing as how he’s a criminal always on the move)

Breaking the “little people are always angry because of their small stature“ trope, he got over it years ago

I want to make Vanilla Ice jokes so badly but I shouldn’t

MC Cobra

The dude that doesn’t want to but accidentally pisses off Drago a lot

Is from the South (I swear to God I could hear a slight Southern accent from him sometimes)

Could have gone to college

Is smart enough to excel in advanced engineering, along with DJ

Punk aesthetic

The “smart dumbass“ of the group. Meaning, he’s pretty intelligent, but he does/says stupid things

DJ Fist

The one dude that actively avoids getting Drago angry

Went to college, but dropped out

Is smart enough to excel in advanced engineering, along with Cobra

Would probably pick the other two up if they were getting into trouble

More of a fact, but DJ can talk, but chooses not to. The only people he actually verbally speaks to is Cobra and Ice

Thug aesthetic

Probably the smartest, definitely the most humble, of the group

#ask #anon #jackie chan adventures #jca #the ice crew #strikemaster ice #ice #MC cobra #cobra #DJ fist #dj #fist #headcanons

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fuckyeahcharmcaster · 4 years ago

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Post 666 on this blog

How about commemorating it by analyzing a recent Twitter thread by none other than Geoffrey Thorne, writer of the much-maligned (and deservedly so) “Couples Retreat”?

Immediately a falsehood - McDuffie never ran Ben 10 and Thorne never pitched/wrote for it.

It was Ben 10: Ultimate Alien (the rebranding of the series Ben 10: Alien Force) that McDuffie ran and Thorne pitched/wrote for. He should have used “franchise” rather than “show”.

REMEMBER THIS. It will be important later.

Hoo boy, here we go....

1. Given which episode it was, I wouldn’t call that “lucky”.

2. It seems like Thorne is definitely the guy behind the alleged spin-off Dwayne McDuffie proposed to the network. In regards to that I respect his passion, but not much else.

3. OK, some context is needed here: he is calling himself a “Charmcaster shipper” because this entire thread was sparked because one of his writer buddies who works on Supergirl was getting a lot of grief from Kara/Lena (”Supercorp”) shippers about how things have gone down on that show. But the problem is that this makes no sense - you cannot be a “shipper” of just one character. What he is describing is being a Charmcaster fanboy, NOT a “shipper”.

…..Where do I even START?

1. First off is the most glaring part: Thorne has completely re-arranged the order of events in his mind. The episode which making explicit that Charmcaster was evil and crazy, “The Enemy of My Frenemy”, aired BEFORE his episode, not after. Also, it wasn’t even separate by “a few weeks later”, it was literally just one week. I can’t believe he got this so wrong.

2. “There was much back patting when my Charmcaster episode came out”. HUH? I sure as Hell don’t remember much in the way of back-patting; most people were disgusted by it and also still upset about the previous episode. This is flat-out revisionist history on Thorne’s part.

3. I truly believe that Charmcaster being “straight-up evil and not a little bit crazy” was NOT meant to be the take-away from “The Enemy of My Frenemy”, which is why it ended in the way it did. But because what Charmcaster did in that episode was fucking genocide, that’s still exactly the take-away many viewers took away from it, and if even Thorne has come out and admitted that it was his take-away from it too, then you KNOW that episode fucked up.

4. “These were adults, mind you” - aaah, so in spite of him previously throwing shade at live-action folks throwing shade at animation because it was seen as “kids’ stuff”, suddenly he’s throwing shade at adult fans of an animated series for being emotionally affected by it. What a fucking hypocrite. I guess the millions upon millions of adult viewers who were outraged by what befell Daenerys Targaryen of Game of Throne are justified because that show is live-action, but there’s something wrong with adult viewers if they have a problem with this?

5. The biggest insight here: there really wasn’t any communication between the writers of UAF...and what’s more, Dwayne McDuffie didn’t bother tightening up the scripts enough to make them consistent, nor apparently did he tell any of the writers crucial information they probably ought to know when writing their episodes. Why was Charmcaster’s behavior so different in “Couples Retreat” compared to where “The Enemy of My Frenemy” left off? Because Thorne didn’t know about that episode. Why did Kevin suddenly act hypocritically scornful toward Charmcaster in “Couples Retreat” despite empathizing with her at the end of “The Enemy of My Frenemy”? Because Thorne didn’t know about that episode! Heck, it was clearly McDuffie who put in lines like “Charmcaster killed us” in the final script, since that little detail took Thorne completely by surprise when “The Enemy of My Frenemy” aired. I hate to speak ill of the dead, but Dwayne McDuffie SUCKED when it came to this franchise!

Thorne then talks of rude fan harassments he got afterward, and on this count I’m actually siding with him because that kind of crap is never acceptable. But then he gets to this, which he claims was an email response he gave to a certain belligerent fan before blocking them:

Oooooh, now he’s doing the number thing! Convenient!

1. Maybe not intentionally, but you certainly have been spreading several falsehoods.

Also, you actually used the “Internet Tough Guy” routine? Really?

2. Solid point, but I do question just how many kids were “amused and excited” by the stuff that UA, especially in its second season, did. I especially question how and why a creepy, dysfunctional, possibly ephebophilic relationship is supposed to “amuse and excite” children.

3. HIGHLY presumptuous. Not every show has the same effort put into it, and even on shows were effort is clearly being put into one or more department, other departments may suffer. Game of Thrones is one such example: the writers there admitted to not giving a crap. No matter how stellar the acting, music, design, effects, etc. were the whole way through, the writing suffered more and more and it ultimately decimated the positive view of the series.

4. OK, I will personally agree with that statement. Others, however, may not.

Case in point, this excerpt from the South Park episode “Free Hat”:

George Lucas: These are my movies. I made them, and I have the right to do whatever I want with them. Stan: You're wrong, Mr. Lucas. They're not your movies. They're ours. All of ours. We paid to go see them, and they're just as much a part of our lives as they are of yours. Kyle: When an artist creates, whatever they create belongs to society.

For the record, I believe there is truth to be found in both arguments. I think the ideal stance is somewhere in the middle, where creators are allowed to be held more accountable by the public for the things they put out but are also not controlled and told what to create by fans. Sadly, at the moment I have no idea how such a system that would enable this would work.

I post this last part because the replies it got from two Supercorp shippers are hilarious:

In one ear, out the other. I almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost.

But that does bring up a good final point: while the fictional nature of fictional characters should absolutely never be forgotten to the point where real people are being hurt (the Star Wars franchise has plenty of horror stories where that has happened) and it certainly sounds like there were some verifiable nuts who went after Thorne, there’s a difference between that kind of insane harassment and customers being able to use a platform to call out the creators when they feel like a huge disservice to characters who mean a lot to them has happened. Simply asking for some basic consistency and integrity to be maintained with fictional characters, or asking for creators to stop stringing fans of characters along with false promises like queerbaiting, is not unjustified. Again, I must bring up South Park here.

Kyle: I think... they are real. It's all real. Think about it. Haven't Luke Skywalker and Santa Claus affected your lives more than most real people in this room? I mean, whether Jesus is real or not, he... he's had a bigger impact on the world than any of us have. And the same could be said of Bugs Bunny and, a-and Superman and Harry Potter. They've changed my life, changed the way I act on the Earth. Doesn't that make them kind of "real”? They might be imaginary, but, but they're more important than most of us here. And they're all gonna be around long after we're dead. So in a way, those things are more realer than any of us.

Fictional characters matter to people in ways that are real. Fiction can change the world.

And I don’t believe asking that those characters be treated well is a crime of any sort.

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koganeirou · 6 years ago

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Ikemen Revolution - Lancelot’s Route

Aight I did a review with my awful commentary for Sirius; I might as well do one for Lancelot since I just finished his route. Unfortunately this ended up being WAYY longer than the one I did for Sirius so there’s gonna be a lot of walls of texts with just my awful commentary. Sorry! To anyone that actually gets through the massive walls of text, I respect you.

Somehow, Alice gets pawned off to a nameless no face body guard as she strolls around the streets because the Black Army guys are busy having a movie night or something. And you know what happens when your body guard is nameless and faceless. BASICALLY: it’s as if he doesn’t exist!

And what do you know, their lovely intimate getaway is interrupted by none other than Edgar, our favourite, friendly neighborhood kidnapper (of Lance’s route) who threatens to cut the poor chap into bits and pieces unless Alice comes with him.

Our snarky escort drags Alice by the hair as she kicks and screams brings her back to Red Army HQ where she meets Lancelot.

First (or second) meeting and they are clearly hitting it off great because the first thing Lance does is grab Alice and starts singing “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”.

But huh what does this remind me of.

Oh.

(He sees you when you’re sleeping; he knows when you’re awake). Totally not creepy!

Lancelot essentially puts Alice in total house arrest where she’s locked up in her bedroom that’s connected with his so he can watch her every move (◉◞౪◟◉｀) . He even flaunts his authority by pinning her on the bed and almost kissing her (too bad doing that is more likely gonna make me horny on main that scared but whatever).

But it’s all good because this door will later come into use in the route when Lance tries to lock Alice out of his room to mope alone but Alice just strolls in through his side door and goes like “’sup” and he’s like “fuck I forgot that door existed”.

HOLDS YOU....

Considering how the King, Queen and Jack are a triple combo of assholes, at least Zero is there to give our poor heroine some much needed comfort and friendship. I find it hilarious how Alice’s sad ass has been dumped into Red Army HQ by Edgar and Kyle and Zero are just like “oh yea just another Tuesday with Edgar, but hey, let’s be friends!”

Because Alice ranked up her social link with Zero and Kyle, she gets special privileges now: she is allowed to walk around the Red Army HQ now, because being cooped up in a bedroom 24/7 is just dreadful! (As if that’s not what I do everyday anyway!)

Unfortunately her new found happiness doesn’t last long because the SAME FACELESS NAMELESS BODY GUARD FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE ROUTE makes a reappearance-- he tries to rescue Alice... alone! 🤦

Since this poor chap is nameless and faceless and thus does not have any plot armor, his rescue plan fails miserably as he’s brought to kneel before King Lancelot. The man deadass shish kabobs the poor soldier as Alice screams in horror and shock as blood spews everyone. Later, Alice decides to go down into the basement dungeon to check for herself if the soldier is really dead.... and if he’s not well I guess she can just watch him bleed to death then. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She goes down just in time to see the soldier perfectly safe as Lancelot wipes his memory and sets him free. Huh maybe he’s not the Actual Worst after all. Somehow, Lancelot stabbed his hand instead of the soldier which I have NO IDEA how that’s supposed to work LOL!

The Black Army finally realize that letting a faceless nameless nobody protect Alice probably wasn’t the best idea and they demand that the Red Army return Alice to them or there will be consequences (◉◞౪◟◉｀). While the Red Army soldiers are totally ready for a head on confrontation so they can shish kabob some Black Army soldiers for reals, Alice decides that she can’t leave this sexy man aka Lancelot alone and chooses to stay.

Lancelot’s all like “why tf are you still here” when he realizes that Alice chose to stay, but decides not to think too hard about it and makes up some bullshit lie about how the Black Army surrendered Alice to them, which of course the nameless soldiers eat up blindly because it seems like nobody in this damn army aside from the main five can think for themselves へ‿(ツ)‿ㄏ

Alice continues leveling up her social links with all the pretty bois and so she pretty much goes from their prisoner to their ward. You go girl.

All the Red Army boys take a liking to Alice and they become the best of buds and it’s the sweetest thing ever! The only one left for Alice to rank up her social link with is Lancelot himself and so Alice starts cooking for Lancelot along with Jonah whos his number 1 fanboy lmao. Because clearly the way to win over an ice cold heartless king is through his stomach. Lancelot eventually begins to warm up to her and evolves from an asshole to a giant tsundere (ღ˘⌣˘ღ). And what do you know, her cooking for him actually had an effect because soon Lancelot realizes that he loves her.

My favourite part of this route was honestly the annual ball because the Red Army folks are all fancy pants. Since Lancelot is the sexiest man in the entire army, he has a line of women just itching to be his dance partner. Jonah, being Lance’s number 1 fanboy, can’t accept giving his King over to some sleazy tramp (pardon my language I’ve been playing too much Danganronpa Despair Girls), so he makes all the women line up for fucking interviews. 😂😂😂

Man and I thought Jumin was bad enough for making his marriage candidates hand in resumes.

Jonah reels Edgar and Alice into helping him conduct the interviews but in the end Edgar and Alice are just chilling in the back of the room while Jonah rips each and every woman a new one for the most trivial of reasons. NO WONDER NONE OF THE RED ARMY BOYS HAVE WIVES.

Pretty soon they end up in a pickle because Jonah ended up rejecting every single woman who showed up to the interview! This plays out exactly how any shoujo manga would and Alice ends up being appointed by Jonah as Lancelot’s dance partner. The dance actually turns out to be great and romantic and Lancelot is surprisingly gentlemanly despite spending the first quarter of his route being an insufferable jackass but hey, I guess that’s what love does!

Unfortunately, the magic cult goons sense the love in the air and decide it’s time to interfere because no one can be happy on their watch! While Alice and Zero are out strolling about, the magic cult goons crash the party and beat poor Zero to a bloody pulp and kidnap Alice. Alice is taken to Amon’s sex dungeon where the maniac reveals that Lancelot and him are in cahoots but Alice is all like “no way fam Lancelot has better tastes than this”. Thankfully Lancelot arrives just in time to rescue our princess and they book it out of the Magic Tower.

Meanwhile back HQ, Jonah wonders if the Black Army is responsible for attacking Zero but Edgar has his doubts. Oh well, Edgar’s doubts don’t flipping matter because ZERO’S FUCKING SQUAD GOES TO ATTACK THE BLACK ARMY ANYWAY WITHOUT ORDERS because they assume the Black Army is responsible with absolutely NO EVIDENCE! .+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ

WHAT THE HELL DOES NO ONE IN THIS FUCKING ARMY THINK FOR THEMSELVES?!?! WHAT’S UP WITH ALL DUMBASS SCENARIOS OF THESE SOLDIERS RUNNING ROGUE WITHOUT AUTHORITY. I think the whole “crimson glory” shtick is starting to get to the heads of these blood thirsty hooligans.

Lancelot hears the news and rushes out to the battle field to thwart Zero’s squad’s attack ONLY TO OFFICIALLY DECLARE WAR ON THE BLACK ARMY RIGHT AFTER (((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ))). All the Red Army leaders are like ??????????? while the nameless soldiers are busting a nut in anticipation and excitement.

Anyway Lancelot passes out due to using too much magic (again) and Kyle shits bricks (again) over his condition. After Lancelot awakens, Alice demands the truth from Lancelot and finally Lancelot spills his token tragic backstory to Alice, about how Amon is threatening the lives of his friends and soldiers unless Lancelot can absorb the Black Army into the Red.

Thankfully, Alice has a good head on her shoulders and realizes that Lancelot is going to use the war to distract Amon and then confront Amon alone to take him out. She freaks out because Lancelot really will fucking die this time (supposedly!) and tries to stop him but Lancelot locks her out of his bedroom so he can mope alone. Alice takes advantage of their rooms being connected and strolls in through their connecting door all like “ta-da, I’m here bitch” much to Lance’s chagrin.

She cries and begs him not to confront Amon alone because she doesn’t want him die. Clearly the emotional heartache and heartbreak that both parties are going through sets the atmosphere for sexy time and they end up spending the night going bow chicka wow wow instead of.... having a proper and long overdue conversation to resolve the issue at hand smh. The next day rolls around and LANCELOT ERASES HER MEMORIES OF HIM. щ(ಥДಥщ)

THIS FUCKER LITERALLY JUST SUCKED TITTY AND BOUNCED. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

The day of the war as well as the full moon arrives and Lancelot fetches Jonah to escort Alice to the gates of hell garden portal. They arrive early and Jonah decides to kill time by telling her of a ~romantic~ fairy tale about how a prince went deaf and mute but regained his voice and hearing after his lady gave him a white rose.

(*TEARS UP* I’m a basic bitch that likes cheesy flower language in her otomes okay don’t judge me.)

Clearly Lancelot sucks at casting magic spells because the moment Alice sees the white rose the amnesia spell on her breaks and she regains her memories of Lancelot (wow that was easy). She spills the beans about Amon and his weed stash to Jonah and Jonah decides to bring Alice to the magic tower because no one messes with his king! I really liked how Jonah was respectful of Alice’s thoughts and opinions and didn’t just shove her into the portal before looking for Lancelot on his own (SIRIUS TAKE NOTES).

Lancelot confronts Amon and tells him that he’s already killed all the lackies that had access to Amon’s weed stash-- all that’s left is to kill Amon himself! Well despite the heroic shounen declarations, it ends pretty miserably because Lancelot gets his ass handed to him by this sad sack and when Amon is about release the final spell to kill Lancelot, Alice bursts into the room like a badass............and takes the shot full on 🤦🤦.

She crumples to the ground and now Lancelot is real pissed but hey at least the rage numbed the pain of his wounds because he stands up and pretty much destroys Amon in less than a second LOL.

Lancelot brings Alice back to the HQ while Jonah goes to stop the war since Amon’s dead and OH BOY KYLE REALLY FLIPS HIS SHIT because both Alice and Lancelot are an absolute hot mess. But since Alice’s wounds were inflicted with magic, Lancelot decides to use his remaining magic to heal her. Kyle tries to stop him going like “you’re gonna die you dimwit!!! (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)” but Lance once again gives no fucks and is all like “I’m not gonna die! you’re here! :D” and proceeds to start healing Alice while Kyle rages in the background for the 20th time in the route.

Kyle @ everyone in this route.

Alice finally wakes up after a three day coma. Kyle’s fuse has been long overdue and it finally blows. He flips a table and rants about how much stress and heartache she and Lancelot both caused him. ((o(;△;)o))

NOOOOO I’M SO SORRY KYLE PLEASE DON’T CRY I LOVE YOU.

Alice leaves the room while Kyle just cries tears of joy because can finally catch a break (god damn this man deserves a raise and a vacation). Alice is greeted by the other Red Army bois who are ecstatic that she didn’t kick the bucket and it’s honestly the most sweetest and heart warming reunion ever ・゜・(ノД`).

HOLDS YOU ALL.................. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN START. I WILL DIE FOR YOU ALL.

Too bad Lancelot’s reaction to Alice’s awakening isn’t as great OTL.

Jonah brings Alice to see Lancelot (whos somehow alive) and he’s hella mad that Alice risked her life to protect him but Alice fires back that he tried to do the same and in the end they both get all mushy and make up.

BITCH THEN HOW ARE YOU ALIVE LMAO?? I don’t get this because it’s been stated over and over again that Lancelot will die if he uses up all his magic powers but clearly he’s alive and kicking! Did he survive through the power of love? WHO KNOWS LOL!

oof right in the feels.

Romantic Ending:

Alice continues cooking for Lancelot with Jonah (they’re so precious!). The Red Army boys tease Alice for her relationship with Lancelot; which Alice then realizes..... they’re not actually officially dating!

(CUE SIRIUS ROUTE FLASHBACKS COMING AT FULL SPEED).

THAT’S NOT A TRAIT TO BE PROUD OF LANCELOT.

I’m not the only one to freak out because so do all the Red Army boys!! They obviously can’t accept this so they arrange a date for Alice and Lancelot like the wingbros they are. Alice and Lancelot meet in the garden where they hug and confess their undying love for each other. ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

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Honestly I’m gonna admit, I think Lancelot got overshadowed by all the other Red Army boys in his own route.... mainly Jonah lmao. I like the dynamic between Lancelot and Alice at first but I wasn’t really feeling their relationship development towards the end and the suck titty and bounce stunt that Lancelot pulled really miffed me. Like I don’t mind sex scenes in a romance story but there’s a time and place for them you know? And when they’re randomly thrown in to substitute for actual communication it feels awkward. IDK maybe I’m just a prude who hates smut ROFL. Not to mention the amnesia shtick right after felt really trippy.

HOWEVER I did really like his romantic ending! It was well... really romantic lmao?? (what are words).

I loved the relationship between Alice and all the other boys! It was a joy to see her become incredibly close with all of them. I think you really see the best of each of the Red Army boys’ characters in Lancelot’s route as they all develop a friendship with Alice and grow to care for her. I wasn’t really a fan of the Red Army aside from Jonah at first but now I can say that I will die for them.

As for Lancelot himself, I’m honestly surprised as to how much I’ve grown to like him when I didn’t like him at all at first. I love the complexity of his character and his whole “I can just be an ordinary man” REALLY got to me ugh.

Anywayyy his route was good, but not the best imo. I liked it a lot more than Sirius’s but Jonah’s route is still easily the best route for me. I’m moving onto Fenrir’s route now! I just have his, Edgar and Ray’s left to do.

#ellie plays ikerev terribly #ellie plays #ikemen revolution #lancelot kingsley

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princesstadashi · 6 years ago

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Operation Santa Claus: A Christmas Big Hero 6 fic

Right before Christmas, Fred comes to the startling discovery that, thanks to a lot of hard work on Tadashi’s part, Hiro still believes in Santa Claus. With Tadashi gone, now it’s up to Fred and the rest of the team to preserve Hiro’s belief, and maybe, just maybe, along the way encounter a Christmas miracle that none of them ever expected.

(Fred/Tadashi, Fredashi; Honey Lemon/Gogo, Honeygogo mention)

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“Hey Hiro!” Fred says, coming up behind the young inventor in his lab at SFIT. “Watcha doing?”

Usually whenever Hiro was hard at work at his desk, he was tinkering with some invention or project, but oddly enough today he was hunched over a piece of paper, seeming deep in thought, and Fred couldn’t help but feel the need to investigate. Ever since his boyfriend, Tadashi, had died earlier on in the year in a tragic accident (well, the fire hadn’t exactly been an accident, but Tadashi’s death at least had not been an intentional result of it) Fred had been making a point of keeping an eye out on his late lover’s little brother.

After the fire had happened, Hiro had been in a really dark place (everyone who had been close to Tadashi had been, really), and while he was doing a lot better now, Fred was doing everything that he could to make sure that Hiro didn’t slide back into the depression that he’d been lost in for so long. Especially with Christmas coming up--the first Christmas the Hiro would be spending without his beloved elder sibling--Fred was keeping an even closer eye on him than before. And seeing the usually constantly-moving teen sitting so quietly with such a pensive look on his face was raising some red flags.

“Oh, hey, Fred!” Hiro looks slightly startled but not displeased as he turns to see the other man standing behind him. “Is everything okay?”

“I was actually about to ask you the same thing, amigo,” Fred answers, coming over to the desk and glancing down at the paper lying on it. “What have you got there?”

“Hey, no peeking!” Hiro cries, quickly flipping the paper over and looking just the tiniest bit defensive.

“Sorry, sorry!” Fred apologizes, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Didn’t mean to spy on you or anything! Those plans for a secret project?”

“Not exactly…” Hiro mumbles, his cheeks turning slightly red. “It’s just… This sort of thing is supposed to be private, y’know? At least that’s what Tadashi always said… He’d never let me see his, he said that no one is supposed to see the letter but the person you’re sending it to.”

“...Wait... Hiro, are you writing a love letter?” Fred asks, his thoughts racing. Oh gosh, did Hiro have a crush on someone? That would be incredibly adorable! But at the same time it was also terrifying! Hiro was only fourteen--he’d probably been maybe eleven or twelve during the grade in high school when they had sex education. Had he even been allowed to be in the classroom for that lesson? And if not, had anyone given Hiro the talk? If not, was he, Fred, morally obligated to make sure that his young friend was educated about the things that could happen when you were dating someone? The answer was probably yes. Oh man, he was not prepared to give Hiro the talk! Tadashi was supposed to be the one doing this, not him! But there wasn’t really any other option--

“A love letter? Fred, are you crazy? Of course it’s not a love letter!” Hiro cries, looking thoroughly disgusted. “Why the hell would you even think that?”

Well, apparently Fred was, at least for the moment, off the hook, and he breathes a deep sigh of relief.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking!” Fred quickly answers, glad for the timely save. Still, now his curiosity about who the letter was actually for had been piqued and he was determined to find out.

“So, who are you writing to?” he asks, leaning against the desk and getting comfortable, trying to ignore the ache in his heart as he brain helpfully points out how many times he’d been in a similar position with Tadashi.

Part of him expected Hiro to give him a fight about telling him who he was writing to, and Fred was fully prepared to playfully cajole his young friend until he got an answer out of him. The last thing he expected was Hiro to look up at him and answer in the sincerest, most candid voice, as if it should have been perfectly obvious,

“It’s Christmas, isn’t it? I’m writing to Santa.”

“You’re… What?” Fred blinks in surprise. Surely he’d heard that wrong. There was no way that Hiro could have said--

“I’m writing my Christmas letter to Santa,” Hiro repeats, shrugging slightly and looking slightly embarrassed. “I know, I know. It probably seems really stupid and selfish to be writing a Christmas list to Santa this year. I almost didn’t want to. But then I remembered how Tadashi always made sure that I wrote a letter every year, and I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I thought I should go ahead and write it now so Santa has time to get it. I… I know that he probably already knows, but I wanted to make sure that if nothing else he knows why Tadashi… Why Tadashi couldn’t write him a letter this year... I don’t want Santa to think that Tadashi forgot about him or stopped believing in him! Tadashi would never do that!”

Fred feels his mouth gaping open, unable to fully process what he was hearing. Hiro was fourteen years old and far more jaded than even a lot of other teens his age. Plus he was someone who firmly relied on facts and science, someone who would endlessly question something until he got conclusive proof. There was no way that he could really-- He couldn’t actually believe that Santa was-- That Santa was real, right?

“H-Hiro…” Fred starts to stammer out. “Y-You know that Santa… That he’s not--”

“That he’s not what?” Hiro answers, a disarmingly innocent and trusting look on his face that Fred had only ever seen there whenever Hiro was listening to or talking about Tadashi. And Fred felt his heart breaking, because there was no way that he could shatter this illusion for Hiro. He wasn’t sure if Hiro actually believed in Santa, or if this was just something that had been a tradition for the two Hamada brothers that Hiro was still clinging onto (in spite of what logic said) as a last vestige of something that he’d shared with his elder sibling. Whatever the case, Santa was very clearly a major part of the magic of the holiday season for Hiro. And Fred wasn’t about to take that away from him.

“Um, what I was trying to say…” Fred mumbles, trying to think of a way to save this as Hiro’s eyes (usually so full of cynicism and distrust but at the moment oddly soft in an almost childlike way) bore into his rather guilty feeling soul.

“I was just trying to say that Santa’s not going to think that Tadashi forgot about him!” Fred finally manages to blurt out. “O-Of course he won’t, so don’t you even worry about that for a second!”

“Oh! I’m glad to hear that you think so!” Hiro gives him a relieved looking grin. “Still… I think I’ll keep it in the letter, just to be safe…”

“S-Sure, you do that!” Fred agrees before a sudden feeling of dread washes over him as another realization hits him. Tadashi--Tadashi was clearly the reason that Hiro so firmly believed in Santa (if he did actually believe in him, which the evidence did seem to be pointing towards.) For someone as disillusioned with the world as Hiro, there must have been a lot of proof of Santa’s existence being presented to him in order to keep him believing. And Fred had a sinking feeling that he knew exactly who had been “finding” (and quite possibly outright manufacturing) said evidence.

“H-How exactly do you know that Santa’s been to your house on Christmas?” Fred slowly asks.

“Because every year on Christmas he always arrived the same way. Dashi and I would be in our room reading ‘The Night Before Christmas’ and then we’d hear reindeer hooves on the roof,” Hiro answers, his eyes lighting up. “Tadashi always said it would be rude to go down while Santa was putting out the toys, but after about ten minutes Dashi would finally let us go downstairs and the presents would be under the tree and the cookies would be gone and there’d be a note from Santa thanking us for the cookies. And every year there was always everything on my Christmas list, no matter how weird or obscure--one year I asked for pizza flavor gummy bears just to test him, and there was a whole bag of them! And I always made sure that no one ever saw my list, not even Dashi, so how could it be anyone but Santa?”

“I-I guess that makes sense…” Fred slowly agrees.

“Why? Doesn’t Santa come to your house too?” Hiro asks with a small frown.

“Oh, yeah, totally!” Fred quickly stammers out. “I was just-- I was wanting to compare evidence, is all!”

“Oh. Okay. Cool.” Hiro nods before glancing back down at his list. “So, um…”

“Oh, right!” Fred cries. “Sorry, I’ll, um… I’ll just leave you in peace to keep writing your list! J-Just hit me up if you want to hang out later or something, okay?”

“Sounds good! Thanks, Fred!” Hiro beams at him as the fanboy slowly backs his way out of the office. Fred keeps a smile plastered on his face until he carefully closes the door behind him. And then he takes off running like his life depended on it, because if he was going to make sure that Hiro’s first Christmas without Tadashi wasn’t going to be any more life-shattering than it already probably was going to be, he was going to need a lot of help.

“Guys! Guys! We have a major situation!” Fred cries as he bursts into Honey Lemon’s office where the rest of their friends were all hanging out.

“What is it?” Honey Lemon asks, looking startled as she glances up from her experiment. “Is something wrong?”

“Is there another villain attacking the city?” Gogo asks, dropping her screwdriver and standing up.

“No, it’s nothing like that!” Fred answers, panting and slightly out of breath from his sprint (whew, he definitely needed to exercise more…)

“What is it, then?” Gogo demands as Fred tries to regain the use of his voice. “This better not be one of your stupid pranks because I was right in the middle of--”

“Hiro still believes in Santa!”

“He… What?” Wasabi, who was helping Honey Lemon with her project, blinks rapidly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You can’t be serious.” Gogo crosses her arms over her chest. “Have you met Hiro? There’s no way that he believes in Santa, especially not at his age! Are you sure he wasn’t just pranking you?”

“No, that’s what I thought at first too!” Fred answers. “But he’s completely serious! Apparently Tadashi went to a lot of trouble every year to make sure that Hiro kept believing that Santa is real, and this year he’s not going to be there to do it, and Hiro’s going to be heartbroken if he finds out that Santa isn’t real on his first Christmas without Tadashi! We’ve got to do something about this!”

The others are all silent for a full minute, apparently trying to absorb this new information.

“Okay, so allowing for the possibility that maybe Hiro actually thinks that Santa is real,” Gogo finally says with a frown. “Don’t you think that maybe it’s better for Hiro to learn the truth? He’s got to find out at some point, and maybe it would be best to let him down gently.”

“I would agree that long term that would probably be for the best,” Fred agrees. “But he’s already going to be really emotionally fragile this Christmas without having Tadashi there. You should have seen him writing his letter to Santa, he told me that he was writing to tell him what happened to Tadashi so that Santa wouldn’t think that Tadashi had forgotten him! It would completely crush his spirit to find out that Santa isn’t real this year of all years! Are you guys really okay with that happening?”

“...I don’t know…” Wasabi says uncertainly. “I’d hate for Hiro to have a rough Christmas… But at the same time, Gogo does have a point, he does have to learn the truth at some point…”

“Are you guys really that heartless?” Fred cries. “Don’t you remember how you felt when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?”

“My parents never let us believe in Santa--we were lucky if we even got Christmas presents,” Gogo answers dryly.

“That explains so much... “ Fred quietly mutters.

“What did you just say?” Gogo glares suspiciously at him.

“Nothing!” Fred quickly covers before turning to Wasabi. “What about you?”

“...I think I kind of figured it out for myself when I was six,” Wasabi answers with a shrug. “My parents talked about Santa but eventually my friends stopped believing in Santa so I did too and my parents just kind of let it go.”

“But didn’t that hurt? Letting go of that?” Fred presses.

“Not really? I mean, it’s not like Santa was a huge part of my childhood.”

“Okay, I swear, you guys have no Christmas spirit!” Fred cries before turning to Honey Lemon. “Honey, come on, back me up here! Surely you must have believed in Santa at some point!”

“At some point? I still do!” Honey Lemon answers, a determined smile making its way onto her face. “He just needs a little help sometimes, and I’m totally with you on helping out Hiro, Freddy!”

So that wasn’t exactly the response that Fred had been expecting, but hey, any support that he could get right now he was going to take.

“Okay, so Honey Lemon’s with me!” Fred says, trying to capitalize on his one success. “Come on, guys! I know you might have your doubts about Santa and all of this, but please--you know how freaking amazing Tadashi was and how he never would have done anything that he didn’t think was safe and healthy for Hiro. At least for this year, can’t we trust that he knew what he was doing and carry this on in his place?”

“...All right, fine,” Wasabi sighs in defeat after a moment of silence. “I guess if it’s what Tadashi would have wanted…”

“Thank you!” Fred grins before turning to Gogo. “Gogo? C’mon. Don’t be the only Grinch here!”

“The Grinch is literally the only realistic Christmas character!” Gogo fires back, but Fred could see her resolve starting to slip.

“Gogo. Come on. Please? Please? Please, please, please please, please, plea--”

“Oh, will you just shut the fuck up already?” Gogo snarls. “Why do you have to be so annoying?”

“If I shut up will you agree to help?” Fred bargains.

“Gogo, come on! It’ll be fun, and it’s for a good cause!” Honey Lemon says, coming over to put her hands on her girlfriend’s shoulders.

“...All right, fine, I’ll help!” Gogo groans, and Fred grins victoriously--he should have known that Gogo wouldn’t be able to resist Honey Lemon.

“Yes!” Fred cheers. “Okay, Operation Santa Claus is a go!”

“Do we really need a mission name for this?” Gogo sighs.

“Of course we do!”

“Fine, whatever! But what exactly are you expecting us to do?”

“That--is a very good question that I am going to be very quickly coming up with an answer to!”

The plan, as it turned out, was slightly convoluted, but Fred had a good feeling that it was going to work. He had to enlist Aunt Cass to get her permission to set it into motion, but apparently she’d been well aware of what Tadashi had done every Christmas Eve because she was more than happy to enlist the help of the teens to help make sure the Christmas magic stayed alive for Hiro for at least one more year. It was actually thanks to her help that Hiro’s Christmas list secretly made its way from the mailman (it was a close call, Hiro always purposely gave his Santa letter to the mailman personally to ensure that no one else saw it, and Aunt Cass had had to practically ambush the postman halfway down the street--fortunately he was used to Tadashi doing this every year and, while a bit startled, was glad to help out) and into Fred’s hands.

When Fred opened the letter in the privacy of his own room, he was more than prepared to find absolutely everything on the list for Hiro, no matter how hard he had to work to track it down. What he read, however, he was completely unprepared for.

Dear Santa,

It’s me, Hiro. First of all, I wanted to say sorry again for the whole bot fighting thing. I know that Tadashi told me it was okay to send you a letter back in August apologizing so you’d know about it before Christmas, but I still wanted to apologize and hope that the fact that I’ve haven’t gone to a bot fight in months and that I’m working really hard in school makes up for it.

Um… I’m not really sure how to tell you this, and I know you already probably know but I wanted to tell you personally. Tadashi… Tadashi died this year. He died trying to save someone he thought was innocent and in trouble. Which is why he can’t send you a letter himself this year. I just wanted to make sure that you knew that so you wouldn’t think that he stopped believing in you or anything. And I hope that maybe you can find it in your heart to keep him in a permanent place of honor on the good list because he is the best person to have ever walked on this planet and if anyone deserves it, he does.

Now I know you’re probably still waiting to hear what I want for Christmas. And I know some years I’ve asked for some pretty crazy things, and you’ve always delivered. Santa… I know it’s probably impossible, but I don’t know who else to ask since no one else seems to be listening. I won’t ask for anything else but this one thing. I will gladly trade ever getting any presents from you again in the future if you can somehow, some way, grant my wish. If there’s any way that you can… Could you please, please somehow give me Tadashi back for Christmas? I mean, you’re a saint, right? Saint Nicholas? So maybe you have some kind of pull with whoever’s in charge of that sort of thing?

I know. I know that it’s a really long shot. But I thought I’d just ask anyways because I have nothing else to lose. If nothing else… If there’s any way that you can, could you please find some way to tell Tadashi that I love him and that I miss him, and that even if it’s a long time before I see him again that I’m going to be okay? Thank you. I would really appreciate that.

Yours Sincerely (and Hopefully),

Hiro Hamada

Fred has to put the letter down to avoid the tears rolling down his cheeks from splashing onto the paper. Why? Why had Tadashi of all people had to have been taken away when so many people loved and needed him still? Didn’t whoever was in charge of the universe see just how cruel and unfair that was?

Still. Fred had been through this argument in his head too many times to count, and sitting here crying over Hiro’s letter wasn’t going to make a difference any more than the other times that he’d cried over Tadashi since the fire. Roughly wiping his tears away, he stands up and grabs his coat, his resolve stiffening. Even if he couldn’t get Tadashi back for Hiro, he was going to make sure that Hiro woke up on Christmas morning to the best damn presents that he’d ever gotten. Fred knew that it would in no way make up for the loss that Hiro was facing and that would probably only been multiplied tenfold by the arrival of Christmas morning without his older brother by his side. But it was something small that Fred could do to try to bring some sort of happiness to the holiday for Hiro, and he was going to do it to the damndest of his abilities.

“Fred? What are you doing here? ...And why do you have a suitcase with you?”

Right on schedule, at 5:00 pm on Christmas Eve, Fred was planted on the Hamada’s front door steps. The rest of the team would arrive later to do their parts, but for now Fred was going to get the plan rolling.

“Hey, Hiro!” Fred waves, doing his best to look slightly embarrassed to really sell this. “I kind of um… Well I came over on the chance that maybe you’d be willing to help me out?”

“Help you out?” Hiro repeats. “Is everything okay?”

“Sort of… Well, not really. My parents decided last minute that they were going out of town for Christmas and they’re leaving me all alone at the house since the staff are all going home to their families for the holiday… I really didn’t want to be alone on Christmas so I was wondering if maybe… Maybe you guys would be willing to let me crash at your place? O-Only if it’s not a bother to you!”

“Your parents are leaving you alone? On Christmas?!” Hiro cries, looking a mixture of horrified and slightly enraged.

“Pretty much…” Fred answers, rubbing the back of his neck. The sad thing was, Fred wasn’t lying about being left home alone on Christmas. His dad he could understand--his dad was (secretly) an international superhero and had confided to him that he was in a very delicate stage of helping a guy that he’d rescued from some accident a few months ago and patched up in his secret super base to recover in time to get home to his own family for Christmas. His dad had promised to be home for Christmas night after returning the poor guy to his family in order to spend Christmas with his own son, and Fred was more than happy to give up a bit of time with his dad in order for someone else to be able to be back with their own family, and this worked perfectly with the plans he’d made with Aunt Cass to help Hiro have at least one more magical, Santa-filled Christmas.

His mom, on the other hand… As usual, she was just off on some fancy vacation in Europe--or maybe it was Hawaii? Fred couldn’t really be bothered to keep track of where she was at this point. She’d long since made it clear that she didn’t give a flying fuck about her son, and so Fred did his best to tell himself that he gave zero fucks about her either. It wasn’t exactly true, but he was trying to believe it, anyways. He was incredibly grateful that Aunt Cass had told him that, even if it hadn’t been for Operation Santa Claus, she would have been glad to have him stay with the family anyways. Fred didn’t know if she suspected the fact that he and Tadashi had been dating (the two had never really had the chance to go public before the fire and the only person he’d ever confessed the fact to was Hiro), but it was still nice to know that she considered him a part of the family, even if she didn’t know the full truth.

“Oh my gosh…” Hiro breathes, shaking his head, before swinging the door further open. “Shit, yeah, come right in! L-Let me just go check with Aunt Cass to make sure that she’s okay with it, but as far as I’m concerned you’re more than welcome to stay with us for the holidays--and as long as you need to, even after that!”

“Thanks, Hiro, you’re the best,” Fred says with a grateful smile.

“Hey, of course!” Hiro gently nudges Fred’s arm. “Anything to help out a friend.”

Fred breathes a sigh of relief as Hiro heads down the stairs to the Cafe to talk to Aunt Cass--thank goodness, he’d managed to plant himself, and Hiro didn’t suspect a thing! Now as long as the rest of the night went just as smoothly, they might actually be able to pull this off! But in the meantime…

Casting a wary glance down the stairs, Fred quickly unzips his suitcase and starts emptying out the wrapped presents for Hiro, moving them into the designated linen cabinet that Aunt Cass had cleared out for him to hide the packages in so that Honey Lemon and Wasabi could sneak in later to hide them under the tree after “Santa” arrived.

He was just finishing up when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Panicking slightly, he shoves the last present in with a little more force than was strictly speaking necessary and shuts the door behind him.

“Hey, so I just talked to Aunt Cass and she said that it’s totally fine for you to stay here!” Hiro says as he comes running back up the stairs, a grin on his face. “Come on, you can stay upstairs with me!”

“Thank you, I really, really appreciate this!” Fred tells him, trying to hide the fact that he was slightly out of breath as he follows Hiro up the stairs, dragging his now considerably lighter suitcase behind him.

“Fred, you’re family,” Hiro answers firmly as they reach the top of the stairs. “There’s no way that I’m letting you be alone on Christmas! Besides… I-I think Tadashi would like to know that we’re spending Christmas together this year. Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Fred agrees, trying to fight down the lump that had risen in his throat. “I-I think so too…”

Hiro nods in response, just standing there for a moment with his shoulders slumped and looking so small and incredibly lost that it was all Fred could do not to just pull him into a tight hug and tell him that everything was somehow going to be okay, as much as this holiday was going to hurt for both of them. But before he could give into the impulse, Hiro jerks upright, his eyes going wide as he cries out, “Oh my gosh! I just realized-- If you’re not at your house, how is Santa going to know where to bring your gifts?”

“It’s not a problem, amigo,” Fred hurries to reassures him. “We have a tree at home, and I’m sure that Santa will leave the presents there for me so I can open them whenever I get back home!”

“Well that royally sucks.” Hiro frowns. “Maybe Santa will realize that you’re staying with us and bring them here instead…”

“Oh, no, um, I think my dad’s going to try to be home late Christmas night so it’s okay for Santa to leave them at my house so I can open them with him when he gets home!” Fred quickly answers. Shit, he couldn’t have Hiro wondering why his presents weren’t under the tree on Christmas morning!

“That works, I guess,” Hiro agrees with a slow nod, seeming pacified by that answer. “Well, you can at least you can still celebrate Christmas morning with us!”

“Exactly!” Fred agrees before asking, “So, were you in the middle of anything when I showed up? I know that I kind of came here totally unannounced…”

“I was actually just decorating the cookies for Santa!” Hiro answers with a grin. “Do you want to help me?”

“Heck yeah, I’d love to, little dude!” Fred grins back at him.

“Awesome! Let’s go, then!” Hiro turns to head back down the stairs and, content that the plan was progressing as smoothly as it could for the moment, Fred follows after him, praying that somehow he’d actually manage to pull this all off.

The rest of the evening was spent in a rather peaceful manner--or as peaceful as it could get for Fred, who was silently starting to panic over just how many things could go wrong tonight. Still, Hiro seems blissfully unaware of his silent turmoil as they finish decorating the cookies and then spend the rest of the evening watching cheesy holiday movies with Aunt Cass once she’s come up to join them after closing the cafe early for the holidays. It was around ten o’clock that Aunt Cass announces that it was bedtime, giving Fred a meaningful look as she reminds the two boys that Santa wouldn’t come until everyone was safely tucked up in their beds.

“Right!” Hiro agrees, eagerly bouncing out of his chair. “C’mon, Fred! Let’s go get ready for bed so Santa can come!”

“Right behind you!” Fred answers, nodding quickly to Aunt Cass before following Hiro up the stairs.

The two boys take turns in the bathroom changing into their pajamas and getting ready for bed. Fred went after Hiro, and when he exits the bathroom, he finds Hiro standing in the middle of the bedroom, shuffling his feet a bit awkwardly and holding a children’s storybook in his hands.

“Um… Fred?” he says quietly. “I-I know it might be a bit weird, but Tadashi would always read this with me every Christmas Eve… D-Do you think that maybe you…?”

“Hiro, I would be honored,” Fred reassures him, secretly relieved--since Hiro was asking, he wouldn’t have to find some way to bring this up himself! He knew that Hiro had said that the story was an important part of the brothers’ Santa tradition, and he was glad that Hiro felt comfortable enough with him to ask him to read it in Tadashi’s stead.

The two boys take a few minutes to construct a very basic pillow fort (apparently this was a part of the Hamada bros’ Christmas tradition as well), and then while Hiro was getting settled in Fred covertly gets his phone ready to secretly send the text to alert Gogo, who was currently waiting on the roof to make the tell-tale reindeer hoof sounds, when the time was right to start the next phase of Operation Santa Claus.

“You ready to start?” Fred asks once Hiro seemed comfortable, almost holding his breath as he prepares to open the book.

“Yeah. I think I am,” Hiro answers, and for just a moment Fred thought he saw the tiniest hint of something that oddly enough looked like fear in his eyes. But a smile quickly replaces any sign of concern and Fred, deciding that he’d imagined it, turns to the first page and begins to read.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”

Just before he reached the line about “there arose such a clatter”, Fred sent off the text to Gogo to let her know that it was time to start, so just as he started to read it the sound of what to the unknowing ear would certainly sound like reindeer hooves started coming from the roof above them.

“Whoa!” Hiro gasps, eyes going wide as he glances upwards. “N-No way!”

“It sounds like Santa’s arrived!” Fred says with a grin, getting caught up in the moment and for just a moment almost forgetting that it was actually Gogo up there and not Santa’s team.

“Y-Yeah, sounds like it!” Hiro agrees, his eyes shining as he grins back up at him.

“C’mon, let’s finish the story--we’ve gotta follow Tadashi’s rule and not disturb Santa while he’s working, right?” Fred says, gesturing to the book.

“Definitely!” Hiro agrees, to Fred’s surprise but not at all displeasure actually snuggling up against his side. Beaming, Fred wraps an arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulling him close as he reads.

It had been exactly ten minutes since the arrival of “Santa” (plenty of time for Santa’s helpers downstairs to have put out the presents and made themselves scarce) and it was all going beautifully as, after the last clopping of reindeer hooves on the rooftop faded away (this time in “takeoff”), Fred had finally agreed with Hiro that it was safe for them to head downstairs to take a look at the tree. But just as they reached the bedroom door, Fred heard the sound of something slipping down the rooftop, followed by some rather choice-sounding oaths that were most definitely not being made by jolly old Saint Nick, and finally a loud cry and a crunching sound.

“What the hell?” Hiro cries, turning back around. “What was that?”

“I-I’m sure it was nothing!” Fred quickly tries to turn him back towards the stairs. “Come on, let’s go downstairs to see--”

But Hiro was too fast for him, and he slips under his arms, racing over to the door that led onto the outdoor patio garden, gaping as he looks up to see--

“G-Gogo? What are you doing hanging from my roof?” Hiro stammers as he stares up at Gogo, who was hanging from the gutter bordering the roof with both hands.

“Uh, hey, Hiro,” Gogo says with a slightly guilty smile. “I was just--y’know, out for an evening patrol and thought I’d stop by to say hi?”

“But you’re not wearing your superhero suit,” Hiro says suspiciously, and Fred could clearly see the gears turning in the teen’s head.

“Hiro, I’m sure that there’s a perfectly good explanation for this--” Fred quickly tries to divert his attention, but before he could say anything more Hiro turns and races back into the house and down the stairs.

“Hiro, no, wait!” Fred cries, chasing after him.

“It’s fine, I’ll just figure out how to get down myself, thanks!” he hears Gogo calling after him, but he couldn’t turn around to help her. He had to head Hiro off. If the others hadn’t actually left yet--!

By the time he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he realizes with a sinking heart that the damage had already been done. Honey Lemon and Wasabi were standing half in and half out of the door, seeming frozen as Hiro stares them down, his mouth hanging open in silent shock.

“I-I can’t believe this…” Hiro was the one to finally break the silence, shaking his head and, to Fred’s horror, tears seeming to be welling up in his eyes. “A-All of you… Y-You did this?��

“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” Fred whispers, slowly making his way towards Hiro and vaguely aware of Gogo arriving at the bottom of the stairs, apparently having managed to safely get the rest of the way down from the roof. “W-We just wanted to try to make sure that this Christmas was as close to the ones that you had with Tadashi as possible… We didn’t mean for you to find out that Santa doesn’t really exist this way…”

“Wait… What?” Hiro turns to him, eyes flashing with confusion. “What do you mean by tha-- Oh. Oh! Oh my gosh… Fred, d-did you think that I actually still believe in Santa?”

“...Wait, you mean that you don’t?” Fred cries, feeling like his entire world had been turned on its head for the second time in far too short a period of time.

“Of course not!” Hiro shakes his head. “I figured out that Santa isn’t real and that it was Tadashi behind all of this stuff when I was, like, eight! But Tadashi always went all out trying to make Santa real for me every year, so I just went along with it because it made him happy and it made the holidays more fun for both of us. I was keeping it up this year because it helped me feel close to him… I-I had no idea that you would take me seriously and try to do all of this yourselves! You seriously almost made me think that there were reindeer on the roof for a minute there because I didn’t know what else it could be without that robot Tadashi made to make the hoofbeat sounds on the roof in action!”

“...So you mean I risked my life going up on the roof to make stupid reindeer sounds for nothing?!” Gogo cries, glaring at Fred.

“Not for nothing!” Hiro quickly answers before Fred can try to come up with a response to that. “Definitely not for nothing. I-I was so afraid that this Christmas… That it was going to be so hard, not having Tadashi here with me to make everything as special and magical as it always was and to share everything with me… But now I can see that I was totally wrong about that. I have the best family of friends ever who are willing to literally risk their necks to make sure that I still had an amazing Christmas. And you have no idea how much that means to me…”

“Awww, Hiro!” Honey Lemon beams and goes over to pull him into a big bear hug, and somehow before he could even realize what was happening Fred found himself in the middle of a group hug centered around Hiro.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you guys…” Hiro murmurs with a somewhat wet sounding laugh.

“Well you don’t have to imagine that because you’re never going to have to be without us,” Fred reassures him, hugging him closer.

“Yeah, I know. And that’s pretty much the best Christmas present that I could ask for this year…” Hiro agrees, smiling up at him through the tears that were starting to leak out. Fred was starting to feel a little teary eyed himself, but if there was anything that this whole experience had taught him it was that, no matter how hard, with all of them together there wasn’t anything that they couldn’t face.

The others had already headed home to get some much needed shut-eye before celebrating the holiday with their own families in the morning and both Fred and Hiro were half-dozing sitting in front of the fireplace, silently enjoying the comfort of being in each others’ presence on their first Christmas Eve without Tadashi, when they were both startled awake by the sound of someone knocking on the front door.

“What the heck?” Fred mutters, turning towards the source of the noise. “Who on Earth would be knocking this late at night? Hiro, you and Aunt Cass didn’t invite anyone else over, did you?”

“No, definitely not,” Hiro answers with a concerned frown. “I guess maybe one of the neighbors saw Gogo up on the roof and came to investigate? Or… Oh jeez, hopefully they didn’t call the police thinking she was trying to break in or something…”

“Tell you what, you stay here and let me go answer it,” Fred says. “If it is the police I’ll explain what happened, and if we need Aunt Cass to corroborate the story you can run and get her.”

“Okay.” Hiro nods, seeming glad that he wouldn’t have to get up from his warm patch of floor. “Just shout if you need me, okay?”

“Okay,” Fred agrees, and, not wanting to keep whoever was at the door waiting, finally goes to answer it.

“Hello, can I help yo--” Fred starts to say as he cracks the door open, only for his voice to trail off completely as his eyes take in the man standing on the front stoop. No. No way. There was not possible way that this was real!

“Merry Christmas, Fred,” Tadashi says softly, and his voice was so sincere, his eyes so gentle and warm that it didn’t seem possible that he wasn’t real.

Still, Fred thinks, mentally shaking himself, the team had been burned before by villains trying to make fake copies of Tadashi to get to them. How was he supposed to believe that this was the real Tadashi? And, even it wasn’t a copy, what if it was some Christmastime phantom, like in the Charles Dicken’s story? The spirits had showed up for Scrooge on Christmas Eve, right? Could the same thing be happening here?

“Y-You… A-Are you a ghost?” Fred finally manages to get out--it was the first coherent sentence that would come out of his mouth.

“Hardly,” Tadashi chuckles warmly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Are you sure?” Fred asks--he knew that it was a stupid question, but it’s the only thing he could think of to say.

“Pretty sure,” Tadashi answers with a lopsided grin. “But if you’d like to test that theory…”

And before Fred could even realize what was happening, Tadashi was wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him into an open mouthed kiss, and all of Fred’s worries were instantly swept away as he melts into it. With as closely as he and Tadashi had kept their secret, there was no way that anyone could have made a copy that knew about the two of them being in love. And this kiss was kriffing real as rain--no fake or ghost could kiss as good as the real Tadashi.

“Fred? Fred, what’s going on?” Fred could distantly hear Hiro’s worried voice calling from behind him, but he was way too far gone to be able to form a coherent answer. He would have gone on kissing Tadashi all night if he’d been able to have his way, but unfortunately for him Tadashi had other plans, and he gently pulls away from Fred, despite Fred’s soft whimper of protest.

“Don’t worry,” Tadashi gently whispers in his ear. “We’ll have plenty of time to finish this later.”

“‘Kay,” Fred breathes--as long as he had the promise of being able to pick this kiss back up, he could be unselfish for a bit.

Knowing that Hiro couldn’t see Tadashi and was probably very concerned about what was taking him so long, Fred pushes the door further open to allow Tadashi inside.

“D-Dashi?” Hiro whispers, eyes going wide as he takes in the sight of his older brother for the first time. “W-What-- H-How-- Y-You’re dead! You can’t be here!”

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m not dead,” Tadashi answers with a grin, walking over to Hiro and scooping him up into a tight hug.

“B-But how are you here? I-It’s not possible…” Hiro seemed to be trying to resist, but he was quickly losing the battle of melting into his elder sibling’s embrace.

“Let’s just say that Santa’s been spending the last couple months fixing me up in his workshop and he’s been working really hard to get me home in time for Christmas,” Tadashi answers, gently ruffling Hiro’s hair. “You didn’t think that Santa would let you down this year, did you? Hasn’t he always gotten you everything that you asked for?”

“...That is easily the most bs thing you have ever said to me…” Hiro says, shaking his head and burying his face into Tadashi’s chest, visibly trembling as he pulls his brother closer.

“Hey, swear jar!” Tadashi lightly scolds his younger brother without any real anger, arms tightening around him. “I know it’s Christmas Eve, but it’s not too late for Santa to bring you coal, y’know?”

“Shut up about Santa already!” Hiro’s hands curl even tighter into the coat that Tadashi was wearing. “H-How do I know that it’s really you? H-How do I know that you’re not another fake?”

“Oh, otouto…” One of Tadashi’s hands starts automatically stroking the younger boy’s hair, the other rubbing gentle circles on his back. “I heard about those… I’m so, so sorry that someone tried to use something that looked like me to hurt you… But I swear, it really is me…”

“Prove it!” Hiro cries, starting to pull away, tears rolling down his cheeks and suspicion flashing in his eyes. “T-Tell me how you’re actually here!”

“I-I want to, Hiro,” Tadashi answers, a guilty look crossing his face. “But the person who patched me up pretty much swore me to secrecy because no one’s really supposed to know that he’s still active as a hero… It’s for his safety as well as ours. I-Is there anything else that I can do to prove it to you?

A retired hero? Fred wonders. What retired hero would have been in town during the time of the Expo fire and could have somehow saved Tadashi?

And then he remembers what his dad had said about the guy who had been recovering in his lab and who he’d been trying to get home in time for Christmas. No way. No freaking way. Had his dad actually--?

“Hiro,” Fred says softly. “I-I think I may know who it was who saved Tadashi…”

“You do?” Hiro stares up at him in disbelief before demanding, “If you know who it was, then tell me!”

“I-I can’t do that, Hiro,” Fred sighs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry… I-I think maybe it’s best to just go with saying that it was Santa after all.”

“But how do we know for sure that this is really Tadashi?” Hiro growls, growing more agitated by the minute and tears starting to fill his eyes. And who could blame him? He’d had his heart broken so many times that the idea of losing another Tadashi was probably about to send him right over the edge.

“Hiro… He, um…. He kind of kissed me when I answered the door?” Fred answers quietly, his cheeks burning. “And no one but you and me know about the fact that Tadashi and I were--I mean are dating? None of those copies have ever known about that, right?”

“T-That is true…” Hiro agrees slowly, looking back up at Tadashi with some degree of hope returning to his eyes. “I-I don’t think that anyone else has figured that out before…”

“Wait, told him we were dating?” Tadashi squawks, looking over at Fred in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to out you but I thought you were dead!” Fred cries. “Do you know what it was like having to act like I wasn’t dying inside from losing the love of my life?!”

“...F-Fred…” Tadashi gasps softly, his eyes going wide. “You… I-I’m the love of your life?”

“Of course you are,” Fred answers, shaking his head and trying to hold back tears of his own. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with!”

“Oh my gosh…” Tadashi breathes before learning over towards Fred, and without even thinking about the consequences Fred starts to lean in too, his eyes sliding shut--

“Okay, ew, gross, no, no kissing over me!” Hiro cries, startling the two of them apart. “I get it, obviously Fred trusts you! And… That’s pretty good evidence since Tadashi actually knows that the two of you were dating… But… I still need just a bit more proof to make sure… I’ve seen some really, really convincing fakes before, okay?”

“What do I need to do or say for you to trust me, otouto?” Tadashi asks softly. “I’ll do anything for you to be able to accept that I’m actually here with you. I don’t want to see you having to live with the pain of losing me any longer…”

Hiro’s face scrunches up with concentration and then finally he answers, “...Tell me something that only you and I would know. Something that no one--not any of our friends, not Fred, not Aunt Cass, not even something that could have been recorded by Baymax--would have been able to find out.”

A look of relief crosses Tadashi’s face. “That, I can do,” he says gently before leaning in and whispering something in Hiro’s ear so softly that even Fred, as close as he was sitting to them, couldn’t hear it.

When Tadashi pulls away, Hiro was silent for a full minute, seeming to be processing whatever Tadashi had just said. And then a grin crosses his face and he wraps his arms tightly around Tadashi and burying his face into his chest. “I-It really is you, Dashi…”

“It is, Hiro.” A relieved grin crosses Tadashi’s face as he pulls Hiro closer. “It really, truly is.”

“Oh my gosh… Oh my gosh, Dashi, you’re here,” Hiro whispers, his voice cracking in a way that made Fred’s heart ache for him. But he knew that Tadashi’s hugs were the best cure for what Hiro was experiencing right now, and so he sits silently to let the brothers work everything out in the way that they needed to right now.

“I’ve missed you so, so much,” he hears Hiro murmuring into Tadashi’s chest as the two siblings hold each other. “I’ve missed you every single day that you’ve been gone…”

“I know,” Tadashi answers, gently stroking Hiro’s hair. “I’ve missed you so much too… I would have come back sooner but apparently I was in a coma for a good month or two, and I just barely finally got to the point where it was safe for me to travel home tonight…”

“Y-You were in a coma?” Hiro gasps, and Fred couldn’t help but feel his own heart clench at that.

“Partially medically induced while I was healing,” Tadashi answers quietly. “Apparently I got myself burned up pretty badly, I still don’t know how ‘Santa’ got me patched up as well as he did…”

He hangs his head as he adds so softly that Fred could barely hear him, “I-I’m still so, so sorry for what happened… So sorry to both of you.” He looks up at Fred, guilt written clearly across his face. “I-I don’t blame either of you if you don’t forgive me for what I did…”

“Sorry for what, Dashi?” Hiro asks. “You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I was stupid enough to run into that fire when there was no way that I could have actually saved anyone!” Tadashi answers, shaking his head. “And with everything I put all of you through thanks to me trying to be a hero…”

“Oh, Dashi, no!” Fred wraps his arms around Tadashi, pressing a quick but fervent kiss to his cheek. “Tadashi, you were only trying to help someone who was in danger! How could we blame you for being so selfless!”

“A lot of good being selfless did,” Tadashi quietly mutters. “The guy I was trying to save returned the favor by trying to kill all of you!”

Okay, so apparently Fred’s dad had filled Tadashi in on the events following the fire. Fred would have preferred to find a gentler way to break the news to him, but now that the secret was out they’d just have to work with what they had.

Fred was just trying to think of a good response to that when Hiro piped up, “Tadashi, please, don’t blame yourself for that! I know it’s not easy… Trust me, I spent the month after you d-di… Well, after the fire… Locking myself away because I blamed myself for not holding you back and keeping you from running into the Expo hall in the first place… But I just made myself even more miserable and hurt all of our friends...Blaming yourself doesn’t help, and I don’t want to lose you again now that I have you back because you’re mad at yourself for something that already happened and you can’t change!”

“Yeah, what he said!” Fred quickly agrees when he sees Tadashi turning a questioning gaze to him. “I-I can’t say it as nicely as Hiro did, but I fully and completely agree with him! I was so scared that we’d lost Hiro too after we thought that we’d lost you… I-I don’t want to see you spending all your time feeling guilty about what happened when none of us are upset with you. We just want to have you back in our lives and know that you’re okay and happy, and that’s the only thing that we would ever want from you.”

“...When did you guys get so smart?” Tadashi murmurs as he wraps his arms around the both of them, his shoulders sinking in defeat, and Fred nuzzles up against him, extremely glad to find that Tadashi was apparently listening to them.

“We learned from the best,” Hiro laughs, also nuzzling into Tadashi.

“Aww!” Tadashi beams as he pecks Hiro on the top of his head and Fred on the cheek. “I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve both of you…”

Fred was about to go into exactly what Tadashi had done to deserve them when he hears the sound of Aunt Cass’ bedroom door opening and a voice calling, “Boys, I know that it’s technically Christmas morning but could you please wait a few hours before being so loud and waking me up?”

Fred didn’t even have time to think of a way to prepare her before she came shuffling into the living room in a red silk robe and fluffy calico cat slippers. For a moment her eyes, half closed with sleep, didn’t seem to fully be processing what she was seeing. But then they fly open and a half-strangled cry comes out of her mouth as her hands clamp over her mouth.

“Aunt Cass!” Tadashi stands to greet her, and the other two men quickly move to give him room to move.

“Aunt Cass, it’s okay,” Tadashi says gently when she fails to respond, just staring at him as if she was looking at a ghost--which, it was quite possible was exactly what she thought she was seeing. “It’s really me, I promise. Santa brought me home just in time for Christmas.”

He wraps his arms tightly around her, and Fred could hear the muffled sobs as she hugs him back.

“It’s really him, Aunt Cass!” Hiro pipes up, obviously trying to help. “It’s the real Tadashi!”

“My baby…Oh, sweetie,” Aunt Cass finally whispers, reaching a visibly shaking hand up to stroke Tadashi’s cheek. “Oh, my angel came home…”

“Yeah, I’m home, Aunt Cass,” Tadashi reassures her, lightly kissing the top of her head as he hugs her closer. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get back, but I’m home now, and I’m not planning to leave any time soon.”

Fred sees Hiro going over to join the rest of his family and, feeling a bit like an intruder on this family moment, he slips into the kitchen, deciding that it would be best to give them some privacy. He was far too charged up and antsy to just stand idly by, so he heads over to the kitchen cabinets and starts working on making a pot of hot cocoa, figuring that everyone could probably use something warm and sugary after this unexpected (not at all unwanted, but definitely shocking) turn of events.

He had just removed the pot of finished cocoa from the burner on the stove and was starting to search for mugs to pour it into when he feels a pair of arms wrapping around his waist from behind and a chin coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Hey.” Tadashi’s warm breath tickles his ear. “What are you doing in here? A-Are you not happy to see me?” His tone was playful, but Fred could hear the very real fear it in.

“Oh, Dashi…” Fred turns so that he could wrap his arms around him in a proper hug. “I am so, so happy to see you… Y-You have no idea how happy… I just didn’t want to intrude on you and your family…”

“Freddy…” A relieved smile crosses Tadashi’s face as he takes Fred by the back of the neck. “That was very sweet of you, but you do know that you’re a part of this family, right?”

“I--” Before Fred could answer that, Tadashi had pulled him into a deep, knee-melting kiss that silenced any concerns or objections he might have had.

“C’mon,” Tadashi whispers huskily in his ear when he finally pulls away, leaving Fred light headed and feeling like the room was spinning. “Let’s go make this official.”

“W-What?” Fred stammers faintly, but before he could press for more details, Tadashi was leading him back out into the living room, his arm wrapped firmly around his waist for support.

“Aunt Cass?” he hears Tadashi saying. “There’s something that Fred and I wanted to tell you before… Well, before the fire. And I’m sorry we never got to tell you before, but I want you to know the truth, because Fred deserves to know he’s as much a part of this family as me and Hiro.”

Oh gosh. Fred felt the blood rushing in his ears, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He and Tadashi had agreed that they were going to tell Aunt Cass about their relationship after the Expo, and he had absolutely no problem with anyone knowing that he was gay. But Tadashi hadn’t been sure how accepting Aunt Cass would be, and that had been part of the reason they’d waited for so long. Was Tadashi really willing to get kicked out right after getting home, just so he could publically be with him?

“We’re dating, Aunt Cass.”

Okay, apparently he was. And as Fred presses up against his boyfriend’s side, waiting to hear Aunt Cass’ reaction, he was pretty sure that he’d never been more in love with him

“You two… Are dating?” Aunt Cass finally repeats slowly.

“Yes,” Tadashi answers, placing a quick but still tender kiss on Fred’s cheek and squeezing his hands. “And I love him very, very much.”

Fred nods in agreement, for once in his life unable to speak, waiting to hear how Aunt Cass was going to take all of this. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Hiro standing with his hands clenched, clearly ready to step in if things got nasty, and Fred was incredibly grateful to know that Hiro, at least, accepted him as part of their family.

Aunt Cass was silent for a moment more, and then a grin spreads across her face as she stands up from the couch.

“Oh, I knew it! I knew there was something going on between you two!” she cries, coming over and wrapping her arms around both of them. “I’m so happy that you finally told me! And Fred, I hope that you know that of course you’re a part of this family! Even if you and Tadashi weren’t dating, and especially with everything that you’ve done for Hiro, I absolutely consider you one of my own.”

“T-Thank you…” Fred manages to get out, hugging her tightly and fighting back tears. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such a wonderful family taking him in like this, but he was more grateful than he could express to them for loving him so much.

“Okay, okay, enough mushiness!” Hiro says after giving them what he clearly thought was ample time to have processed their emotions. “I don’t think that any of us are going back to sleep at this point, so let’s go ahead and celebrate Christmas!”

“Usually I’d say that you should at least try to get some more sleep in, but sadly I think you’re right about none of us falling asleep any time soon,” Tadashi admits with a laugh as Aunt Cass finally lets him and Fred go.

“I’ll go pour the cocoa I made and then Hiro can unwrap his presents,” Fred chuckles.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere, mister!” Aunt Cass says firmly. “I’ll pour the cocoa, I’m sure you and Tadashi have a lot of lost time to make up for!”

“Well, I guess she approves of us dating,” Tadashi says as she heads into the kitchen, grinning over at Fred.

“I guess so,” Fred agrees, beaming and gently leaning against Tadashi’s side, only to sit right back up again as he sees Hiro going to sit by the pile of presents under the tree.

“Oh my gosh! Dashi, I’m so sorry, I just realized that none of us got you any presents for Christmas… I-If we’d known that you would be here…”

“Presents? That is seriously the last thing on my list of priorities right now,” Tadashi chuckles warmly before gently tilting Fred’s chin up so that he was within kissing distance, his breath lightly ghosting across Fred’s lips. “Besides. I have Aunt Cass and Hiro, and I have you. What more could I ever want than that? Just being back with all of you is the best Christmas present that I could ever ask for.”

“Yeah,” Fred agrees, a grin crossing his face as Tadashi pulls him in for another kiss. “Having you back is everything I could have asked for this year too.”

#big hero 6 christmas #fredashi #honeygogo #hamada bros

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duhragonball · 6 years ago

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majinpiccolo replied to your post “Camp Nanwum Update”

I always forget that you write. This might be a bad question but do you post it anywhere?

No, that’s a good question. I’m always worried people are fed up with me promoting my work, but every once in a while someone asks about it, which means I’m probably not promoting it enough.

I’ve done fanfic for a long time, but all the stuff I’ve done since 2015 is on AO3. I may add my older stuff one of these days, but I’ve been on an hot streak lately, so I’m more focused on the new material.

I haven’t listed my AO3 selection in a while, and I’ve added a few since then, so this seems like a good time to do that again.

Ballistics is a one-shot I wrote after watching Hellsing Ultimate in 2016. Seras Victoria is my favorite Hellsing character, and I just really like the complex relationship she has with Alucard. They fit into different archetypes, where she’s a cop who just happens to have vampire powers, and he’s a Lovecraftian horror who happens to fight crime. Unfortunately, it seems like most fans just want to see them make out or whatever, so I wrote my own thing to do it the way I wanted.

The Long Way is the story of how Goku finally got his driver’s license. This was technically explained during the Cell Games Saga where Goku drove his family to a picnic, but I wanted to expand on that. Really, the answer was pretty simple: Goku just tried again and took it seriously this time, so I ended up getting more into why he took it more seriously. Part of the answer: Have you seen Chi-Chi? She’s pretty hot.

Alice-in-Chains was part of a Secret Santa thing I did in 2017. I asked @glintea which JoJo part was his favorite, and he said Part 5. I would have asked more questions to narrow down specific elements he would have liked to have seen, but I was afraid of telegraphing his present, and I was uncertain enough about writing Part 5 fic to begin with. So I confined myself to writing a Stand battle featuring as much of the main cast as possible, and trying to make it fit into continuity as seamlessly as I could. Along the way, I realized these characters were actually pretty fun to write.

The Third Wheel is something I wrote for Caulikale Week back in May of this year. I’ve never done slash fic before, but I really like Caulifla and Kale, so this seemed like a good way to give it a try. I’m not sure I quite pulled it off, but all the feedback has been positive, so I guess I did something right. I’m pretty sure I’m the first person to write Dr. Rota prose.

What the Right Hand is Doing is a story I wrote for Launch Week last month. I’m kind of proud of it because I never really took Launch seriously as a character before I started working on this, and when the dust settled I actually managed to write a whole story with her as the only character.

Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan is what I probably should be working on right now, but I’ve been plugging away on that for three years now, so it can wait a while longer. This was based on an idea I had around 2004 or so, back when I had ideas for Dragon Ball fanfic but didn’t know there was an audience for them.

Basically, I read a lot of GameFaqs boards in the mid-2000′s, and got fed up with fanboys dismissing the idea of female Super Saiyans as impossible. Around the same time, I thought a lot about what the “original” Super Saiyan was like, since all we know comes from Vegeta’s flashback in DBZ Episode #66. And it occurred to me that it would be pretty subversive to not just write a female Super Saiyan, but to make her THE Super Saiyan, the one Vegeta looked up to, the one Broly was supposed to resemble.

Accordingly, I designed the character to be a sort of anti-Broly. She has good reasons to be upset enough to turn into a rampaging monster, and she refuses to become a remorseless killing machine. I also wanted to defy Vegeta’s expectations wherever possible, which is why she’s even shorter than he is and she’s more successful with women.

I’ve never been too crazy about the hair options in the Xenoverse games, but they did help me get motivated to write the character’s story, and my goal is to cover her career at least as far as my playthrough of Xenoverse 1. So at some point... some day... Trunks and Demigra will be in this thing. But I got some business to wrap up in the distant past before we can get to that.

#ask duhragonball #majinpiccolo #hey it's a bunch of stuff i wrote #i just put pictures in to make the post look less like a wall of text #but seeing them all lined up with my work makes it feel more worthwhile somehow #some days all i can think about is having my OC punch demigra in his handsome jawline #i just hope i can write him well enough to capture the heel heat he had in the video game #i'll probably just have him talk smack about the local sports team #'oh i'm afraid you have as much chance against me... as the toki toki city jaguars have of winning the playoffs this year'#'booooooooo'#'no he's right the jaguars suck this season'#'he's mind controlling you jerry snap out of it'

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rainbowstarbird · 7 years ago

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Game, Set, Match-make (Holiday Edition)

Pairing: Toshinori/Aizawa, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: G

Part 1 (Part 2 here) (Also now on Ao3 here)

Because @Demyrie encourages me shamelessly, have some tooth-rottingly sweet Holiday-themed fluff for our hero dads.

It was a week before Christmas, snow was reluctantly accumulating in the tired grass of the academy campus, and Nemuri and Hizashi had a plan.

Most of their plans involving Aizawa and his personal life ended in failure and at least a week of the silent treatment, but these were special circumstances. It was nearly Christmas, a fine american holiday, and their favorite misanthrope Aizawa was planning to spend it alone in his dark apartment. This would be, if not fine, at least expected if not for the fact that All Might, their colleague, the Symbol of Peace, and all around ray of sunshine, was also planning to spend the day alone ... Possibly for the very first time.

It was too perfect. Aizawa in his stubbornness and Toshinori in his self-abnegation were quietly making plans for solitude and hoping no one noticed, and given that the two were, in Nemuri’s words, “so obviously thirsty for each other,” they could kill two birds with one … icicle. They would simply have to trick the two into spending that romantic day together.

Past efforts to rope Aizawa into their own Christmas plans had always fallen through, except for the precious few years right after school when they’d convinced him to go out and get drunk. Even if they could pull that off again this year, they both had better plans for themselves. And there was still All Might to consider, of course.

He could demure all he wanted, but it was clear he didn’t know what to do with himself on his first Christmas as just Toshinori. And that would not do at all.

There was timing and strategy to consider, as well as the peculiarities of the targets themselves. A frontal attack would never work: Both men were too sensitive to feeling pitied and far too in denial to admit they’d want to spend the day in each other’s company. But any hero worth their license knew that sometimes a stealth approach worked best. What the two men lacked in pliability, they made up in a sense of duty. Hizashi and Nemuri would simply have to convince (guilt) the pair that they simply must give up their own Christmas plans to check on the other. Mutual charity subterfuge.

Which is how, after a short argument about who could better convince Aizawa to do things he didn’t want to do, Midnight found herself draped over Aizawa’s shoulder in the staffroom, expounding on how worried she was about Toshinori.

“I mean, to be alone on this of all days! It’s just so sad.”

Aizawa snorted, barely looking up from his paperwork but not moving to dislodge his friend.

“He’s a grown man, Nemuri. And some of us prefer our quiet holidays.”

“But he’s not like you, Aizawa,” she simpered as much as she dared, giving his shoulder a tiny shake. “This is All Might we’re talking about! He’s used to being surrounded by people. And you know he has that weird love for American culture things. Christmas probably means a lot to him. But would he ever say anything or ask for company? Of course not!”

Aizawa hummed in some vague agreement or effort to mollify her, but that was it. Midnight sighed. Time to bring out the big guns.

“And it’s so cold outside. Did you know we’re gonna get a couple inches of snow on Christmas? We all know he doesn’t take care of himself, and he’s already coughing so much. What if he gets more sick? That wouldn’t be good for the hero community, or for the school. Oh dear.”

Aizawa stopped typing, finally giving her his full (only mildly glaring) attention. She had to stop herself from smirking. Bingo. Now to go in for the kill.

“It’s just not right,” she continued, voice going soft and serious, a hand clutched earnestly to her chest. “He’s the Symbol of Peace. He’s done so much for all of us. He shouldn’t have to be alone. I can’t imagine how he must feel. I feel like we should do something for him, but Hizashi and I already have plans that day! They’ve been set in stone for months. After all, I’m bringing the restraints, they’re counting on me!”

“Then it sounds like –” Aizawa began grimly, but she wouldn’t let him, not when she was so close.

“Oh Shouta,” she swooned, leaning back to look him in the eye and squeeze his arm entreatingly with one perfectly manicured hand. “It’s so awful. I don’t know how I can enjoy the holiday with all this worry on my mind. Won’t you go check on him for me? Just for a little bit? We all know you don’t have any plans, so you’re really the only one who can.”

The final blow struck, Aizawa groaned, loud and long, and dropped his forehead to the desk. But soon enough, from out of his tangle of dark hair, she heard a muffled, “Fine. Fine, Nemuri-san. If it’ll get you to leave me alone.”

“Oh, Shouta-kun, you’re a prince! We’re really blessed to have such a responsible hero in our midst.” Her voice was sweet, but thick with wicked smugness. They both knew exactly what just happened here and as Nemuri sauntered away, Aizawa bolted up and snapped after her. “But this is the last time you pester me about Christmas plans, alright?”

Her answer was a giggle and a pout thrown over her shoulder as she slipped from the room. “Alright, alright, Mr. Grinch.”

Alone at last but with a significantly fuller holiday schedule than ten minutes ago, Aizawa turned back to his work with a growing sense of dread. What the hell had he just agreed to?

***

Meanwhile

Mic had earned the honor of talking to All Might, which was certainly the easier assignment but nerve-wracking in its own right. They had gotten to know and respect Toshinori as a colleague, but this was still All Might he was talking to. Tricking. Meddling in his private life.

Not something Santa would dig, if he had to venture a guess.

Twitchy fingers tapping a comforting rhythm on the palms of his gloves, Mic paced toward the classroom his mark should just be leaving. Just an incidental meeting between colleagues with no kids around to overhear. He’d find a way to drop a casual mention of his concerns about Aizawa and plow through the conversational opening with his usual enthusiasm. Easy, right?

Turns out, he shouldn’t have worried. There was never going to be a problem convincing the world’s greatest hero to help someone, and maybe he should have felt a little bad about that.

“Yamada-san! How are you doing today?” Toshinori greeted with his usual warmth, still steaming slightly in his oversized yellow suit – the telltale sign of a recent release of his larger form. When he stepped forward to pat Mic’s arm, his face fell. “Oh my. Forgive me for saying so, my friend, but you seem tense today. Is everything alright?”

“Oh heeeeeeeeey Big Guy!” He flashed his favorite finger guns, then let himself droop a little. Theatrical-like. He carefully lowered his voice to what, for him, was a mumble. “Yeah, yeah, it’s all cool. Just … Well, nevermind, you shouldn’t worry about it.”

Toshinori gripped his shoulder tighter and stooped to catch his eye, his own blue-black pinpricks so serious and genuine that Mic almost chickened out entirely from the sheer ethical whiplash.

“I don’t want to overstep, but if it’s something I can help with, I would be glad to assist a fellow teacher.”

Mic hid the (very, very small, but very loud) fanboy flutter in his chest behind a deep sigh, slumping his shoulders dramatically for effect.

“It’s just, I’m worried about Shouta. He’s, you know, an indoor cat to start with, but it’s especially bad around the holidays. He won’t say anything, but I just know he’s planning to spend Christmas moping alone in his dark apartment.” He twisted the fingers of one hand absently in his jacket, letting some of his genuine concern for his friend leak through. “I just hate the thought of it, no matter what he says about ‘liking alone time’ and ‘needing sleep.’ Sometimes Nemuri and I can coax him out to go drinking, but we’ve both got plans this year we can’t get out of.”

He peered up at All Might, taking in the worried furrow of his brow and the softness around his dark eyes, letting it ripen for juuuuuuust a second more. Then he sprung the trap.

Mic’s head popped up excitedly, the bright swoop of his hair following suite, and grabbed at All Might’s elbow like an idea had just occurred to him. “Oh! Dude! If it’s not too much trouble, maybe you could find some excuse to check in on him? I mean, I’m sure All Might has his own important Christmas plans, but …”

“No, no,” Toshinori cut in immediately, though a faintly uncomfortable blush was blooming at the base of his neck. A big hand rose to cover it. “It’s no trouble. Of course I can help out and check on Aizawa-san. Nobody should have to be alone on such a day. After all he has given to the school and these kids, it’s the least we can do.”

Visibly brightening, Toshinori struck a fist into his open palm with a determined thump, and just like that it was a plan. But Mic had one more detail to nail down: one that Nemuri had drilled into his head repeatedly as they schemed.

“Alright!! That’s such a load of my shoulders, you know? But I’m a little worried Aizawa won’t appreciate my talking to you about something like this.” He hesitated, or pretended to, and scuffed his foot against the tile. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

All aura of awkwardness vanished from the wiry man before him, and suddenly Mic was looking up at the determined grin of a lifelong hero.

“Not to worry! I can come up with a passable excuse. No need to mention this conversation at all. After all,” he finished with a deep chuckle, “being a hero really is all about meddling, or so I’m told.”

Matching his grin, Mic just barely resisted pumping his fist under the man’s nose, as that might have given something or other away. Game, set, match-make.

***

Toshinori’s teasing confidence lasted through Mic thanking him profusely and then gliding out the door, but then the reality of what he’d just agreed to crashed down and he had lean against the desk to catch his breath. Spend Christmas with Aizawa? Kind of, but not really, on purpose … and most definitely while alone with him, but without giving away the strange way his insides melted just from being in the other man’s presence.

The veteran hero swallowed with difficulty, tugging at his tie like that was the problem. This would not end well.

But doomed or not, he had agreed, and he had meant what he said about Aizawa deserving the extra effort. Toshinori had faced down worse odds, and at least he was likely to leave this encounter without physical damage – his dignity, on the hand, might not survive intact. He would simply have to do his best. Plus Ultra, holiday spirit edition.

The perfect opportunity cropped up later that afternoon, when he entered the staffroom to find Aizawa refilling his mug from the coffee pot. His first, unheroic instinct was to turn around and run, but he marshaled his wits and moved closer, dropping a precarious tower of paperwork on the table.

“Ah, Aizawa-sensei, hello!” Toshinori called, wincing internally when it came out just this side of too enthusiastic. Aizawa hummed to acknowledge him, eyes still glued to his mug and the pitch black coffee he always drank. One wondered how his teeth were still so alarmingly white.

“I told you not to call me that,” came the quiet rumble from underneath the nest of his capture weapon.

“Of, of course, so sorry Aizawa-san. I was, ah, wondering if you had any interesting plans for this weekend?” he tried again, barely resisting the urge to palm the back of his neck anxiously. Then he forced a too loud laugh and thumped a hand on his stack of assignments. “With all this grading, I think I’ll be tied up straight through the break.”

This earned him a bemused snort, at least, but wasn’t enough to elicit an actual answer. Feeling a prickling sweat start to break out down his back, Toshinori’s mind raced for another tactic that wouldn’t give him (or his mission) away — until Aizawa set the pot down with a clatter and whirled to face him, leaning rigidly against the counter.

“I’m not really one for holidays,” he started, voice low and utterly unreadable. “But, uh … I’ve finished all of my grading already. Would you like some help? Unless you have other plans.”

“N-no!” Toshinori rushes to assure him, nearly dizzy with relief that Aizawa was playing into his hand. “No, no plans to speak of, I mean, and I would greatly appreciate the assistance ... if it’s no trouble, of course.”

Aizawa stared at him for a moment – long enough that Toshinori nearly activated One For All out of sheer instinctive self-preservation – but then he sighed out a breath and took a (strangely punishing) gulp of his coffee.

“Alright. How about I come by your place around 9 tomorrow morning? We can get done early, and you can have your evening to yourself.”

The way he said it, it was clearly ‘and then I can have my evening to myself,’ but Toshinori wasn’t complaining. A nice, defined activity and timeline. Something he could absolutely survive without relinquishing the last shreds of his dignity or giving away the plot.

“Perfect,” he replied easily. “It’s a plan.”

As his fellow teacher wandered off and Toshinori busied himself with shuffling through his impossibly tall stack of student papers, he furiously stuffed down the part of his mind that chimed in: It’s a date.

And that’s how Aizawa ended up here, freezing on All Might’s doorstep on Christmas morning.

#bnha #erasermight #toshinori #aizawa #boku no hero #eraserhead #all might #otp: scarecrow man and grumpy cat #they are in love #rae writes #holiday fluff #seriously this will ruin your teeth #it's still kinda the holiday season right?#Christmas mentions but I'm pagan it's really just an excuse #also Christmas is more of a couples holiday in Japan so it's too good to pass up #first fic of the year

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a-dead-starwars-account · 7 years ago

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HEY!!! It’s my @thedamereynetwork secret santa gift for @ya-lady-tauriel who asked for some parallels and piloting (err, did I do it right? please tell me)

Sad thing is, I feel like I haven’t reviewed this clanky fic too well, so I apologize for the mistakes and weird style. I can’t think of a title for this story either lol. Dearest giftee, would you like to do the honors? :)

*peers at my Word processor* it says 3,863 words...

I sorta addressed some TLJ issues and whipped up an adventurous mess for them to bond over while piloting? I placed a couple of easter eggs in there too, I guess.

You know what, I dare everyone in our tiny damerey community to point out all the easter eggs and cues/symbols/whatevers I planted nyahahahaha.

The thing about Jakku was that it was Rey's own grasp of normal. The heat, the sand, the grease, and hunger were all familiar things ̶ things she could deal with, things she could answer.

Unlike Ahch-To or Crait, where her questions never really found peace.

She began wondering what Finn would think about coming back here, where it all started. Of course he'd hate it, she told herself. But he'd go anyway, because that's how he is ̶ selfless and always on the move, like how he always made ways (read: bending around the rules) to rescue someone in need (as Rey hates to admit it, it was sometimes her). And because Rose Tico took a hard hit trying to save him, Finn considered that he should be by her beside while the brave mechanic was recovering safely in Yavin 4.

Rey thought so too. She wouldn't want to burden anyone with coming back to a horrible place like hers.

But someone insisted on tagging along. Little round BB-8, who also dragged his master into this sandy mess, wanted to come because the droid thought that some salvageable parts from home could help rebuild their small force.

Rey wanted to laugh and cry. She, like the Resistance, never felt so hopeless and alone.

Win or lose, they had to eat. So, she picked up the newly cooked rations and served them on her meager, dusty plate. Poe Dameron, BB-8's master, began helping himself without complaint.

"It's not my first time in Jakku, but I feel like I haven't seen everything," Poe began, his eyes roaming around the fallen AT-AT refurbished into a small housing unit, "Your home is lovely by the way."

What an awkward thing to say. Poe wanted to punch himself.

"Glad you like it. How's the food, also lovely?" Rey deadpanned. Clearly, the young Jedi had a quick catch for snark.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't right," Poe shook his head, "I think I've done a lot of things that weren't right these past few weeks."

"Me too," Rey said quietly.

Poe wanted to contest the idea, that she screwed up as much as he had, but decided that would be another addition to his growing list of mistakes.

Surprisingly, she continued talking, "I thought I could convince Kylo Ren to turn back, like Luke did for Vader. But if Ren's father couldn't even reach him..." Rey sighed and rested a palm on her face, "That was so stupid of me. I'm not even family."

"You're wrong," Poe replied, "You’re not stupid and Kylo Ren is not family. But we are," Poe put down his last morsel of bread and took the homing beacon bracelet lent to them while they were scouting the Western Reaches, "I'm not the first recruit of the Resistance but I know deep within my gut that Leia considers us all her children. Kaydel, Finn, Rose, You, Me. Everyone in the Resistance."

"I should have listened more carefully to Luke," Rey said.

"Just as I should have been more collected about my mess with Holdo and Leia," Poe said, "I'm a terrible fanboy."

That earned a little laugh from Rey.

And Poe felt a weird mix of light and full. He passed the last piece of bread to her, "I know Jedi work is tiring. You'll need more carbs than me," he shyly offers.

Rey, not wanting to lie, simply took it with a grin.

BB-8 chirpped about sharing what she has read from the ancient Jedi texts so far.

"I realized that we've barely scratched the surface. That all Luke taught me was as much as a chapter summary from a textbook," Rey began, "But I'm also slowly understanding some things that have happened to me..."

"Such as?" Poe, who was all ears at this point, added.

"Psychometry. Or a form of it, I think," Rey said, "It's why I saw these visions when I first touched Luke's old lightsaber."

Poe nodded, clearly fascinated with the topic.

"Rose and I talked a bit while we were still on the Falcon. She allowed me to feel her medallion," Rey continued, "It's true what they say, that sisters and brothers have the strongest attachments throughout anyone's lifetime."

Normally, Poe would have jabbed a joke in there, mentioning how sad it was that he didn't have any siblings aside from BB-8. But he remembered Rose's sister Paige, the last StarFortress Bomber, and how he had pressured everyone into destroying the First Order dreadnaught at all costs ̶ including giving up their own lives.

"Rose deserves more than an apology from me," Poe slowly said. He was sort of in a daze now, haunted by his episodic, crazed lust for glory and thrill back then.

Rey took his hand, "She forgives you."

"How would you know?" Poe countered bitterly.

Rey closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as though she were reaching somewhere far beyond the edges of the galaxy, "When I felt the medallion, I saw that they both forgive you because they truly believed in the cause," Rey explained, "Forgiveness is a mark of the light."

Fancy words but probably true.

***

After lunch they'd headed outside, about to ride into the ship graveyard until they encountered their first problem.

"My speeder only seats one," Rey winced.

"It's okay, I'll walk," Poe replied.

"No, you'll never get there in time. Or, you'd run into some old friends," Rey said, "You could use the speeder. I'm used to walking this terrain."

"No no no, I insist."

And before Rey could retort, BB-8, sitting nicely on the speeder's netted compartment, suggested something silly.

"Sit on his lap? That's a little awkward," Rey replied.

"Wait," Poe said, picking up the sled she often used to drag materials, "We could sort of set up a seat extension?" he timidly offered.

After the hasty but secure set-up, Rey set herself on the front end and began switching on the speeder. Meanwhile Poe hopped onto the other end, not used to being relegated as a passenger.

"Before you ask, my baby has locking systems designed to shock anyone else trying to take her," Rey explained, "Maybe later I can encode your access to it but for now, let me enjoy this reunion."

It only took one mischievous grin and the rusty vehicle suddenly lurched to top speed. Last time Poe felt this shocked was when he and Finn stole a TIE/sf fighter.

"This thing's damn fast!" he exclaimed, unconsciously holding Rey’s waist tightly as she laughed endlessly.

"I thought you were one of the best pilots out there, why do you look so scared!" she teased back, still laughing.

And kriff, her mood was so infectious.

Poe wasn't terrified, but this talented lady continued to surprise him and shake him more than one of those adrenaline junkie missions he initially took for General Leia Organa. He whooped along with her, relishing old sensations from his childhood when his mother and her A-wing were still around.

The speeder, without extra cargo, almost floated like a ship. And he could guess that Rey deliberately designed it that way because it was the closest thing she could get to the actual experience of flight.

Now the girl was not only the last Jedi, but also the new captain of the Millennium Falcon. Unbelievable. And amazing. They arrived at the graveyard too soon.

Rey immediately became immersed in the agenda, not bothering to check on Poe who was tailing cautiously behind her.

With her new Force powers, the job became much easier. She could pick up energy boosters within a sniff, lift heavy-duty panels without a sweat, and jump towards impossible heights to reach usable trinkets.

While she kept on hunting several meters ahead, Poe and BB-8 were dragging their ever-growing collection of spare parts. They were falling into a routine until they heard a click of a blaster.

"I never thought I'd see you again, Rey," said Devi, another scavenger who once worked with her, until Devi and her brainless partner Strunk stole Rey's hard-earned project and left Jakku without a word.

"Maybe you back off and I'll forget your swindling moof," Rey growled, pointing her blaster at Devi.

"Thought so. But I couldn't believe it when word got out that Unkar Plutt's best scavenger stole a Corellian freighter and joined the Resistance. Had to see it for myself."

"Good things come to those who do good," Rey snapped.

"Maybe, maybe not. Otherwise, you'd never come back here," Devi challenged, "I have a proposition though. Since I know you're a talented one..."

"I'm done dealing with you," Rey interrupted.

"Heard of the new Cava Races hosted by the Guavian Death Gang?" Devi responded, knowing it would at least pique Rey's interest. Finding that she quieted, Devi continued, "They're holding a race in this area in two days. Catch is, the race is for paired teams, with or without astromech. The grand prize is a good lump of money and the Eravana."

Rey's eyes widened. The Eravana was Han Solo's bulk freighter, which he used to haul rathtars until they all had to escape in the Falcon and land in Takodana.

"Word is the Resistance is in dire need of new trash, which I guess is why you're here," Devi said, "We could team up and split the prize."

"No way," Rey glared at her, "It only takes one mistake for me to never repeat it."

"So I guess it's plan B then. Take the Blobfish's bounty on you," Devi said, suddenly raising her blaster.

But of course, Rey was quicker. She aimed at the swindler's shoulder and shot first. She knew enough to simply disarm the woman and use her staff to jab her unconscious. Beastly survival instincts were slowly getting to Rey as she took Devi's datapad and other valuables. To show that she wasn't completely heartless, she dropped one worn-out medpac on Devi's side.

Shaken from Rey's actions, Poe carefully approached her.

"That was Devi. Stole a ship I was rebuilding and used it to escape the planet," Rey said, quickly wiping the tears in her eyes, "But after these past weeks, I know better than to just trust anyone."

Poe rested a hand on her shoulder, "War's a messy time in the galaxy. And we're forced to make hard choices that don't always sit well with us."

Rey steeled herself and handed him the datapad, "I can't help but wonder if what she said about the race was true. We could race the Falcon and when we win, the Eravana could be useful for the Resistance."

Poe replied, "I agree but I heard that the Cava Races were restricted to starfighter-sized ships."

BB-8 kept quiet; thinking about starfighters might remind Poe of losing Black One, his own customized X-wing. Rey also caught onto the emotion.

"Hey, let's move on. You drive the speeder this time," she tried smiling at him.

Luckily they weren't far from the exit. Once they reached their ride, Rey began rewiring the speeder's controls. After flicking a bolt, she took Poe's hand and placed it on the bio-sensor. The computer clicked affirmatively and the engines started. The two exchanged smiles before Poe hopped on the front and Rey rode at the back. BB-8 helped himself up, not wanting to disturb his two favorite people.

The second ride was just as exciting as their first.

The sun was about to set and they were a klick away from Rey's home when she bid Poe to slow down and stop.

"I have this funny feeling..." her voice drifted as she stood in front of a lump of sand. She stretched out her two hands and closed her eyes, her breathing slowing down into a meditative trance.

Poe didn't know what they were doing, but after a few moments he could hear the rickety sounds of metal. It was getting louder and closer, until it climaxed into a booming crash ascending above the sand. Startled, he fell from the speeder and couldn't believe his eyes. On the other side, Rey was also sitting helplessly on the ground, sweating and panting, and shocked with herself.

She just pulled a TIE Bomber out of nowhere.

***

As soon as they recovered, the two pilots rushed to inspect the ship. Aside from being excessively sprinkled with sand, it only needed minor repairs before it could be ready for launch. It also took them long hours to drag the damn thing back home, but the excitement kept them persistent in the task that they didn't even feel hungry for supper. First thing in the morning, they told themselves, they'd start reassembling the starfighter.

But these two were too giddy to get some sleep. Side by side they sat on the hammock, barely containing their excitement.

Poe noticed a Tierfon Yellow Aces helmet on the side and picked it up, "This yours?'

Rey took the relic and brushed off its dust, "Found it on an X-wing," she answered and wore the oversized headgear, a cheesy grin stuck on her face.

"I guess you always wanted to be a pilot," Poe inferred.

"Always," she affirmed breathlessly.

BB-8 beeped and pointed his head on a rag doll beside Rey. She took it and gave it to Poe, "I always wondered if my parents were heroes like Dosmit Raeh and the other rebels."

Poe gently brushed his fingers on the doll, "Rebel parents don't tell you much, actually. But you knew it impacted their lives and that they believed in something bigger than themselves."

Rey nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Don't be disappointed. Even Leia doesn't like talking about those days," Poe added and rubbed the top of Rey's helmet, "I think if I'll have kids kids I wouldn't want to tell them much either."

"If I have children, I'd know enough not to leave them behind," Rey frowned, anger and pain simmering beneath the surface, "And if I were Han and Leia's child I wouldn't allow myself to turn into a monster. And I'd make Master Skywalker proud of me."

Poe could sense the tension within her and found it rather familiar, "I know. I hated how he ripped me in the Finalizer just shortly after I was here. Leia wanted him back so badly. For kriff's sake she spent all her days working just to make the galaxy a better place for her son!"

Rey shook her head, "I don't want to talk about Kylo Ren anymore. I will never completely understand him."

"Consider that punk boy done," Poe nods in agreement, "We have to put our personal feelings aside if we want to sell this ship."

"Sell it? Aren't we supposed to race it?" Rey asked, surprised.

"I still think it's too risky. I don't wanna gamble now," Poe says calmly.

"But we can! Poe, you're the best pilot in the galaxy...well, next to me," Rey defends, dropping her own sneaky confidence in the process.

Poe raise an eyebrow.

"We could win this together," Rey said, grasping both of his hands, "Think of how much this can help the Resistance."

"No. Besides we might get identified by any First Order sympathizers."

"Who said we were going to fly as Rey and Poe Dameron?"

***

"Jaina and Jag Fel, huh?" the registration officer peered at the two scrappy humans in oversized TIE pilot helmets in front of her, "Where from?"

"Corellia, originally," Poe added a bit too hastily, unconsciously scratching the Resistance logo hidden behind their black jumpsuits. Thank the Maker they both knew to sew the ripped clothing meticulously.

"Settled down on Tatooine," Rey added, "But life got boring so we decided to travel around, seeking the thrills of the galaxy."

"You want fancy thrills, you go to Canto Bight," the nonchalant officer said and simply transferred the relevant information about the race into their datapad, "Good luck and hope you make it out alive," came her dull farewell.

Worried looks were exchanged between Rey and Poe.

***

"Worse than Shantipole itself," Poe muttered as he read through the planned race track. It wasn't even a race as much as it was truly a survival contest. The violent gasses and lightning-charged atmosphere of Rycraig were enough of a problem, but then it had to have a field of moving asteroids and unpredictable planetary gravity.

People whispered that Han Solo and Darth Vader were the only beings to have escaped the terrors of Rycraig. For others, it meant an expensive suicide.

"I don't buy it. I believe the Force can help us do the impossible," Rey said.Poe didn't want to ruin her optimism; he needed it as much as she did.

And because they were a late entry, they didn't have much of a preparation time to begin with.

"All systems go, BB-8?" Rey turned to the round astromech who nodded.

"May the Force be with us," Poe shakily whispered as they punched the TIE bomber controls into hyperspace.

***

"For hutt's sake!" Poe exclaimed as the given coordinates put them right within the planetary stratosphere. He immediately nudged the controls westward before one of those pesky asteroid-like debris could hit their ship.

Rey was too shocked to talk, but she knew to activate their skimpy deflector shields.

The race announcer was babbling about their pseudonyms and the names of other five entries. And because Poe and Rey mindlessly named their ship Stardust, they became the joke of the show.

The two pilots were too busy to care. They approached the race course and formed up just two seconds before the competition started.

More asteroids came their way and had instantly taken out two contenders. All other surviving ships were paces ahead of them and they were still adjusting to the unstable environment.

Another set of debris bombarded them; Rey and Poe tightly maneuvered their vehicle out of the mess.

"It's a matter of quick reflexes, this race!" Poe commented before moving the ship a bit higher, as the gravity was heavily pulling them down.

However, Rey levered the opposite way and the machine whined from the strain.

"What?!" Poe exclaimed. A rock swiftly hurled itself towards their previous high trajectory and he realized that hadn't Rey lowered them, they would've been toast.

"It's not just about reacting to change, but anticipating it," Rey advised Poe before guiding the ship through another unexpected hurdle.

Poe thought it through. There had to be a little pattern in the maze. Or, he had to trust his gut feelings like some clairvoyant.

No, he could hear the damn cackling rocks and their expected paths!

It took more concentration, but listening helped. Poe whisked Stardust lower before twirling it slowly into a diagonal ascent, avoiding a large, similarly-shaped metal scrap.

The pair grinned and fell into sync.

Minutes later, a barrage of lightning was followed by deafening thunder and they could soon see one starfighter falling into the abyss below. A storm was brewing up and things were just about to get far, far worse. Their perception of the obstacles had not only blurred but also deafened.

"Oh no," Rey gasped. The fear overtook them and soon, consecutive waves of rocks hit their ride. Alarms warned that shields were at four percent.

"Any new ideas are most welcome!" Poe shouted. BB-8 was whirring a string of panicky beeps too.

"I should have set up more sophisticated scanning systems," Rey groaned.

That made Poe pause for a moment and Rey continued the abrupt evasive motions of their TIE bomber as they saw remains of the another contestant ship being flung away from the track.

"You have the Force. That's pretty sophisticated," Poe blurted.

They shared another quick look at each other.

No time for arguments. It's now or never.

"Time to test your accuracy skills, Poe Dameron," Rey said. She closed her eyes, steadied her breathing, and rested a hand on Poe's shoulder.

Luke Skywalker said that the Force was about balance, and now she had to find it between their dying ship and the barbaric planet.

"Boy, we Damerons must have trusted Jedi too much," Poe panicked.

"Turn to point nine...now!" Rey commanded. Poe swerved the ship accordingly. No asteroid hits; they were still alive. BB-8 squealed.

"Do a quick left then bring it up...now!" Rey said and Poe followed.

"Level our baby up," Rey cautioned.

The TIE Bomber shifted position and they can feel the overpowering presence of gravity.

"BB-8, activate thrusters on full reverse," Rey instructed.

"We have reverse thrusters on this thing?!"

"Trust me..." she squeezed Poe’s shoulder. They could hear their last rival ship zooming past them, its starboard wing missing the Stardust by mere centimeters.

And then came a loud, resounding explosion.

Poe wanted to exhale but Rey interrupted, "Tilt six point five degrees to the right and keep her steady."

Unbeknownst to them, their starfighter suavely ran through a needle gap between two gigantic boulders ̶ without a scratch. After those chilly seconds, they could hear thunderous applause from the audio commentary.

Jag and Jaina (read: Poe and Rey) just won the seasonal Cava Race.

***

By sheer luck (and the Force), they encountered no issues in getting their prize. Turns out that the new Guavian heads just wanted to get rid of the unnecessary Han Solo souvenir they held and were looking to kill some cocky pilot rivals along the way. Long before the bosses could visit and offer Rey and Poe a criminal job, the trio had jumped back to Jakku using untraceable algorithms designed by Rose. They picked up Rey's remaining valuables and met up with Chewbacca, everyone's ever-trustworthy friend, on the Falcon.

They sure love their smooth endings.

"So you regret trusting your life to a Jedi?" Rey asked, sitting comfortably on an empty crate next to her speeder.

Poe chuckled and sat beside her, "Best decision of my life," he took out the ring necklace he always wore beneath his shirts, contemplating, "No wonder my mom kept reminding little me to trust the Force."

"Was that her wedding ring?" Rey tilted her head, being naturally curious.

Poe glanced at Rey and took the necklace off, placing it on her palm, "I want to know what you can see about my mother."

Understanding the immeasurable value of the item, she used her free hand to firmly keep Poe's hand on top of her open palm. Closing her eyes, Rey concentrated, allowing the Force to flow, to provide timeless tales and insights of Poe's mom, Shara Bey.

She slowly opened her hazel eyes and looked into Poe's orbs, just as brown as his mother's. Rey didn't let go of his hand either; she could also sense Poe's deepest wish ̶ to spend even just one more second with his first hero and tell her all about his recent adventures, and to ask if she was proud of him as much as he was proud of her.

"She loved you very much. And she was a wonderful woman. Brave and charming like her own son," Rey smiled, "And like all who have joined the Force, she's never really gone."

Finally, Rey let go of one of her hands to wipe Poe's tears.

#damerey #damereysecretsanta #thedamereynetwork #ya-lady-tauriel

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jwisdomhheartmmoon · 7 years ago

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Kaede X Reader Fanfic

Hello Amphy!

I’m your secret Santa for @danganronpasecretsanta I’m so sorry for keeping you wait so long! It’s been the biggest impact on me about the tragedy indecent in my personal life last month. I’ve returned to college four weeks ago. I have also been much busy and struggle with my writer’s block. So, you want to X reader fanfic, I chose Kaede!

I have been warning you about my issues of grammar, I haven’t had time to edit it because I don’t want to keep you wait like forever! I’m sorry for my bad grammar.

Here is it, I hope you like it!:

Beautiful classical music you’ve been so listening that always save you from everything’s problem, you’re so softy sign like “Hmmmm”. You watch on the screen touch have the song title relate to the classical song been play by talent pianist, Akamatsu Kaede. You may have been so fan of her, but strangely feel to know her inside once you follow the lyrics to find meaning. A young woman appears to be next to you, “Hello, do you really like the classical music?”

You’ve been so startled once she asks you like that and unsure to give your answer, “Ummm…yes?”.

“Oh, not many young people interested in the classical, they’re totally into rock and punk music”, she giggles.

You’ve been hearing her voice so familiar, but decided to deny, “It’s too loud for me, the classical music really so calm down that’s would make me forget my problem. It’s been probably because of Akamatsu Kaede.

You stare so curiously at her although you can’t see everything in her as she wears her red hat, adorable dark pink blouse possibly similar Kaede’s body size you assume. No way, she can’t be, right? She interrupts your thought when she asks you why Akamatsu-san’s song really help you at all. You explain that you feel so strangely know her well about the details of her personality, voices, and more although you’re trying to not sound to be a stalker. That’s right, you’re not do anything’s like stalkers collect personal pictures, follow a lot, and more, but you simply listen to her beautiful music, that’s all. Your eyes turn on her to see what’s her reaction, creepy? Or disgusted? No, it’s not what you would image about her, but she simply smiles at you. She takes it out of her pocket, hands it to you that would make you're so confused. You look down at it when she points down……..it’s……not…expect…ever..in your life! It’s contest of writing the song for Akamatsu Kaede!

“I listen you explain what do you think about her, you’re lucky at the time. I hope you write the song as the way you express your feeling. Of course, no fanboy” a young woman smile at him and warns him.

You’re unsure and going to ask more question, but her fingers on your own lips, “I know there is a lot of questions, but I encourage you to make effects of express your feeling that’s the way of writing a song. You never know, who’s know?”.

A young woman declares her farewell, quickly leave your side while you’re still in frozen status. It just too fast happens to your unexpectedly, you just met a strange woman strongly resemble Akamatsu Kaede, and then, she handed a contest to you. To be honest, you never thought of writing a song before as you don’t have an interest even often listen to the music. However, it’ll not hurt to try it, right? You never know what’ll happen next.

You sit on the chair in the front of the desk in a silent moment, stares at the blank paper that you’re unsure how to start to write a song. That’s right, you never write a song before even don’t take the music class. It’s very frustrating you ever have; your forehead is going down on your own desk as you groan. You finally begin to brainstorm on what kind of song Akamatsu would like, it’s pretty obvious classic, but you want to do something different would impress her.

Simply beautiful melody? Nah. It would be better write the classical music Akamatsu-san’s favorite? No, it’s a bad idea, you’ll plagiarize on her own song. She’ll probably don’t want to do too loud music like rock and roll. Aw man, why it must to be so difficult to write the song? You don’t understand how a mysterious woman can see the potential inside you, but you think of some words a woman give her faith in you write the song. Afraid of disappointing her if writing the song Akamatsu might don’t like it. Her word, “express” would give you an idea of the song, maybe you can write the song in your express feeling and thinking that Akamatsu would never think what the magic or important part inside her. Finally, your idea might able to be good impression enough, you grab your pencil so quickly, a point on the notebook, and write the sentence. Of course, it's not going to everything well at the first, but you doesn't’ give up; edits the songs, sing yourself while listening to Akamatsu’s many songs. You now finally done it! However….your deadline is today; you have one hour left! You rush to the famous company where Akamatsu worked! Luckily, you managed to hand your envelope inside a song to Akamatsu’s manager you happen to meet! How funny, you arrive at the perfect time!

It’s so really hard to wait in a month you have to hear out about the winner, but it’s really worth since Akamatsu is a very famous pianist. She might capture many men’s heart in her beautiful melody voice. Wondering what’s your dream will be like if you’ve finally met her in person. Joyful? Nervous? Screw up? NO! You don’t’ want to be like that, you better not speak of what do you think of her well that’s sound you’re a stalker at all!!!!!! You feel you must to be practice in the manner in the front of her until your cell phone ring so loudly that can shot your ears! You almost slipped out it, luckily catch it and quickly pick the call, “Hello?”

“Is this y/n, right?”

Don’t get too hopeful for yourself; taking your breathe, “Yes, it’s me. What is it?”

“Congratulation! You won the song contest for Akamatsu Kaede”, a cheerful voice gives you a jump a bit.

What? I won? That’s impossible……your head going to able so crazy!

“You’ll have to VIP ticket for Akamatsu Kaede’s concert that you can enter into backstage to meet Akamatsu Kaede!”, a voice so excited for you!

Will I meet her in person?......my dream…true- you realize what you don’t have, “Wait the minute, I don’t have the suit”.

“Oh, don’t worry, we have the prepare for you!” a voice speak sound they know what’s happen next once you’ll plan to go there. It’s so strange how do they know about you, but it’s not a big deal now.

They declare “Thank you” and farewell each other, hang up their phone. There is a silent moment, you seem to able be inside scream, but you finally did it!!!! It’s so crazy your dream come out, you really live in the fantasy!!!!!! Wondering what’s like meet Akamatsu Kaede, will it be like a magic? Or maybe she…..wait..No! It’ll be so bad if you become a prevent once you act a daydream. You pray it’be going to be well for Akamatsu Kaede’s concert with your song!

At evening time, there is the big building where many popular/famous musicians play there, it’s very difficult to enter into the concert since It’s been so expensive. However, you’re so lucky, you got VIP ticket and seat and so nice black suit they’ve been so prepared for you! Feeling so weird about your suit, but you feel special person at all. Remember it’s your special day tonight, you’ll see what kind of the music for Akamatsu Kaede will play your song!!!! A man looks a butler stand up and seem able to wait for you that would make you feel so nervous. Nah, it’s so impossible, you’ll just normally walk to enter into the big building. You’re going to enter…….a man finally voice, “Y/N? Do you have ID card?”

You’re so frozen as so unexpected he knows your name, take the ID card from your pocket and show it to him. “Oh, I’m right, you’re Y/N. Let me guide you to VIP seat that you can see Akamatsu Kaede.”

WHAT?!?! You can see her on the stage so close?!?!?!? Okay, Okay, it’s a really lucky day you ever have! You follow him in the hall while you observe around the inside building is really huge that would make you feel so nervous and there are many famous musicians too! Entering into concert room, a man finally points and pull the VIP chair for you. You’re walking so awkward toward the chair and take your seat. Sitting the seat feel so comfortable that would treat you like a special. Many people start to come inside, it’s really so crowd; you're so impressed how popular of Akamatsu Kaede since the classical music doesn’t really like much. It finally starts when the light off now. The spotlight appears on only beautiful black grand piano, but announcer walk to the spotlight and speak to welcome the audience, “Hello! Welcome to Akamatsu Kaede’s concert! I’ve seen you guys been work so hard to come see her here! I’m so happy you guys did it! So, Akamatsu-san will play the song written by the winner of the contest. Please come here, Akamatsu-san!”

Hearing your song going to able be play! You get increase nervous inside your feeling, obverse the biggest audiences you can’t tell what will be the result, and mutter yourself a lot they’ll like it or not. A person who sits next to you; tap on your shoulder, “Take a relax, just enjoy to watch and listen to her song now.”

Listening to their voice so calm, you agree with that person, take so deeply breathe, close your eyes to calm your mind, and open to see the world of music. Kaede come out from the backstage and reveal to be actually so beautiful purple with her side of swirls, wear the fancy purple mask that surely makes her so mysterious! She slowly turns her face to see the audience and her face show so much spark once she smiles that would make men have so beat their heart even you! How beautiful she been!!! Seeing her in person in your dream turns into reality!!! Kaede finally speaks, “Hello, I’m so glad you guys come, I’m ready to play the song someone wrote for me”. A pianist takes so politely sit down, crack her fingers for warm up, take her so deeply breathe, and starts to play the song…..

That would surely so strange atmosphere around the audience, but they feel they’re getting learn who’s Akamatsu Kaede is…the song….could…describe….her…personality….her….

Oh no, they might….not…like……it….because it’s sound so stalker! You're staring at a person who sits next to you, it's so hard telling how they show their feeling with their lack of facial expression. However, you’ve never seen……Kaede’s……..so…happy…..and….enjoyable….while playing your song! Wondering why she’s really happy. Kaede finally finishes it, the whole audiences stand up and loudly clap a lot you don’t expect to! Does that mean they like it? Kaede’s breathe so hard, have sweat a lot on her face, stand up and bow to them. You quickly stand up and clap once you realize you’re only don’t do it. Kaede’s still happy, her eyes turn…..to…target…at…you….and…wink at you!

Did she finally notice you that you’ve been always dreaming? No way! It must be your imagination at all although you strangely feel so blush.

During the party, you're supposed to go there, but the female who wears her glass and her fancy suit appear to able be stand next to the door that people would enter into the party, “Hello. Y/N, right? I’m the manager who takes care of Akamatsu Kaede. Akamatsu-san would like to see you in the private, I will guide you, okay?”

Oh great, another unexpected moment you’ve ever have again! “Come with me”, the female manager beckons to you, you have to follow her. During walking in the hall, you may be excited much, but you don’t know what you’ll talk with of Akamatsu-san; you must be impress her. Flirting with her could be a bad idea that could destroy your reputation. You start to keep mutter yourself which the best subject you can talk with of Akamatsu that female manager can hear you the behind. She so lightly chuckles that makes you feel a bit of embarrassed. Arriving at of Akamatsu-san’s star door, you quickly clean yourself by fixing your hair and suits. Akamatsu-san’s manager knocks out the door and tells her that you’re here.

“Come here”, of Akamatsu Kaede’s voice would make your heart get beat so fast! The manager opens the door for you, you see Kaede’s hair the behind you while she stares at her mirror as brushes on her blonde hair. Once you enter into her room, Kaede put her brush down on her mirror dressing table. A mysterious girl us the rolling chair to turn to meet your eyes. You have to say it before it’ll be so rude if you keep silent longer; “Umm..Hello…”

“Hello, Y/N. I finally meet you, the winner. Good job on writing the song, it went to be so successful”, she speaks so politely.

“Thank you so much! I’m so glad too! I was so worried the audiences might hate it because it’s so weird that I wrote the song like I know you well although I haven’t met you yet! I’m sorry for being sound a stalker!” you quickly bow down to her in many times.

“Whoa, please calm down. I don’t think you are the stalker at all, but I wonder how do you feel you know me? I’m so curious”, she asks.

“Well, I just simply listen to your music and read the lyrics in finding what the song has meant the behind. Your song really voice on my mind; I’d strangely feel I know you well. It’s so weird, right?” you explain it that would remind you talked the same thing with a mysterious woman at the music store.

“No, it’s not. I’m so happy because many people look up at me as simply so beautiful woman and had music gift. I’d want to mask myself what they want to what kind of person I am. However, your song can help the audience learning a bit more about me not simply melody musician” Kadede show her joyful a lot that you’ve bee never seen before. However….she’s walks toward….you…. You’re unsure what should you do, but take your step backs until a stop at the door. A joyful woman get too close to you that make your heart go crazy! Her warm purple eyes straight to your eyes that give so warm atmosphere, but she starts….to….touch…on….your shoulder….and her other hand slowly touch up on your chest! It’s too fast happen! It’d better stop her, but you don’t know what to do!

“Y/N…….I knew it…..you’re the one……….help me….I’m so glad….I’ve…met you…at…the music store.” her voice’s softy you can hear that make you go crazy much!

Wait..the…minute…..

“You said the music store? You can’t be-“

“Right. That’s me who’s gave the contest paper to you.”, Kaede confirms her identity.

Oh, that makes the sense much, a mysterious woman’s body size is too perfect fit able to be Akamatsu Kaede. Why did she help you? Kaede’s finger is touch so twist on your heart, oh, you forget she’s too close to you. “I’m so glad you’re the winner, you have the potential a lot I can see. I’m so happy to hear what you told me about how did you see through me not simply beautiful celebrity musician” her soft voice turn into flirty that your body can’t move and don’t be ready for it-

“Just kidding.” Kaede’s hands off your body. Whoa. You’re so confused and shock much although you’re really so relieved at all.

“It’s too fast, right? I can see your facial expression like that, you’re really so cute at all. I would like to get know you better, we could become the first friend if you’d like to” Kaede offer her hand.

Is that so dreams? Are you dream once you’ve heard Kaede ask you for becoming her friend? You can’t believe it’s really happen…you’ve been listen to Kaede’s music in your whole life to escape your problem life. You now meet her in person like a dream come out true. Okay, calm down…..that can the first step of your life, right? “Sure…I’d like to…”, grab her hand so quickly….oops….it’s really so rude to do that to her.

Kaede’s lightly chuckle that you feel little blush now, but you’re happy now, right? “Let’s go to the party together!”, she's called so joyful and gently pull you to leave Kaede’s star room. At the front of the door where people goes to the party, you start to get nervous while Kaede’s holds on your arm. Her melody voice does help you calm down, “Please get relax, have fun. We’re a friend now, right?”

You’re nods at her, take so deeply breathe, and ready for yourself to enter in the party! Before entering the party, you never thought…..Kaed’s…..sexy…..voice…….appear, “Y/N, when we once make our progress well, I’ll give the reward you. Yes, I’m going to do what you want to do with me………………”

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