#The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Boy

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The Chain Meets You, His Partner || 3/3

Part 1 || Part 2

Pairing: Time, Wild, Four x GN! Reader

Requested by @temporarilyablog: i see requests are open still so im coming to you with a thought i had recently:how about a Link from the Chain interacting with the reader, another Link’s s/o from their original adventures, when *their* Link isn’t around. i can see some teasing another Link with the reader that they’ve only known through little stories here and here, or others grilling the reader relentlessly because another Link was so shy about their relationship and partner, and wants to know how that Link is like around someone he allows himself to relax.its kinda like when the Chain met Malon for the first time and interacted with her for stories about old man Timeand as always stay awesome, i love your writing!

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Concerningly delighted or eerily eager - the Chain can’t quite agree on which descriptor best described their teammate the best once he realized they had all landed in his Hyrule. Bubbling with excitement ever since while maintaining a pace some of the other boys have to jog after, Link doesn’t waste breath saying where he’s leading them, although that giddy smile upon his face - as much as he tries to hide it - is plenty for the wiser heroes to get the hint…

The Chain already knew about you - Well, they knew the Old Man was hitched. To exactly who, he'd never say for his lips were always sealed with a mischievous smirk that kept the boys betting against each other.

Some insisted that their leader's mystery lover must be Princess Zelda, but Twilight felt that was a preposterous assumption. He tended to agree with Legend's guess that they had to be someone simple; someone who could make an extraordinary man feel ordinary in the best way possible...which was the correct prediction, of course.

As it would turn out, you are, in fact, not a noble or royal princess. Instead, you're an average farmhand living a calm life on your friend's ranch where you miss your husband greatly after many months of him being gone, so please excuse the passionate kiss shared between you both once finally reuniting at the front of the property.

Time isn't at all shy to show you off. Having been married for so many years, it's only natural for his arm to feel most comfortable wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to his side where he can easily connect kisses to your forehead and cheek. If the boys have a problem with it, it's best not to spoil the mood. Perhaps one day they'll understand the intoxicating love that is felt whenever in the presence of their most beloved.

"You just missed Malon and Talon. They went into town for a few deliveries and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon," You explain to your husband while leading the boys to the house. He hums thoughtfully and you don't miss the way he 'subtly' tugs you even closer.

"It’s good timing on our part then. 'wouldn't want to leave you stuck doing all the chores on your own."

"Now Link, you've been off on the road for months. Rest and I'll -"

"- Is there anything I could help with?" A young man from the group pipes in shyly from behind, "I grew up on a ranch myself, so it wouldn't be any bother."

"Oh, no. You boys are our guests. I'd hate to -" You begin, turning to face him with an appreciative smile, however Time is quick to object.

"- Nonsense. They're all capable young men and boys. A little work won't kill them, darling."

"- But -"

"- And it won't kill me, either," He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips where he places a gentle kiss upon your knuckles, "If anything, we could all use the distraction."

"...Well, in that case..."

There is plenty to be done around the farm and you only have two hands of your own, so, aware that you wouldn't win an argument against your husband anyways, you take him up on his offer. The other heroes do seem more than willing, happy to provide their services for tasks that don't involve risking their lives against cruel monsters, you know, minus the cuccos. 

Time and you each take four of the boys with yourselves. While he directs his half to the animals they'll be tending to, you lead yours to the barn, making sure to point out the layout of the ranch along the way so that none get lost when left on their own. 

You're happy to find that they're all very polite, particularly the young man from earlier who remains close on your heels throughout each step. He seems adorably eager to engage in conversation with you, asking many questions and adding comments to whatever you say. It makes sense, you suppose, since he certainly does look to be the small homestead-type based upon his build and knowledge of ranch life.

"You said this is your friend’s ranch. How long have you lived here yourself?”

"Gosh, 'seems like forever. At least since I was ten. It wasn't long before I met Link, I know that."

"You guys have really known each other for that long?"

"Uh-huh...but of course, it doesn't feel that long," You sigh fondly, "'seems like just yesterday we were sitting out there in that pasture as he told me about his home in the forest and all his adventures…Funny how time flies when you're havin' fun."

Speaking of the devil, you spot your husband at the pasture's fence, clearly waiting for you to finish up. Inviting the boys to find you if they have any questions, you leave them to work on the chores they've been assigned while you, yourself, head to join Time.

"Did they give you any trouble?"

"None at all. By the way you made it sound in your letters, I thought they'd be far more troublesome," You cross your arms over the fence, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin, "But maybe you’ve just been too harsh on them."

"You've only spent a few hours with them. Give ‘em a chance and you'll start going gray, too," He rolls his eye, his lack of amusement towards your playful accusation telling you that those boys really must be a handful sometimes. Either way, deny it as he might, you know that look in his eye. Even as he leans here on the fence next to you, he watches the boys work with a softness hidden in his expression. He certainly cares for them.

"...You know, one of them is a descendant of ours," Time mentions casually, breaking you away from your straying thoughts.

"What?" When you look at him, he's still facing the distance, "...You're joking?"

He just smirks, only glancing at you through the corner of his eye.

"You're serious...?" You blink in disbelief before quickly pushing yourself off the fence, "Which one?!"

"Isn't it obvious?"

You place your hands upon your hips, making your own lack of amusement clear now, "There's eight of them. At least give me a hint."

Time pretends to consider your request, but ultimately shakes his head, "...No, I don’t think so. That would ruin the fun of having you guess."

"Liiinnk..." You whine, although even your pout proves ineffective. Your husband merely chuckles as he pushes himself off the fence and begins walking away to resume his chores, "You better not be lying to me!”

"I would never lie to you, my love. I know better than that~"

"I'm going to find out which one it is even if I have to interrogate them all!" You shout after him, huffing when he doesn't reply.

Part of you is tempted to do exactly as you said by confronting each boy until you receive a proper answer, but you also promised the Champion you'd show him the kitchen to start dinner soon. You'd hate to keep him and everyone else waiting with rumbling stomachs, especially if one of them is your descent in question. 

Now truthfully, you do already have a guess in mind - or more so a hope - however it's too early to decide. You'll just have to keep a close eye on them until this evening and if no one sticks out then, you'll be left to force it out of your husband who should really know better than to mess with you like this.

"Hey, I'm back!" It doesn't matter how long he's been away - days, weeks, months - those three words always seem to take a massive amount of weight off of Wild's chest every time, washing over him with a sense of belonging and domestic bliss that replaces all the strict expectations set for being a 'hero'.

"Link!" This feeling is easily reinforced after one look at you. Your glowing smile as you appear at the railing upstairs, his name sounding like honey from your lips…It's automatic for him to drop his heavy bags and weapons beside the door before opening his arms at the bottom of the steps just in time for you to jump over those last few right into his embrace which you’ve both missed so much.

"...Welcome home..." Sometimes that whisper in his ear is enough to make Wild cry. It's such a pleasant sound and reminder that he does, in fact, have a home because as much as he loves sleeping under the stars or following his heart across the vast kingdom of Hyrule, there will never be a day where it doesn't yearn to be beside you.

It's a cute scene to witness - two lovers reunited after so long apart - although the Chain does have a few questions swirling in their minds, namely who the heck are you? A pretty face just casually leaping into the Champion's arms before sharing a heartfelt kiss? They'd be happy for the guy if not for the fact that he has never once mentioned having a lover and you seem far too well acquainted to be a random friend.

"O-Oh, um, hi," You finally take notice of your audience, breaking away from Wild to send them all an awkward smile which they return, some with a few small waves. 

“Oh, these are the guys I’ve been traveling with,” Wild explains, which seems to put you more at ease.

“Nice to meet you all,” You give the group a bashful nod before introducing yourself. Your name does sound vaguely familiar - perhaps having been mentioned in mere passing at some point or another - but the Chain still can’t say they recall Wild ever identifying you as a partner.

“And are you guys…Um…?” Sky gestures between you both, trying to keep his smile from seeming too surprised. He’d hate to offend either of you.

“We’re dating,” You confirm comfortably, looking at Wild with a smile he mirrors as your hands interlock. 

“Dating? As in romantically involved, right?” Four raises an eyebrow, his question catching you off guard. 

“Y-Yes, well, I believe that’s what dating entails -”

“- How’d you manage that?” Legend interrupts, the question directed at Wild while pointing to you with a look of disbelief upon his face. Apparently he doesn’t share Sky’s concern towards delivering any offense…

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It’s just - You never mentioned being in a relationship,” Hyrule mumbles.

Wild is quick to blush and duck his head in embarrassment, his words defensive, “It’s not like any of you asked! I - I just never thought it was important to bring up! It never seemed relevant!”

“He mentioned it to me,” Twilight admits, taking everyone’s attention off the flustered Champion, but only temporarily. 

“See! I could’ve said something and you just didn’t listen! Did you think of that?”

“Or you only told the rancher. You two are always sharing dirty little secrets and leaving the rest of us in the dark.”

This…goes on for a good moment. Rest assured, the argument does eventually subside after Time knocks their heads together allowing you a chance to swiftly change the subject by inviting the boys fully inside your lovely home. From there, you offer to get started on lunch, figuring it will be an excellent opportunity for you to get to know the other heroes better and spend some quality time with your boyfriend who is always quick to relax in the kitchen.

You begin chopping some vegetables while he gets the soup base shimmering, the two of you humming quietly amongst yourselves as you work. Your tranquil smiles and practiced teamwork is enough to make anyone feel jealous of such a strong relationship, although it’s all in good spirits. The other boys hold no resentment towards their friend, instead reflecting his joy as they eagerly tell you stories about their shared adventures in return for some information about yourself.

As it turns out, you’ve grown up in Hateno your whole life and had met Wild rather early in the beginning of his quest to defeat Calamity Ganon. He must’ve made quite the first impression - that or perhaps you took a lot of pity upon his confused state - because you willingly left your small village to help him navigate an unfamiliar Hyrule. Over the course of your journey, you grew close and never really found a good reason to leave each other’s sides even after the kingdom was saved, thus you’ve been together ever since.

“This house had been abandoned for years before we bought it. It’s nice because it’s still a part of Hateno, so we’re close to other people and my family, but far enough back to have our own peace and quiet,” You explain in a dreamy sigh as you turn to look over your home and admire the work you’ve done to this old place. 

“What’s with the construction back there?” Four asks, nodding his head towards the many boxes and tools that block the wall under the staircase.

“We’re adding another room,” Wild answers simply, not taking his attention away from the soup broth that he frowns at because it’s certainly missing something. More salt rock? Maybe a dash of Hylian herb?

Legend scoffs, leaning back against his chair at the table, “How much space do two people really need?”

Wild and you pause, glancing over your shoulders to meet each other’s eyes before going back to your work with flustered smiles. Clearing your throat, you give a shrug, “...Well, the plan is for it to not just be the two of us forever.”

Many of the boys raise eyebrows at this comment, the realization slowly but surely daunting on them. Their faces explode in shades of red once it does.

Time coughs into his fist, the first to break the silence, "...We'll be sure not to keep the Champion away from you for too long then."

Wild nearly gives himself whiplash looking back at Time with what can only be described as a modified expression of betrayal, his face beet red and mouth agape in shock. You'd be lying to say your own face doesn't feel awfully warm, too, although you humor the Old Man’s promise with a laugh, "You better not. This kingdom’s already demanded too much of his time away from home.”

Four has never been one for unnecessary fanfare, especially not in regards to his personal life. With that said, while he doesn’t mind discussing the intimate details of who he is outside of his role as a hero, he also doesn’t typically go out of his way to spill his guts about it either which is precisely why it took the Chain so long to find out about you.

Their friend had been rather vague as to where he was leading them after arriving in his Hyrule. They had already met his grandfather and even spent some time helping with chores, but Four insisted there was at least one more stop he wished to make before hitting the road again so that he could - get this - drop off a book for ‘someone’...

Now, being entirely honest, the Chain did internally judge his priorities just a bit, but they also weren’t about to kick up a fuss over it. Although Four failed to specify the identity of this mysterious ‘someone’, the other heroes simply assumed them to be an old friend, the gifted book acting as a mere excuse for Four to see them again. It’s only natural for a Link to begin missing his loved ones after adventuring for so long, and their resident smith must reeeally love you if that kiss you share is any indication. 

It happens so quickly that the other boys can barely process what their eyes bear witness to. One moment Four had been standing at the doorstep, book in hand as he assured everyone once again that his visit wasn’t going to take long. Then the door opened to an attractive stranger and next thing anyone knew, their Smithy was standing on his toes locking lips with said stranger - And with no hesitation whatsoever! 

“Link! It’s good to see you…Are these your friends?” You ask the question in such a casual manner as if it’s just an everyday occurrence for your boyfriend to randomly return with a whole new entourage behind him after months of being away.

“Yes. I’d tell you their names, but you know them already,” Four replies with a similarly calm demeanor, although his smile is now much more pronounced than it had been on the walk over, “Everyone here is named ‘Link’.”

“Easy enough to remember,” Even that information doesn’t seem to faze you beyond an intrigued eyebrow raise.

You’re quick to introduce yourself, not only by name, but also by the important title of being Four’s partner. Again, there’s no hesitation towards this establishment and he doesn’t so much as blink at hearing it, showing that this definitely isn’t a recent development for either of you. That little shit’s been dating you for a while, hasn’t he?! They should’ve known something was up seeing how annoyed he got following some of the other boys’ attempts at setting him up with a flirtatious local in the last visited town!

“It’s nice to meet you all. Link - Well, my Link has mentioned you in his letters before, so I was curious if our paths would ever cross.”

“Really? Cause he didn’t mention you at all…” Legend mumbles before getting elbowed roughly by Twilight.

“Will you all be staying? I can make tea or something -”

“- No. We’re only passing by so that I could give you this,” Four turns down your offer while handing you the book he’s been carrying around practically all day. How easily he’s able to do this surprises the Chain further, after all, most would jump at the chance to spend more time with their beloved. Surely just a few measly minutes can’t be enough to fill his quarter around you, can it?

“Ah, come on! You’re just going to introduce us and leave? That’s no way to treat a lover,” Warrior shames through a mischievous smirk. 

“We have a job to do. I wouldn’t want to delay us any longer than needed,” Four narrows his eyes at the Captain in return, yet that doesn’t stop the rest of the Chain from looking to Time who eventually sighs under the pressure of their gazes.

“...It would be rude to simply leave as suddenly as we came. I suppose there’s no harm in staying a short while - only if we are welcomed, of course.”

“Wonderful! I’ll get started on that tea then!” Four grimaces while the Chain cheers and enters your home without needing any more of an invite. Noticing his dampened mood, you place a hand on his shoulder and frown, “Do you not want to stay? I wouldn’t be upset -”

“- Of course, I want to stay,” He sighs, his hand quickly placing itself over your own, “I’ve missed you, I just don’t want them embarrassing me. They can be a bit…much sometimes.”

You chuckle, gently leading him inside, “They can’t be that bad, can they?”

“Hey Smithy! Why didn’t you say anything about having a lover before? After all we’ve been through together, too; we should be hurt!”

“...Can they?” Four deflates, and your smile turns more sympathetic. 

“Was it supposed to be a big secret?” Hyrule asks innocently, followed by Warrior’s scoff.

“I hope you aren't ashamed of them now.”

Four huffs in offense at that last comment, crossing his arms while shifting his weight to one side, “No, I’m not ashamed of them, and it was never a secret, it’s just that none of you ever asked. What was I supposed to do? Randomly start going on and on about my love life as we all ate around the campfire?”

“The Captain has no problem doing it,” Wild mocks, earning an insulted glare.

Hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, Four rolls his eyes sarcastically, “This is my partner and I love them…There, you guys know now. Happy?”

“But we still don’t know any details!” Shy whines, “Like, how’d you guys meet? How long have you been together?”

“Are you married? Do you want to be?”

…Dear Hylia, Four can already feel a headache coming on. Seeing his plight, you go ahead and answer the questions for yourself, “I’m afraid it’s not that interesting of a story. We grew up together and were always close until one day, we simply decided our relationship was more romantic than platonic. That was about a year or so ago. Not sure if we’re going to get married anytime soon since we’re still pretty young…but it’s a nice thought for the future.”

“You seem to have a very comfortable life here,” Time acknowledges, having a look around your home which is cozy and filled with books, many having been gifts from your boyfriend who has always made a point of bringing at least one back after each of his adventures.

“Laidback and uneventful in the best way possible,” Is how someone else describes it, “We can see why you’d like our Smith then.”

“True,” You snort before sharing an amused smirk with Four, “Although he can be quite the handful sometimes.”

The boys raise their eyebrows, not certain what you're alluding to. The Smith a handful? Are you certain you're talking about the same guy now, or does he have a secret polar-opposite twin hiding around here somewhere? Now that’s an actual secret he won’t be telling them anytime soon.

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Summaries under the cut

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When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

Miranda is an ordinary sixth grader, until she starts receiving mysterious messages from somebody who knows all about her, including things that have not even happened yet. Each message brings her closer to believing that only she can prevent a tragic death. Until the final note makes her think she’s too late.

The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss

Swept off course by a raging storm, a Swiss pastor, his wife, and their four young sons are shipwrecked on an uncharted tropical island. Thus begins the classic story of survival and adventure that has fired the imaginations of readers since it first appeared in 1812. With optimism and boundless enthusiasm, the Robinson family undertakes the extraordinary task of constructing a home for themselves and exploring the primitive island filled with strange and beautiful creatures and exotic fruits and plants. Rich in action and suspense, The Swiss Family Robinson  is an exhilarating novel takes us to a faraway place of danger and beauty, where the courageous Robinson family embarks on a thrilling new life of adventure and discovery.

The Indian in the Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks

At first, Omri is unimpressed with the plastic Indian toy he is given for his birthday. But when he puts it in his old cupboard and turns the key, something extraordinary happens that will change Omri's life for ever.

For Little Bear, the Iroquois Indian brave, comes to life...

The Belgariad by David Eddings

Myths tell of the ancient wars of Gods and men, and a powerful object - the Orb - that ended the bloodshed. As long as it was held by the line of Riva, it would assure the peace.

But a dark force has stolen the Orb, and the prophecies tell of war.

Young farm boy Garion knows nothing of myth or fate. But then the mysterious Old Storyteller visits his aunt, and they embark on a sudden journey. Pursued by evil forces, with only a small band of companions they can trust, Garion begins to doubt all he thought he knew...

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

Through six turbulent months of 1934, 17-year-old Cassandra Mortmain keeps a journal, filling three notebooks with sharply funny yet poignant entries about her home, a ruined Suffolk castle, and her eccentric and penniless family. By the time the last diary shuts, there have been great changes in the Mortmain household, not the least of which is that Cassandra is deeply, hopelessly, in love.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton

Beneath the kitchen floor is the world of the Borrowers -- Pod and Homily Clock and their daughter, Arrietty. In their tiny home, matchboxes double as roomy dressers and postage stamps hang on the walls like paintings. Whatever the Clocks need they simply "borrow" from the "human beans" who live above them. It's a comfortable life, but boring if you're a kid. Only Pod is allowed to venture into the house above, because the danger of being seen by a human is too great. Borrowers who are seen by humans are never seen again. Yet Arrietty won't listen. There is a human boy up there, and Arrietty is desperate for a friend.

Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan

Esperanza thought she'd always live with her family on their ranch in Mexico--she'd always have fancy dresses, a beautiful home, and servants. But a sudden tragedy forces Esperanza and Mama to flee to California during the Great Depression, and to settle in a camp for Mexican farm workers. Esperanza isn't ready for the hard labor, financial struggles, or lack of acceptance she now faces. When their new life is threatened, Esperanza must find a way to rise above her difficult circumstances--Mama's life, and her own, depend on it.

The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

Two orphaned children are on the run, hiding among the crumbling canals and misty alleyways of the city of Venice.

Befriended by a gang of street children and their mysterious leader, the Thief Lord, they shelter in an old, disused cinema. On their trail is a bungling detective, obsessed with disguises and the health of his pet tortoises. But a greater threat to the boys' new-found freedom is something from a forgotten past – a beautiful magical treasure with the power to spin time itself.

Dork Diaries by Renee Russel

Nikki Maxwell is not popular, in fact Nikki Maxwell is the opposite of popular; she's a total dork! But Nikki's hoping that by moving to a new school she might just stand a chance of making some friends and leaving her old lame-ways in the past. But life is never that simple... Follow Nikki's life through sketches, doodles and diary entries as she starts her new school, battles with her mum for an iPhone and meets her arch-nemisis, the school's queen bee, Mackenzie.

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The Lucky Ones

Teen Reader x Teen Natasha!Romanoff (though this is mostly Natasha and Yelena)

Based on The Last of Us

Summary: In a world ravaged by chaos and uncertainty, two siblings must navigate an apocalyptic landscape.

Note: I have been looking back at this story and i think I'm going to continue it soo but for now its a one shot!

In the quiet peacefulness of an ordinary day, a sense of foreboding stirred, unseen and unfelt by those going about their seemingly mundane lives. Natasha Romanoff, a young teen with a resolute stride, walked down the crowded streets. Her headphones were securely nestled in her ears, Led Zeppelin weaving through her thoughts, offering a temporary escape from the world around her. She’s on her way to pick up her younger sister from elementary school. A task she takes seriously.

As Natasha strolled along, she noticed subtle differences in the city. There was an air of quiet tension. People moved with purpose, their expressions carrying traces of weariness and vigilance. Yet, amidst the unease, life continued.

The familiar school building came into view, its doors welcoming the influx of students eager to embrace the freedom of the day's end. Natasha's steps quickened, anticipation bubbling within her. She navigated through the sea of children and parents until her eyes met Yelena's.

Yelena, a bundle of energy, bounced on her toes as she chatted animatedly with her friends on the school steps. Her sparkling eyes danced with excitement, and her bouncy golden curls framed her cherubic face. She gestured with enthusiasm, her small hands punctuating her words with childlike energy.

"Guess what, guys?" Yelena exclaimed. "My big sister, Natasha, is going to take me to my favorite toy store for my birthday today. Then my Mama’s going to make me a cake. Natasha’s the best. She’s a high schooler. She even has a boyfriend too.”

Her friends gathered around, captivated by Yelena's tales of her awe-inspiring sibling. Their eyes widened in awe as Yelena recounted stories of her sister.

"She can drive a car too sometimes," Yelena continued, her voice rising with each word. "She doesn’t have a license though. She can climb walls and…”

Yelena's friends exchanged wide-eyed glances, their fascination evident as they absorbed every word she shared. They bombarded her with questions, eager to learn more about Natasha's remarkable adventures.

"My big brother plays football,” Jonny Cash, a kid from Yelena’s first-grade class began to brag about his sibling.

“Natasha could do that too if she wanted,” Yelena turned her nose up at the boy. She turns her gaze to Natasha standing a few feet away. The older girl waves at her and Yelena smiles.

She bid her friends bid her goodbye. Yelena beamed with pride, her heart full of love for her extraordinary sister.

With a skip in her step, Yelena made her way over to Natasha, a clear smile on her face. She couldn't wait to share more stories of Natasha's bravery, inspiring her friends with the wonder and magic that surrounded her incredible sibling. Tomorrow she’d have more stories to tell.

“Hi, Nattie,” Yelena bounces.

"Hey, how was your day?" Natasha asked, her voice filled with warmth and genuine interest.

Yelena's eyes sparkled with youthful energy as she launched into a whirlwind of stories and anecdotes, recounting the adventures of the day. Natasha listened intently, her heart swelling with love for her spirited sibling.

As they walked side by side through the familiar neighborhood, Natasha's eyes subtly scanned their surroundings. Buildings held remains of graffiti and posters.

Yelena clung to Natasha's hand as they walked. She leaned in looking up to Natasha. "Nattie, are we going to the bakery and the toy store like you promised?”

Natasha paused for a moment a confused look on her face. “I never promised both.”

“But I want both,” Yelena argued. “It’s my birthday. We have to.”

“I don’t have enough for it,” Natasha sighed. “Mom’s supposed to be home tonight. She’s baking you one or something.”

“For real this time?” Yelena’s eyes lit up. Their mother’s busy schedule as a waitress barely left room for the three of them to spend time together. She worked double shifts several days a week just to make ends meet. This often left Natasha in charge of her younger sister. Natasha wouldn’t tell Yelena that she had no faith that her mother would be there. She’s used to it by now.

"Let’s stop by the diner," Natasha suggested at Yelena’s excitement. “Maybe Mom will have something waiting for you.”

“Yes, please,” Yelena gripped Natasha’s hand a little tighter as they crossed the street. Her sister’s happy spirit was contagious and she found herself laughing at all of Yelena’s jokes.

As Natasha and Yelena walked down streets toward the diner, a delicious smell wafted through the air, drawing their attention to a small, quaint building nestled among the busy streets. Yelena's eyes lit up with recognition, and she tugged excitedly at Natasha's sleeve.

"Natasha, we’re here,” Yelena cheered.

“I see,” Natasha muttered.

She smiled at her younger sister's eagerness, Yelena could always make her happy. She trailed behind as she allowed Yelena to lead the way.

The diner's neon sign flickered with a gentle hum as Natasha and Yelena stepped through the entrance, their presence immediately enveloped by a wave of familiarity. The sounds of cheerful chatter and clinking dishes mingled with soft melodies playing from an old-school jukebox in the corner.

Their mother, Melina, a picture of grace and warmth, moved swiftly among the tables, her smile radiating genuine care for the customers she served. As her eyes met Natasha and Yelena's, a glow of joy and surprise illuminated her features.

"Natasha! Yelena!" Melina exclaimed, momentarily abandoning her duties to embrace her daughters. "What a wonderful surprise!"

Yelena beamed, her excitement contagious. "Mommy, we came to say hello. Aren’t you glad to see us?”

“I’m so happy to see you,” Melina kissed Natasha before she kneeled to kiss Yelena on the cheek. “How are you today? My birthday girl.”

“I’m so good,” Yelena grinned. “We did a birthday song at school today. My teacher also let me be the leader for clean-up time. I like being the boss.”

“Is that so?” Melina questioned as she smiled proudly. Melina's laughter filled the air as she guided Natasha and Yelena to an empty booth. She slipped out of her waitress apron and joined them, their presence creating a brief respite from the busy world outside.

Melina's eyes shimmered with maternal pride as she listened to Yelena's animated tales of school and friendships. Natasha chimed in occasionally, adding her anecdotes and laughter to the mix. The bond between the three girls radiated with love and support, creating a sanctuary within the bustling diner. Soon enough, Melina would have to go back to working bussing tables and filling coffees. Ever so often she would glance at the tv displayed high on a wall in the back of the diner. The news was on but she wasn’t paying much attention to it.

Suddenly, the tinkling of the entrance bell drew their attention, and their conversation halted momentarily. A figure stepped from the doorway, tall and robust. It was Alexei, Yelena's father, and Melina's estranged husband.

Natasha's expression tightened slightly as she caught sight of him, her guard instinctively rising. Memories of his absence and broken promises flooded her mind, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. However, she remained composed, and determined to protect her family.

Alexei stood tall, a commanding presence in the room, his broad shoulders emphasizing his physical strength. A few days' worths of scruff adorned his square jaw, adding a rugged edge to his otherwise clean-cut appearance. His weathered features spoke of a life filled with experiences, both triumphant and challenging.

There was an air of rugged masculinity that surrounded him, an aura that hinted at a life lived on the edge. Despite the roughness around the edges, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze, a vulnerability that hinted at the fractures within his soul.

Alexei's voice, deep and resonant, held a magnetic quality that drew attention. “There are my girls!” He bellowed. Yelena looked up, her eyes widening in surprise before she climbed over Natasha’s lap to jump into his arms. He planted kisses all over her face, causing her to belly laugh, as he slid into the booth beside Melina. On the outside, they looked like the picture-perfect family but Natasha knew better. Alexei was a complex figure, a man defined by his past actions yet yearning for redemption. His presence in the diner stirred emotions, leaving a palpable sense of unease and curiosity in the air.

“Yelena, happy birthday," Alexei greeted with a voice that held a tinge of remorse and hope. His eyes scanned the booth, searching for acknowledgment. He kissed Melina’s cheek before he turned his attention to Natasha. “Hello, Natasha.”

Melina's face softened, a mixture of surprise and wariness etched on her features. Yelena's eyes widened, torn between excitement and uncertainty as she looked over to Natasha for approval. Natasha, her gaze fixed on Alexei, maintained a composed yet distant demeanor.

“Hey,” She said quietly. She would rather be anywhere but here right now.

"Thank you, Alexei," Melina responded cautiously, her tone laced with lingering pain. "It's been a while."

As Alexei sat at the edge of the booth, his presence was a reminder of both the love lost and the complexities of family ties. He attempted to break the ice, his voice filled with a mix of regret and longing.

"I've missed so much, haven't I? You’re so big," Alexei smiled as he tickled Yelena. She giggled, tucking her chin into her chest, as she moved in his lap.

“I’m six now,” Yelena held up six fingers for him to see. “I’m so glad you could come, Daddy.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world.”

Natasha's jaw tightened, her eyes piercing as she met his gaze. "Really? I can count a few you did.”

“Natasha,” Melina scolded her daughter. Natasha rolled her eyes.

Yelena's brows furrowed as she looked between her sister and father, sensing the tension. Her voice, filled with childlike innocence, pierced the moment.

"But it's my birthday. Can't we all just be happy for once?"

Melina sighed, torn between protecting her daughters and the yearning for a sense of wholeness. She reached out, her hand gently resting on Yelena's, her touch offering reassurance.

"Natasha, come with me,” Melina left no room for argument. She waited for Alexei to slip out of the booth to stand. Natasha reluctantly stood too.

“Daddy, Natasha’s going to take me to the toy store,” Yelena began to speak animatedly. She told him about all of the things she wanted and what they were going to get.

Across the diner, Melina leads Natasha to the kitchen where she hands her a few freshly made plates.

“These go to table three,” Melina instructed as she balanced a few plates in her hand.

“Mom, we need to talk about Alexei,” Natasha began. Melina didn’t seem to be hearing her. She followed her mother to table three where they placed the dishes in front of their respective customer. “Would you like ketchup or anything with that?”

“Ma?” Natasha begged.

At the guest's denial, Melina kept moving, picking up dishes, taking them to the kitchen, and returning to the counter where two cakes were. No doubt they were from this morning, having sat out in the glass containers all day.

“Mom, you can’t be serious,” Natasha gestured over to where her sister and Alexei were having a thumb war. If she didn’t know any better she would say they were having fun.

“Natasha, please,” Melina opened the container. Her voice filled with exasperation and annoyance. “It’s her birthday. He’s her dad. Yours too.”

“He’s only my dad because you don’t know who mine is,” Natasha points out and Melina looks at her with a disapproving stare. “Okay, fine. It’s whatever. You might want to remind him he’s her father when he’s not answering her calls every night. I have to deal with her crying not you.”

“Alexei is trying, Natasha.” Melina sighs. “Take it for what it is and give him a chance. Do you want cake?” She asks as she cuts two slices of vanilla cake with white frosting.

“Sure,” Natasha shrugs. “Promise me when he leaves again you won’t fall apart.”

“This slice is incredibly big compared to the other one,” Melina distractedly surveys the cake slices. She pauses, looking at Natasha, and sighing. “I promise baby. I won’t fall apart. I’m stronger than that.” She kisses Natasha’s forehead. “You worry too much. You’re barely sixteen.”

“You don’t worry enough,” Natasha rolls her eyes. “Are you going to be home in time for cake?”

“I get off in an hour,” Melina finds clean forks for them. “I’m coming straight home. Have the oven ready for me.”

“Did you already buy the cake stuff?” Natasha questions. “You’re giving her double cake. She’s going to have a sugar rush.”

“I’ll buy it on the way home.” Melina waves her off.

“Can Steve come over?” Natasha tries. “He’ll sleep in the living room I promise.” It’s not like she asked any other time but with her mother home earlier than usual she would need to.

“Are you having sex with this boy?” Melina narrows her eyes. “Do I need to put you on birth control?”

“What? Mom, no,” Natasha pushes the hair behind her ears. “Steve and I are in the most platonic relationship I’ve ever seen. Trust me.”

“Kids these days,” Melina shakes her head. She grabs both slices of cake and walks back to the table where Yelena is waiting. “Don’t touch it yet I have to get candles!” Melina instructs the girls as she disappears behind the counter again. Natasha sits reluctantly across from her sister and surrogate father. She remembers being that age and Alexei holding her like that. She hates to admit that she misses it. She hates to admit that she’s missed him.

“So, I take it your mom told you I’m moving back in?” Alexei asked. Yelena lets out a gasp. Natasha frowns.

“You’re moving back in?” Yelena questioned. Natasha’s jaw ticks in anger. She can’t believe this.

“I’m leaving,” Natasha stands just as Melina comes back with the candles. She gathers up her backpack, her jacket, and her headphones. “Let’s go, Yelena.” She instructs.

“What? Nattie, I want cake.” Yelena pouts.

“Fine, you can have cake but I’m going straight home,” Natasha warns her. Which would mean no toy store. Yelena deflates.

“I could take her,” Alexei offers.

“No,” Natasha shakes her head.

“Yeah sorry Daddy, it’s my thing with Natasha,” Yelene slides from her father’s lap. “We’re going to have cake at home right?”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighs. She’s not purposely being this mean on her sister’s birthday. She just needs to get out of here.

“Bye, Daddy,” Yelena waves to her father. Alexei looks to Melina for help but she says nothing. She knows their bond is oftentimes worth more than her authority. If Natasha was leaving, so was Yelena.

"I love you girls," Melina calls to them.

"Love you too," Natasha replies automatically.

********************************** As Natasha and Yelena strolled through the city streets once again, their destination led them to a vibrant toy store adorned with colorful displays and joyful music that made Natasha want to puke. Yelena's eyes danced with excitement as she tugged at Natasha's hand, eager to explore the aisles of wonder that awaited them.

The atmosphere inside the store buzzed with laughter and playful chatter. Children's laughter echoed through the aisles, blending harmoniously with the tinkling sound of toys being tested and admired.

Yet, amidst the cheerful ambiance, a shadow cast over Natasha's features as she thought of the recent encounter with Alexei. She doesn’t understand why she allowed him to make her so mad and get under her skin. He was an idiot who cheated on her mom and left her with two young kids. He’s an asshole in her book and she never wanted to see him again.

The memories of broken promises and shattered trust surged within Natasha's mind, fueling the flames of her anger. She felt the weight of disappointment press upon her, as the wounds of abandonment resurfaced. At that moment, the joyful surroundings of the toy store seemed to blur, eclipsed by the storm brewing within her.

Yelena's infectious excitement filled the air as she tugged at Natasha's hand, oblivious to the emotional turmoil brewing within her sister. Her voice filled with enthusiasm, eager to share her latest toy discovery.

"Nattie, look! They have all sorts of dolls here. Can we get them, please?" Yelena pleaded, her eyes sparkling with innocent delight.

Natasha's gaze shifted from a random shelf to Yelena to Yelena, her features softening momentarily as she met her sister's gaze. She struggled to contain her emotions, recognizing the need to shield Yelena from the anger that gripped her heart.

"Of course, Yelena," Natasha replied, her voice strained yet gentle. "Let's find your favorite doll. Which one do you like.”

Yelena's eyes sparkled with delight as she perused the colorful shelves, her small fingers carefully grazing each toy as she sought out the perfect one. Her attention was drawn to a particular doll, nestled among the rows of plush companions and action figures.

The doll Yelena selected stood out from the rest, radiating an air of enchantment. It had a delicate porcelain face with rosy cheeks, framed by cascading curls of golden hair. The doll wore an elegant, flowing dress adorned with intricate lace and shimmering ribbons. Its eyes, painted with meticulous detail, seemed to hold a touch of magic as if they whispered secrets known only to those who believed.

As Yelena cradled the doll in her hands, a smile of pure joy graced her lips. She felt an immediate connection to this ethereal toy, captivated by its beauty and the endless possibilities it represented. It was more than just a doll—it was a vessel for dreams, a companion to share whispered secrets with, and a source of comfort during even the darkest of nights.

The doll's presence seemed to exude a gentle warmth as if it possessed a soul that longed to be cherished and loved. Yelena imagined the adventures they would embark upon together, the stories they would create, and the bond that would grow stronger with each passing day.

With tender reverence, Yelena cradled the doll close to her chest, a symbol of the innocence and wonder that resided within her. She knew that this doll would become her steadfast companion, a source of solace and joy in a world that often felt uncertain.

As Yelena turned to Natasha, her eyes gleamed with excitement, her voice filled with anticipation. "Natasha, look! Isn't she beautiful? She's the one!”

Natasha's gaze softened as she observed the doll in Yelena's arms. She recognized the significance it held for her sister—the promise of imagination and companionship that transcended the hardships they faced. With a warm smile, she nodded, affirming Yelena's choice.

"Okay," Natasha replied, her voice gentle yet filled with sisterly affection. "Let’s take her home.”

Despite her efforts to suppress her anger, a flicker of pain flashed across Natasha's eyes as she watched Yelena's joyous exploration of the toy store. The presence of Alexei loomed in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the void he had left in their lives.

As they moved through the aisles, Natasha's grip on Yelena's hand tightened, a silent pledge to protect her younger sister from the disappointment and heartache that had plagued their past. She resolved to shield Yelena's innocence, determined to create a haven of love and stability amidst the chaos that life had thrust upon them.

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The girls arrived in their neighborhood just before sundown. As Natasha and Yelena approached their home, nestled in a cozy suburb of New York City, their steps slowed as they spotted their neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt, standing in their front yard. Mrs. Schmidt, a kind-hearted woman with silver-streaked hair, waved at them with a warm smile.

"Natasha, Yelena, welcome back! How was your day?" Mrs. Schmidt called out, her voice carrying the genuine affection she held for the two sisters.

Yelena's eyes lit up at the sight of their neighbors, and she tugged at Natasha's hand, urging her to stop and chat. Fanny, the Schmidts' energetic golden retriever, bounded toward them with a wagging tail, her excitement evident as she barked happily.

"Hi, Mrs. Schmidt! We had a great day! Look at the doll I got! Isn't she pretty?" Yelena exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she proudly displayed the doll she had carefully chosen.

Mrs. Schmidt's eyes twinkled as she marveled at the doll. "Oh, Yelena, she's absolutely beautiful! You have such great taste. I'm sure she'll be the perfect companion for all your adventures."

Natasha, standing by Yelena's side, observed the warm interaction with a hint of a smile. She appreciated Mrs. Schmidt's genuine interest in their lives and the sense of community they shared.

“Sit, Fanny,” Yelena commanded as the energetic animal bounced around her. Almost on cue, Fanny sits patiently at Yelena’s feet though her tail never stops wagging.

Mr. Schmidt, a tall and gentle man with a kind face, joined the conversation, his voice resonating with warmth. "Yelena, you always have a way of making her listen. Maybe we should let her live with you half the time.”

“Oh, I would love that.” Yelena clapped excitedly.

“Mom would never let us.” Natasha chuckles.

“You could convince her,” Yelena shrugs. “Fanny’s my best friend in the whole world. Besides you Natasha. Isn't that right?”

Before Yelena could finish her sentence, Fanny, the exuberant golden retriever, bounded forward, her tail wagging furiously. Yelena dropped to her knees, giggling with delight as Fanny showered her with slobbery kisses, her excitement matching Yelena's infectious energy.

Natasha watched the joyful scene unfold, her heart warmed by the familiar sights and sounds that greeted them.

“Would you guys like to stay for dinner? We’re having pot pie?”Mrs. Schmidt offered.

“Oh, no thank you,” Natasha declines. “My mom’s going to be home soon and I think she’s bringing food for us.”

“It’s my birthday, remember?”

“Oh, I remember, I have a gift for you actually,” Mrs. Schmidt rushes into the house to bring back a small, sparkly piece of jewelry. Yelena’s eyes widened in surprise. The charm bracelet designed for a child was a delicate treasure, crafted with care and whimsy. Each link of the bracelet was made of polished silver, shimmering in the light and exuding a sense of playfulness.

Dangling from the bracelet were an array of tiny, enchanting charms, each representing a unique memory or aspiration. Among the charms, there was a miniature star, sparkling with tiny rhinestones, symbolizing dreams and the limitless possibilities that lay ahead.

“Thank you,” Yelena cheered as she held out her wrist for the woman to put it on. It was a few inches too big for her and it slid up her forearm just slightly. “This is such a cool present, thank you, Mrs. Schmidt.” Yelena moved forward to hug the woman.

She has had an incredible birthday so far.

“Okay, Yelena, say goodbye to Fanny and the Schmidts,” Natasha instructs. They all say their goodbyes before the girls head into the house.

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As the evening wore on, Natasha's concern deepened when her repeated calls to their mom, went unanswered. The woman had mysteriously gone silent, leaving a growing sense of unease in Natasha's heart. The clock ticked closer to Yelena's bedtime, and Natasha knew they couldn't afford to wait any longer.

With a furrowed brow, she reached for her phone once again, fingers trembling slightly as she dialed their mom's number. The anticipation built with each ringing tone, only to be met with the disheartening sound of voicemail once more. It was as if their mom had disappeared into thin air.

“Fuck,” Natasha cursed under her breath, “Don’t do this now Mom.” Natasha breathed into the phone before slamming it down onto the counter.

Yelena, perched on the couch nearby, sensed Natasha's growing worry and looked up with wide, questioning eyes. "Natasha, where's Mom? Why isn't she answering?"

Natasha forced a reassuring smile, masking her apprehension. "Don't worry, Yelena. Mom probably just got caught up at work. Let's give her a little more time, okay?"

But deep down, Natasha's instincts told her that something wasn't right. As the minutes stretched on, Natasha felt her annoyance grow. For one night she needed her parents to act like parents.

“I want cake,” Yelena sighed.

“I’m sorry, sunshine,” Natasha began to look through the cabinets. “I know I promised you cake. We don’t have anything here that even resembles a cake.” She turned to look at Yelena’s pouting face.

Just as she contemplated her next move, a soft knock sounded at the door. Natasha's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of hope and uncertainty flooding her senses. With cautious steps, she made her way to the entrance and peeked through the peephole, finding a familiar face on the other side.

It was Steve. Natasha hesitated for a moment, then opened the door to let him in. She forgot she’d invited him over.

"Hey, I’m here for the birthday girl,” Steve smiled widely. He kissed Natasha on the lips before stepping around her to greet Yelena.

"I guess I’m chopped liver,” Natasha muttered as she watched Steve pick Yelena up and toss her in the air. Yelena’s loud and excited shrieks warmed her heart.

“I got you something,” Steve smiles mischievously as he sets Yelena down on her feet.

“What is it?” Yelena bounces excitedly.

“Skittles,” Steve passes her her very own bag of Skittles. “Happy Birthday.”

“Cool,” Yelena nods. She takes the bag and walks over to the couch to sit. “I’m glad you brought me something, Steve.”

“Thank you,” Natasha expresses her gratitude.

“Where is everyone?” Steve looks around.

“You’re looking at them,” Natasha shrugs. “Mom is late as always. Which means I have to feed and get this little one to bed all on my own.”

“Not on your own, you have me,” Steve walks towards the kitchen. “I’m a great cook. I’ll make anything you like.”

“Spaghetti?” Yelena raises a brow. “I like that.”

“Spaghetti it is then.” Steve washes his hands. Natasha watches him, a hint of amusement on her face, as the boy entertains Yelena and listens to all of her stories. He’s a great friend.

The night goes on without a hitch. They eat dinner together like a family. Natasha doesn’t even worry about Melina and what she’s doing. She would make the best night for Yelena. After the little girl’s bath, they read her books and send her off to bed.

Natasha watches cartoons with Steve until they crawl into her bed together. She lies her head on Steve’s chest, tracing patterns over his stomach, as she talks.

“I want better for her,” Natasha sighs. “I’ll be in college in a few years and Yelena will be stuck with them. I want her to stay with me somehow. My mom is taken absent-minded to take care of her.”

“I think you’re a great big sister,” Steve nods. “She’s lucky to have you.”

“Sometimes I think I'm the lucky one,” Natasha mutters. She falls asleep on Steve’s chest with a promise to herself that she would do right by Yelena.

*********************************************** Natasha's eyes fluttered open in the darkness of her bedroom, her senses immediately heightened by the disarray that surrounded her. The piercing sound of Fanny's frantic barking echoed through the stillness of the night, piercing the air with a sense of urgency. The persistent howls tugged at Natasha's heart, urging her to action. She sat up, her hands rustling through the tangled sheets for her phone. It’s not here. She taps on Steve’s shoulder beside her. He groans in annoyance but opens her eyes when she doesn’t stop.

“What’s going on?” Steve breathed. He blinked to adjust to the darkness, eyeing her figure, before looking towards the window.

With a mixture of concern and confusion, Natasha swung her legs over the edge of the bed and hurriedly made her way to the window. “I don’t know,” Natasha replied softly. As she peered outside, her breath caught in her throat. The scene that greeted her was one of chaos and foreboding.

The broken streetlight cast eerie shadows, its flickering glow struggling to penetrate the darkness. It created a disjointed mosaic of light and shadow that seemed to dance ominously on the deserted streets. The absence of illumination left Natasha with a growing sense of unease as if a cloak of uncertainty had descended upon their once familiar neighborhood.

“Why is Fanny outside?” She questioned aloud.

“She's probably just taking a late-night potty break,” Steve offered. It didn’t make Natasha feel any better. Something was wrong. She moves to slip on a sweater and her sneakers. She leaves the room, stopping at Yelena’s room first to see the little girl still fast asleep. She walks through the house, noting all of the lights are still off, and no signs of life, as she makes her way down the stairs. Her mom hasn’t come home. Natasha follows the barking to find a surprising sight. She opens the front door, utterly confused, as Fanny stands in the front yard.

Fanny, the loyal golden retriever, stood just outside the front door, her fur bristling and tail held high, barking incessantly into the night. Her protective instincts were on full display, sensing a threat that Natasha couldn't yet comprehend.

As Natasha's eyes scanned the surroundings, she noticed the signs of disturbance. Abandoned bicycles lay strewn haphazardly on the sidewalks, their wheels spinning aimlessly as if left in haste. A scattering of fallen leaves and scattered debris hinted at a commotion that had recently taken place.

The distant echoes of sirens wailed through the air, signaling a heightened state of emergency. It was as if the tranquility of their once peaceful neighborhood had been shattered, replaced by an unsettling sense of vulnerability and fear.

Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the chaotic scene unfolding before her. She couldn't shake the nagging worry that something had gone wrong, that danger lurked in the shadows just beyond her reach. With every passing second, her concern for her mom deepened, amplifying the urgency of the situation. “Fanny, Fanny, come,” Natasha instructed the dog. Fanny, ever the loyal companion, stops her barking to come to stand by Natasha’s side. Natasha kneels, feeling the unease radiating from the panting dog, and she pulls her gently by the collar to come inside with them. “Why are you outside? Where are your parents?” Natasha asked rhetorically. She looks behind her to see Yelena’s now awake too.

“Nattie? Why is Fanny here?” Yelena bounds down the stairs with Steve in tow.

“I don’t know but I’m going to go and see what’s wrong,” Natasha sighs. “Maybe she broke out of the backyard and they’re looking for her.” Natasha hopes this would be quick. This night was getting weirder by the second. “You’re supposed to be back in bed. We still have school tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Yelena says as she sits on the couch. She was too wired to fall asleep now. Natasha walks over to the junk drawer, finding an old leash from her days of walking Fanny, to clip it onto the dog’s collar. She instructs Steve to stay with Yelena as she walks through the grass to the other house.

As Natasha guided Fanny on a leash, the air was thick with anticipation, carrying a sense of urgency that fueled her steps. The dimly lit street seemed unusually quiet, amplifying the unease that nestled within her chest. The flickering glow of the broken streetlight cast eerie shadows along the deserted sidewalk, adding an eerie touch to the scene.

Approaching the Schmidt's house, Natasha's pace quickened, her heart pounding in her ears. But as she reached the familiar porch, a sinking feeling settled within her as she realized something was amiss. The house stood dark and empty, devoid of the warmth and life it usually exuded.

A sense of foreboding washed over Natasha, her grip on Fanny's leash tightening instinctively. She glanced around, searching for any signs of life, but all she found was an unsettling silence that seemed to wrap itself around her like a suffocating shroud.

She tentatively stepped forward, calling out, "Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt? Is anyone home?" Her voice hung in the air, carried away by the stillness that enveloped the neighborhood.

Fanny, ever perceptive, let out a low whine, her tail drooping in sync with Natasha's growing unease. The absence of familiar greetings and friendly faces gnawed at Natasha's core, filling her mind with unanswered questions.

Natasha cautiously approached the front door, her hand trembling as she reached for the doorknob. It yielded easily under her touch, granting her access to the silent emptiness beyond.

As Natasha stepped into the house, a chill crawled up her spine. The living room lay deserted, devoid of the vibrant energy that typically infused the space. The absence of Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt's comforting presence heightened her concern, their absence echoing through the walls.

A sudden gust of wind rustled the curtains, causing Natasha to startle. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any clues, any indication of what might have transpired. But all she found was an eerie stillness, broken only by the sound of her racing heartbeat.

Natasha's mind raced, her thoughts swirling with worry and possibilities. What had happened to the Schmidts? Where had they gone? Questions tumbled through her mind, each more urgent than the last.

Gathering her resolve, Natasha took a deep breath and whispered to Fanny, "Come on, girl." With Fanny at her side, she ventured further into the house, determined to unravel the mystery that lay before her, and praying that she would find the Schmidts safe and sound.

Amidst the eerie stillness of the Schmidt's darkened house, Natasha cautiously made her way through the silent rooms, her heart pounding in her chest. With each step, the sense of unease grew, as if the very air held its breath, waiting for something to be revealed.

As she approached the kitchen, a faint shuffling sound caught her attention. Natasha's breath hitched, and she instinctively tightened her grip on a nearby broomstick, using it as a makeshift weapon. Her senses sharpened, every nerve on edge.

Pushing open the creaking door, Natasha's eyes widened at the sight that greeted her. Mrs. Schmidt crouched in a corner of the room, blood pooled around her, as she bit into the flesh of her husband.

Fear and sorrow welled up within Natasha as she realized the truth. She gasped, covering her mouth to keep quiet, but Fanny’s barking alerted the woman, or monster, to their presence.

But even in the face of this gruesome reality, Natasha reminded herself to stay composed. She needed to focus on survival, on finding a way out of this nightmarish scenario.

Her mind raced, contemplating her options and the next course of action. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving Mrs. Schmidt behind, but she knew there was no saving her. She backed away slowly, eyeing the woman’s emotionless expression, before she dropped Fanny’s leash.

Her heart pounded into her chest as she raced for the door, the dog hot on her tail, and Mrs. Schmidt too. Natasha can practically feel the woman’s hands at her back before she hears a loud, banging noise and hot air whip past her. She opens her eyes, not realizing she’s closed them, to see Alexei with a 5.5 mm shotgun pointed at her.

“Alexei?” Natasha breathes. She raises her hands in surrender. She dares to look behind her, finding Mrs. Schmidt dead at her feet. “Oh, my god.” Natasha cried out. She backed away, practically falling over her feet, as she looked at the body of the woman she once knew. “You shot her. You killed her.”

“She was already gone, Natasha,” Alexei warns her. “Where’s your sister? We have to get your sister.” He yells.

“She’s inside with Steve,” Natasha points out.

“We have to go now,” Alexei demanded.

“What? Why? Where’s mom?” Natasha begged as she chased after him. Inside the house, Yelena stood up, as Steve looked at them with a question on his tongue.

“What’s that noise?” Yelena questioned as she held her doll close to her chest.

“Where’s mom?” Natasha asked.

“What's going on?”

“We have to go now,” Alexei began to rummage through the drawers. “Natasha, go put your sister's shoes on.”

“No, not until you tell-”

“Dammit, listen to me,” Alexei’s voice reaches a new height he’s never used before. Yelena backs into Natasha, her fingers gripping Fanny’s fur as the dog sits next to her. “Listen, I will tell you everything in the car. Just, go and put your shoes on and pack a bag. As fast as you can.”

Natasha says nothing. She simply takes Yelena’s hand and walks with her up the stairs to her bedroom. Fanny moves to sit on the bed, keeping watch over the sisters, as Natasha grabs a backpack and begins to throw clothes into them. Beside her, Yelena begins to cry as she doesn’t know what’s happening.

“Nattie, I’m scared.” Yelena whines. “Where’s Mommy?”

“I know, baby, just put your shoes on,” Natasha finds a pair of light-up princess shoes Yelena got for school earlier in the year. “We’ll get Mom later.” She helps Yelena put them on one by one before grabbing her a jacket. She races to her room to grab a few things. She drops to her knees, finding her phone on the other side of the bed, before she hears a loud screeching sound. She pauses. What was that?

Deciding to leave the phone, Natasha grabs Yelena, holding her in her arms, before she races downstairs. The sight they’re met with startles her. Someone is heading for the front door, a neighbor she recognizes as Mr. Yang, and before she can even react Alexei shoots the man point-blank in the head. She gasps again, shielding Yelena’s eyes from all of the blood as she looks at Alexei.

“He’s a zombie,” Alexei announces. “There’s an outbreak or something. I don’t know what the hell it is but we have to find your Mom. She stayed at the diner to help. Let’s go.”

“I have to go home,” Steve realizes. “My parents.”

“Boy, I can’t promise your parents are still there.” Alexei holds his gun out in front of them as he walks out to his pickup truck. He ignores the sound of Yelena’s crying as he helps the girls into the truck.

“Bucky, my brother, he was home alone,” Steve shakes his head.

“Steve,” Natasha calls out to him but he’s already in his car. She doesn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Alexei jumps into the driver’s seat and starts the engine when Yelena yells out. “Don’t leave Fanny.” She crawls over to her door to open it. Calling for the dog.

“Come, Fanny,” Yelena calls. It’s then they notice someone standing on the other side of the street. There's no telling if it’s a turned zombie or a real person. Fanny races to the car, tongue out of her mouth as she pants, climbing into the car to sit next to Yelena. Natasha reaches across them to close the door just in time. The figure, now recognized as a zombie, taps at the glass incessantly. Alexei shifts the car into drive and peels off before they can find out the lengths one of these things can go to.

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Alexei gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he maneuvered the car through the chaotic streets. Natasha and Yelena sat in the backseat, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The distant sounds of sirens echoed through the air, mingling with the clamor of panicked voices and the occasional screech of tires.

Natasha leaned forward, her voice laced with worry as she asked, "Where are we going? What's happening? Are we going to get Mom?"

Alexei glanced at his daughters through the rearview mirror. "I don't know, girls. Something's gone wrong. Your mom should still be where I left her, but things aren't normal out there. We need to find her and make sure she's safe."

Yelena's voice trembled as she chimed in, "I'm scared, Daddy. What are those things?"

Alexei tried to steady his voice, offering reassurance amidst the unfolding uncertainty. "I know it's scary, but we'll stick together. We'll find your mom, and we'll get through this, I promise."

As they continued driving, the scenes outside the car window painted a grim picture of the chaos gripping the town. Smoke billowed in the distance, mingling with the red-orange glow of flames. Abandoned vehicles littered the streets, their doors hanging open as if their occupants had fled in a frenzy.

Natasha's eyes darted from one scene to another, her heart sinking with each passing moment. "Alexei, look! They’re breaking into the stores.”

Alexei's grip on the steering wheel tightened further, his voice steady but heavy with concern. "It's not safe here, girls. Something terrible is happening, but we'll keep going, keep looking for your mom. We have to stay focused. There’s an army base a few miles down. If we get there we should be safe."

As they navigated through the chaos, their search became a quest for answers and safety. The girls' questions filled the car, their voices a mix of fear and longing for their mother's presence. The streets unfolded before them, revealing scenes of destruction and desperation that only fueled their determination to reunite with their missing loved one.

Amidst the turmoil, Alexei's resolve remained unyielding, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He knew that finding their mom would require courage and persistence, but he also knew that he would do whatever it took to protect his daughters and keep their families intact.

As the car screeched to a halt in front of the diner, a wave of horror washed over Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei. Flames licked hungrily at the building, engulfing it in a fiery inferno that consumed everything in its path. Smoke billowed into the night sky, casting a thick veil of darkness over the scene.

Yelena gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Daddy, the diner! It's... it's on fire!”

Alexei's face contorted with a mixture of anguish and frustration. "Stay in the car, both of you. It's not safe."

As the girls watched from the car, their eyes transfixed on the raging flames, Natasha's heart sank. The diner had been their mother's sanctuary, a place where she worked tirelessly to provide for them. Now, it was reduced to a charred skeleton, the embodiment of destruction and loss.

Natasha's voice trembled as she whispered, "Mom... Where is she? Where could she be?" Natasha detangled herself from Yelena’s tight grip to get out of the car.

“No, don’t leave,” Yelena begged.

“I’m just going to see,” Natasha promised. With each step closer to the truth, Natasha could feel her heart sink. “Mom was in there.”

“No,” Alexei shakes his head in disbelief. “No, no, no.” He begins to sob.

Natasha wants to desperately break down there too. She wants to run inside the building and find her. The angry flames light their faces in an array of orange and red. She’s in shock. She can’t believe what she’s seeing and feeling but she can’t stay here. She can’t see this.

“Alexei, we have to go,” Natasha called for him. “Alexei,” She begged, tugging at his arms, to pull him back to the truck. He finally comes to his senses and gets into the driver’s seat once again.

The car raced through the desolate streets, Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei clinging to a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. The distant sounds of sirens and the clamor of panicked voices grew louder as they approached a gathering crowd near the middle of the town. Desperation filled the air, and people jostled against one another, seeking safety and answers.

Alexei's hands tightened around the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of a possible way through. Natasha's voice quivered with both fear and anticipation. "Alexei, we have to get to the military base.”

With a determined nod, Alexei skillfully maneuvered the car, inching closer to the teeming mass of people. The air buzzed with uncertainty, mingled with cries for help and the occasional sound of shattering glass.

As they neared the crowd, their hearts pounded with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. The atmosphere was tense, charged with a raw energy that crackled through the air. But just as they were on the cusp of reaching their destination, chaos erupted.

A sudden collision with another vehicle jolted them, sending the car spinning out of control. Metal screeched, glass shattered, and the world turned into a whirlwind of confusion and panic. The impact knocked the breath out of them, leaving them dazed and disoriented.

Through the haze, Natasha could hear Yelena's frightened voice, "Natasha, Dad, are you okay?"

Natasha's vision blurred as she turned to her sister, her voice shaky but filled with determination. "Yelena, stay with me. We'll be okay. Alexei, are you alright?"

Alexei's voice came strained and filled with pain. "I'm... I'm fine. Just a bit banged up. We need to get out of here. It's not safe."

“I’m stuck,” Yelena complained as she tugged at her seat belt. She looks to Fanny, the dog in a state of confusion and panic, as she paces the seat beside them.

Natasha, with a head-numbing headache, begins to climb into the backseat to help her sister.

Fear welled up inside Yelena as she struggled against her seatbelt, her heart pounding in her chest. The distant sounds of chaos and desperation reverberated around them, leaving them feeling helpless.

But then, a voice pierced through the chaos, cutting through the haze of their panic. "Hey, are you okay?" the voice called out, filled with concern and determination. Natasha turned to you, her eyes meeting those of a teenager with disheveled hair and a determined gaze.

"I can help you. Just hold on," you said, your voice steady and filled with an air of confidence. You swiftly moved towards them, your hands deftly working to release Yelena from the confines of her seatbelt.

As she felt the weight of the seatbelt loosened, a wave of relief washed over her. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. Natasha into your eyes, she found a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you," She managed to say, her voice trembling with gratitude.

You offered a reassuring smile. "No problem. We need to get out of here. It's not safe. Follow me."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Natasha nodded and followed your lead. You navigated through the chaotic scene with agility, skillfully maneuvering through the throngs of panicked people. Their presence instilled a sense of trust and determination within you as if they were a guiding light amid the darkness.

Together, you forged ahead, pushing through the chaos, and finding a path toward safety.

As you hurriedly made your way through the chaotic streets, finding a grassy path behind buildings, a soldier clad in military gear suddenly appeared before you, blocking your path. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting suspiciously between Natasha, you, Alexei, and Yelena. The soldier's stern expression and the grip on his weapon sent a shiver down your spine.

"Hold on a minute. Where do you think you're going?" the soldier demanded, his voice laced with skepticism.

Natasha stepped forward, her voice firm but filled with urgency. "We need to get to safety. Our family is missing, and we're trying to find them." She still had a glimmer of hope that her mother made it to the base.

The soldier's eyes narrowed, his suspicion evident. "And why should I believe you? There's chaos out here, and I can't let just anyone pass."

Alexei, his voice tinged with desperation, pleaded, "Please, sir. We're not a threat. We're just trying to find our loved ones and get to safety."

Yelena, her eyes filled with fear, clung to her father’s shirt, seeking comfort amid uncertainty. "Please, mister. Let us go.”

Your voice steady and unwavering, added, "We're just trying to survive, like everyone else. We're not your enemies."

The soldier studied each of your faces, seemingly torn between duty and compassion. After a moment of tense silence, he sighed heavily. "Sir, I have four civilians here.” He spoke through the earpiece in his ear. The trepidation and tension ran through the air as you waited.

“But sir? There’s a little girl,” He whispered into the mic. Something about that statement made your blood run cold. Suddenly, before you’re even understanding what he's doing, he raises his weapon and shoots blindly. Only, you’re a tad bit quicker, and the gun you’ve been hiding in your back pocket is pulled as you send a bullet into his throat.

The scene before you is heartbreaking and utterly devastating as Alexei falls to the ground. His grip on Yelena never loosens until he’s down. Yelena moves to the side, her eyes wide in panic, as she shakes her father.

“Daddy,” Yelena cries.

“Dad?” Natasha drops to her knees. She uses her hands to put pressure on the wound she can’t find as Alexei struggles to breathe. You stand back, unsure of what to do, as you watch the girls lose their father. “Dad, come on, don’t do this. Don’t do this to us.” Natasha pleads with the man. “I’m sorry. Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, don’t leave us.” Natasha sobs as Alexei coughs.

All you can hear are their pleas and cries for mercy as the light in their father’s eyes fades. What would they do now?

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Exhausted and fearful, Natasha and Yelena found themselves confined to small huts within the military base. The air was thick with tension, and the dim lighting cast long shadows across the room. Huddled together, they clung to each other for comfort and support, seeking solace in their shared vulnerability.

Natasha's eyes were heavy with weariness, her voice tinged with worry as she spoke to Yelena. "I’m sorry, baby,” She kissed Yelena’s head, the small girl clinging to her. She’s the only person Yelena has in the world now. You watch from beside them, a look of longing on your face, you don’t know how to help them.

Yelena nodded, her small frame trembling with fatigue. "I want Mommy.” She whimpered. She’s lost everything in a matter of hours. It’s too much for her young mind to process.

Just then, the persistent golden retriever, Fanny, padded over to you and began nudging them with her snout, a concerned whine escaping her throat. You weakly patted the dog's head, trying to soothe her. "Hey, Fanny. I'm okay, girl."

Natasha, her gaze shifting between you and Fanny, noticed the worry etched on R's face. "Are you alright, you? You don't look well."

You smile grimly before raising the sleeve of your t-shirt to reveal a small white device attached to your arm. . a small device that serves as a lifeline—a continuous glucose monitor that monitors your blood sugar levels.

The sensor is a discreet, circular patch that adheres to your arm, housing a tiny filament that delicately penetrates your skin to measure glucose levels. It is designed to be comfortable and inconspicuous, blending with your skin tone.

Your voice was shaky, and your words slurred slightly. "I... I have diabetes. My blood sugar is low. I need something to eat or drink."

Concern flooded Natasha's features as she quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for any available supplies. "Stay here.I'll see if I can find something for you." Natasha carried Yelena out onto the base. There are several military guards around and she doesn’t know who to talk to for help.

Natasha approached one of the military personnel, her voice filled with urgency. "Excuse me, sir. We have a friend who needs help. They have diabetes, and their blood sugar is low. Is there anything we can do?"

The soldier, albeit stern-faced, showed a hint of compassion. "Wait here," he replied curtly before disappearing momentarily.

Moments later, he returned with a small bottle of orange juice and a granola bar. Natasha's relief was palpable as she hurried back to you, holding out the provisions. "Here. This should help raise your blood sugar."

You managed a weak smile, accepting the offering and quickly consuming it. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Yelena, her voice filled with concern, added, "You'll feel better soon, right?” She asked.

“I hope so,” You shrug. “Hopefully this doesn’t last long.” You sigh.

“So many people died out there,” Natasha’s voice drifts.

“I guess we’re one of the lucky ones,” You reply.

[littledemondani]

“the water’s so cool! come on, just come in for a dip to cool yourself down.”

Where Eddie is luring you in cool water like a mermaid 🥴

warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, fem!reader

wc: 0.3K

a/n: thank you for sending this prompt in, bb <3 as always, do not repost my works on any other platform without my permission. follow my library blog if you'd like to keep up with my writing.

still accepting these prompts.

you stand at the edge of the crystal-clear water of lover’s lake, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees around you. eddie munson, the boy with an adventurous spirit and a mischievous smile, stands ankle-deep in the inviting water. his brown eyes sparkle with excitement as he beckons you to join him.

"the water's so cool!" eddie calls out, his voice carrying on the breeze. "come on, just come in for a dip to cool yourself down."

you can't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm. his words hang in the air, luring you in like a siren's song. with a smile of anticipation, you step forward, feeling the soft grass beneath your feet give way to the coolness of the water.

eddie's eyes light up as he sees you inching closer, his excitement infectious. his outstretched hand invites you to join him in this aquatic adventure, and you willingly accept the invitation. your heart races with anticipation as you take the final steps, the water enveloping your legs, refreshing and soothing.

a wave of exhilaration washes over you as you join eddie in the water. the coolness seeps into your skin, soothing away the heat of the summer day. you can't help but marvel at the way the sunlight dances on the surface, casting shimmering patterns like scattered jewels.

as you wade further into the water, eddie's laughter fills the air, mingling with the sounds of nature. the water's gentle embrace makes you feel weightless, as if you're floating on a sea of tranquility. eddie's presence beside you adds a touch of magic to the moment, turning an ordinary day into something extraordinary.

you glance at eddie, his hair tousled and his eyes filled with joy. he moves effortlessly through the water, his movements akin to those of a mermaid, graceful and fluid. he dives beneath the surface, disappearing momentarily before resurfacing with a mischievous grin.

"isn't this amazing?" he exclaims, his voice bubbling with excitement. "just you and me out here. not another soul in sight. it's like our own secret world."

you nod, unable to find the words to express your agreement. this moment feels surreal, like a scene straight out of a fairytale. with eddie by your side, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you immersed in the cool embrace of the water.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Poll Results

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The results from the polls for mini-series are:

MAXIDENT and ROMANCE: UNTOLD

And here are the peaks at the miniseries 🙈😉 (let me know in the comments which you’re most excited for too)

MAXIDENT:

Case 143: Seungmin You found yourself caught in a beautiful confusion, where every glance whispered a truth you didn't dare speak until now- he was never meant to be just your best friend.

Chill: Felix In his presence you found out that even a heart once broken could find its way to healing, and with him you found strength to believe in love again.

Give Me Your TMI: Han Every detail, every laugh, every shared smile- there was nothing more you wanted then to know every detail about him, every single thing he could possibly share you wanted to know.

SUPER BOARD: Bangchan Amidst the roar of the engines and chaos, you realized your heart was not racing just because of the adrenaline, but because of the man who made you realize that the path you were racing down was terrifying and unpredictable- but worth every exhilarating moment.

3RACHA: Changbin His voice was the soundtrack to your beginning, every word a new beat that promised something extraordinary.

TASTE: Lee Know With every lingering touch and whispered word, he was teaching you the true meaning of desire, each second passing a tantalizing taste of what could be.

CAN'T STOP: Jeongin Being with him felt like a never-ending adventure, a love story that simply couldn't stop.

CIRCUS: Hyunjin You found yourself captivated by the man who made every moment feel like magic; the soul who turned your love into the greatest show on earth.

ROMANCE: UNTOLD:

Moonstruck: Sunghoon He made you realize that being moonstruck wasn't just about the enchantment of the night- but falling completely and irreversibly in love with the boy in front of you.

XO: Sunoo He was granting you permission. To love him fiercely. To love him forever.

Your Eyes Only: Heeseung With the depth of his gaze, you found the courage to bare your soul, knowing that in his eyes was the love and acceptance you had been searching a long time for.

Hundred Broken Hearts: Jake Amidst a hundred broken hearts he pledged to be your shield, to make sure your smile shined bright enough to overpower any sorrow.

Brought the Heat Back (pt1): Niki In the flames of envy, he was consumed by a heat only you could ignite, torn between desire and restraint, unable to calm the fire burning within him.

Paranormal: Jay In your ordinary world, he was like an anomaly that was rewriting your universe.

Royalty: Jungwon Every word you spoke reigned as law, but it was needless; as he willingly bound himself to your side, forever devoted to your majesty.

Highway 1009 (pt2): Niki Every mile ran with him, led you even closer to eternity.

[goodshipskypirate]

Garl's scar was foreshadowing, a harbinger to his eventual fate. It was the first sign that he wasn't Zale or Valere, the gifted chosen children of Solstice. Garl's entire background was that he was, by all account, ordinary. In most RPGs, he'd fill in the neutral slot with often middling gameplay and story functions, forever outshone by characters with flashier powers, appearances, and personalities.

But Garl didn't want that. He wanted to go be with his super special friends. He wanted to help them in their goals. And importantly, he wanted to prove he was capable and worthy of being in a grand adventure, that an average person could strive to be so much more when they have the drive and fortitude. And with flying colors, Garl did all that, as well as inspiring dozens of people all over the globe.

The world is poorer for having lost Garl.

And this had been something I had dreaded the more I played. His optimism, determination, and kindness meant he was always going to be the heart of the group. But it also meant he was without sin. There's not an ounce of envy, resentment, or betrayal in his bones; a perfect cinnamon roll whom everyone loved.

The type of character who was ripe for sacrifice and all the heart-wrenching emotion that came with it, right down to a red herring fake out where the game makes you think Garl is in danger when the Dweller of Woe nearly kills him (another demonstration of his vulnerability as The Ordinary One.)

I had to sit down and think about this for a bit. There was a part of me dreading that something like this was going to happen. That the one who was going to die, to be the catalyst for all the emotional woe and motivation to get our heroes to the final fight, would hinge on the passing of the purest soul in the game. It's almost comical how kindhearted he was that the only way he could continue was through death. Too good for this sinful Earth. Hell, even Aerith had a trollish spunk to her that purposely counteracted her supposedly "pure" aesthetic.

And I wondered how fair that was. That Garl, whose only fault was that he was too nice, gets to die. Out of all the playable characters, the one who perished was the normal one. And I thought, is that not counterintuitive to what Garl wanted to achieve: to be exceptional and have decades of adventure under his belt? To prove he's not some drag who cannot keep up? To rise above from any ol' village NPC and make a name for himself as someone greater than his humble origins? Why was he denied a long life in favor of the more fanciful characters? Why does a nice boy like him buy the harp farm? Why couldn't this ordinary guy survive till the end as a testimony to his inner strength, to show that someone who doesn't have special powers or extraordinary skills, can still see the sun rising after the final fight.

It feels cruel.

But the thing is, it's not how Garl feels. Because he so embraced life to its fullest from day one, even dying at such a young age did not feel wasteful to him because he set out to achieve everything he ever wanted: he got to help his friends, he got to have adventures and earn respect from everyone around him. His final act is what pushes Zale and Valere to give them the confidence to strive forth and take on Erlina and the Fleshmancer.

To Garl, not a single thing about his purpose was meaningless.

Yeah, I think the game did lack a bit for not diving into the injustice of his death. It's not that the game didn't acknowledge it: Zale and Valere were aghast that their buddy was dying because they know it's not goddamn fair. But there's never any internal dilemma or any vulnerabilities where Garl is allow to admit that he is scared of dying. The game doesn't allow him to sit down and cry.

Maybe Garl is just that cheerful that he readily accepts, but I wouldn't put it past him to maintain a united front for the sake of his friends. Maybe he kept his fears deep inside. It's shitty he has to sacrifice so much of his own emotions and physical well-being for his friends, but to Garl, he knows they are the only ones who can save the world. In-universe, Garl will do anything for the sake of his loved ones.

I've jokingly mentioned a few times how we don't deserve someone like Garl, but that's wrong. That implies humanity is unworthy to have someone so wonderful in their lives. Garl would never want you to feel that way. No, we deserve a Garl in our lives because he represents hope. He is a bright light in a constant wave of darkness, an unwavering being of active positivity. Countless times when people were either down or passive, Garl was the one who lifted them up and told them what they were capable of. He believes so much in everyone.

I can't really say the way his death was arranged and handled plot-wise sat well with me, but for Garl, he was always at peace because he lived.

And maybe that's enough.

[ser3nityst4r]

First Encounter

In the magical realm of Twisted Wonderland, where the impossible became tangible, a small existence that did not belong found themselves transported from their ordinary world. Disoriented and alone, They stumbled through the labyrinthine streets of Night Raven College until they crossed paths with two enigmatic strangers.

Their crimson and navy uniforms stood out amidst the bustling crowd. The older boy, Ace Trappola, possessed an infectious grin and mischievous eyes. His companion, Deuce Spade, exuded an air of quiet determination, his piercing gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

'Huh? You there! No one told me we had a new student.' Ace quipped with a playful smirk. 'Need some guidance?'

Yuu hesitated, their heart pounding with a mix of confusion and curiosity. 'I...I think I'm in the wrong place,' They uttered.

'Wrong place? You've definitely stumbled into the right place,' Deuce countered. 'This is a magic academy in all of Twisted Wonderland. The home of the greatest students and...well, some of the most interesting ones too.'

As they chatted, Yuu learned about the unique world they had been isekai'd into. Twisted Wonderland was a realm where fairy tales and legends collided, and the students of Night Raven College were destined to become heroes or villains. Ace and Deuce, as part of the Heartslabyul dormitory, represented the Red Queen of Hearts.

'You've got potential,' Ace declared with a wink. 'You could be our new adorable mascot.'

Deuce rolled his eyes. 'Don't listen to him. He just wants a fluffy plaything.'

Despite their contrasting personalities, Yuu found themselves drawn to Ace and Deuce's camaraderie. They showed Yuu the ropes of their extraordinary world, guiding them through the intricate corridors of the college and introducing them to the eccentric cast of characters that inhabited it.

As days turned into weeks, Yuu began to feel a sense of belonging in this strange and wonderful realm. They shared stories of their former life with Ace and Deuce, who listened with rapt attention. In turn, they regaled them with tales of their own, of magical duels and perilous adventures.

One fateful day, as the trio ventured into a cave in search of crystals, they were ambushed by a group of grotesque creatures. Ace and Deuce fought valiantly, their magic spells illuminating the darkness. Yuu, with their wits and determination, proved to be an unexpected asset, assisting the boys to their feet and helping them defeat their adversaries.

In that moment, as they stood victorious amidst the scattered remains of their enemies, Yuu realized the true meaning of their isekai. They were not simply an observer in this twisted wonderland, but a participant in its extraordinary tapestry. And with Ace and Deuce by their side, they was ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead, even if it’ll cost them their original home.

[sussyjake]

“This boy's too young to be singing the blues,”

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Pairing: Jake x reader

Warnings: none!

Genre: angst

Word count: no clue 🤷‍♀️

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Once upon a time in a small, picturesque town, there lived a boy named Jake. Jake was an ordinary young man with an extraordinary heart. He was known throughout the town for his kindness and his warm smile that could brighten even the cloudiest of days.

But there was something that set Jake apart from everyone else – his deep and secret affection for a girl named Yn. Yn was a beacon of light in the town, with her radiant personality and a spirit that was as free as the wind. She had a way of making everyone around her feel special.

Jake and Yn had been friends since childhood. They had shared countless adventures, explored hidden trails in the woods, and laughed together under the starry night sky. As the years passed, Jake's feelings for Yn grew stronger, but he never found the courage to confess his love for her.

One fateful summer, tragedy struck the town. Yn fell seriously ill, and despite the best efforts of the doctors, her condition worsened with each passing day. The entire town rallied together, praying for her recovery, but the illness was relentless.

Jake spent every moment he could by Yn's bedside, holding her hand, and trying to find the words to express his love. He longed to tell her how much she meant to him, but the fear of rejection held him back.

Days turned into weeks, and Yn's health continued to decline. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Yn smiled weakly at Jake and whispered, "Promise me, Jake, promise me you'll always remember our adventures and the love we shared as friends."

Jake choked back tears as he replied, "I promise, Yn. I'll treasure every moment we've had together."

Yn's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she whispered, "I love you, Jake," before closing her eyes for the last time.

Jake's heart shattered into a million pieces. He never had the chance to tell Yn how deeply he loved her. He mourned her loss, and the pain of regret gnawed at him for years.

But as time passed, Jake realized that even though he couldn't tell Yn how he felt, the love they shared as friends was a precious gift. He honored her memory by living his life with the same kindness, warmth, and love that she had shown him. And in his heart, he believed that somewhere, somehow, Yn knew the depth of his love.

And so, in the small, picturesque town, the memory of Jake and Yn's friendship lived on, a testament to the power of unspoken love and the enduring bonds of friendship.

the end.

[disneytva]

Disney Europe Animation Gives New Previews To Dragon Striker and The Doomies In Annecy Film Festival Panel

Serialized Animation at Disney has a new home at Disney+ and Disney Europe Animation has joined the fun with new concept art from DRAGON STRIKER and THE DOOMIES slated to debut 2024 only on Disney+.

“DRAGON STRIKER”

Creator/Producer: Sylvain Dos Santos

Produced by: Cybergroup Studios and La Chouette Compagnie for Disney Europe Animation

When the world’s most popular sport combines with magic, awesomeness escalates quicker than a dragon-powered strike! In this action-packed adventure full of comedy and high-stakes sports drama, elite players have magical signature moves they can use on the pitch. Twelve-year-old Key is a farm-boy fanboy who can only dream of entering the famous school where the greatest players train before joining the big leagues — until he discovers he has his own ultra-powerful spell and may even be the legendary “Dragon Striker.” Key joins a team of hapless underdogs who band together to take on the school champions, all the while fighting to prevent an ancient evil from resurfacing.

THE DOOMIES

Creators: Andrès Fernandez & Pozla (aka Rémi Zaarour)

Produced by: Xilam Animation for Disney Europe Animation

When best friends Bobby and Romy mistakenly open a gateway to another world, they turn their sleepy coastal town into a hotspot for terrifying creatures of doom. Roped into an epic supernatural mystery, they will cross paths with the so-called “Chosen One” and do battle with both literal and inner monsters. “The Doomies” is a spooky comedy that combines thrills, chills and surprises with character-driven comedy from an odd couple of ordinary teens engulfed by extraordinary circumstances. Its fast-paced humor and high-stakes action take place in a quirky French town in the heart of Brittany, imagined with moody flair and graphic style.

[primrosefields]

Created webtoon hope you like it here's the story👇

Havenwood is a captivating webtoon that tells the story of two siblings, Ava and Ethan, who live in the quaint, seemingly ordinary town of Havenwood. From the outside, the town looks like any other—charming houses lined with picket fences, friendly neighbors waving as they pass by, and kids playing in the streets. However, Havenwood has a secret: it is a place where the ordinary intertwines with the extraordinary, and nothing is quite as it seems.

One day, while exploring their grandmother’s attic, Ava and Ethan come across an old, dusty notebook tucked away in a forgotten corner. The notebook is unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Its pages are filled with strange symbols and beautiful illustrations that seem to shimmer in the light. Curiosity piqued, they decide to take the notebook home, unaware of the adventure that awaits them.

As they begin to write in the notebook, they soon discover its enchanted nature. Whatever they write becomes reality. At first, they use the notebook for harmless fun—creating fantastical creatures, summoning magical objects, and even making small changes to their daily lives. But as they experiment with its powers, they quickly learn that every action has consequences.

With each new entry, the siblings unwittingly unleash strange and mysterious happenings in Havenwood. Animals start acting strangely, shadows loom larger than life, and whispers of long-forgotten legends fill the air. It soon becomes clear that the notebook is connected to the town's hidden history, one filled with magic, secrets, and dangers.

As the siblings dig deeper into the notebook’s origins, they uncover a tale of their ancestors who once wielded great power and were entrusted with safeguarding the balance between the mundane and the magical. However, this power came at a cost, and the siblings soon find themselves in a race against time to understand their family’s legacy and prevent a dark force from rising again.

Along the way, they meet a cast of intriguing characters: a wise old librarian who knows more than she lets on, a mysterious boy who seems to have his own connection to the notebook, and townsfolk who harbor their own secrets about Havenwood’s past. Each character adds depth to the story, revealing layers of complexity in the town's history and the siblings’ own family.

As they face challenges and dilemmas, Ava and Ethan must rely on their wits and their bond as siblings. They encounter trials that test their courage, loyalty, and understanding of what it means to wield such power. The siblings learn that magic can bring joy, but it can also create chaos, and they must decide how to use the notebook wisely.

In the climax of their journey, they confront the dark force that has been awakened by their use of the notebook. It’s a tense battle of magic and will, where the siblings must unite their strengths to protect their town and each other. Through their bravery and determination, they discover the true meaning of family and the importance of using their gifts for good.

Havenwood is more than just a tale of magic and adventure; it’s a heartfelt story about growing up, understanding one’s roots, and the bonds that hold us together. As Ava and Ethan navigate the twists and turns of their newfound powers, they learn that even in a world filled with mystery, love and family will always be their greatest strength. Comment ♥ if you're excited

[askstorybrookehq]

“It’s not such a wonderful thing, to be young,” I said. “It’s heartless, and selfish.” - Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook Name/nickname: Admin Naomi

Your Birthday + Birthyear:  24 oct 1995

Timezone: GMT+1/2

Triggers: Snakes and spiders

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In character

 age: [BIRTHDAY + ZODIAC]: 25 dec, capricorn, 36 years old

height: 1m80

build: atletic

eyes color: blue

hair:  black

 5 STATS: brave, bolt, charming, passionate and freeliving

KILLIAN JONES is TAKEN by ADMIN NAOMI

Killian Jones is a man shaped by a complex past, now serving as the strict but caring headmaster of an orphanage called "The Lost Boys." Located in the heart of Storybrooke, the orphanage has become a sanctuary for children who have been forgotten or abandoned, many of whom have stumbled upon this mystical land through extraordinary means. Though the children come from various backgrounds, they share a common experience of having lost their way in life, making "The Lost Boys" a place of refuge, guidance, and discipline.

Killian, often referred to as "Captain" by the children, is a man of deep principles. He is known for his strict rules and structured environment, believing that discipline is essential in a world as wild and unpredictable as Storybrooke. While his demeanor may come across as stern, especially to newcomers, there’s an undeniable sense of compassion beneath his gruff exterior. He strives to teach the boys not only how to survive but how to grow into honorable men.

Jones’ backstory is one of hardship and transformation. He was once a pirate, sailing the seas in search of adventure and treasure. However, after losing someone close to him, he left his old life behind and stumbled upon storybrooke, where he found a new purpose. The orphanage started as a way to give the lost children of the world a home, to help them find their place and avoid the mistakes he once made.

However, not all of the boys are easy to handle. Killian’s greatest challenge comes in the form of Peter Pan, a mischievous and rebellious boy who never seems to obey the rules. Peter is everything that Killian once was—wild, free-spirited, and uninterested in authority. The two frequently clash, with Peter constantly stirring up trouble, whether it's leading the other boys in secret escapades or devising grand schemes that threaten the order Killian has worked so hard to establish.

Despite the tension between them, Killian can't help but feel a certain fondness for Peter. He sees in the boy a reflection of his younger self and is determined to steer him away from the destructive path he once followed. But Peter, with his natural charisma and charm, often manages to rally the other boys around him, turning their quiet nights into chaotic adventures. This creates a dynamic where Killian is constantly balancing his need to maintain order and his desire to give the boys the freedom to explore their imaginations and spirits.

Killian’s journey as the head of "The Lost Boys" is one of redemption. Though he often feels burdened by the responsibility of raising so many troubled boys, he knows that he is giving them something that was once denied to him—a second chance. He remains hopeful that, despite the constant antics of Peter Pan and the challenges that come with running an orphanage in a ordinary world, he can guide his boys toward a better future.

And perhaps, just maybe, he can reach Peter Pan before it’s too late.

[steven1123x]

This sounds like an ad for a 2005 Cartoon Network cartoon and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!

Discover the Magic of the Quartz Universe!

In the summer of 2008, a seemingly ordinary day turned extraordinary when Rose Quartz Universe was filming her son, Steven Quartz Universe. Little did she know, this charming boy would soon become the heart of a groundbreaking animated series on Cartoon Network, helmed by a visionary director!

Join us on a journey through the creation of "Steven Universe" in this captivating story!

Follow the adventures of Steven as he navigates the complexities of growing up, learning about love, friendship, and his incredible powers. Experience the behind-the-scenes magic that brought this beloved show to life and meet the talented actors who brought these vibrant characters to the screen.

Are you ready to dive into the world of gems, music, and heartfelt moments?

Don't miss out on this unique narrative that celebrates creativity, family, and the power of storytelling. Whether you're a longtime fan or new to the universe, this tale is sure to enchant and inspire!

Check it out now and relive the magic of Steven Universe!

[beannary]

Hey first name Bean last name Nary it would be really super cool and awesome and fun and funky and fresh if you maybe wanted to possibly give us some more delicious TOA content pretty please with a cherry on top? Love you <3<3<3

OK this wip is called Once Upon a Time in Camelot and 100% i took that title from The Mechanisms

I don't know why I wrote this and i have not reread it since writing it so I have no idea how good it is but here you go!

Once upon a time there was a mother and a father. Now of course, they were not always a mother and a father. No, that development was a rather new one. But though they had only become a mother and a father not but a day ago, both were wholly ready to embrace their new identities. 

Though this story starts with a mother and a father, it is not them who we’ll be following. Not that their own tales are uninteresting, far from it. In fact, pages upon pages could be written on their heroic tales and adventures. But were this story to follow them from this point forward, well, then it would be a tragically short story. And so for that reason, and many others, our story today will follow the life of their son and how he met his best friend. Though, the best friend will not arrive for a good many years, so we’ll just put a pin in that and come back to it later. 

The boy, with emerald green eyes from his father, and raven black hair from his mother, was named Hisirdoux Casperan. In terms of appearance he was nothing but ordinary, just another peasant boy among hundreds in Camelot. But beneath the surface looked something completely and utterly extraordinary. 

You see, young Hisirdoux had been blessed with the gift of magic, the innate ability to create wonderful feats of nature out of his very fingertips. And though many people in Camelot treated his gift more like a curse, Hisirdoux’s parents encouraged his magic to bloom and grow. 

When Hisirdoux would clumsily copy his mother as she sang old, ancestral songs that have been long forgotten in time, glowing wisps of blue would spark from his fingertips to form the stories he sang of. When his fingers blistered and bled from one too many lute playing lessons with his father, and when his small arms grew too sore to hold the old instrument up, the strings would light up with a soft blue, and the music would continue for hours more. 

Unfortunately, Hisirdoux’s calm and peaceful life could not continue forever, for on the sixth eve of his birth arrived plague and famine. Though the family was rich in love, they were poor in coin and could not afford the luxuries that were required to survive such a disaster. Not a week went by before his parents fell ill, and not three days later he watched helplessly as they withered away. 

Digging a grave is difficult, and digging two graves is even more so. But with the entire town ill and bedridden, there was no one but him to complete his parents' burial. The graves were much too shallow, not that Hisirdoux knew that, and within a month’s time the bodies will be uncovered and ravaged by insects and animals alike. But for better or for worse, Hisirdoux will not be staying long enough in his home village to witness such desecration. As without the protection of his parents, and with his magical abilities being no secret, it did not take long for the village people to act upon old prejudices and exile him from his home. 

With nothing but his father’s lute on his back, Hisirdoux, at the ripe old age of six, set off into the world alone. 

Surviving on the road is no easy feat, but Hisirdoux, quick to adapt as he is, found himself falling into the rules of the road like a duck to water. He traveled village to village peddling for coin with his lute and his songs. And when the more honest method of work failed to fill his belly, well, Hisirdoux found he had quite the talent for thievery and scams. 

He spends just under a year living this life of independence and adventure before he met the dragon. 

Their lifelong companionship began on an ordinary sunny day. Hisirdoux had been spending the past week in a rather large town close by to the local lord’s mansion. As he absentmindedly chewed on bits of a stolen loaf of bread, he happened to notice a stray cat. It looked oh so small and hungry, so Hisirdoux broke off a piece of his bread and fed it to the cat. Who knew such a small act of kindness could result in a lifetime of friendship?

With Archibald the cat-dragon by his side, Hisirdoux flourished and thrived. He learned to read and write in modern draconic, and was schooled on the ins-and-outs of magical society and etiquette, but most importantly, Hisridoux had a family. 

While this is by no means the end of Hisirdoux’s story, it is a happy place to conclude our tale today. I could go on to regale you all on all of Hisridoux and Archibald’s adventures, from their time under the guardianship of the great Merlin Ambrosius, to their courageous and deadly fight against the Arcane Order, but those tales will have to wait for another night. 

And so until their next adventure begins, Hisirdoxu and Archibald will live happily ever after.

The End.

[alexpost1]

The Magic of Personalized Children's Books - A Solution for Every Parenting Challenge

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