#Three Ducks and a Little Lad

[santaverse]

" Ooh! " Balthazar and Melchior gazed in awe over Oddball once he was lifted to them. Caspar however scrunched his nose and gave a unimpressed glance towards the bot.

" How intriguing... " Melchior pondered aloud. " To have made him out of essentially spare parts... "

His gaze met the duck-bot's once he started nibbling on his hand. Melchior chuckled, and gently pet Oddball back.

" You've got the skills of an experienced toymaker, Jude! "

" I can't say I much understand him either - " Caspar said, rolling his eyes.

Balthazar shot his fellow Wise Man a look; his eyebrows furrowed and his lip pursed, that read 'be NICE.'

" But... " Caspar cleared his throat. " It's wonderful that you've made a friend, Jude. "

" There are a lot of things we don't quite understand in the world, " Balthazar added. " But, we should treat such things as we would anything else; with kindness. I can't wait to see how the others take to Oddball. I'm sure they'll adore him. "

"Oddball is a complete rebuild. Here..." Jude picked Oddball up so the Wise Men can see him.

"I had been working Salvage Bay 32 in C.O.G.S., and I found him. He wasn't much more han a torso, neck, and head. So I rebuilt him." Jude smiled at Oddball, "The Suits and I realy don't understand each other, but I am making friends!"

Oddball gently nibbled at Melchior's hands, curious.

[briefalpacashark]

~Darkest fear~

The boys of 141 find out your darkest fear.

Warning: Swearing and mentions of needles.

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How well did you fit in with the boys of 141. Too well. From day one you and Soap instantly connected. Price called you Soap 2.0. Why? Because your sarcasm and wit had you and Soap bantering for hours on end. Everything you two would say would just feed and complement the others. And God help whoever you were making fun of that day. One time Gaz had to endure two hours of back and forth. You had worked with Price before, and you were already close. Gaz you become quick friends with. And Ghost, well although slightly intimidated by the giant you came to respect one another, and the specialist abilities you both held. 

After all, you were respectful and kind. You always wore a smile and they would never admit it but to them you were like a little ball of sunshine. Or like a cute little puppy.

One day, about two days before your next mission you walked into base. Into the shared common area. To your surprise you found Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all standing around the far side of the table.

“What's going on?” you asked. Hearing the door shut behind you. You glanced back to see Price locking it and then placing his body in between you and the exit.

“You alright captain?” you asked hesitantly seeing his nervous look. 

“Damn cap, you look like you're trying to shit a brick,” Soap commented with a bemused chuckle. He wore a smirk that showed he was far too happy to be there.

“She can't be that bad,” Gaz shrugged, gesturing to you.

“What am I bad at?” You asked with a confused chuckle.

“Alright love. Now I want you to be calm,” Price raised his hands like he was talking to an injured animal. Love, it was a nickname all the british lads used. 

“Calm, what you on abou-” Your words trailed off as you spotted the syringe in his hand. It was a shot. A vaccination of some kind. Instantly you scooted away from him moving around the table. Your blood ran cold as adrenaline filled your every being. You were scared of needles. Scared to the point where you would do anything to keep away from them.

“The fuck is that cap?” You asked lowly.

“Wait, you're really scared of needles?” Soap chuckled at your reactions as you hide yourself behind him.

“Love, come on now,” Price was really trying his best.

“Price, I told you. I fucken told you. You drug the fuck out of me and then that's when you give me the fucking shot,” You had a plan, one Price knew about and had done before for quite a few of your shots. You would take a sedative and that's when they would stick you. Was it ethical, no in the slightest. but it was the only way of giving you a shot without anyone getting hurt.

“I know, but this one needs to be taken when you're conscious. Something bout side effects or what not,” he explained calmly.

“I told you how I get cap,” you mumbled, pointing an accusing finger at him as you shifted from side to side.

“I know, that's why I got the lads here,” he said, nodding to them. You looked at the three that surrounded you with betrayal.

“You're in on this?” You asked. “Come on lass, it's just a little needle,” Soap smirked loving the ammo he was receiving to tease you later with. "I thought you Australians were supposed to have nerves of steel?" he joked.

“I don't think you guys understand the severity of this. I turn feral ok. I once almost bit a doctor's finger off, ok,” You admitted honestly.

“Almost?” Ghost asked.

“It doesn't matter. Cap you can't do this alright. Let's just do it tomorrow yeah?” You said as you went to slip out of the little corral they had you in only for Gaz to hold up his hand to stop you.

“Grab her,” Price gave the order. 

“Eat a dick Price!” You snapped. Gaz was the first to reach for you. With a cocky and bemused smirk, he went to grab you. A cocky smirk that was slammed against the table. Everyone's eyes went wide at the movement. You had ducked under his hand taking ahold of it and grabbed his neck slamming his face onto the table. It was a reaction; one you had no control over. 

“Oh my god, I'm sorry,” You rushed out the words shocked at your own actions. Soap was the next one to reach for you, well more like tackle. You crouched sliding to your left through Ghost's legs.

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A few other soldiers on the base stared in confusion at the barrack building. What sounded like a bar fight was happening inside. The sounds of breaking furniture and shattering plates filled the air. 

There was a shocking amount of swearing and a few choice sentences before you slammed through the window. Shattering it upon impact and landing from the three story building in a tuck and roll.

And then you legged it. Like the devil himself was on your heels. There was another commotion before the three men stumbled out of the room, Pierce with a busted nose, Gaz holding his head, Ghost dusting the remnants of a broken glass of his shoulder and Soap still laying on the floor inside curled up in the fetal position. His hands clutching his family jewels. 

“How the fucks did she do that?” Price muttered in confusion as they watched your disappearing figure.

The boys in all their wisdom beside to treat giving you the shot like a mission. On the thoroughly planned and scoped out before enacting. Little did they know it would be one of their hardest missions yet. They tried to administer the shot 29 times. Every time they would come up with a different plan. They had tried everything, bribery, outsmarting you, trapping you. None of it worked, you always managed to get away.

“Macgyver!” You bloody froze as you heard your call sign. At that very moment you sat perched up in the very high corner of an aircraft hangar. Had you scaled the walls to get there, yes, was it your greatest idea, no. But you weren't thinking logically. You knew it was stupid how frightened you got but you just weren't able to control it.

“We know you're here,” they called again. You peeked around the large beam spotting only Ghost in the entrance. Instantly you looked for the others. Were they trying to trap you again? 

“Come on Sargent,” He was your Lieutenant. You should have listened to him. But you kept your mouth shut happily perched in your little hidey hole. 

“It's fine. Just so you know Gaz it hurt. Idiot sprained his ankle running afta ya,” He informed. Instantly you felt guilty, and a little worried for your teammate. You wanted to get down and help, but you also knew the possibility of it being a trap. Ghost waited a few moments before cursing under his breath. He began to search the hanger. Under every trap inside every plane. Around every corner. He looked like he was about to give up. Then out of sheer luck for him, and anything but luck for you he looked up. Instantly the two of you made eye contact. He stared for a moment truly grasping the situation, trying to forget about how exactly you got up there. 

“The fuck you doing up there?” his gruff voice asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Thought it looked like a comfortable place to sit,” you shrugged nonchalantly. Ghost took in the awkward sit/balanced crouch you had going on.

“Oh yeah, it looks real comfortable,” he said.

“Well I am,” you stated.

“Right, well come on now, fun's over,” he nodded for you to come down.

“Respectfully sir. Suck a dick” Ghost propped an eyebrow at the insult. With your apologetic expression he knew you didn't mean it, but he had to admit. It was refreshing to see someone who was willing to insult him. “Fine, well it's either you get down yourself or I come get you,” he gave you the ultimatum.

“You're right, Let my just give up now and come down. Just like you said,'' You pretended to get ready to descale the walls.

“Thankyou,” Ghost was actually genuinely thankful. He thought by some miracle you were actually going to listen to him. 

“Yeah you know just let me,” Quickly snapping back to your original position you flipped him off. He stared for a few bewildered moments.

“That's just childish,” he said.

“You're a child,” you snapped back.

“Right,” Ghost huffed, walking up to the beams. You watched him as he struggled to scale the walls. After all he was a big man, he was carrying a lot of weight. As he finally reached the beam you were on he turned to look at you. Only you weren't there. He frowned looking down to see you sliding down a beam and hitting the ground. 

“Fuck,” he quickly did the same. Hearing the thunderous footsteps of Ghost feet would be encouragement enough for anyone to run for their lives. To you it was a reminder that you not only insulted your lieutenant but you flipped him off and called him a child. You had just made it outside of the hanger. 

Now you were fast, the fastest on the team when it came to running. You could have outrun him. Only when you stepped out into the open did you feel a sharp pain hit your left ass cheek. 

“Fucking Ass!” you came to a small hopping stop as you looked for the culprit. A little red feathered dart had been plugged into the soft tissue of your ass. 

“Did you just shoot a dart at my ass!” Your bewildered and angry yell was directed to the general direction of where it had come from. Price sat on the roof of a nearby building, dart gun in hand, Gaz by his side with a pair of binoculars.

“Direct hit,” GAz announced.

“She's pissed,” Soap commented as they watched your little tantrum. 

Later that night you stood outside on your little makeshift patio area. You hand rubbing the still stinging spot on your ass with a permanent frown. Hearing the door open you snapped your head around to glare. Ghost silently walked out and stood beside you.

“Using Gaz was a low blow,” you grumbled. Ghost silently looked over you, your cute little frown. It reminded him of a toddler that wasn't allowed to have chocolate. 

“Then what do you call kicking Johnny in the balls?” he asked.

“Tactical,” you grumbled. You were surprised to hear the softest huff of a chuckle come from Ghost. It was times like these you wish you could see his expression. But you were sure you saw the side of his mask where the edge of a smile would be, tilt upwards. The idea of Ghost smiling had you chuckling.

“What's so funny?” he asked.

“All this, I'm a medic you think I'd be comfortable with needles,” you chuckled.

“That ain’t funny. Soap getting kicked in the balls. That's funny. Fucker deserved it,” Ghost said. You chuckled again. Ghost glanced over at you, he liked your laugh. It was always a true honest one.

“Well I guess I should apologize about the disrespect I've shown today,” With a deep sigh you stood at attention. “I apologize for the disrespect I showed and not listening to orders,” You said with an embarrassed smile.

“So what will be the punishment, Lieutenant?” You asked. This was the first time you had done anything wrong with the boys. While they seemed ok with it, you were used to the military hierarchy. You had insulted a higher ranking officer once. It didn't go so well. You expected Ghost to be no different.

“Not gonna punish you,” he shrugged. You let out a relieved sigh closing your eyes. “But,” when you opened them again, Ghost was standing directly in front of you. On instinct you stepped back, hitting the pole you had been leaning on. Ghost closed the distance. You swallowed as he stepped close enough for you to feel his body heat, your neck craned back to make eye contact with him. 

“Don't ever call me a child again,” he stated his voice dropping into a serious tone. You quickly nodded with an awkward chuckle. It was meant to be intimidating, Ghost had used his size to intimidate before. While you were intimidated there was one thing that kept your attention. You could have sworn you could see a smirk under that mask. 

“Um, yeah sure,” You muttered. Leaning down he hovered his head by your ear, his hot breath faint through the mask but you could still feel it. You felt your heart jump. skip a beat and then rattle the back of your throat. Why was he so close?

“I promise you love I'm no kid,” he whispered. You were barely able to frown at his comment when something pricked your thigh. 

“The fuck was that?” you asked at the small amount of pain giving Ghost’s chest a soft shove. He stepped back holding his hand up that held an empty syringe.

“You bastard,” you whispered. Now you were sure he was smirking. You could see it in his eyes.

“Price thought it best not to tell you about the second shot,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Wow, so he basically just gave you a mini heart attack just to give you a shot.

“Next time I need to take blood from you I'm gonna miss your veins so many times,” you threatened half heartedly.

“Good thing I'm not scared of needles,” he said, his eyes shining smugly.

“You..” You glared at the tease. He simply turned towards the door. 

“Fuckers,” you grumbled as you watched him walk back into the barracks.

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[feyhunter78]

Chapter Three - Your father has taken notice of your blossoming interest in a certain dark-haired northerner.

Ch 4

“The boy is looking at you again.” Your father drawls, moving his elephant across the cyvasse board with disinterest.

You take a sip of your wine and hum in response, moving one of your trebuchets forward.

He clicks his tongue. “Bad move, little lion, that leaves me free to attack your king.”

You glance at the board and curse internally; you have been far too distracted by Jon’s barely subtle stares to properly play the game. “Perhaps I am simply letting you win, you are getting older, Father, it is only the kind thing to do.”

Your father raises an eyebrow and delivers his final move. “Ah yes, it is kindness that distracts you, not the strapping lad who seems he will burst into flames if he does not look at you every three seconds.”

You glance over at Jon, who swiftly turns his attention back to Arya, correcting her stance out in the training yard, the ground freshly cleared of snow.

You and your father have taken a seat on one of the benches within one of the entrances to the guest chambers that spills out into the yard. It’s the perfect mixture between the warmth inside and the crisp morning air outside.

“I have not the faintest idea what you speak of.” You say, popping a grape into your mouth and chewing slowly, trying to hide your smile from your father.

He sighs and shakes his head. “All those years spent teaching you to mask your emotions, to have the perfect expression that never reveals anything, gone with the simple presence of a dark-haired northern boy who does naught by train and brood.”

“He reads as well.” You say, unable to stop yourself from defending Jon.

“Oh, does he now? Someone send word to the Grand Maester, we have found his newest acolyte.” He snorts, taking a drink from his glass.

You wrinkle your nose in response. “You are quite humorous, Father, truly you could put the court fool out of a job.”

He sets his wine down and heaves a heavy sigh. “You know I only ever wish for your happiness.”

“Yes, it is why you are my favorite father in the whole continent.” You smile teasingly, pulling your cloak closer around you as the wind picks up.

“But he is a bastard—”

“You said all dwarves are bastards in their father’s eyes, and yet you are still a man worth respect and titles.” You cut in, surprising even yourself with your outburst.

“Y/N.” Your father says sternly, laying his hands flat on the table.

You duck your head. “Sorry, Father.”

“He is a bastard, he cannot be your husband. A lover, or a guard, yes, but not a husband. If we were not Lannisters, if our house was not as it was, then perhaps it would be allowed. Gods know I do not wish to force you into a marriage you despise, but you are still a lady, still have the potential to win over great victories for our family.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, turning his words over in your mind. “Are you suggesting I proposition him, like Queen Rhaenyra did Ser Criston Cole?”

“I am not suggesting anything, I do not wish to think of my only daughter as a lady grown, but if you must follow Queen Rhaenyra’s footsteps���perhaps it is a Lord Harwin Strong you should seek instead.” His tone is careful, teetering the line between fatherly advice and the words of a Lannister.

You toy with the edges of your cloak. “Jon cares much for his honor, it would be shameful to even ask him such a thing.”

Your father’s hand covers your own. “That bleeding heart of yours, it comes straight from your mother.”

You smile. “And you, as well, do not downplay your kindness. An unkind father would have shipped me off to the richest man who asked for my hand the moment I first bled.”

He shivers in disgust at the thought.

Your eyes drift over to Jon and Arya, the latter who has been distracted by the appearance of Sansa and Joffrey.

“Perhaps a guard then, you could do worse than a guard you have grown alongside, it breeds loyalty.” Your father muses, watching how Jon shifts to put himself between Arya and Joffrey.

You cringe when Joffrey challenges Jon to a playful duel, ignoring your father’s words. “This will not go well.”

“Perhaps it will be good for your cousin’s ego to be beaten into the ground by someone he deems below him.”

You meet your father’s eyes and you both burst into laughter.

“Y/N, Uncle, stop laughing and come, all must witness this display of skill.” Joffrey calls, beckoning you both over.

“I cannot, Nephew, I must meet with your Uncle Jaime.” Your father calls back, hopping down from the bench.

“Father.” You hiss, silently begging him not to leave you with Joffrey.

He pats your hand. “You will be fine, stiff upper lip, little lion, remember?”

You groan and pout at him, but he shoos you forward.

Sansa crushes your hand as you watch Jon and Jeffrey spar, it’s clear Jon is holding back, you’ve seen him training, he puts more effort into hitting the dummies than he does attempt to hit Joffrey.

“Should you not cheer for your cousin?” Sansa asks.

The thought has never crossed your mind, and now it makes your stomach turn. “I would not want to break his concentration.” You say gracefully, trying to keep your eyes on the clashing swords and not Jon.

“Who cares?” Arya cheers, “Go Jon, knock him flat.”

Jon flashes her a smile, one born of confidence and the rush of near victory, and your heart skips a beat. For a moment, you can imagine him competing in a tourney. His polished armor flashing in the sun, ripping his helmet off and letting it fall to the ground, his curls set free as he directs that smile towards you, the crown of roses in his hand naming you his Queen of Love and Beauty.

“Good work, My Prince, hit him hard.” Sansa cheers in direct opposition of her sister.

Joffrey turns towards Sansa, basking in her praise. A fatal mistake, his distraction allows Jon to knock him to the ground.

The action rips a gasp from you, not many aside from your Uncle Jaime would dare to knock Joffrey off his feet.

Your cousin lies there stunned, then he darts up, sputtering, his face turning red as he hurls insults at Jon, before storming off, Sansa jumping up to follow after him.

You catch her arm. “Lady Sansa, I would leave him to his solitude, my cousin is not fond of sharing in his embarrassment.”

Sansa looks as if she wishes to argue, but relents and turns to scold Arya for her cheering.

Jon’s gaze falls upon you, he hasn’t even broken a sweat, his eyes the color of a winter storm in the sunlight.

Perhaps a guard then. Your father’s words echo in your mind. You didn’t need to follow in Queen Rhaenyra’s footsteps, you could follow in Queen Alicent’s. Your maester had spoken of the pure and courtly bond between her and Ser Criston Cole when you were young, and you had been enraptured by the devotion Ser Cole had to his queen.

“Well done, Lord Jon.” You say, giving him a smile and a slight nod of your head as you take a step forward, then another until you are standing before him. Then you lean in, “though I would not have protested if you bruised his jaw when you knocked him flat.”

A slight smile tugs at Jon’s lips, and your eyes dart down to them.

He sucks in a breath, then takes a step back, putting more space between you, an overly appropriate amount of space. “Thank you, Lady Lannister.”

“Y/N, or if we must use titles, Lady y/n.”

Jon swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his pale throat. He has a nice throat, well-formed, pale with a smattering of dark stubble where it meets his chin. He must be freshly shaved, there’s a slight nick near his right ear.

You must get a hold of yourself, a nice throat? Y/N, you are shameful. You chastise yourself internally, tearing your eyes from him.

“As you wish, Lady y/n.” He whispers, his voice nearly stolen by the wind.

Jon TL: @mostclevermiss

[watarfallar]

Is this your order? More incorrect quotes? Okay then, scroll to the next window please. Have a good day!

Scott: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

Jimmy: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

Etho: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Skizz: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Etho: That's not what I asked. Skizz: That is all the information I have.

Etho: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone! Mumbo: What are you talking about? Of course— Tango, holding out a hand to shut Mumbo up: No, no, they have a point—

Cleo: Scar... How do I begin to explain Scar? Jimmy: Scar is flawless. Bdubs: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Mumbo: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Etho: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Cleo: I can be your partner for the next race. Lizzie: Sorry, Cleo. It's a sibling race. BigB: Maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this. Lizzie: It's only children, BigB. A lonely child is what you're gonna be when I sell you!

Impulse: Go ahead, Ren. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. Skizz: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Bdubs: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Bdubs: Oh no, where did it go? BigB: BDUBS WHAT THE FUCK?!

Etho: Do you need help getting up? Gem: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

Pearl: What do you three have to say for yourself? Bdubs: Scar: Lizzie: Oops?

Jimmy: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Jimmy: *turns around and helps Impulse through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Impulse. Impulse: Okay.

Jimmy: Pearl’s out the will. Pearl: That’s honestly fair. I deserve that. Impulse: Wait, you have a will? Already? You haven’t even graduated. Jimmy: I’ve done some things in my life. Upset the wrong people. Martyn, you have a will too, right? Martyn: Lots. Good luck figuring out which one’s real.

Scott: The fastest way to a Gem’s heart is through ch- Etho: Chest cavity. Scott: Scott: Cheese.

Ren: I have locked Bdubs in a cage designed by their own art. Oh, they have been well and truly hoist by their own petard. Cleo: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that. Ren: I’m blackmailing them. Cleo: Oh, happy days.

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting* Scott: *walks in and sits on Martyn’s lap* The Squad: … Lizzie: Why are you sitting there? Scott: There’s no free seats! Lizzie: But we made sure there was enough room for- Martyn: *hugs Scott tightly* There are no free seats.

Etho: You’re drunk. Cleo: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Etho.

Grian: Could you be anymore annoying? Joel: Yes.

Martyn: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Skizz: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

Pearl: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) BigB: What's that? Pearl: Remorse code. BigB: I'm even angrier now.

Bdubs: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Etho: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Bdubs: God?!

Pearl: Hey! Wanna hear a joke? Gem: Sure. Pearl: Your life! Gem: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning. Pearl: Gem, no.

Grian: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Pearl: The cow?? Grian:What? Skizz: Pearl, W H Y?

Joel: *very seriously* You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help. Mumbo: I went to the park today. Joel: There you go! I hope you got something from that. Mumbo: *opening their coat* This duck.

Grian: You disgust me. Mumbo: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

Scar: Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Mumbo: No… not really. Scar: Are you going to do something about it? Mumbo: Hm… nah.

[myymi]

“So, how's it feel to be the errand boy for once, Dread?” The echidna rolled his eyes before turning to give the bat an unimpressed frown.

“Shut yer mouth, Batten.” He grumbled, turning his attention back to the tree he was climbing. The woman snorted but ended up flying away to look for the little fox that came with them to the small island.

Once he collected the three coconuts this tree held, he looked around the island to try and get a glimpse of yellow or white fur.

He stiffened when something smacked into the back of his head, quickly turning to look behind him. He could see Batten waving him over, a certain glint in her eyes he wasn't used to seeing.

With a frown, Dread jumped down from the tree and ran over to where his fri– crewmate was. Batten pulled him behind a rock when he was close enough, motioning to keep his voice down.

“What's wrong with ye?” He whispered, raising a brow when the bat carefully peeked around the rock they were crouched behind.

“Look.” She nodded her head to tell Dread to take a peek himself. When he did, he figured he was seeing things.

He was pretty sure Sonic went back to his home.

“Who is that?” He asked as he ducked back behind the rock. It couldn't be Sonic, could it?

“Not sure.” Batten mumbled as she turned to face Dread. “I saw Sails with him.”

Dread felt even more confused now. Sails didn't go up to strangers without the crew with him. Was he fooled by this landlubber’s disguise?

The surge of anger that passed through his nerves at the thought of the youngest crewmate being hurt by this landlubber was a strange feeling, but he welcomed it.

He found he actually enjoyed protecting the crew. For once, it seemed to be more important than any treasure in the sea.

Dread drew his sword as he peeked out from the rock once again, surprised to see that the hedgehog was gone.

He slowly rose to his full height, eyes darting all around the surrounding area to try and locate the stranger. Batten stood up with him, carefully wrapping a hand around her own sword.

Dread nearly jumped out of his skin when a finger tapped his shoulder. He quickly whipped around, making sure to keep Batten behind him as he aimed his sword at whoever touched him.

Sails raised a brow at the echidna's actions, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Sails?” Batten asked, equally as confused as the little fox. Her eyes carefully scanned over the fox, looking for any injuries as his mechanical arm slowly lowered the sword pointed at his face.

“Aye, lad.” Dread sighed heavily, resheathing his sword, “Where'd ye go?”

“Just over there,” The kit jabbed his thumb to the right, exactly where that landlubber was standing moments ago.

Just as the echidna was about to ask the fox about the hedgehog, the stranger appeared at the youngest’s side. He had a lazy grin on his muzzle as he threw an arm around the other's shoulder.

“Get yer paws off Sails, ye landlubber!” Batten growled, pulling out her sword but refraining from pointing it at the hedgehog just yet.

Sails and the hedgehog seemed to exchange a glance at that, “Uh, it's alright, Batten.”

“What’d ye mean is alright?” Dread asked, glaring at the hedgehog. He was very quiet, “That ain't Sonic, Sails.”

“I know he ain't Sonic, Dread.” The fox rolled his eyes, gesturing to the mobian leaning against him, “His name's Tonic.”

“Tonic?” Batten questioned, the grip on her sword tightening.

Sails nodded, a paw resting on his hip as the hedgehog gave them a two finger salute. “He ain't sure how he washed up here, but he has no way to find his crew. Figured we could go ask Captain Rose if there's anything we can do for ‘em.”

“Are ye sure, Sails?” Batten looked down to the fox, her pose relaxing slightly when she saw how calm he was.

“He ain't gonna hurt us.” The kit argued, ending the conversation by walking away. Tonic was behind the fox immediately, not caring to stick around the bat and echidna without him.

“We're gonna keep an eye on tha’ one, right?” Batten crossed her arms as she looked over to Dread. The echidna nodded with a frown, not taking his eyes away from the hedgehog.

He didn't trust him. But Sails did, and he knows that kid has a harder time trusting people than anyone else abroad Angel's Voyage 2.0.

Black Rose might give him a chance for Sails, but he's absolutely done for if he does anything to hurt the fox.

It had become an unspoken rule between the crew after they had finally learned the full extent of the kit’s past.

Sails was their number one priority now.

[uncoupledengine]

Another Polaroid picture that I created for another piece.

Here is Oliver and Douglas having a movie night. They have stolen Duck’s laptop, created a blanket fort and the Little Wester team had even got Oliver a toad (frog) plushie for him to cuddle with.

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“Are you sure this is okay for us to do?” Oliver inquired curiously as he pulled more blankets on to Douglas’s bed to make the fort.

“Of course,” Douglas smiled as he closed the door behind him, Duck’s laptop tucked under his arm. “Donnie and I do it all ta time.” Douglas sat on his bed and watched as Oliver continued to tie the blanket to the top of a bookshelf.

Oliver smiled happily at his little fort and lowered himself gently on to his bed. He examined Duck’s laptop and was amused by the stickers on it. The big Great Western logo and the picture of a duck in water heavily secured the laptops owner as Duck.

Oliver reached to his side and pulled at the large plushie that had been gifted to him a few days ago. The Little Western team had felt sorry for the poor lad not having any of his own belongings apart from a few pieces of clothes. Donald and Duck had been shopping when they had found the plushie and instantly bought it for their new friend. Oliver thought himself too old for plushies but the more he cuddled it the more he needed it. It had been a wonderful gift. It was nice to have something that was his, especially being surrounded by so many nicknacks and souvenirs that the other three had collected over the years.

Soon the two lay on their fronts watching the film when a knock on the door occurred. They barely looked up as Duck stepped into the room with a smile on his face. He watched the two for a moment and quirked an eyebrow at his laptop being used.

“Donald and I are heading out,” Duck announced, “are you two staying in tonight?”

“Yep,” Douglas answered watching the fight scene intently.

“We’ll be back late,” Duck warned and slowly closed the door behind him.

Duck quickly collected his camera and took a step back into the room. Oliver and Douglas seemed too happy with their situation to notice him. Oliver was curled around his plushie and snuggled next to Douglas, a large blue blanket lay on top of the two as the blue light from the laptop illuminated their faces. Duck smiled and took a quick snapshot of the two before shutting the door. He placed his camera back down before moving to the makeshift gallery wall they had started in the corridor. Many pictures of their adventures and achievements hung upon it. Duck collected a pin and placed the picture in the centre of the collection, next to a picture of Donald and Douglas from their first official work day on Sodor. Duck smiled before heading to meet Donald.

[callsignfangs]

141 + Fangs with the reader who has a paper star making addiction. (Platonic) /nf

You feed me so well pooks 😇

For context: Fangs is also a CoD oc sorta thingy of mine 😚 I’ll add theirs at the end for anyone who’s interested 💟💟

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141 + Fangs & Paper star addicted reader <3

Price:

• Really doesn’t get it. He adores how often you gift them to him but has absolutely no clue what to do with them.

• Ended up repurposing one of his desk drawers to fill them with. Also generally always has some laying around.

• Is irrationally pissy whenever someone insults them. Think they’re weird? At least his partner loves him enough to spend their time making things for him instead of shitty storebought gifts every other month, Samantha.

Gaz:

• Is absolutely giddy about them.

• Learns to make them with you so you two can make a collection together 😇

• Came up with the idea of making them out of sugar paper and incorporating them into food as well, bc why not??

• Puts them literally everywhere. He has little tupperware boxes and mugs full of them placed all over his room.

Ghost:

• Secretly loves sitting and watching you make them. Seeing your fingers curl around the paper with each other fold, it’s just mesmerising to him.

• Can’t get the hang of it himself, though. Poor lad’s fumbling, catching his fingers on every other corner, his hands are just too big.

• Has at least one on him at all times. On a mission? Scattered across his vest pockets. Out running errands? One on the specially made keychain his house keys are on.

• Gets surprisingly upset if any of them get ripped/damaged. Still has a few on his floor because god knows this man has knocked over piles or containers of them, and/or used them as extra ammo during pillow fights.

Soap:

• Similar to Gaz, also very happy about them 😇

• Incorporates them into random things in his life. Definitely shaved a few stars into his mohawk. Maybe even got a star-related tattoo.

• Has them literally everywhere. Whenever he cleans up or redecorates his room, he’ll find at least a dozen just strewn about.

• Can’t exactly get the hang of tiny paper stars either, so whenever he makes them with you he gets big strips of paper so he can actually fold them.

• Always complains about how disarming explosives/tinkering with the tiny, intricate little bits in his snipers is somehow easier than folding those stupid bloody bits of paper.

• Angst warning ahead - Have you lot seen that tiktok video of the person who’s father hid rubber ducks around their house, and after he passed they found one in the console of their car? Yeah. That’s what you’re met with after MW3. You’re welcome 😇 (edit: found it on reddit instead of tt 😚)

Fangs:

• A little confused at first, but eventually catches up with it.

• Will get deeply upset if they lose one you’ve gifted them. Yeah, they have at least three hundred others, but it was a gift from you!!

• Like Soap, starts bringing them into projects. Impulsively starts a full art project based completely around them, and has to shamefully slink over and ask you to make them more 😇

• Sorta gets the hang of them. To say they’re a bit wonky is an understatement, but they’re trying their best, and they don’t really mind as long as they’re having fun (silently raged for at least half an hour over them).

• Paints a star on their favourite rifle. Price wasn’t very happy when they went on a night mission and he spotted a little painted star glowing in the dark, and they very reluctantly peeled of the paint and replaced it with a less noticeable colour.

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Giggle donee 😇 My brains been kinda rotting over this lately and I have a Farah ask that I’m going a liiil feral over so yippee 🎉 (if ur seeing this i love u farah anon(s?) /p 😋)

Okok yaya but thanks pooks this dragged me out of my like writing hole very happy 💪

[ramonahblog]

Reading The Storybook of Legends.

Paragraph is spent with Cerise existing, the Three Little Pigs (who are unnamed) bumping into her, screaming and locking themselves in a classroom. Ducking down so their little faces aren't seen. And like...one, that's hilarious to me as the reader.

But in-universe? Anxiety-inducing for everyone involved. The pigs I'll explain below.

Cerise because she has to hide the fact she's part wolf. And imagine doing everything you can including sleeping with your hood on because your roommate is someone who CANNOT lie. Even by omission. Even if they wanted and desperately wished they could.

But there's at least three students who keep revealing exactly that by running away instinctively every time they notice you.

Literally every time Cerise and The Three Little Pigs share the same space, they reveal exactly who her father is. Now to the pigs: Do the pigs know that is what their instincts are telling them? Or do they think they just have this really weird and niche phobia and every time afterwards, they're like damn, what the fuck. We need to get this under control lads/gals. This is embarrassing.

The pigs in therapy* trying to overcome this stupidly embarrassing phobia they have because omg, they need to stop. It's Cerise Hood. They have zero reasons to be scared of her**.

*ignore the fact that EAH world most likely does not have therapy.

**Totally HCing that the one pig that agreed to be Apple White's Evil Queen for that one webisode is the one that realises it's not a phobia because it's completely rational for a pig to be afraid of a wolf. Also I'm HCing that that pig is the one that gets his house blown down first.

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

How often does your character name things (whether items, pets, plans, etc) and what is their process for naming? Do they base names on inanimate objects, gods or notable figures, or simply on what 'feels' right? Have they ever given someone or something a cheesy nickname? What names have they come up with (if any)?

Dusk honestly tries to avoid naming things if he can help it, because he knows he's not very creative with them. He is a man who panicked and blurted out the first spear name that came to mind when asked to name his chocobo, Pike, and has only ever referred to his duck friend as 'Duck.' Duck's a bit of a special case, though ... Dusk doesn't think of Duck as 'his' or as a pet. Let's just say he very much understood Deryk when he said he hadn't named the baby opo-opo because it felt insulting to do so.

Dusk technically bases names on inanimate objects, as in addition to Pike, he has a draught chocobo named Lance. He helped name the orphanage's baby chocobo and picked Ranseur. He realized around then that three makes it a firm pattern, and now people will expect spear-based names for all his chocobos from now on. He doesn't mind, there's a lot of spear names out there!

He and Farron named the amaro babies as a team, and you can tell because a lot of thought got put into them, plus they got a little sappy with it. They both wanted to give them fey names to honor where they came from, so Dusk got a list of terms from Urianger and they got to work. Eo means 'star' and Sul means 'flower,' both things that hold symbolic meaning to Dusk and Farron, and the babies both got 'Lad' as their second name, as it means traveler and ... well, they are!

Dusk is not one for nicknames, generally speaking, or even pet names, but he has called Farron both 'sweet pea' and 'pumpkin.' Sweet pea is because it's a flower that makes Dusk think of Farron, and pumpkin was because Farron made a rabbit-looking jack-o-lantern for All Saints and Dusk thought it was super cute. He hardly ever uses them out loud, and Farron has turned into a flustered mess each time.

Thank you for the ask!

[sentientcave]

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY

I was gonna post something else but I wasn't happy with it and then had an emotional spiral and had to have a nap. So have more Rugby!

Transman reader - He also has a described tattoo. This also picks up right after this last bit I shared.

“Alright, fine,” you say, ducking under Simon’s hand. You peel off your t-shirt and hold your arms out, shaking your head. “Happy?”

All three of them give you an appreciative, considering, up and down glance. “Didn’t know you had tattoos.” Simon points to the big moth on your shoulder and the accompanying foliage that crawls over your shoulder and down your chest.

You shrug and shake out your t-shirt, preparing to put it back on. “Lots you don’t know. You lads done gawking or what?”

“No, turn around,” Johnny suggests. “Let’s see those back muscles.”

“No.” You start to put your shirt back on, but someone— Johnny— tugs it out of your hands and takes off across the park. “Hey!” you shout, running after him. “Johnny, get your ass back here!”

The cheeky grin he sends over his shoulder makes it clear that he’s not going to listen— Not going to stop until you make him stop. Like a puppy, too excited by the game to realize that you might be angry (you're not, but you could be), entirely too swept up in the thrill of being chased to think at all. You close the gap quickly enough though. He has endurance, can run for miles and miles, but in short sprints you can out-pace him. Your fingers brush his back, so he feints to one side and goes the other.

You know him too well— He’s done that move a thousand times in games— So you throw yourself the same way he goes, and you both crash into the ground.

The problem with that is that he really has the advantage in a grapple. He has reach, weight, experience that you do not, and he’s not afraid to use each and all of them to get you pinned face down in the grass.

“Aw, c’mon Ripper, s’that all ye’ve got?” he growls in your ear, mouth so close you swear you feel the graze of his teeth against your skin. “Thought ye were a scrapper.”

You manage to pitch your weight to the side and take him with you in a roll, and slide out of his grasp before he can get you pinned again, wrapping yourself around one shoulder and his neck. He tries to shake you loose, but you won’t let go, so the best he can do is roll onto his back with you underneath him. You hook one leg around one of his, and he just sort of flails, unable to do anything about it. You can’t really do anything about it either, but it feels like the closest you were going to get to a victory anyway.

A giggle pulls your attention to something behind you, and you let your head fall back to the grass so you can see the group of girls sitting just a couple of feet away, with their iced coffees and sketchbooks, laughing at your antics.

“Sorry ladies,” you pant, flashing them a grin. “He’s a rescue. Still can’t take him anywhere. Bad dog, Johnny.” You let up, and Johnny rolls over, laughing. At least with his bulk off of you, you can breathe again.

One of the girls leans over you a bit, still smiling. Her fingers brush across your shoulder playfully. She’s really pretty, warm brown eyes, coily hair piled up on top of her head, her smile so bright it’s a little like you’re staring directly at the sun. “I like your tattoo.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask. “I think you might like my number even more.”

[pushing500]

Hello, I love you. Thank you for giving me an excuse to show off my colony! I think it's my favourite of all the Rimworld colonies I've ever built, and I would love to give you a tour!

This settlement is called Eureka. It's quite big and sprawling, so I'll pop it under here where it won't clog up people's dashboards if they don't want it to:

Okay, first of all, I'd like to mention that the main ideology of the colony (as well as two out of the three others we have in the colony: Wendy and Laurie's ideology, and Wookshy's little heretical sub-cult) has the City Builders meme from Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Memes and Structures, which means lots of separate buildings instead of one big one.

This makes things like temperature regulation across the colony a bit tricky, but I love the way it looks.

Here's a shot of the whole of Eureka in all it's current glory. I think it's lovely, though I may be biased in that regard.

Eureka's very first colonists, Albina, Brennan, Irwin, and Rogan the dog, crash-landed in escape pods right where that obelisk is standing in the middle.

The bedrooms you see here are built from limestone that we salvaged from a large ruin in the area. The top left is Albina's bedroom, beside that is Barghest's bedroom (it was Irwin's originally, but he moved into Connie's room when they got married. Both lads have the ascetic trait, and they love it), then the bottom left is Brennan and Debby's room.

The kitchen/abattoir/dining room/art studio/tailor shop is on the right.

Here's the hospital, the research lab, and a "monument" we built for the Empire that now stores all our chemfuel. We also have a little field of blueberry bushes and a beehive. Irwin and Connie's bedroom is on the bottom left.

(Don't mind the apparent excess of sickly colonists, I'll address that in a post after this one.)

Here is the prison barracks, the nutrient-paste vending machine for guests who forget to bring their own food, the water treatment plant, and the duck pen.

I have a lot of chemfuel generators, and this isn't even all of them.

The northern part of Eureka is home to a luxurious hot-tub room, my lovely school /nursery with its adjoining veggie garden, and the tomb we built to honour cuterpillar Bernie, may they rest in peace.

More chemfuel generators, the ex-Ancient Danger, the closet of clothes for Eureka's residents to select their ideal outfits, and the landing pad we have repurposed as a shipyard. It appears we are still a long way off from launching a ship, though. No escape anytime soon.

The wedding chapel with an assortment of instruments that the colonists like to play, and the devilsheep pen.

The boomalope pens (top for males, bottom for females), and some more bedrooms.

The top bedroom is where Wookshys sleeps (ew) and where Baz used to sleep before he moved into a room with Zonovo.

Below Wookshys' room is Kaz and Fafo's room. It will be equipped with a double bed once they get married.

To the left of their room is Laurie and Candlelight's room, which I only now realise is a terrible idea considering the amount of fights they've been getting into. I'll have to shuffle the sleeping arrangements to remedy that.

The room on the bottom left is Wendy and Tamarind's room, and beside them is the room where Andrei, Kawoo, and baby Andy sleep.

Here you can see our smelting/machining/smithing/fabricating workshop above our new landing pad (since the last one was repurposed as a shipyard).

In the middle is the off-brand temple that I built for Wookshys' sad little sub-cult for no reason other than to make him and his heretic followers stop whining that they didn't have one.

Beside the temple for the "Wavian Path" sub-cult are two more bedrooms: Vu and Hazrov's room on the left and Baz and Zonovo's room on the right.

Main storerooms, the temple for the proper ideology of Eureka (The Path of Animism), a bathroom, and the crematorium.

The crematorium has dodgy walls because I didn't realise I was building into the Anima tree's "exclusion zone" until after I'd already mined out the room and started putting up walls. Now it just looks weird, and I have to avoid looking at it.

The riverside picnic area that Wookshys is banished to most days to do his fishing, where I don't have to see him. It's very pretty, and I think if I were trapped on a distant rim world, I would appreciate a nice riverside park like this as long as there were no Wookshys' around to bother me.

Our treasured Anima tree, Connie's berrymaker dryad Gauranlen tree, and a little nature shrine that Irwin made out of jade for all the colonists who have the natural meditation focus types, which is a lot of them, apparently.

Geothermal generators are boring, so I used this steam vent to make a hot spring instead which I like much better. There's also a reasonable selection of guest bedrooms, another bathroom, and our saunas which are separated into male and female rooms.

All our stone cutting is done by the hot spring, and all the cut stone is dumped in a pile with raw steel, bones, and other things that won't deteriorate on the ground outside.

Also, another view of Connie and Irwin's room, along with Albina's room and Brennan and Debby's room.

Last but not least is Eureka's main farming area. There are little growing patches set up here and there all over the place (which I'm sure my farmers are thrilled about... At least they can get their steps up while they work), but this is the main spot where most zones are organised into one accessible area.

And that concludes the tour of Eureka! I won't pretend to be the most efficient or practical Rimworld player, but I love building things that look nice (to me, at least) and make my colonists happy.

I hope you enjoyed this little insight into the place where all my wonderful colonists live, and thank you again for giving me an excuse to ramble about it. <3

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[briefalpacashark]

~Meeting 141~

The first time you meet the members of task force 141.

Warning: mentions of violence, death, blood.

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It was a typical mission. Neck deep in shit and halfway to hell. The mission was simple. It had two parts. The first part was to collect information off a computer. It was a two team mission, Alpha consisting of Gaz, Soap and Ghost. And Bravo, consisting of Price and Roach. Currently, they were both making their way through an oil rig in the early hours of the morning, with the cover of night. A nice little base for some black market operations. The second part of the mission was harder. Extracting the asset. And asset Price informed them beforehand would be joining their team.

“What ya recon he's gonna be like?” Soap asked as he stood in the main office room, gun raised at the door, ready for anything. The group had many guesses of who the newest member of their team would be. Price wasen't necessarily secretive about them, but he didn't tell them anything about them either. “He's a medic. Probably likes sticking stuff up ass’s,” Ghost, who was positioned by the door, said, making the two guys smirk. “Youll love that then, won't you?” Gaz asked, not taking his eyes off the computer screen in front of him. Soap chuckled at Ghost's dead panned look. “Come on Gaz, you know he's sensitive about that sort of thing,” Soap joked. “I hope you both get shot in the ass,” Ghost grumbled. “Done,” Gaz announced. “Alright, let's move,” Soap said. Getting into formation, they peeled out of the room. “Ghost to Price, we've got the package, on the move out of er,” Ghost spoke into the com's. “Copy that, Asset secured, see you soon,” Price's voice cracked over the radio. They moved through the oil rig quietly, their shadows barely noticeable in the dark as they moved down the outer side of the buildings, the metal racks slick with the rain that had just started. Then it started, a lucky spot, a glint of metal perhaps brought attention to team Alpha. They were set upon by a volley of bullets. They bucked behind the cover of a building, trying to return fire as best they could. Ghost, who had taken point, peeked around the building taking out two men. That was until he felt his leg buckle as pain erupted up his thigh. “FUCK!” he exclaimed as he dropped to one knee.

“WE'RE TAKING HEAVEY FIRE! GHOST GOT HIT!” Gaz yelled into the com's as he helped Ghost to the ground. He took one look at the bullet hole, his face washing itself of colour. It was spurting blood like crazy. “He's hit bad!” Gaz added. His worry for his friend was quickly forgotten when a group of men came around a corner to their left. He raised his gun and started shooting. “Theres too many,” Soap grunted as they tucked themselves behind a few barrels. They were pinned down, unable to return fire and stuck like sitting ducks. They couldn't use explosives, one wrong flame could set the whole place up like a tinderbox. The enemy team slowly moved forward, laying the cover on heavy as they approached the barrels. The soft rapid patter of feet on metal drew the lad's eyes high. And there you were. Your small five foot three frame throwing itself of a higher level soaring across the sky. Knife and gun in hand. Your hair long and braided, whipped in the wind behind you. The assaulting team barely registered your presence before you landed upon the lead. Your knife burying itself beep into his neck, His body toppled over with the hit. You used the momentum to roll up to your next opponent, you dragged the knife across the back of his knee, pulling him into a kneel. Rising up you shot him in the head before propping his body up as a shied as you delivered three more accurate shots. The small assault team now all lay dead at your feet. Fueled with the adrenalin, and the absurdity of the stunt you had just pulled, you slowly tuned around to the three guys peeking over the barrels with shocked looks.

“Friendly,” you raised both your hands. You chest heaved, your eyes scanning over them to see if they would believe you. “Macgyver, the fuck was that!” You snapped around to Price, who stood at the edge of the level you had jumped from. Seeing if from that angle you could see that you drastically underestimate the height of it. “Improvisation?” you shrugged, you didn't really know yourself. You had never done anything that crazy before. yet you had seen your team mates in danger. And you acted. “Fucking hell. Patch Ghost up and let's get the hell out of here! We'll provide cover!” he ordered. You nodded, tucking your gun and knife into the back of your pants. You rushed up to the barrel, vaulting over it and landing in a crouch over the legs of who you assumed was Ghost. What stared back at you was a skull mask, revealing only the dark pools of his eyes. He certainly was a sight. One you didn't know whether to be scared of or impressed by. “Ghost?” You asked. In your adrenaline fueled state, you didn't notice how close you were to him. He could feel your hot breath fanning his face. He could smell the lavender soap you had used that morning. He gave a curt nod, but you had already moved your eyes down his body, looking from the issue. Finding it the gapping whole you quickly knew what it was. The bullet had hit an artery. Your hands ran down the Ghost's vest, searching for the familiar tourniquet. Soap shared a look with Gaz as you practically fondled their friend. Finding the tourniquet, you undid it, slipping it up his thigh. It was a high shot, so your hands were placed dangerously close to his groin as you quickly worked your magic. Ghost didn't know what to do or say as your small hands touched his so closely with no remorse. After all, you were a medic. You didn't care about that sort of stuff. Still, you could feel a blush dusting the tops of your ears. “He's hit an arty, we need to get him out. I've stopped the bleeding, but I need tools to fix that,” you said absentmindedly peeking around the corner of the building. You quickly ducked your head back as bullets volleyed towards you.

“Ok, can't go that way, Come on,” You swiveled yourself to Ghost's left side, taking his arm and hooking it over your shoulders. You huffed as you heaved him to his feet, They were momentarily surprised at the strength your little body possessed. Gaz quickly took his other arm and you lead them quickly to the rendezvous point. Where you practically threw ghost into the boat. The poor lad grunted as he hit the bottom of the boat taking Gaz with him. “Sorry,” you apologized jumping over them to the controls of the boat. “Were at the rendezvoused, where are you?” Soap asked into the com's. “Look up,” Piece said. You all did just in time to see their bodies plunge into the water beside you. You waited till they were pulled into the boat before you slammed the throttle down. The sun slowly started to rise, casting a golden hue over you. “Both assets secured?” Soap asked. Price nodded, wringing his hat out, Gaz doing the same as he lifted up the hard drive. “So,” Soap trailed off. "She's a woman," he stated. "Great deduction skills," Ghost commented. “That is Sargent Y/L/N. Australian special forces. Best medic out there. Can do anything a doctor can do,” Price stated. “Oh Cap, you're making me blush,” you said, looking back at them with the brightest smile you could muster. A smile that seemed to be awfully contagious. “Men meet the newest member of 141,” Pierce smiled back at you. “Glad to be on board,” you nodded before your eyes fell back to Ghost. “Can someone take over?” You asked. Roach happily obliged. Walking over to Ghost you pulled your knife and started cutting away at his pants. “At least buy me dinner first, love,” You chuckled slightly, placing your hand on his bear thigh gazing deeply into the bullet hole. Your hand slipped around the back. “No exit wound. Looks like I'm gonna have to dig it out when we get back,” you muttered. Ghost wasn't listening, he was fixated on the feeling of your hand running across his bear skin. Aside from the burning pain of being shot, it felt pleasant. “I think I might have a bullet hole too,” Soap interjected, raising his hand. "I'll put one in you," Price warned.

And that was how you first meet the 141. Literally dropping into their lives.

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[florencetypemaniacs]

I cannot wait for the update. It's in my calendar 👀😅

How are you doing? I hope you are well.

I was wondering how the ROs would react to MC giving them flowers on valentine's day during the crushing stage.

I know I'm a bit late with the valentine's day ask 🙈

Thank you so much! I am doing well! I do hope you enjoy it. I do hope that chapter three isn't too short; it is longer than any other chapter in My Inner Sins, but either way, I hope you and everyone else enjoy the story. 

As for the ask.....

💛 Marcel

Marcel looked at the beautiful bouquet of daffodils that you handed him. 

The man in front of you smiled, and for only a second, you thought you saw his eyes tear up, which made you panic until he glanced back at you with a bright smile.

"They are beautiful....." Marcel grabbed one of the flowers and placed it behind your ear. "Thank you, $Name; I will make sure to repay you for this gift." 

He held out his hand, which you took, making your skin warm all over as he led you down the street towards the boutique. 

No matter what you said or did, you came back with a handful of flowers, chocolates, and an ecstatic Marcel, who made sure you didn't stay out too late and walked you home.

🧡 Margaret

Margaret was a buddle of nerves as she took the bouquet of bright marigolds. "I-thank you so much, $Name." Margaret said softly as she looked at you with shiny eyes, When your eyes met, her blush became more radiant.

You noticed her tapping foot as she started spitting out facts about flowers. As she hid herself behind the flowers, she made a sound like a squeak when her words started to jumble together.

"M-M-Marigold flowers are edible. Whether u-used fresh, dried, or infused into v—various beverages, m-marigolds have a-a-a multitude of uses in the kitchen."

You let her ramble on as you both walked down the street; eventually, she took your hand and gave you a nervous smile when you squeezed it back in reassurance.

♥️ Owen

"What the bloody hell are these?" Owen wrinkled his nose at the roses that you presented him with.

"Uh…flowers.."

Owen rolled his eyes. "Well, no shit lass/duck/lad, I am more confused. Why the hell are ye giving them to me."

You started to explain what Valentine's Day was and noticed how his face changed from surprised to uncomfortable. "Listen luv as much as I appreciate the gift; this holiday sounds stupid as hell."

You tried not to let your disappointment show; however, you knew that Owen caught the look as he groaned, seeming to fight with himself. "Food."

"What?" You were surprised as Owen put his arm around you, leading you down the street. "Lets go get dinner."

It would turn out that the red roses were forgotten on the table at the restaurant, but you both were caught up in the night of good food and drinks that Owen paid for. On more than one occasion, you saw Owen's eyes on you with a look that made your heart race.

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary smirked at you as she took the orchids. "Oh, dollface/handsome/angelface, aren't you just the berries?"

You rubbed the back of your neck. "Well....yeah, I thought you deserved something on this special day." 

"I always deserve something special, hun, and don't you forget it." She winked, her shoulders a little tense as she walked towards you, seductively. "I suppose you also deserve a little token of my affection." She purred, and while her tone was light and flirty, it made you frown, and the easiness didn't quite reach her eyes. 

You took a step back. "You don't have to give me....uh..any token. These were a gift." 

Rosemary looked at the flowers and back at you with a raised eyebrow. "Really? No strings attached?" 

"Of course, Rosemary, I want you to feel comfortable." Rosemary must have seen something in your eyes because her own immediately widened in surprise as she really took the flowers in, her gaze softening. 

"Thank you, $Name." 

🩵 Tai

Tai stared at the blue lilies, his face a bright red against his pale cheeks as he stuttered. "I-you-what-"

You gave the man in front of you a small smile. "It's to show that I care about you."

Tai didn't give you any more emotion as he turned around and shut the door to his office in a hurry, leaving you swallowing disappointment and cursing at the flowers in your hand. You started to turn around to leave the clinic, but Tai came out of his office, holding a brown paper bag and some water.

"Here." Tai said in a tone you didn't recognize as he took the flowers from your hands and sat them carefully on the desk before practically throwing you the weighted brown paper bag and water, not even wincing as you almost dropped it.

"What the hell, Tai?"

Tai just rolled his eyes at your tone. "It's sweet and sour pork with two spring rolls. It was my lunch for today, but since you got me these-" Tai looked at the flowers, his eyes softening a little, but his tone was curt as always. "gift. You can have my lunch; I hadn't prepared anything, and I am not one to participate in this commercial holiday, but you still deserv- expect something in return, yes?"

You looked down at the paper bag, and there were indeed containers of food inside. "I can't just steal your lunch, Tai; these flowers are a present."

The young doctor just pushed you out of his office. "Oh, please, you need it anyway, Oleander, with how much junk food you probably consume."

You started to argue, but like always, Tai just toned you out until you left. You actually did end up eating the food, which was delicious. Your mouth was still watering even as you dropped off the tupperware the next day, and you smiled when you saw the blue lilies presented on his desk in a crystal vase.

💚 Zane

Zane hissed. "Why are you giving me these?" He looked down at the tulips, like they were poison. 

"They are to show that I care about you." 

Zane's eyes narrowed, and for a second, you swore you saw something other than distrust in his eyes. "I don't need your flowers, Little Lion, but since you went out of your way to give me a sacrifice-" 

"A gift." You corrected, but Zane droned on. "I shall grant you the tolerance of accepting them." 

More than once the next week, you caught Zane staring at the flowers intensely with curiosity and confusion. 

[xcherrypie]

Back home

Summary: You and Sam visit your parents and it brings back all your teenage memories.

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You’ve always been a family girl, and as much as you loved living with Sam, you were feeling quite homesick lately and FaceTiming your parents from three hours across the country just wasn’t the same. Sam being your boyfriend of five years knew you better than yourself and could see you were longing to go visit your parents and spend some time at home, so he suggested you both go see them over the weekend, after all he had a week off from gigs and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than putting a smile back on your face.

“Do you think pickle will remember me?” Sam questioned. “Babe it’s been two months I really don’t think he’s going to of forgotten you already” you chuckled in response. Pickle was your childhood dog that Sam absolutely adored, after all it was the whole reason your parents found out about the two of you back when you was seventeen.

You used to sneak Sam into your house to avoid the ‘no boyfriends til your eighteen’ telling off from your dad. However pickle had other ideas when he woke your parents one night by barking so loud in excitement upon sams arrival, that the two of you were met by your parents at the bottom of the stairs, and that was the first time they met Sam and despite not being best pleased with your sneaking around at first, they had nothing but love for Sam as your relationship continued on.

Sam lifts his hand from your thigh to indicate down the road of your family home. “Nearly there” he announces with a smile on his face. As he pulls into the drive you notice your dad get up from his usual spot on the living room sofa and before you can even get out the car your mum has opened the front door to greet you. “Y/n, Sam your here” your mum smiled, instantly brining you in for a cuddle. “You alright pet” your dad says pulling from a hug and ruffling your hair. Shortly behind you followed Sam with all your bags for the weekend. “You could of helped the poor lad” your dad laughed at you, walking over to your boyfriend to assist him with your excessive amount of luggage. “She’s never been one for packing light has she” your mum teases bringing Sam in for a hug.

You all swiftly move in to the living room where you both plonk down onto the sofa in unison and it’s not long before Pickle had sniffed out your boyfriend and after lots of excited little barks settles on his lap. “Ay you don’t know how much I’ve missed your cuppas y/m/n” Sam beams taking the hot mug from your mums hand gratefully. “Y/n certainly didn’t get her tea making skills from you” he continued, you respond with a light shove and roll of your eyes. “At least I can make a slice of toast without burning it” you respond playfully.

You loved Sam for countless different reasons but this being one of the greatest, he was so close to your family and they loved him almost as much as you do, since the two of you started dating he’d been involved in everything from big family events to Friday night game nights that your aunt would host, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

After a couple hours of catching up with your parents you decide you want to take a walk through the village with Sam and feed the ducks. Such a simple thing but something that means so much to you, sometimes with your boyfriends fame it meant that you both couldn’t enjoy the little things together without being approached or photographed, so you wanted to take the time to do something you both would do when you were younger. Sam chuckled at the suggestion but of course agreed and you set off with a loaf of bread from your mams cupboard.

“I love you ,ya know” Sam exclaimed, bringing you into his arms whilst you sat on the park bench. You looked up at him, a smile can’t help forming on your lips. “I love you too Samuel” you smirk as he plants a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. Before he could continue you bounce up taking him by the hand. “Come on, let’s head back, I’ve got a surprise for you later” Sam raised his eyebrows in response, pulling you closer by your hips. “Oh really” he hummed playfully hovering his lips over yours. “Not that kind of surprise Fender, get your mind out the gutter” you laugh gently pushing him away. “Sorry, can’t help it” Sam frowned, like a little kid who’s just been told off.

Same fingers traced the sides of your waist as you lay inbetween his legs, both engrossed in what was on your television of your childhood room. It felt so strange cuddling with Sam in your old room, something you used to do so regularly and now your there again, except five years older and even more in love with him than you was when you first met him back at school.

“I’m starving” Sam groaned into your neck, causing a huff from you in response. “I know love i ordered half an hour ago it shouldn’t be long now” you assured him. “Will you give me a clue at least of what you’ve ordered us” he sighed pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. “No, you can wait” you smile stubbornly, leaning down and pecking his lips. Before you could continue further you hear the doorbell ring, signalling your food arrived. “Right close your eyes I’ll be back in a second” you beam, heading for your bedroom door. “Okay okay”

“And open” you cheer. Excited for your boyfriend to see the food you’d been making him wait for. You had laid the pizza boxes in-front of Sam hoping he’d see the name of the restaurant on the box and recall what you’d done. When you and Sam first met he took you to a pizza restaurant located in the middle of both your houses in your little local village, and ever since it was your go to spot for food together, you we’re probably their most loyal customers. “Your so cute” Sam laughed as he opened his eyes. “Worth the wait?” You questioned. Sam nodded in response already shoving a slice in his mouth.

One thing about you and Sam is you could eat, your both foodies so together absolutely demolished the takeaway in-front of you. However the downfall to this is that you always end up in a food coma and fall fast asleep within twenty minutes, safe to say this time was no different. Sam pulled your throw other the two of you and kissed your head, knowing your now out for the count. He couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snap a photo of you snuggled into him, to then upload on his instagram story with the caption “Sleepy Bairn”He knew you’d kill him for it in the morning, but he couldn’t help himself, he just loved to show of how lucky he was.

Notes: Hey guys, I haven’t posted in literally forever so I hope you all enjoy this very fluffy one shot! x

[99point9percentwhump]

BBC ATLANTIS

The midday sun was beating down as Jason and Pythagoras struggled to push the over weighted wooden cart thru the soft sand just outside the city with Hercules picking up the rear.

"come on lads nearly there now." came the jovial encouragement from behind Pythagoras stood stretching his back painfully shooting the larger of the three a dirty look

"You know we'd have been there a half hour ago if you helped." the blond mathematician pointed out as Jason leaned wearily on the cart.

Hercules scoffed offended "Its my shoulder! I need to rest it or it'll never heal." rubbing it for dramatic effect.

Jason drew a hand across his sweaty forehead trying to fight off the wave of nausea threatening to strike "Pythagoras lets just get on with it." and readied to continue the journey into the city as Pythagoras  continued his disagreement with the older of the three "It'd probably heal faster if you didn't keep reinjuring it lifting pint mugs!" he accused.

Feeling anger and starting to physically shake Jason turned abruptly to the two "would you both just shut it and get this damn thing moving!" Jason shouted louder than intended shocking the duo

Hercules squinted at the younger man as he noted him starting to sway slightly "You alright?"

"w-we just have a little further to..." was all Jason managed before his gaze turned to the sky and his eyes rolled back and his body gave out collapsing to the sand barely being caught in the arms of Pythagoras  who struggled to support his deadweight.

"Jason?!" both men called out in worry as Pythagoras  eased him to the ground Hercules knelled down to take the younger man in his arms as Pythagoras lifted one of Jason's eyelids then placed a hand on his friends forehead "He's very warm!" he noted worried

"It is very hot out." Hercules pointed out leading to shake his head "no this is something else I think he has sun sickness we need to get him home."

Hercules pondered the situation for a moment "Right."

He grasped Jason under the shoulders and lifted him into his arms.

and the two rushed thru the busy streets to their sanctuary.

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in their shared dwelling finally out of the scorching sun Hercules lay the younger man on his bed.

"we need to cool him down take off his tunic and Ill make a tonic!" commented Pythagoras as Hercules followed his orders.

Once the drink was ready Pythagoras returned to Jason "Help sit him up."

Bracing Jason between them Pythagoras poured his herbal elixir between his friend's lips causing his to cough after a moment and finally his eyes fluttered open and gaze blurrily at the duo.

Hercules smiled "There he is."

Pythagoras peered into Jason's eyes and ran a hand over his forehead then let out a sigh or relief "think he's gonna be ok."

Jason groaned "i feel more dead than alive"

Letting a chuckle " as long as you dont go fainting on us again Im sure youll be up to getting the cart back here before dark eh!"

"I did NOT faint!" Jason countered

"well technically..." Pythagoras started but a cured look from Jason cut him off. "well you most certainly not going to go pushing that bloody cart at least."

Hercules scoffed "Fine Ill just have to use the donkey to bring it in then."

Both Jason and Pythagoras looked at the older man shocked "You mean you had a mule to pull that cart the whole time and didn't use it?!"

Hercules looked offeneded "Firstly a mule isnt a donkey second the cost would've been taken out of our pay and it was outrageous trust me." he finished with a nervous chuckle.

"How much?" Pythagoras asked causing Hercules to stammer "In terms of ale how much?!"

Jason grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it at the older man who ducked and took several quick steps to the door "two maybe three but its a sacrifice I'm willing to pay for till Jason is over his fainting spells." and he bolted out of the house.

Leaving Pythagoras and a still shaky Jason to look at each other dumbfounded Jason fell back heavily to the bed "Never."

Pythagoras shook his head "Nope ever again helping that... that mule of a man!" Jason laughed then groaned and lay an arm over his eyes.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Golden pumpkins hunt

A short and little crappy story about our farmers and the madness during the maze on Spirits Eve.

Farmer OCs in this story: May (@poxy-domain), Zeke (@theambivalentagender), Rain (@silly-farmer), Wren (@girls4zelda), Bo (@boinurmom13), Miranda (@amishasp), Shiro (@shirokumav3), Myra (@seharuuchan), Marley (@mmarggsstuff), Willow (@vilochkaaa), Skylar (@justashamwithwastedpotential), Thad (@reallyghostlypost), Lucy (@doggoneaway), Bella (@ivquatro), Eris (@lavendel081), Elisa (@elisa6102), Hestia (@g0atmama), Fawn (@fawn-wickenshire), Josephine (@jazhand), Ziana (@nimillaarts) and Julian (my OC).

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"Aunt Marnie! I'm not little anymore, why can't I go into the maze...". Julian turned to Jaz, who had been begging her aunt for about ten minutes to let her enter the scary maze this year, but Marnie was still hesitant. No sooner had Julian greeted the two of them and congratulated them on Spirit's Eve than Bo pulled him back to the maze entrance.

"You'll see, dude, we're definitely going to win this Magnus puzzle! Especially since this year's prize is not one, but three whole golden pumpkins!", Bo enthusiastically tugged on his friend's sleeve, unable to contain his anticipation before the treasure hunt. "We'll divide the spoils, naturally: both get a pumpkin each, and the third... well, we'll figure something out!"

The two young men stopped near two artisanal arches.

"It's showtime, baby! Ok, I'll go left, and you go right then. Good luck, bro." With a Hollywood smile on his face, Bo clapped Julian on the shoulder, and disappeared into the semi-darkness of the maze.

The young man with multicolored eyes sighed a little tiredly: he wasn't opposed to the most exciting adventure to find the golden pumpkin, but before entering the maze, Julian wanted some snacks from the communal food table. The poor lad hadn't had time to eat before the feast, and the smell of spices made his stomach rumble and mind go crazy. But Julian decided he would help Bo win the contest first, because after all, three pumpkins was a very generous reward.

Without wasting any more precious time, Julian finally entered the maze. The tangled paths, the cold, penetrating wind, the dense dark vegetation on either side, the atmosphere and frightening scenery, the shrieks of familiar voices, the laughter and the rush - enthralled by the spirit of the feast, Julian even forgot about hunger for a while.

Continuing to walk further and further down the labyrinth, Julian didn't immediately realize how he found himself in a place separate from the main maze. There was a circle where Magnus Rasmodius himself was sitting cross-legged, and next to the wizard were Julian's friends and colleagues in farming - Eris and Bella were sitting on soft pouffes, holding cups with hot drinks in their hands, and Elisa was eating delicious white chocolate-covered strawberries. The treats were made with scary but still cute faces of all sorts of ghosts and monsters.

"Hey, Julian! Happy Spirit's Eve!", with her mouth slightly full, Elisa congratulated the young man. Bella and Eris also nodded to Julian sincerely happy meeting their friend.

"Greetings, young adept. Enjoying the festivities?", Magnus ducked one eye open, not taking a break from his meditation. Julian sensed a large concentration of magic in this place - apparently to maintain the summoned maze.

"Would you like to join us? We still have some strawberries and hot tea left." Bella moved a loose cushion closer and a plate of strawberries, which Elisa looked at very intently. Oh, how Julian wanted to stay here and have a snack!

But he made a promise to Bo...

"Thanks for the offer, but another time. I still want to win the competition."

"Good luck to you, then." Eris smiled sincerely at the young man, and happily took a sip of hot tea.

"Watch out, young fool. The treasure is guarded by fearsome monsters, it won't be easy to get it..." Magnus was pleased with his own cryptic and creepy speech, and hummed quietly, returning to his meditation. After saying goodbye to everyone, Julian rolled his eyes.

"Scary monsters, yeah... They're all fake for sure!" With that thought, the young man went back to searching for the right path to the treasure.

Walking past the plastic spiders (where Thad was able to hide and scare Julian enough to make the poor guy jump a little), he stopped near a huge cauldron where a green liquid of unknown origin was bubbling. Penny, Ziana, Shiro, and Myra stared at the bottom of the cauldron, mesmerized.

"Mr. Julian..." Ziana said in a slightly monotone somehow. "This cauldron... It smells so good, it makes my head spinning and dizzy." The other girls only nodded slowly to confirm her words.

The boiling water smelled like cotton candy, and Julian's hungry stomach twisted itself into a knot. Ugh, no, he need to move on! Overcoming the urge to stay near the cauldron, the young farmer returned to his original mission, intending to turn left.

"Nope, it's a dead end." Skylar walked out of the darkness a little tiredly with Sam. "Honey, maybe we can go back to the common table?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Sam was delighted, "Besides, the straw in my suit makes me itchy... like, everywhere."

Oh well, Julian thought, the search continues.

"Hmm, maybe I should turn into a dragon? Then I’ll definitely find the treasure..." Hestia stood thoughtfully near the fake tombstones.

"Don't cheat!", Julian said a little provocatively from behind, which slightly frightened the girl. Hestia herself was not in debt, and stuck her tongue out at Julian, disappearing into the darkness of the labyrinth. Giggling, the young man walked on.

Yoba, the labyrinth seemed endless to him, and his stomach is already begged for some food...

"You decided to take part in the treasure hunt too?" Julian didn't notice Rain standing in front of him. He nodded to her in agreement. "And you?" Julian asked.

"Eh, I'm just hanging out here. I like this creepy atmosphere, it gives me goosebumps." Rain smiled, pointing her hand at Fawn and Josephine standing nearby. "Besides, I decided to accompany my friends in case we accidentally stumble upon monsters." She patted the hilt of her sword that was strapped to her hip.

"Huh? But the monsters in the maze aren't real." Julian was surprised.

"How are you so sure?", having asked a rhetorical question, Rain said goodbye to her friend and returned to the girls, who were still looking at the house with chicken legs with delight and curiosity.

Her words made Julian's hand tighten his grip on the hilt of the dagger, which he had taken purely to decorate his suit... "Magnus wouldn't put people's lives in danger. Right?..." Now walking more carefully and listening to every sound, Julian I was able to go through half the maze already.

After about two minutes, the poor guy was scared again when Miranda's figure suddenly appeared from the bushes. The girl’s face was distorted with anger, and she confidently walked past Julian towards the exit, despite the thorny bushes.

"Today there will be one less stupid adventurer in the world," Marley said to Julian with a malicious smile when she saw his downcast face. "You’re on the right track, brother. The treasure is out there somewhere. I think"

"Aren't you going to look for pumpkins?", still in a slight shock, Julian asked hesitantly.

"And miss such a show?" Smiling even wider, Marley hurried after her friend. Julian prayed for the soul of that unfortunate adventurer who became the cause of Miranda's righteous anger. Deciding to find out about this story later, he headed in the direction from which both girls had emerged.

With every step he took, his hope of winning faded, and the thought of returning to other friends at a common table beckoned him more and more.

“Yep, I told you it was fake,” Zeke stopped looking at the plastic chest and just quietly snorted at Shane’s comment. "Oh, another competitor." Shane just smiled faintly, and Zeke waved to Julian in greeting. "Zek, maybe, to hell with these pumpkins? I’m already hungry." Oh, how hungry Julian is - you can’t imagine, Shane!

"Alright alright, let's go for the snacks. I hope there’s some honey bun left in there!' Taking Shane by the hand, Zeke led him towards the exit.

Mmmm, honey buns... Julian can already feel the sweetness melting in his mouth and...

"Oh man, there you are!" Poor Julian might have a heart attack at this rate, and he's too young to die! Ah, it's just Bo.

"We are already close, I can already feel the taste of victory!" Taking Julian again by the sleeve of his leather jacket, the two farmers headed along the only road that would definitely lead them to the desired chest.

"So, now we have to go here and-" Bo didn’t have time to finish when suddenly, before his and Julian’s eyes, the figure of their mutual friend, Wren, appeared.

"Agh, damn, I knew I should have teleport a little further!" Stomping her foot angrily, the red-haired girl, however, immediately turned pale when she saw Julian and Bo, and giggled slightly nervously.

"What the tutty frutty fuck is going on here?" Confused, Bo blinked a couple of times and immediately answered his own question: "Cheater!"

Wren only smiled even stronger and ran away in the opposite direction from the treasure.

"Hey, come back!" Bo rushed off after the girl, leaving Julian alone. Alright.

It became darker and darker, the cold autumn wind did not spare anyone who was now outside, and the stomach began to growl again. So having decided to finally reach the end, the young man already prayed that this would be the end of the hunt for golden pumpkins. He's so tired and so, oh so hungry...

And it seems that this time - finally - Yoba heard the prayers of one of the chaotic farmers in the Stardew Valley.

A large, decorated wooden chest - after so many puzzles and endless dead ends - Julian finally found the treasure. He had already stretched out his hands to touch the lid of the chest and rightfully take the prize, when a human figure again appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

But this time it was May.

The girl smiled to the fact that she had teleported directly to the target, but her smile immediately faded when she realized that she had been caught. Oopsie....

The two farmers looked into each other's eyes for half a minute, not daring to do anything.

"Apple cinnamon pie in exchange for your silence," May finally decided to interrupt this staring contest. Julian's eyes widened.

"Deal", Oh boy, you didn't need to say twice. After shaking her hand and receiving from his friend a plate with a still warm pie (where she even get this pie?), May took her prize from the chest and disappear once again.

With the satisfied smile of the happiest man in the entire Valley, Julian began to leave the maze, still holding the plate of pie in his hands.

"Well, did you get your prize?" Willow laughed good-naturedly, standing with Lucy near the exit from the maze. Julian just nods, and Lucy noted to herself how little a person needs to be happy.