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enteringdullsville · 10 months ago

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I got bored so I made a thing. Modern Nick AU featuring a handful of the child protagonists, a chibified SpongeBob being their chaperone? A summer camp setting, perhaps? With everyone save for Danny, Jenny, and Dora having their ages fudged to be closer?

Sure, why not? From left to right:

Sanjay Patel

He may or may not have snuck Craig into his cabin, and Craig may or may not have started charging people for “sage advice from the talking snake”

Sanjay’s a relatively good kid but kind of a hellion. Manny spends much of his early life in a moral dilemma. Having them be partners seemed like a logical decision

His bowling pin head was really hard to adapt to my usual style without utterly mangling his face, but I think I did alright

Manny Rivera

He’s wearing the boots and scarf from his El Tigre costume

Bessie thinks he’s the coolest thing, but his and Danny’s egos clash almost immediately

This presumably takes place after he’s settled on heroism, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a troublemaker

April O’Neil

She’s quite possibly the only person getting any actual work done in camp

She’s ostensibly the least insane person in the group, but she’s prone to egging on the others’ antics and starting bets on how much things will escalate

Her age has been dropped a couple of years, so she’s often with Lincoln foiling Dora’s whole escape artist routine

Tommy Pickles

Still on his filmmaker career from All Grown Up! He has a lot of footage of a lot of things in a lot of places

Normally mild mannered and agreeable, but being given “strict orders” instantly makes his good mood vanish

His mind tends to wander when he’s bored, and it has no regard for its curfew

Lincoln Loud

He’s a weeb canonically, so he’s been given a vaguely animesque appearance

Whatever camp this takes place at, I can guarantee at least one of his sisters had been there prior. Since most of the characters here are the Everyman type, Linc’s cunning and trickster attributes are played up a bit

Has no regard for the fourth wall. Tommy has no clue what he’s on about and thinks he’s insane

Aang (Just Aang)

Whether or not he can bend is based purely on what’s funniest at the moment, especially since he and Dib make it impossible for this to be canon compliant

He’s definitely living in an AU with a less horrific backstory. Less responsibilities, less issues

Wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he’d definitely give a wasp a warning shot if it was being a jerk

Danny Fenton

Danny, and only Danny, is actually a little older here. He and Jenny are the counselors. Lucky them.

Doesn’t even bother with the secret identity since Bob’s the only one dense enough to not connect the dots

Being able to turn invisible is really helpful when Dib has questions he doesn’t feel like answering

Jimmy Neutron

There he is, officer. That one’s the ringleader

Aang’s existence is a constant source of frustration for him since he can’t come up with a scientific explanation for all…that

He’s right off the heels of Nicktoons Unite and is wondering when and why SB became so serious

SpongeBob SquarePants

The only adult we see at the camp for some reason, and the only nonhuman besides Jenny

I messed up his scaling, he was supposed to be small enough to fit in someone’s hand, hence his overly simplified design. That’s the height he is in-universe

Ironically and disproportionately strong. Not Jenny’s level, but about as strong as he is in Unite…without being adjusted for size. In other words, he can easily pick up and throw the campers like rag dolls

Jenny Wakeman

The only nonhuman kid at camp, as well as the oldest/youngest at 16/5

She’s the one thing stopping land bears from tearing the camp apart

She’s justifiably a little wary since she’s not exactly nature proof, but all the kids think she’s the coolest thing

Timmy Turner

A closer look at him reveals three familiar looking trinkets shaped like a wand, wings, and a floaty crowny thing

He doesn’t need magic, anyway. He’ll make everything possibly go wrong his own way

He and Bessie butt heads almost immediately; Timmy’s fine with one hypercompetent overachieving Girl Scout in his life, but he does not need another

Ginger Foutley

Usually found with fellow artsy types Rudy and Lincoln

Riddled with anxieties and restless leg syndrome. She comes of as brooding, but she’s just introspective

Since April’s a menace, she’s the actual least insane camper

Eliza Thornberry

It took her a bit to realize SpongeBob could actually talk to begin with and that everyone else didn’t have the same power as her. In fact, there’s a non-zero chance there are a bunch of animals from assorted Nick shows that are screaming in the background constantly and it’s messing with her head

I gave her just the one braid to make her distinct from the other Elizabeth in the cast

She slips in and out of her father’s mannerisms. SMASHING!

Rudy Tabootie

Mysteriously disappears to parts unknown it’stheChalkZone every now and then when he needs to blow off some steam

I find it funny how stylized I made everyone else while Rudy’s just slightly taller

SpongeBob sees a lot of himself in the kid. Rudy doesn’t know how to feel about that

Dora Marquez

Y’know, I added her as a joke, and she immediately became my favorite

She’s the youngest kid at her canon age of seven, so she’s coddled by everyone else. She HATES it, given that she’s been adventuring on her own for the longest time, so she’s a lot more cynical than usual. Easily the biggest departure from the norm

Constantly tries to escape supervision in favor of wandering the wilderness, but the talking cheese won’t let her

Arnold Shortman

He doesn’t know how he ended up as the “cool guy”, but he’s not gonna fight it

Appears detached and aloof, but he’s more likely just dissociating

Always seems to know what he’s doing to the point of parody. As smart as he is, I must reiterate he’s just improvising

Dib Membrane

Eliza, Rudy, and especially Timmy aren’t too keen on hanging around him for very obvious reasons

The fact he’s with people who are reasonably sane this time around means he’s in much better spirits. Lincoln’s probably his best friend at the camp, although Dib’s still a loner

He and Jimmy always run the risk of killing each other if they talk for more than two minutes at a time due to differing views on magic

Bessie Higgenbottom

The kid most likely to actually listen to the inane drivel that comes out of SpongeBob’s mouth

Since she’s still working on the whole Mighty Bee thing, she’s all over Manny, Danny, and Janny

There are very few campers that aren’t at least a little intimidated by her

There were a few other characters I wanted to add like Nate Wright (Big Nate), Annie Bramley (It’s Pony), Mikey Munroe (Bunsen is a Beast), but I scrapped them for space.

I elected to only use one character per series, causing me to drop Korra, Sheen Estevez, Ronnie Anne Santiago, and Hazel Wells for being spinoff characters (especially since Sheen and Ronnie Anne were around before getting their own shows). It also forced me to remove Fanboy and Chum Chum from my initial plan entirely.

I additionally wanted to keep SB as the only organic nonhuman character due to the inherent absurdity of having him as the sole adult figure, which is why Dib and April represent their series rather than Zim or a Ninja Turtle and why I chose not to use Harvey Beaks.

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samgirl98 · 2 years ago

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Forgotten Demon Twin 3/?

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Danny meets the Batfam. He almost gets what he wants

So, apparently, COVID and lack of sleep really get my creative juices going. Enjoy this next chapter.

Danny followed Damian with a distance between them. He had left the wakizashi behind but had hidden a few non-poisoned needles up his sleeve.

He studied his twin’s body language.

Damian seemed open, if a bit tense. He kept his posture non-threatening, probably to take Danny off-guard. Danny could hear the chatter in Damian’s comm. No doubt his father and other so-called siblings.

(Danny only had one sister, and she was asleep at home.)

They ended up in the park at three in the morning.

Danny wished he could put all this behind him and sleep. As always, though, his needs weren’t considered.

Danny could see the small group of people semi-hiding in the shadows with his enhanced senses. They all looked up when they heard Damian and Danny walk up to them. All of them got defensive when they saw Danny, though they tried to be subtle about it.

“Father, meet Danyal. Danyal, meet father and everyone else.”

“Boo, you suck! Introduce us, brat,” a man with white and black hair (who reeked of death, but who was he to judge) said.

“Seriously, you little demon, that’s your introduction,” a sleep-deprived teenager asked. (Honestly, sleep deprivation was such a mood.)

“Baby bat, how could you,” a blue-eyed young man asked. (Actually, a lot of the boys had blue eyes and black hair.)

The rest of the group started berating Damian for his introduction.

Danny was stunned. If anyone had even thought about doing that to Damian while in the League, they would’ve ended up with a sword through their chest. Here, these people were treating Damian like a snot-nosed younger brother…and he was letting them.

“Children,” the older man yelled out, “Enough!”

(An older man was haunting Bruce Wayne, but Danny ignored the man dressed as a butler. It wasn’t his business.)

Damian’s face got smug as everyone else quieted down. Some of them (the eldest among them) started pouting.

The older man, Bruce Wayne, walked up to Danny and held out his hand. Danny stared at it for a second before shaking it.

“It’s good to meet you, Danyal.”

“Danny, but you already knew that, didn’t you, Mr. Wayne?”

“Please, in that same vein, call me Bruce. And, yes, I have done a little bit of research before coming here.”

“Hn,” Danny hummed out.

“Great, another non-talkative one,” someone murmured.

Danny looked at the group and noticed that the sleep-deprived teenager suddenly seemed very alert with his calculating, narrowed eyes. Hmm, he would have to keep an eye on that one; he seemed like the most dangerous one. Not physically, but intelligent wise…well, Danny has learned to fear smart people.

He let go of Mr. Wayne—Bruce’s hand. (The older man following Bruce smiled gently at Danny.)

“So, to what do I owe this…unexpected pleasure,” Danny asked.

Everyone turned to look at Damian. The Heir seemed to be, was that embarrassment?

“Yeah, Demon Spawn, why don’t you tell Danny why we’re here?”

“Fuck off, Todd,” Damian hissed out.

Todd grinned. (The butler—he had to be a butler—frowned at Todd’s cussing.)

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Children, please, not before introductions.”

“Yeah, B is right. Anyway, my name is Dick,” the eldest said. He got Danny’s hand and shook it.

“On purpose,” Danny asked.

Dick laughed good naturally.

“My parents weren’t from the US and didn’t know the word's second meaning. By the time I found out, I was attached to my nickname.”

The one who stunk of death spoke next.

“Name’s Jason. I’m the second,” he was interrupted by the petite Asian girl.

“Ahem.”

“I mean, I’m the third oldest.”

“Hello. Cassandra Cain. The second eldest. And you’re my new baby brother!”

Danny blinked, “Cassandra Cain? As in the ‘One Who is All’?”

The girl nodded while giving a thumbs-up. Danny gulped. He was so screwed.

“Tt, she’s not that impressive.”

Danny gave Damian a skeptical look for the first time in his life.

“Hi, I’m Duke Thomas. Why is your aura so weird?”

Danny blinked at the random question.

“Don’t know, dude, radioactive chemicals, maybe?”

Everyone stared at him with a look of horror.

“I’m joking.”

“Oh, hah,” Duke laughed, uncomfortable.

“Tim Drake,” sleep-deprived teenager said without adding anything else—honestly, mood.

“Of course, father already introduced himself, and you know who I am,” Damian said. He always had to have the last word, huh?

The ghost spoke last (not that anyone else would know.), “I’m Alfred Pennyworth. I know you can see me, Master Danny. It is a pleasure to meet you, even if it is after my death.”

Danny ignored the ghost.

“Great. Now, back to my original question: why are you guys here? If the League is gone, why bother with the unneeded spare?”

Everyone, minus the ghost, shifted uncomfortably. Even Damian. Danny narrowed his eyes; something big was going to happen.

“Danny,” Bruce started, “we found out about you recently—”

“Yeah, very recently,” Jason said.

“—and we wanted to meet you. We—I needed to make sure you were fine. I missed so much and could not protect you due to my lack of knowledge of your existence. I want to know if you need any help, and if you don’t, I’ll be here whenever you need it.”

Danny let Bruce’s words sink in. It didn’t take long for him to put the puzzle pieces together.

“Talia never mentioned me, did she?”

He turned to Damian, “Neither did you.”

Damian looked down at his feet, looking ashamed. Danny narrowed his eyes.

Too little, too late, brother.

Danny took a deep breath.

Here I go. It’s time to sell it.

“Look, I appreciate you checking on me, but I’m fine. I have a loving family and an awesome older sister. All of my friends are here. Amity Park is my home. I don’t want to leave. Please, I was never able to ask anything for myself. I'm asking now, begging, let me stay in Amity.”

“I have looked into the Fentons and have read some disturbing things,” Bruce said.

“What, the weapons? They can’t harm humans.”

They didn’t need to know Danny wasn’t fully human anymore.

“Not only that but a portal to the afterlife.”

“So my parents are a bit eccentric. If it makes you feel better, I can give you a full, unabridged copy of their work,” Danny lied. No way in the Infinite Realms Danny would give the freaking Batman more ammunition to take Danny away.

The ghost butler frowned at Danny’s lies and gave him a look of disappointment. Hah! The jokes on him that didn’t work on Danny.

“What about the reports of these so-called ghost attacks?”

Danny waved off the man’s concerns, “They rarely happen, and when they do, we have our own hero who takes care of it.”

Bruce gave him a calculating look. Cassandra was whispering in Tim’s ear. While she spoke, Tim started narrowing his eyes at Danny. Dammit, this was why he hated intelligent people. Danny was a decent liar, but he couldn’t come up with something if there were more than one detective.

Not to mention, he heard rumors about Cassandra’s abilities.

Time to bring out the sob story.

“Please, I don’t want to leave the only family I have ever known.”

Bruce narrowed his gaze. Bruce felt the boy was hiding something. He’d have to ask Cass what she saw.

“Maybe we should let him stay, B. We can always keep in touch, can’t we, little D?”

Danny nodded vigorously. Bruce almost gave in, but he had to ask.

“What about the report of the city being pulled into an alternate dimension? The Justice League hadn’t heard about this, and I know you know that I’m Batman. You could’ve reached out whenever to let us know.”

“I don’t know. It didn’t occur to me. The threat wasn’t that bad. There were just a few more ghosts than usual. Besides, other cities have seen stuff like this. We have two heroes, and the citizens got together to fight the threat.”

“So, there was a threat.”

“Listen, dude, I’m not here to assuage your guilt. I want to stay with my family. I deserve that much, at least, right?”

Danny refused to break eye contact first. He stared down the Batman; he knew the man wouldn’t kill his family, so he felt confident asking for what he wanted. After a few moments, Bruce sighed. Danny knew he had won.

“Young man, you should really tell your father the truth.”

Danny ignored Alfred. He wasn’t the boss of him.

“Okay, I’ll choose to believe you,” Bruce took a card out, “but if anything happens, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Danny had almost been home free. A few more minutes, hell, seconds, and he would’ve gotten away with his lies and well-crafted half-truths.

Of course, that’s when everything went to shit.

Danny’s ghost sense went off. Bruce’s gaze narrowed, and Tim asked, “What was that?”

Before he could come up with a lie, he heard him. Fucking Skulker.

“I’ll have your skin, whelp,” he shouted and fired.

Danny didn’t think. He transformed and put up a shield around the group.

It didn’t even take Danny 10 seconds. He took out his anger on the so-called hunter and sucked him up in the thermos. He was going to get a month of soup time, at least!

Danny turned toward the stunned group.

“Um, surprise?” He said while giving jazz hands.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed in anger, “Well, Phantom, is there anything you’d like to say?”

“This is why honesty is the best policy, young sir.”

“Um, you’re all dreaming?”

Bruce crossed his arms.

“Really, Danyal? You thought that would work?” Damian asked, angry.

Tim was looking at him with triumph in his gaze. Dick looked disappointed, and Jason looked entrance by Danny’s predicament. Cass was shaking her head, and Duke was, weirdly enough, blocking his eyes.

Fucking Skulker, man.

“I think it’s time you told us the truth.”

Make that two months of soup time.

Danny sighed and hovered in the air, crossing his legs. He might as well get comfortable.

Yay, Alfred has appeared. Danny was a bit rude, but considering what Damian did to him when they first met, I think Danny was being downright pleasant

Danny: Lying through his teeth.

Tim: This little bastard isn't telling us everything.

Danny: Gets caught in the lie.

Tim: Ha! I knew it. Once a demon always a demon

yeah, Tim is a bit prejudiced, not that we should completely blame him after what Damian did to him

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

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daizedndconfused · 3 months ago

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band on the run

a/n: i wasn’t gonna make this a series originally but i think i have to at this point cause im at 7k words and im not even close to being done. and i thought who actually is gonna read this if its like one part with 20k words hahaha. but anyway i love this idea and the dynamics i created i just hope it doesn’t flop but oh well you can’t win every time. not my usual content ik but hey free will is amazing. anyway the title is based off a song that inspired this fic i recommend listening to it it’s amazing. i guess that’s all i got if you wanna be tagged in the next part lmk i can do my best

characters: john marston x teen!reader x arthur morgan (PLEASEE FOR MY SANITY THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC ITS STRICTLY PLATONIC… just you’ll find out okay it’s cute!!)

type: fluff!! also spoiler free!!

warnings: mild swearing and mild blood but that’s it

synopsis: you’re from the city and go out of town with your brother for a business trip, little do you know something’s waiting for you and somehow you find yourself separated from him and now in the care of two men who have agreed to help you get to saint denis to find your brother

word count: 5.4k

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You’re not really sure how you got here. Well, maybe that’s a lie. Technically you got here via train. A lot of them.

A few days ago you were living your best life in New York with your brother, but now the city was nowhere in sight. Unfortunately, your parents died a few years ago when you were eleven, leaving you with your older brother who was twenty one at the time.

It’s not as if he minded, or thought you a burden. In fact the two of you were very close–even before your parents passed. And it’s not as if they left you with nothing. No, if anything it was the complete opposite–they left you with more than you could ever imagine.

Though, no matter how much you pestered your brother, he’d never give you an exact amount. All you knew was that the two of you were going to be just fine financially.

However, two soon became three when your brother married the girl he’d been in love with for years when you were thirteen. You too, of course, love her. She was the complete opposite of your brother, and you think that’s why they fit so well together.

While he was cold and cruel with a rough exterior, she was nothing but golden hair and smiles as far as the eye could see. In a way they balanced each other–light and dark, push and pull, sun and moon.

You were young at the time, not naive, you knew how your parents built their wealth. Your family had been wealthy for generations–mostly due to your family’s involvement as New York's oldest and most feared crime syndicate.

Obviously, you grew up immensely protected and well cared for. Your parents may not have been the best people out there, but they did what they had to to make sure you had everything you needed. In their favor, they had a very healthy work-life balance.

That also meant you learned how to shoot a gun by the time you could stand the recoil, and play cards even younger.

Your father used to say that a young woman such as yourself should always know how to hold her own, and not depend on anyone for safety. He prepared you for all the worst possible case scenarios: how to escape rope bindings with nothing but your own hands, shooting a moving target head on every time, and basic hand to hand combat should you find yourself without a weapon.

However, he never prepared you for the situation you currently found yourself in.

Your brother had gotten an urgent business letter, requesting his presence out of state–a place called Saint Denis. You’d never been outside of New York, and you all but begged your brother to let you accompany him.

Eventually, after a lot of pestering, and some encouragement from his wife, he reluctantly agreed. However, your sister-in-law would not be coming on the journey either. She claimed she had no desire to sit in on his boring meetings and listen to him yell at people while they quivered in fear.

That and she was pregnant.

Ever since they found out your brother’s naturally protective demeanor increased tenfold. She was put under constant surveillance, and he almost canceled this trip due to her condition.

Ever the voice of reason, she assured him she would be fine, and that some sibling bonding would be much needed between you. After careful consideration and a lot of compromise, he agreed.

But after what happened on the journey, you’re not sure he’ll let you outside of New York any time soon.

It’s not like it was your fault–it was bad timing.

After two long and boring train rides, your brother informed you that you would only need to switch trains once more before you reached your destination. Your face practically lit up at his words, the energy slowly returning to your body.

Your brother laughed at your childish antics, the two of you making the most out of your so far boring trip.

Once your train rolled to a stop at some random station, you were the first one off the train, desperate to stretch your legs a little.

“Don’t go far, please!” Your brother called out as you skipped onto the surprisingly busy platform.

You turned to assure him you were fine, when you bumped into a stranger's chest.

“Apologies,” you jumped back quickly, dusting off your simple shirt. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

Looking up, you saw that the chest belonged to a gnarly, strong, black haired man with a scraggly beard. His beady eyes peered down at you, and you felt yourself shrink slightly under his gaze.

A lot of people back in New York didn’t love when children made mistakes, and though you didn’t think of yourself as quite so young, others would beg to differ.

He seemed to fall in that category.

“Well you ain’t from ‘round here now are you?” The man sniffed, a thick Irish accent present within his words.

“Uh,” you laughed awkwardly, backing away slowly. You looked around fervently for your brother, but it seems you wandered farther than you initially thought. He was nowhere in sight.

The man cocked his head, looking you up and down as if he recognized you.

“You look familiar,” he drawled.

“Oh, that–that can’t be.” You swallowed thickly. “I’m from New York City.”

Realization snapped in the man's eyes.

“Aye, I knew I recognized you.” The man barked out a laugh. “Got wind of your brother’s little visit to our end of Hell.”

Your heartbeat sped up within your chest as it started to click for you as well.

The accent, dark hair, and the brand on his pistol. He was an O’Driscoll. A gang you were familiar with, but not by much. They weren’t based out of New York, but boy did they stir up trouble when they visited.

Whenever there was a report of an O’Driscoll in town, your brother spent a majority of his time putting out fires and bullets in their heads. They had even started targeting some of your businesses in retaliation.

Your brother assured you it was nothing for you to worry about, and that he could deal with a couple of cowboys too far from home, but you were in their territory now.

“Care to point me in the direction of him?” The man lunged forward, seizing your wrist in a bone crushing grip.

You flinched, the fear imminent in your eyes. It was your unarmed teenage body against a grown man with arms at his disposal.

But as always, you acted quickly. You may be smaller, and younger than him, but that just meant you were all the more quicker.

You quickly twisted your wrist in a circle, successfully shaking the man’s grip as you dodged his other attempt to make a grab for you. Ducking under his arms, you wove through the sea of people who didn’t so much as stop twice at the sight of a grown man chasing a young girl.

Why would they?

“Joey!” you called, but you didn’t have time to look around for your brother with the O’Driscoll hot on your tail.

There was no response from him, and you were running out of places to run. Luckily, the platform was in the middle of a forest. You decided that losing him in the trees would be your best bet.

Leaping off the platform, grateful you decided to wear a pair of trousers, a button up and a vest to fit the local attire–you sprinted for the trees. The heavy footsteps and constant yelling behind you told you the man was still chasing you.

“Get back here you little shit!” He yelled after you.

Like that’s going to happen, you internally rolled your eyes.

Pumping your legs as fast as they could go, you wove in between the maze of trees, the nightfall surrounding you making it all the more easy to hide.

Checking briefly over your shoulder, you saw you had put a good amount of distance between the two of you. Even though he had a gun, the O’Driscoll clearly needed you alive for some reason, meaning he wouldn’t dare shoot you.

Making a split second decision, you picked up a rock, as well as a handful of dust, and threw it over your shoulder, straight at the O’Driscoll’s face.

You heard a cry of outrage come from behind you. Quickly, you located the sturdiest tree and scaled it as swiftly as you could.

You made it decently to the top, ignoring the splinters in your palms and blood across your cheek where a few tree branches had cut you.

Huddling against the trunk of the tree on a branch that barely supported you, you attempted to catch your breath as slowly and quietly as you could.

Below you, the O’Driscoll was swearing profusely, furiously rubbing at his eyes. You covered your mouth with your hand, desperate to quiet your breaths as he stood.

The O’Driscoll looked behind every tree within a few feet around you, but luckily he didn’t think to look up.

Not very bright these O’Driscoll’s.

With one last dramatic curse, and a swift kick to a nearby tree, he stomped off back towards the train station that was no longer in sight, even from your position in the tree.

You drew in a shaky breath, leaning your head against the rough bark of the tree. Your limbs were wobbly, and your mind was scrambled, but you didn’t move from your position. To do so would be a stupid move.

You weren’t sure how many of them were at that train station, or how they knew you guys would be there, but they did. You just hoped they didn’t get your brother.

No, they wouldn’t. Joey was much too smart for them.

It took a while for you to calm yourself down, but once you did, your mind and body both felt tired. You didn’t entirely trust yourself to sleep in a tree and not fall to your death, but you were so exhausted you didn’t care at that point.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier until darkness covered your vision. However, your rest was very short lived. Whether it was the sun, or the anxiety in your chest, it felt as though you had just closed your eyes when they flew open again.

Dawn painted the sky, and your muscles were achy from spending all night up in a tree. Stretching as best you could in the awkward position, you started your careful descent down the tree.

Once you were back safely on the ground, you quickly took off in the opposite direction of the train station. Going back was out of the question–there were most likely more O’Driscoll’s lurking around and you’d prefer if they didn’t catch you.

So here you were. Miles away from New York, in the middle of buttfuck hillbilly nowhere, completely alone. Not ideal.

Wrapping your arms around your stomach as it started to growl, you promptly ignored the hunger beginning to stab at your gut. If you could just find a source of water, the odds are you’d be able to follow it to a town of some kind where you could get help.

However, after hours and hours of wandering, your feet aching in your boots, all you had come across so far was a few rattlesnakes, and a lot of deer. The deer didn’t stick around long after catching sight of you.

As the sun started to dip, so did the temperature. You didn’t expect it to get as chilly as it did. You mostly likely didn’t notice it last night because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but there was none of that now.

It was just you to keep yourself company and warmth. As the sun set lower and lower over the mountains, you couldn’t help but feel extremely out of your comfort zone.

You had been taught a lot of survival skills, but none of them involved making a fire, or a camp in general. You lived in New York for God’s sake, why would you have had to know how to start a fire?

You dragged your feet behind you until you physically couldn’t stand it anymore. Too tired to climb another tree, you instead made yourself comfortable curled up against the trunk of a tree.

Shivering, you attempted to make yourself as small as possible to conserve body heat, but it might as well have been useless. The cold seeped through your clothes and to your bones. Nothing but a fire would thaw you now.

Tears of frustration sprung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You already looked like a mess, you didn’t have to make it worse by crying.

Another sleepless night had you waking at the crack of dawn. You didn’t want to get up. In fact, you’d rather do anything but. Walking was tiring, and you didn’t even know where you were going or hoping to find.

Your internal battle was short lived when a snap of a twig near you had you on high alert. Peering through the trees, you met the eyes of a beautiful doe munching on the leaves of a low hanging branch a few feet from you.

“You’re no O’Driscoll,” you attempted to joke, though your voice was hoarse and scratchy from the lack of water.

The doe did nothing but stare blankly back at you before eventually trotting away. Taking that as a sign, you slowly dragged yourself away from the tree trunk and continued your tedious trek.

This day was just as slow as the previous two. Walking, snakes, more walking, deer, but luckily no sign of wolves. You weren’t sure what you would do if you encountered the beasts. Probably take to the nearest tree again.

By the time midday rolled around you were just about ready to start throwing rocks at your surroundings and screaming at the top of your lungs.

That was until you heard voices up ahead. Diving behind the nearest bush, you listened closely. It sounded like two men…but they were arguing.

“I never shoulda listened to your sorry ass!” one of them accused.

“Oh right, so now this is all my fault?” the other shot back.

“Well it sure as hell ain’t mine,” the man with a gruff voice laughed humorlessly. “You asked me for help, remember?”

“I musta forgot,” the other man scoffed, “Arthur Morgan doesn’t make mistakes. Arthur Morgan is perfect in every which way. Arthur Morgan–”

“You shut your mouth, Marston before I go and do it for you!” The gruff man yelled.

Cocking your head curiously, you peered through the leaves of the shrub. Beyond you, in a clearing of grass surrounded by more and more trees, were two men sporting roughly the same attire.

The one on the left had long black hair that extended to his shoulders, and a stubble beard to match. Even from far away, you could see there was something off about the way his facial hair grew in. There were a few spots where the hair didn’t grow at all.

Odd.

By the way he was standing, and they way they hadn’t stopped bickering, you assumed this man was the one being blamed for something you knew not.

The other man had lighter chestnut brown hair that wasn’t quite as long as his companions. His facial hair was just a touch longer than the other man’s, but his was even in every way. And with the way he was glaring at the other guy you’d think he was trying to set him on fire.

Unbeknownst to you, you had subconsciously been leaning forward to get a better look at their faces that you didn’t notice you had snapped a branch on accident.

Two pistols wiped in your direction immediately.

“Don’t shoot!” You yelped, jumping up quickly from the bush, both hands raised in surrender, praying they wouldn’t shoot you on the spot.

You were mildly impressed that they were able to hear the branch snap over their obnoxious arguing, but they must live life in a state of constant vigilance if they picked it up.

The men’s expressions turned to that of surprise, but they didn’t lower their weapons. They most likely weren’t expecting a sixteen year old kid to be the one spying on them.

To be fair, you had only just gotten there and they were technically in your way.

“Uh, hi there,” you waved pathetically.

The man on the left let out a tired sigh and holstered his pistol. The other man didn’t. He continued to look at you from under the brim of his hat, his dark eyes barely visible.

After a moment the black haired man said, “Ease up, Morgan. It’s only a kid.”

“You remember what we were like when we were kids?” The man–Morgan?–scoffed but reluctantly discarded his weapon anyway.

“That don’t mean everyone is,” the other man reasoned, though neither one of them took their eyes off you.

You were honestly a little flattered they thought of you as that much of a threat.

Morgan hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

You figured now was as good a time as any to start talking. Plus, you didn’t catch sight of an O’Driscoll tag on their pistols, so at least you were safe for the time being.

“Sorry,” you lowered your hands slowly. “I was just passing through. Thought you might have been the people who were after me. Didn’t mean to be eavesdropping.”

The black haired man scratched at his jaw, and seeing up closer you noticed the places where his hair didn’t grow was due to what looked like scars that were still healing on his face. They were only slightly pink still, but they wouldn’t fade all the way that much was certain. You assumed based on their position that they looked like animal wounds.

“After you?” he repeated. “Who’d be after a kid your age?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Mister.” You shook your head with a tired sigh. “But if they wanted to make me run they succeeded. Barely slept a wink for almost three days, no food or water neither.”

“I can tell,” Morgan observed.

You gave them a tired smile. “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll be on my way.” You failed to mention the part where you had no clue where you were going.

You attempted to take a step further in order to pass them but Scarface stopped you.

“Where abouts are you headed then?” he asked.

“Marston,” Morgan warned lowly.

Scarface ignored him, patiently awaiting your answer.

“I’m, uh, not sure,” you admitted sheepishly, scratching your temple. “Saint Denis? I think.”

He nodded in response, looking back at his friend. Morgan shook his head, a firm no in whatever psychic conversation they were having.

“How old are you?” Scarface asked, turning back to you.

“Sixteen,” you blinked.

Scarface looked back at his friend triumphantly, eyebrows raised.

He clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry kid, we’ll take ya where you need to go safe and sound.”

“Jesus Christ,” Morgan muttered, shaking his head and looking up to the sky.

“Oh, it’s no trouble sir,” you reassured him. “I’m sure if you point me in the right direction I’ll be able to figure it out.”

“Not out here you won’t.” Morgan piped up this time. “You ain’t from ‘round here kid, that much is obvious. You won’t make it another day. I’m surprised you managed two on your own.”

You wanted to argue with him but he was right. You were teetering on the edge already as it was.

“Perhaps you’re right,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Sit down, kid,” Scarface led you over to rest your back against a boulder. “Have some water.”

You opened your mouth to tell him you didn’t actually have any water, but a canteen being thrown into your lap had your words dying in your throat.

But it wasn’t Scarface that threw it.

“Thank you….” you trailed off.

“Arthur,” he muttered. “Morgan.”

You nodded, uncapping the top and taking a deep swig, thankful for the liquid returning moisture to your dry throat.

“And you are?” you asked, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at Scarface.

“John Marston,” he smiled kindly.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you said honestly.

“And what are we supposed to call you?” Arthur asked. “You got a name or something? Or ya lose it on the way over here?”

John shot him an exasperated look.

“No, no, I gotta name,” you said. “It’s (Y/N). Santangelo.”

John rose from his kneeled position beside you immediately like you suddenly grew another head. He and Arthur exchanged looks–Arthur’s more of a what-have-you-done kind of way.

“Of all the strays to pick up of course you chose this one,” Arthur waved a hand in your direction.

John winced, looking back at you with what you can only pinpoint as hope.

“You ain’t happen to be from New York, do ya?” John asked.

“Yeah,” you confirm, a bit confused. “Brooklyn.”

At the men’s extended silence you decide to help them out a little bit.

“It’s in the city.”

“Well aware,” Arthur responded.

“Yeah? You ever been?” you asked, eyes alight with hope.

“Nah,” Arthur shook his head. “Heard plenty about your kinda folk though.”

“What about ‘em?” you asked, discarding the now half empty canteen of water off your lap.

“We ain’t stupid, kid,” Arthur chuckled lightly, though it didn’t seem like he found anything amusing. “Everyone and their mama’s have heard ‘bout your kinda people.”

“Oh.” You shrank back against the rock.

A brief flash of fear crosses your face. Did you trust the wrong people? Were they bounty hunters? Maybe they were working for the O’Driscoll’s–helping them find you.

“Knock it off,” John smacked Arthur’s leather clad shoulder lightly. Then to you he said, “Don’t worry kid we ain’t the law. And we certainly ain’t turning you in nowhere.”

“Thanks,” you dragged your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on top of them.

There’s an elongated silence where you could hear John and Arthur speaking quietly to one another. You tried to pretend it wasn't about you, but you’ve caught a few bits and pieces and it most definitely is.

You really hope they’ll let you stay with them–you don’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, they seemed like okay men. Better than most in the city you’ve encountered anyway.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Arthur said as he and John finished their debate. “There’s a river just up ahead. We’ll go there, make a camp nearby, crash for the night, then get a move on.”

You nod fervently, opening your mouth to assure him you’ll be no trouble, but he held up a hand and continued speaking. “We’ll get you to Saint Denis. Odds are someone’ll be able to help you out there. Deal?”

“Deal.” You shot to your feet, a wide smile playing at your lips. You felt as though you were a street dog who had just found a temporary home. Again, better than being on the actual streets.

“You’re ridin’ with Marston,” Arthur stated.

You shot said man a grateful nod. He returned it just as enthusiastically.

The two men let out a series of sharp whistles, and soon the clop of horse hooves became louder and louder until two beautiful horses stood in front of you.

You let out a noise of awe. You’d never actually ridden a horse before. Back where you're from, they just pull things behind them, you don’t see a lot of people riding them through the streets.

John chuckled a bit at your awestruck expression as he mounted an auburn horse with a light mane and tail to match.

Arthur did the same with his own all black horse.

You approached the side of John’s horse, plotting how you’d go about getting on. It was tall–much taller than you realized.

You could feel the two men giving you weird looks. Well, more like Arthur giving you a weird look, and John trying not to laugh.

“You ain’t ever ridden a horse before?” John asked.

“No,” you admitted, face turning a bit red. “We don’t–I mean the horses are normally used for pulling back home.”

From over John’s shoulder Arthur not so discreetly rolled his eyes.

John however, extended his hand down towards you. “Grab on, I’ll hoist you up. Just put your foot here for balance and swing your other leg over.” John pointed to the place that would offer your foot the best support.

Nodding, you grasped his hand. John pulled you up as if you weighed nothing, it startled you at first. Recovering quickly, you placed your foot on the stirrup before swinging your other leg over the horse’s back until you were sitting comfortably behind John.

“See? Not so hard.” John said, patting his horse’s neck.

“Indeed,” you agreed.

“Feel free to grab on if you need some extra balance,” John said over his shoulder before turning back to Arthur. “Ready when you are.”

“About damn time,” Arthur grumbled before kicking his horse forward.

John rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Very dramatic, that man,” he joked before he too urged his own horse forward.

You were going to laugh, but the sudden jerk in movement had you lurching forward and grabbing onto John to prevent yourself from falling off.

“Alright back there?” John asked, taking notice of your death grip on his dark jacket.

“Think so,” you responded as the horse’s pace increased to an even trot.

“Alright,” John drawled. “Just let me know if you’re about to fall off.”

“Will do,” you assured him. “Might be sooner than you think.”

“Ah you’ll be fine,” John assured you. “Plus, I’m the one doin’ all the hard work.”

You peeked over his shoulder to get a grasp on what the ‘hard work’ entailed. From where you were sitting, it looked like all he was doing was holding the reins.

John chuckled when you voiced so, claiming the horse was doing most of the work.

“What are you doin’ all the way out here anyhow?” John asked, tailing closely behind Arthur.

So far, you liked John. He was easy to talk to. You two had been making small conversation for the past few minutes as you rode.

Arthur on the other hand didn’t seem as inclined to join. You weren’t quite sure if it was because of you or John. He didn’t seem to like either of you at the moment.

“Business” was all you revealed.

“Business?” John echoed skeptically. “What kinda business?”

“The kind I’m not supposed to talk about with strangers,” you responded. At this point, your death grip had been reduced to one hand clutching onto his jacket while the other laid on the horse’s back below you.

“Strangers? Come on now, you and I go all the way back to this afternoon.”

You shook your head with a mix between a scoff and a laugh. Your response was cut off when Arthur veered off the road, heading for a river you hadn’t noticed you’d been coming upon.

The horses soon slowed to a stop just off the bank–a secluded spot hidden by trees and fallen logs.

Arthur dismounted his horse, hitching it to a nearby tree. Releasing John’s coat and leaning back to make some room for him, he swung his leg over the side of his horse before offering you a hand.

You weren’t foolish enough to refuse his help.

As enjoyable as your first horse ride was, you couldn’t help but be relieved at both feet being back on the ground. Stretching out your shoulders, John and Arthur got to work quickly setting up camp using the materials on the backs of their horses.

You felt a bit bad watching them do all the heavy lifting while you stood there like a statue.

As John bent down to remove some things from his pack, you tiptoed towards him.

“Give me a job,” you stated.

John tossed a look over his shoulder. “A job?”

“Yeah, I feel a bit useless,” you admitted, moving the sand beneath your feet around with the toe of your boot.

John turned back to his pack with a small laugh. “You’re a kid, don’t worry about it.”

You rolled your eyes at his back, but no matter your pestering, he wouldn’t budge.

Eventually, you gave up on trying to wear him down, and instead tried your luck with the broody man who still hasn’t said as much as a word to you since your departure.

“Hey, Arthur?” You asked, peeking over the side of his horse as he rummaged through his saddlebag.

Arthur turned his head towards you with a blank look on his face. The only thing you got out of him was an eyebrow raise, but not a drastic one.

“Need any help?” You offered lamely.

“From you? No.” He grabbed a hunting knife and turned his back on you.

You didn’t let him go that easy. “Come on. It’ll go faster if I help. Just give me something to do. Something small!”

Arthur let out an annoyed sigh. “Alright, fine. How ‘bout you go get the fire started.” He nodded to where John had already gathered a small pile of wood.

“Okay, fire. I can do that.” You nodded, trying to convince yourself more than him. “Thanks, Arthur.”

He didn’t respond as you turned towards the pile of sticks, completely confused as to how you were supposed to go about this.

Sitting on your knees on the sand that wasn’t at all cushiony, you stared at the sticks. Maybe if you looked hard enough they’d ignite by themselves. Somehow, you doubted that.

Looking around for some type of rocks to bang together, you couldn’t find any that weren’t wet from the river.

You had spent so long looking for a rock that you didn’t realize John and Arthur had already set up a small camp for the three of you.

“Havin’ some trouble?” Arthur coughed as he and John stood behind your seated position in front of the wood.

Glaring at the wood you leaned back on your haunches, frustrated. “There aren’t any rocks anywhere!”

“Good thing that ain’t the only way to start a fire.” John stepped forward, striking a match and tossing it into the pile of dried grass below the wood.

Flames erupted from the dead grass and spread quickly to the wood, thus creating an effective fire.

You turned to glare at the two men sporting shit eating grins. The most emotion you’d gotten from Arthur yet.

“You had matches?” You demanded.

“We got everything,” John said as he heaved himself onto the ground near the fire.

Scowling, you leaned back on the log they had dragged over to your makeshift camp. Arthur sat opposite you and John, one ankle crossed over the other as he struck a match with the heel of his boot and lit a cigarette.

“You gave it a good shot,” John shrugged a shoulder against the log to your right.

“Don’t patronize me.”

Arthur laughed around a cloud of smoke.

Though you had spent today more on horseback than on foot you were still equally as exhausted. The hunger didn’t help with that.

John laughed as your stomach growled, turning to fetch something from his satchel.

“Here, eat this.” He handed you a roll of bread and a piece of meat wrapped in a cloth.

You didn’t object. Snatching the food from his outstretched hand you tore into the bread first, finding it only the slightest bit stale but still completely edible.

Neither of them spoke while you ate. Perhaps they were still mad at each other. It certainly seemed that way.

But it wasn’t your place to intervene. Instead, to keep yourself occupied you hummed a soft tune under your breath, foot tapping along to the rhythm in your head.

Maybe you were just happy, happy that though you were sleeping outside once more, you wouldn’t be freezing your tail off. Luckily, John had a spare tarp for you to lay on for the night.

Laying on your back, you looked up at the night sky. It was much different out here–more stars, less clouds, no smog to hide the beauty of nature you often forgot existed. You found yourself smiling as you drifted off to sleep, the crescent moon mirroring your expression from high above as your blinks grew more elongated by the second.

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vodika-vibes · 8 months ago

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Until The Stars Go Cold

Summary: You thought that you and Kixx had something special with how he kissed you, how he held you, how he looked at you. But one day, he and all of his brothers vanished, and you were left behind with nothing more than one of his shirts to remember him by.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 1873

Warnings: Angst, but there's a happy ending

A/N: So, I was in a Kix mood, and so this was born. The AU here is that the clones figured out that they were created as weapons against the Jedi and fled the Republic, down to the youngest Tubie, without telling anyone.

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You pull your knees up to your chest and lay your cheek on your knees as you stare, unfocused, out the window at the lights of Coruscant.

It has been one year and three months since the clones vanished.

A year and three months since the last time that you saw Kix.

Since the last time you felt his warm hands on your face, saw his broad smile, and heard his comforting voice.

You curl the sleeves of the shirt you’re wearing into your fists and bury your face in the collar. Your shirt, Kix’s shirt, no longer smells like him. Hasn’t smelled like him in months. But if you close your eyes and pretend, you can almost smell his body wash on the material of the shirt.

You thought, with time, the hurt of being left behind would fade.

But it hasn’t.

Every day is harder than the one before. And, at this point, you don’t leave your house anymore. You have your groceries delivered, and you work from home. Only your oldest friends still visit, though you insist on cooking for them rather than going out.

Hell, even your parents don’t visit anymore.

Your mother claims that you depress her, and she can’t deal with it.

That’s fair, you suppose. You depress yourself at times.

A lot of the time.

You wish you knew where he was, where he went. You wish you knew if he was safe. If he was happy.

You wish a lot of things, these days.

A heavy sigh falls from you and you slowly uncurl from the couch when your alarm goes off. It’s gotten to the point where you have to remind yourself to eat, and to go to bed.

You’re pathetic.

No wonder no one wants to spend time with you.

You drag your feet as you head into the kitchen and absently grab a box of noodles. If you make enough, you’ll have enough leftovers for several nights worth of dinner.

Sure, eating the same meal several nights in a row can’t be the best for you, but so long as you’re eating something, you don’t think anyone will give you too hard of a time.

You grab a pot from the dishwasher, fill it with water, and set it on the burner to wait for the water to boil.

While you wait, you lean against the counter and pluck a picture off the fridge.

It’s a photo of you and Kix.

He was your plus one to your sister’s wedding. Your brother-in-law bought him a nice outfit to wear to the wedding, one that matched your bridesmaid dress.

And, while the pair of you were dancing, your mother snapped a quick picture of the pair of you. In the photo, Kix is staring at you with a bright grin on his handsome face, and you’re laughing at something he said.

The both of you look happy.

In your darkest moments, late at night when you’re tossing and turning in bed, you can’t help but wonder if Kix was just pretending. If you were just a placeholder for someone better.

Something better.

And the more time that passes, the harder it is to ignore those thoughts.

You place the picture back on the fridge, next to the other pictures that decorate it, and focus your attention back on the pot of water.

It’s not boiling yet, but you reach out and turn off the burner anyway.

You don’t feel like eating anymore.

You don’t feel like doing anything.

You just want to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

“Not a bad place to set up shop,” Kix glances at his older brother, who isn’t looking at him, but rather peering out the window to look out across the decently sized city that is swiftly growing outside the clinic that they, and all of their other medic brothers, run.

“It’s not half bad,” Kix agrees, his fingers gliding over the pale blue ribbon wrapped around his wrist for a moment before he focuses his attention back on the files he’s meant to be organizing.

“Meaning it’s not half good, either?” his brother asks with a wry twist of his lips, “Come on, even you have to admit that this is a better setup than we ever would have gotten with the GAR or the Jedi.”

Kix rolls his eyes, “The Jedi did their best with what they were given.”

“You can’t tell me that you miss Coruscant.”

Kix leans back in his chair and finally looks at his brother, “No. I don’t miss Coruscant.” His gaze slides away from his brother and settles on the simple picture frame sitting on his desk.

It was taken at a park, his beautiful cyare’s head tucked under his chin, and his arm secure around her shoulders, while he snapped a selfie of them. They’re both drenched in the picture, a sudden storm surprising them both, but she made the best of it and danced with him in the rain while laughing.

Kix reaches out and picks the picture up, a small smile crossing his face as his thumb brushes her face, “No. I don’t miss Coruscant at all.” He repeats, a pang of loneliness making his grip tighten around the picture.

“You know,” His brother leans over his shoulder and plucks the frame from his hand, “You can call her.”

The laugh that falls from Kix is surprisingly bitter, “Yeah? And say what? Hey babe, sorry for up and vanishing on you and not telling you where I was going, but I’m here now.” He snatches the picture from his hand and sets it back on his desk, “No. She probably hates me now. And I don’t blame her for it in the slightest.”

“So…what? You’re going to just sit here and pine over her?”

Kix scowls at him, “Go and get yourself a girlfriend, and then we can talk about pining. Jerk.”

“Hm…what’s her name?”

“...what?”

“Her name? What’s her name?”

“I’m not answering that.”

His brother eyes him for a moment, and then he smirks, “I bet Jesse knows. I’m going to go ask him.” He pulls away from Kix and heads towards the door, “I’m going. Here I go—”

“Di’kut!” Kix flings a datapad at him, “Why do you want to know her name anyway?”

“Uh, so I can call her and get her to tell you to stop being pathetic.”

“Well, now I’m definitely not telling you.” Kix counters dryly, “Don’t you have paperwork to do?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Probably. I’ll be back in a bit.”

And then he’s gone, and Kix is left alone with a pile of datapads that still need to be sorted and filed. A loud string of curses falls from him as he realizes that he’s been left alone with all of this work.

Several hours later, he gets word that Rex and several other Captains have left New Mandalore (working name in progress), though Kix doesn’t think much about it.

Rex has a good head on his shoulders, and if he’s leaving their new home it’s probably for a good reason.

Besides, it’s the end of the workday and he just wants to go home and talk to his picture of his cyare and tell her about his day, and about New Mandalore.

Force, he wishes she was here. He wishes he could hear her voice, and feel her gentle fingers against his skin.

He’d sell his arm for the ability to pull her into his arms and kiss her until she’s giggling and breathless.

He just…he misses her.

But he made his choice, and there’s no walking that back.

As he flops back on his bed, his gaze locked on her blinding smile, Kix feels his heartbreak.

He’s probably lost her forever…and the only person he can blame is himself.

Slowly Kix lowers the picture so that it’s pressed against his forehead, regret burning in his chest, “I’m so sorry, mesh’la.” He whispers to the empty room.

Three weeks later, Rex’s ship returns.

Kix isn’t there to greet them, he’s too busy. It’s easy to forget his heartbreak when he’s working, after all.

However that all changes when there’s a knock on his office door, and then Rex opens the door. He has a small smirk on his face, and Kix can’t help but lean back and eye him suspiciously.

“What did you do?”

“Me? Nothing. I’m innocent.” Rex replies with a growing grin, “Although, you do have a visitor.”

“A visitor? Did someone get hurt on your mission?”

“Not quite.” Rex moves to the side and motions to someone in the hallway.

And then Kix stops, his breath catching in his throat.

His cyare is standing in the doorway. Her hair is shorter, barely brushing her chin, and she’s nervously rubbing the back of her neck and she won’t look at him properly.

Ironically, the first two coherent thoughts that run through Kix’s mind are “she’s stunning” and “what is she doing here?”

“Cyare—” Her gaze lifts from the carpeted floor, and it’s like a punch to the gut. Her face is thinner than it should be, and she has dark circles under her eyes.

She looks about as tired as he feels.

She smiles at him, but it’s a weak, uncertain, smile, “Kix,”

He stands and crosses his office in two large steps. Kix presses a hand to Rex’s shoulder and shoves him out of his office, “Get out.” And then he tugs his cyare further into the room, his hands immediately moving to cup her face after he smacks the button that will lock the door behind them.

“Cyare,” His thumbs lightly caress her cheeks under her eyes, “You’re here. You’re actually here.” His sounds almost breathless, and he really should get ahold of himself, but he had convinced himself that he was never going to be able to touch her again, so he’s giving himself a pass.

“Rex insisted,” She murmurs as she leans into his touch, “Kix, I missed you.”

He leans in and presses his forehead against hers, “I missed you too. I’m…so, so sorry for leaving without saying anything. I should have warned you.”

She shakes her head, her eyes closed, “Rex explained. The safety of you and your brothers is so much more important than my hurt feelings.”

“What did Rex say?”

“That there was something inside you all that would force you to turn against the Republic,” She opens her eyes, “He wouldn’t go into detail, but he did make sure that I knew that you were all safe to be around.”

Well, thank the maker for small mercies, Kix thinks as he leans, heavily, against her.

“I am. We are.”

Her hands, so much smaller and so much softer than his own, come up and brush against his cheeks, “I would like to stay with you…if you’ll have me?”

Kix doesn’t dignify her question with an answer right away. He doesn’t have to, as his lips crash against hers. “Of course, you can stay,” He mumbles in between frantic presses of his lips against hers, “Please stay.”

She leans heavily against him, “Always. For as long as you want me.”

“Forever. Until the stars go cold.”

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Staking My Claim Part 5

We are almost done just one more after this one! I thought about posting this on Tuesday to give the first chapter of the second book of Boy With a Bat some love.

But with this one literally two chapters away from being finished it didn't seem fair to postpone this one.

Here we have Nurse Jeff and sweet Eddie.

Pt 1| Pt 2|Pt 3| Pt 4|

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Once they other three were gone Jeff turned to Steve and Eddie.

“Right the real reason I’m here is because I’m going to make you two don’t jump each other before Steve is well enough.”

Steve and Eddie looked at each other and blushed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jeff said, crossing his arms and leaning back on one foot.

“Eddie go get us some lunch and I’ll make sure Stevie here isn’t going to throw up again.”

Eddie nodded and grabbed his keys. He gave Steve a kiss on the cheek and dashed off, leaving Steve alone with Jeff.

Jeff turned on the light in the kitchen to better see Steve’s face. He held Steve’s chin and turned his head gently to the light and away from it.

“Your dilation is a little slow,” he said. “That’s not good.”

Steve nodded. “I’ve had concussions before. It feels a bit like that. The dizziness, the nausea, the pounding in my head.”

Jeff nodded. “I think I still have some anti-nausea medication and if I don’t, we can try some Pepto, okay?”

Steve nodded. “I wouldn’t have done anything,” he said softly.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“With Eddie,” he whispered. “Not before we got back to Hawkins, anyway.”

“Oh?”

Steve nodded again. “I’m bit too romantic for my own good. And having the chance I might ruin our first time with puking is the last thing I’d want.”

“First time?” Jeff asked over his shoulder as he went to the bathroom.

“I meant it when I licked him, he’s mine now.”

Jeff chuckled.

He came back out holding two bottles. “Looks like I have two kinds of anti-nausea meds. One is very heavy duty, so we’ll try the other one first. We don’t want to mix something heavier if the knock out drug is still in your system.”

Steve nodded.

“In fact,” Jeff muttered. “I should call my mom.”

He set the two bottles on the counter next to Steve and went to the phone.

After a brief conversation Jeff picked up the heavier medication. “She actually recommended the tougher meds to counter whatever was given to you. She even wants you to stop by on your way home so she can look you over.”

Steve blushed. “She doesn’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow and Steve ducked his head. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. My sister is a lot like you, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“She’s the oldest,” Jeff murmured, “so she was brought up that she had to take care of everyone else and couldn’t ask for help.”

“Oh.”

Jeff rubbed the top of his head. “Look, man. I get it, I really, really do. If your parents are as half the shit the rumor mill makes them out to be, you’ve been abandoned and neglected all your life. Somehow, someway you became the defacto older brother to the weirdest group of latchkey kids I’ve ever seen and you think you have to do everything for them because you didn’t get to have that. But thinking like that will only wear you down and out.”

“It’s hard,” Steve admitted. “They’ve been through so much.”

Jeff let out a sigh. “I get that too. You and those kids have been through some heavy ass shit. I also get that you think that because you’re the oldest you can’t tell them what you’re feeling because you don’t want to burden them.”

“You’re Robin and Nancy’s age,” Steve said quietly.

Jeff frowned, not quiet understanding the comment. Then it dawned on him. “Eddie isn’t.”

Steve’s head shot up. “What?”

“I know it’s hard to remember because he graduated with me and the other guys,” Jeff said. “But Eddie is older then you. He was supposed to graduate in ‘84.”

Steve blinked. “Oh. Yeah.”

“So lean on him,” Jeff said. “Yeah, you’re attracted to him. And you definitely want to fuck. But let him in emotionally, too. I think you’ll find he’s as a great a listener as he is a talker.”

Steve blushed.

Just then the door swung open to reveal Eddie with a large bag of McDonald’s.

“I didn’t know what you would like,” Eddie said with a grin, “so I got a little of everything I could think of.”

Steve smiled. “I’m sure I’ll find something I like then.”

They all dug in and polished off most the bag of fast food.

“Seriously,” Steve said, “why does greasy food always the best hangover cure?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know. It defies all logic. You would think it would be stuff that was easy on your stomach like toast and rice would be better, but nope!”

Steve took Eddie’s hand. “Thanks for taking care of me. I appreciate it.”

Eddie blushed to his roots. “You don’t need to thank me. I just did what the next person would have done.”

Jeff snorted. “Bullshit. You went above and beyond and you know it. There is no shame in accepting his thanks. You did good, man.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face to hide his embarrassment. “You’re welcome, Stevie.”

“I think you should go lay back down,” Jeff suggested to Steve. “We’ll be here if you need us.”

Steve nodded and wandered back to Eddie’s room. He closed the door and laid down, sure that he wouldn’t sleep as he had already slept a lot. But it appeared he needed it more than he thought as he drifted back to dreamland.

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Part 6

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azrielslightintheshadows · 1 year ago

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Could i make a request for Cassian where him and reader aren't a thing yet but she has been in love with him for centuries but because she is so insecure and shy she doesnt have it in her to tell Cassian. So later on when nesta comes in, reader sees him spending a lot of time with nesta and reader thinks her chances are over with Cassian and is upset and starts isolating herself, not eating and getting weaker. The whole inner circle is confused by her change and worried, and finally when cassian realises, he comes in and tells reader he loves her and wants her only. They could end up being mates too...upto you!!

Forever yours.

Cassian x f!Reader.

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst.

I had so much fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it.

“Give it back” you screamed as the five young boys held your diary. They were taller than you and you couldn’t reach it. You were in the middle of a circle they created with their bodies jumping to reach your diary as they laughed.

“Come on, just get it shortie” one of them yelled.

“Please” your voice was breaking. The tallest one was shaking your diary above his head tearing some pages with the motion.

“If I were you I would give it back” a new voice sounded. The boys turned in the direction it came from. They were so tall that you couldn’t see who it was, just the top of his head since he was taller than them, black hair was the only thing you could see.

“We’re not you though. But thanks for the advice” one of the boys snorted.

“It’s not an advice, it’s a warning.”

“What are you going to do about that bastard?” The tallest one said.

You didn’t see anything else than a blur, he moved so fast… you only heard some cracking and groans. Three of the boys ran away while the other two including the one who had your diary were on the ground, blood was pouring down their noses. And then you saw him, a boy… he looked a bit older than you, black hair that reached his chin and the most beautiful hazel eyes you had ever seen.

“I think this belongs to you” he smiled and gave you the diary.

“Thank you” you smiled and hugged him.

And that was how you and Cassian met almost 500 years ago. You grew up in an Illyrian camp, and because you were high fae; the Illyrian kids loved to make fun of you and hurt you. One of the women found you one day in the woods and took you in. The lord of the camp felt pity for you and let her raise you there. You later on found out that the residents of the nearby village used to sacrifice their first born if it was a female to the cauldron in order to conceive a male next time. You didn’t know who your parents were and didn’t really care, if they were able to leave a baby in the woods then you didn’t want to meet them anyway.

Cassian became your protector after the incident and as the years passed you fell in love with him. It was hard to be in love with someone like Cass, he is a stunning male in every way possible and gets a lot of attention from the females. The other reason why it is so hard is that he is so loud and outgoing while you are shy and quiet. You couldn’t see how it would work out for the two of you if you ever became something more than friends, so you kept your mouth shut and never revealed your feelings. He would never bother with a female like me. You always thought.

Then you moved to Velaris and Rhysand gave you some duties as a healer so you kept yourself occupied and didn’t really think about the whole situation with Cassian anymore.

Later on, Feyre burst into your life and everything changed for the better, you two became good friends and you strongly believed that she discovered your feelings about him, yet she never said anything so you weren’t sure.

But even though Feyre’s arrival brought you so much joy, you couldn’t say the same about her sisters -especially Nesta. The oldest Archeron sister was something made out of the worst nightmare, she gave migraines to everyone in the inner circle and especially Rhysand. In order to create some peace Cassian approached her and helped her overcome her addictions and fears and finally embrace what she became when she emerged from the Cauldron. You had never felt more proud of him.

The pride though didn’t last long as the jealousy crept in; Cassian would spend more and more time with Nesta and completely ignore you and the plans you made and even though you always thought you didn’t have a chance with him this time you were sure about that. How could you ever compete with her? She was absolutely gorgeous and talented, she moved gracefully as she grew up in a wealthy family -at least until they bankrupted- and she was confident and strong. You on the other hand felt like a joke in front of her… you didn’t feel as beautiful as her, you didn’t have her grace you were raised in an Illyrian camp for crying out loud and you weren’t confident at all.

You believed that you could handle the pain and move on but things never go as we hope.

At first you missed training and when Cassian didn’t even notice… you were devastated so you stopped eating too. This was not a decision you made, you just completely lost your appetite. You were getting weaker and thinner as the days went by and suddenly lost every ounce of energy for social interaction. You skipped the night outs and shopping trips with Mor, you stopped hanging out with everyone and missed every dinner. The rest of the inner circle seemed to notice that and tried to approach you but you brushed them off.

You groaned as you heard noise from the dining room, Rhysand once again decided to have a dinner party in the house of wind -your house.

You couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t have those in the river house. You shut your bedroom’s door and laid on your bed. Maybe if you slept no one would try to bother you.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Dining room

“What are we going to do about y/n?” Rhysand asked with a worried look on his face.

Cassian glanced around in confusion.

“Why what’s wrong with her?” He was panicking.

“Are you serious?” Mor exclaimed. “When was the last time she came to training? Or to dinner? Or anywhere?”

“She has lost way too much weight” Azriel added.

Cassian’s eyebrows were furrowed as he thought everything his friends said. He was trying so hard to help Nesta in order to keep his high lord and high lady -brother and sister at this point- happy that he didn’t notice what was happening to you. He started thinking about when he last saw you acting like your old self. It was a few days after Nesta appeared…that was the last time you smiled at him. And then he realised why.

He didn’t hear anything else they said, he just abruptly stood up and hurried off to your room.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You heard footsteps down the hall and you shut your eyes again, making your breath even and parting your lips… hoping you would be able to trick whoever was coming to get you. There was a soft knock on your door and when you didn’t reply you heard it open.

Someone walked slowly towards your bed and sat down next to you. His musky scent with a little bit of spice made your heart beat faster.

Cassian.

You felt a hand caressing your cheek and his voice soft and melodic as he spoke.

“Doll, I know you’re not sleeping… I taught you this remember?”

You wanted to cry, he always knew when you lied… it was like he knew every part of your soul and maybe he did… after all he taught you everything you now know, you grew up together.

You opened your eyes and glanced at him. He was so beautiful, you just stared at him not sure what to say. Cassian pulled the duvet off you and scanned your body.

“They were right you have lost way too much weight” he frowned. You only nodded.

“What is going on doll please talk to me” he pleaded.

“Nothing I’m okay” you muttered and tried to turn your back on him to no avail since he grabbed your hip and laid you again on your back.

“You don’t get to do this baby. Talk to me!”

“I’m fine Cassian leave. Nesta is probably wondering where the hell you are.” You shouted, surprising both Cassian and you.

“So that’s what this is all about. Nesta…” Cassian smiled once you confirmed his initial thoughts.

“Are you in love with me?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.

You shook your head, you didn’t want to destroy your friendship.

“That’s a shame, because I’m completely and utterly in love with you.” You gaped at him. “From the moment I saw that little short girl crying and jumping in that circle I knew that she was the one for me. And I promised to love and protect her until my last breath. And because of that promise I didn’t want to tell you that I’m in love with you just in case I ruined our friendship and you distanced yourself.”

You didn’t know what to say, tears filled your eyes and he wiped away the few that escaped with his thumbs.

“Cass…” you whispered.

“I love you and only you forever” he whispered back and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much that it hurts” you replied.

And then he captured your lips with his own, the kiss soft yet needy. Sparkles erupted in your stomach and then you both froze.

You felt your chest tightening and then it snapped. You gasped and stared at Cassian wide-eyed… his eyes filled with tears and he chuckled.

“We are mates” you smiled.

“Yes we are, and I am the luckiest bastard on this world” he grinned and you slapped his chest.

Everything was going to be alright you thought as you let your mate pull you in his strong arms.

Princess chapter 3 coming tomorrow! Requests are open!

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wsknbfanaccnt · 24 days ago

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Akashi Family Headcanons

okay so this is all headcanons about their family and their dynamic and how they met and everything because i want to

trigger warning: death, suicide, emotional/physical abuse

so first is their family tree

(im sorry idk anything about Japanese names so i used a random generator and looked at what i liked best)

So there's Seijuro right. The focus person (my baby i love him mine)

Father's Side

Masaomi's dad was Satoshi, and his mom was Chizuru. Now Chizuru belongs to a different well off family who MADE SURE that at least one of her children marry an Akashi and there we go there's their marraige. It was arranged. She's an awful woman- emotionally and physically abusive to Masaomi, a bitch to all the staff, feeling entitled. A Karen. No one likes her.

Satoshi didn't want to deal with that and had business to do. He was away working abroad most of the time which led to Chizuru raising Masaomi (horribly, might I add).

Now they actually had difficulty making a kid. Chizuru was 48 when Masaomi was born, and they had a lot of trouble making sure that both she and Masaomi was healthy.

Chizuru and Satoshi never really cared for each other at all, their primary goal was to make a male heir. Which was Masaomi. After that, Chizuru went whoring wherever she wanted to because "I'm married to an Akashi I can do anything" and ended up getting pregnant at 51 years old because "eh im old nothings gonna happen anyways"

Airi was born and she was a rebel, didn't want to do anything, has run away from the house multiple times and she's just a problem child. Especially since she lacked attention cuz their focus was training and raising their male heir. So she jumped off of the roof of Akashi Manor at 16 years old.

Airi and Masaomi never really got along either, Masaomi was kinda quiet and just did whatever his parents told him to and stuff. I mean sure they were siblings but they were so far opposites.

Satoshi was assassinated a while ago by the Spanish Mafia. All Chizuru had to say to that was "good riddance". Masaomi didn't have any feeling or reaction in particular, just surprise.

She's currently in the ICU btw. Seijuro knows that he has grandparents on his father's side ONLY BECAUSE he did some digging. Masaomi never mentioned his family, and neither did Shiori. He has absolutely (pun always intended) no contact with his father's side.

Mother's Side

Shiori, being the oldest of three, had the expectation that she is responsible for her siblings. Her parents weren't horrible people, but they were both working most of the time to support their children, especially since they want them to get the best education yet. Which is how Shiori ended up going to the same middle school as Masaomi, even though the school was prestigious. But in home she had a lot of work to do, not just homework but chores and taking care of Fujio and Yumiko. Their parents were taking care of them when they get a chance, but often it was Shiori that attended sports and after school activities instead of their parents.

Yumiko is their problem child, and since shes the youngest, often gets away with it when parents step in. Always blames everything on her older siblings and trying to get attention as much as possible. And ofc, Shiori and Fujio is always blamed because "youre responsible for your younger sister why did you let her do that? You should know better" or some shit. always gets what she wants, and especially since the parents dont really have time for their kids their attention always goes to Yumiko because cute, youngest, trying to get attention, meanwhile Fujio and Shiori are decently mature enough to not need that.

Fujio is the middle child, so he gets the classic middle child syndrome. Between Shiori being oldest and responsible and Yumiko being youngest and small and attention seeker, he isn't really seen by parents. He more of just does his own thing in private, keep to himself. But he likes doing sports, though undecided for a while which one he was going to focus on. Eventually he chose basketball. Shiori was always there for his games, and even helping him train (she likes doing her research).

Their parents, Mina and Shunichi, theyre in a loving marriage. Its really just that their priority is getting their kids to the best school there is, so they barely have time for them nor each other. They had Shiori when they were 18. 1.5 years after that they had Fujio, and then by (happy) accident Yumiko after 4 years.

Seijuro had contact with them once, and only once. During Shiori's funeral, it was Fujio and Yumiko that were taking care of little Seijuro, making sure he's safe and helping him deal with the fact that his mom is gone. But after that, no contact. Seijuro could probably give them a call, but he doesn't know them that well. Also, Masaomi is afraid of Mina (Shiori's mom).

Masaomi x Shiori

Masaomi was a timid introvert that didn't really talk unless spoken to/needed, so he kept to himself during school and events. Of course always top of his class, he knew and it was drilled into his brain that he was only there to be the heir for the company. So like a robot he did what he was told without complain or argument, even though he had personal feelings about things. He learned early on, especially from emotional and physical abuse from Chizuru, that his opinions and words didn't really matter. So he kept himself quiet. Because of that, no one really talked to him at school or even tried to make friends, also because they knew that Chizuru was a bitch and if anything happened and Masaomi gets influenced she can probably shut down the entire school. This was both elementary and middle school.

Shiori was extroverted, loved making friends and she spoke her truth always. She loved talking, doesn't matter who it is. One day, the last week of elementary school, the two were paired up to be partners for a little class activity. It was the first time the two had met, and still Shiori went on and on, asking him questions and replying with her own stories. It was the first time Masaomi felt heard, that his preferences mattered to someone. And he was very intrigued about this chatterbox girl.

Shiori and Masaomi became lowkey friends when they reached middle school, and people just accepted it. Masaomi liked listening to her talk, and Shiori liked talking and watching him listen.

One day, Shunichi, Shiori's dad, suddenly got fired from his work. Mina's salary was not enough to support them at all, and Shiori was sad because she might have to move to a different school. Tuition was expensive at a prestigious school like that. Shiori confided in Masaomi.

Masaomi, being stupid and also fearing that Shiori would be gone in his life, started paying for her tuition in advance. You have no idea the disbelief that her parents had when they went to pay and saw that there was zero balance. Well, they thought, since its already paid why not just wait for another year. They can afford at least Fujio's and Yumiko's tuition after all.

Eventually Shunichi got accepted at another job, and they could afford school again. Masaomi stopped paying for her tuition. Chizuru found out at one point and Masaomi got his ass beat and had to do extra work for he doesn't even know how long, but it was worth it. For Shiori.

They fell in love and stayed in touch until highschool. Chizuru did not approve of her when he introduced Shiori, saying that her kind (as in she was poor) doesn't belong and will ultimately cause the company to fail. But Masaomi for once knew what he wanted. he tried and tried and tried again and again, until Chizuru gave up. It was also around the time that Satoshi died, and with her newfound freedom she was just "ok fine whatever you want ig" especailly since the riches are hers now. So Masaomi and Shiori got married at 20 years old, and had our lovely little Seijuro at 22 years old.

lmk if you want me to make more headcanons or even to make a oneshot, or literally anything. Im curious on what yall's opinion is

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puck-luck · 2 months ago

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christmas card 2038

june 25, 2037: topsail, NC. annual hughes family vacation.

Bea was hoping that after six years, family photos would get easier. She’s not asking for much, she doesn’t think– only one nice photo per year for the front of her Christmas card. It doesn’t even have to be that nice. She just wants all four kids to be looking at the camera and, in an ideal world, smiling. The smiling isn’t necessary though. All of her boys inherited Quinn’s ability to smile only when they’re genuinely happy, but not when she asks them to. In fact, their genuine smiles usually fade when she whips her camera out. It’s super frustrating, but they’re perfect, so Bea doesn’t mind all that much.

It’s a futile wish for one great family photo. She always leaves the impromptu (sometimes planned) shoot with a barely concealed eye roll. Quinn is the more patient parent of the two of them, so he tries to take the lead after Bea gives up on photos. The kids, except Patrick, like him better anyway– which does sting a little since Bea literally carried each of them for nine months and birthed them. She’s glad that she has one who will love up on her and cuddle on the couch, though.

Her mistake this photoshoot is that the kids are hungry. They’re at the beach, on their annual beach trip before they go to Litchton and hang out with the Zegras family until Quinn has to head back to Vancouver for the start of the season, and they’re two hours out from dinner. Luke refused to eat his PB&J on the beach today, deciding that he suddenly doesn’t like peanut butter anymore, which is weird because Bea packed a PB&J for him weekly during school this spring and he always ate the whole thing. Because he didn’t eat a lot of lunch, her oldest is crabby.

Her youngest is crabby too. She didn’t take a nap today. She was fighting sleep away like she’s in the UFC, all because she wanted Quinn to hold her while she slept. The thing that she doesn’t understand, only being 16 months old, is that there are three little boys who are also vying for Quinn’s attention. They’re all just as obsessed with Quinn as Bea is and, somehow, he’s a master of the chaos. Usually, he’d strap Daphne to his back in the baby carrier and keep playing with the boys– which would give Bea a break– but they forgot the carrier.

Her second mistake is putting the two crabby kids together. Luke is the only one who is old enough to actually carry Daphne and, on a normal day, he’s very patient with her. He’s like Quinn that way. Today, though, he’s annoyed by the littlest thing. That won’t be solved until he gets his plate of chicken tenders and fries at the restaurant. Unfortunately, the “littlest thing” that’s annoying him is his sister, who is trying to wiggle out of his arms because she’s on an independent kick. Either she wants to stand by herself or she wants to run out of the picture towards Quinn, who is cleaning up all of their beach toys behind Bea. She’s already succeeded in escaping twice and both times Quinn has dutifully returned her to the photoshoot. Despite all of the factors while taking this photo, Bea is determined not to give up before she gets one usable picture.

“Caleb, baby, look at the camera,” Bea calls, snapping her fingers to try and get her three-year-old’s attention. She’s rounding up. His third birthday is in two weeks. It’s just easier to say he’s three now– and it’s a way to prepare her for the actual day. Bea hates that her babies are getting older. She wants them to stay tiny and sweet and darling forever.

The little blonde is distracted, looking up at the sky with an open mouth. He raises one chubby finger, pointing up. “Mommy, airplane,” he observes excitedly.

“I see it, so cool! Look at me, okay?” Bea musters up some fake excitement– when she’s not trying to take a photo, she’d be happy to look at the airplane with Caleb. He’s been very into them lately, to the point that Bea has a flight radar app on her phone because Caleb would rather look at that than one of the many games she has downloaded. Normal kids find a video to watch, like their favorite TV show, but Caleb always goes for the radar.

He does not look at her, dumbfounded by the plane above him. It’s one of those planes that starts silent and roars long after it disappears over the horizon. Bea swears she only hears these kinds of planes when she’s at the beach– it must be something to do with the water.

She sees the disaster coming before it hits. Caleb, so enraptured by the departing plane, is startled by the loud sound of the engine. His big eyes go from excited to scared, face crumpling in slow motion. He brings his little hands up to his ears and covers them, stomping in place and wailing in discomfort. He looks to Bea, finally, but she doesn’t want to take a photo of this expression.

He’s on the move before she can snap a picture anyway. He runs toward her, a little wobbly as all toddlers are, and crashes into her legs. He buries his face in Bea’s knees, hiding from the big, scary noise, and she can feel the fat tears that are coming on.

“Okay,” Bea decides, shoving her phone into the band of her swimsuit bottoms and reaching down to get a grip under Caleb’s armpits. She picks him up with a little bounce and sets him on her other hip. Caleb wraps his arms around her neck and continues hiding, his crying only slightly muffled by her skin. He’s got quite a pair of lungs on him, so Bea tries not to wince as he bawls right into her ear. “I’m calling it. Go get Daddy.”

Luke drops Daphne immediately. She was already just a few inches from the ground, having gone limp in his arms in another effort to slide from his grip and escape. It’s something that Bea would normally berate Luke for, but she’s got her hands full and Daphne is a lot more durable than she seems. She’s very tough, but Bea supposes that’s what happens when you have three older brothers who like to play and roughhouse in Quinn’s shooting room more than their own playroom.

All three of them take off towards Quinn, who is squatting down to get all of their miniature shovels and sandcastle toys into the big bucket. They overwhelm him, knocking him to the ground and dogpiling on. Even Patrick joins in and he’s the one who is glued to Bea’s side 90% of the time.

Quinn fakes a dramatic yell as he goes down. He’s quick to turn the tides on the kids, his fingers ticking over their laughing bodies until they’re trying to get away. He wraps his arms around all three of them, squishing them all together, and he rolls so that they’re underneath him. Quinn blows a raspberry against each of their bellies before he releases them.

Bea watches the scene unfold with a little smile on her face, but she’s more focused on patting Caleb’s back and rocking him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. The plane didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Too loud,” Caleb complains tearfully. “Hurt my ears, Mommy.”

“These ears?” Bea asks, turning her head and peppering kisses all over the side of Caleb’s face. It makes him giggle, the best sound in the entire world, and he turns his head away. Bea attacks his other ear then, pecking and nuzzling Caleb’s soft skin until he raises his hands and tries to push her away. Even then, she showers him in a couple more kisses just because she can.

“Nooo,” Caleb drawls, covering Bea’s lips with both of his hands for good measure. “No more kisses.”

Bea sticks her tongue out and makes contact with his tiny palm.

Surprised, Caleb removes his hands. He’s not crying anymore, but there are tear tracks on his chubby cheeks.

Bea raises her hand and wipes them away with her thumb. “No more kisses,” she agrees. Instead, she follows Quinn’s lead and blows a raspberry against his neck.

Caleb shrieks out a laugh and hugs Bea’s neck again, turning away from her face and laying his head on her shoulder. Bea wraps her arms around him in a hug and bounces him slightly, humming his favorite song as she rocks him.

“Everything okay?” Quinn asks, walking over to Bea despite being weighed down by three of their kids. Luke is hanging off his back, arms around Quinn’s neck. Patrick is in one arm and Daphne is in the other.

God, he’s strong. Quinn’s handsomeness is the reason they’ve got four babies already. Bea has got to get back on birth control. The condoms are no fun, but she’ll be damned if there’s a fifth baby in their future. Four is fine– one child for each of their hands to hold– but five is too many. Honey already thinks Bea is crazy for having four, swearing that she’s done after this next one.

Bea really hopes that Honey pops while they’re in Litchton. She wasn’t able to be there when Hayden was born, since it was during the season and she needed to be in Vancouver, but Bea really wants to be there when Baby #2 is born. She wants to be the first to know if it’s a girl or a boy. She’s hoping for a girl. Honey and Trevor want it to be a surprise.

Patrick reaches for Bea, wanting to be on her hip now that Caleb isn’t crying. Quinn leans in and passes him to Bea, filling her other arm. He pulls her phone from the band of her swimsuit, sliding it into the pocket of his board shorts. With a free hand now, Quinn smooths his palm over Bea’s behind. It always makes Bea swoon when he touches her intimately in such a casual way, but especially since she’s had four babies. He still thinks she’s the hottest woman alive, regularly telling her such once they’ve managed to get all the kids in bed for the night and collapsed into their own.

Bea thinks that Quinn being a good dad is sexy, but her opinion is nothing compared to how much Quinn dotes on her when she’s being a good mom. Parenthood has its challenges, sure, but they’re doing it together and they love being a team.

“Nothing a little lovin’ couldn’t fix,” Bea replies, tilting her head and waiting for Quinn to meet her lips.

He does, then pecks a second time because he loves her– it’s something they’ve started doing ever since Luke decided that it’s gross for his parents to say that they love each other. Luke has started to catch onto this secret code too, evidenced by his groaning and how he goes limp on Quinn’s back. He lets his feet dangle towards the ground and, maybe unintentionally but probably not, garrots Quinn in the process. Quinn exaggerates a choke and leans back so that Luke can find his footing on the sand.

“You guys are gross,” Luke says.

“Hey!” Quinn exclaims, taking his hand off Bea’s ass and catching Luke in a loose headlock. “I’m allowed to be gross with my wife whenever I want.” He leans Daphne forward. “Get him, Ducky. Noogie him!”

Daphne holds herself steady with one hand in the fluffy strands of hair at the base of Quinn’s neck, which breaks Bea’s heart a little bit because of how sweet and gentle she is. She’s such a Daddy’s girl, inheriting Bea’s fascination for the man. Daphne stares at Quinn almost as much as Bea does, probably more often than Bea does since there are three other kids to give attention to. Luke is the worst with attention– he might love his Uncle Luke more than anything, but he pouts a whole lot like Uncle Jack when eyes aren’t on him. Bea thinks it’s because he was their sole child for two years before she had Patrick, and he got used to the attention he’d had as their only baby.

Daphne doesn’t quite understand the concept of a noogie, even though the boys have been trying to teach her this trick since she could make a fist. She kind of just pops Luke on the head, making contact and then waving her fist back and forth the same way she does when she’s trying to untie her shoelaces. She catches his hair in her fist, though, which has to hurt a bit.

Luke, for his part, plays along. “No, Daphne, don’t get me!” He brings his hands to the crook of Quinn’s elbow and pushes, freeing himself. He starts to race up the beach toward the dunes, toward the rented house, and Quinn calls after him.

“You’d better be in the shower by the time I get up to the house!” He calls. “And I’m doing head checks– make sure you wash all the shampoo out this time!”

“Okay!” Luke yells back, scampering up the wooden stairs that lead to the beach.

Quinn turns his attention back to Bea. He pecks her lips once more, then lays a kiss on both Caleb and Patrick’s heads. “Daph and I will finish cleaning up down here. You okay to take care of the boys for a little bit?”

“I take care of all four while you’re on the road,” Bea reminds him with a smile. “I think I can handle three.”

Quinn returns the smile. “Sassy.” His hand returns to her body, same place as before. He gives her ass a little squeeze. “You gonna shower before dinner too?”

“Gotta get this sand off of me somehow,” Bea replies. She shifts the boys in her arms. They’re getting a little restless, poking at each other. These two always bicker– it’s because they’re only a year apart. They’re like Quinn and Jack, or like Cece and Bea. She’d better get up to the house before she’s caught in the middle of a fully fledged fist fight.

Quinn leans in once more, slotting their lips together and holding her there for a second. He tastes nice– like the ocean and a bit of their coconut sunscreen. “Maybe I’ll join you,” Quinn murmurs, patting her behind pointedly before he walks back toward the mess the kids left on the beach. As he walks, he shifts Daphne to his other arm. His voice is soft when he talks to her: “You’re gonna help Daddy, aren’t you, Ducky?” Her hand finds the back of his neck again, keeping him close.

Bea doesn’t know how he’ll manage to join her in the shower, since there are four kids that need to be under constant supervision lest they break something, start fighting, or cause any other problem, but she’ll be happy to let Quinn join her if he finds some solution for that slight dilemma. Maybe they can throw the kids in front of the TV and bring the baby monitor into the shower with them.

#puck-luck's fics #andy writes anything🍄#small town girl x tz #beaquinn!!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fanfiction #parent quinn hughes #qh43 #quinn hughes x oc #nhl fanfiction

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luveline · 2 years ago

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for your dad!steve au, can we see steve making the girls laugh? or just any slice of life? thank u!

thank you for your request! dad!steve x mom!reader, 1k

Steve doesn’t play rough with the girls because he’s a schmuck who’s constantly terrified of dislocated elbows (shockingly common in young kids —all you have to do is pick them up wrong), but Avery has discovered via soft play club after school that landing on or being thrown at a soft surface is extremely enjoyable.

“Please, dad, just chuck me! I won't get hurt,” she insists.

You, sitting on the floor by your bed, look up from the clothes you’re sorting into piles to smile at him. “Go on, handsome, just throw her.”

“I don't want to throw you,” Steve says unhappily, trying to ignore Avery where she’s sat pleadingly on the edge of the made bed. He’s putting your folded pyjamas away in the dresser.

“Please, dad, please, please, please!” she begs, climbing from her knees onto wobbly feet.

Steve sighs. Today hasn’t necessarily been long or anything, as it’s a Sunday, so you’re home. When you’re home, you insist on handling the majority of childcare to give Steve as much of a break as he can get, which isn’t often a break at all because you have three kids and a house and a lot of chores that are unavoidable. Steve reveres your efforts. You work all week just like he does, and at least he gets the pleasure of being surrounded by the people he loves. A full work week and everyday you come home tired but willing to keep on fighting until bedtime.

He closes the dresser drawer. Realistically, there is no reason to say no to Avery. He isn’t so tired as to not be able to play for a bit, and he knows himself well enough to know he won't hurt her.

He crouches gently and opens his arms. “Fine. C’mere, Ave.”

She launches herself at him. Steve picks her up, and he rocks her lanky but still so small body in his arms, each rock a threat that prompts an excited laugh from his oldest. She screams with joy when he finally throws her into the bed, her body bouncing up toward the pillows (two for you, about six for him).

“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to drop you,” Steve teases.

She giggles giddily and crawls back to the end of the bed for another go.

You pause with clothes unfolded in your hands. Kids wear altogether too many clothes. Dove must change three times a day, Bethie too, your youngest girls both burdened with a penchant for mess. Avery is much better, but even if they were the neatest girls in the world they’d still make a mountain of laundry at the end of the week.

Simply put, you’re sick of clothes. It’s much more fun to watch Avery scream with joy as Steve scoops her up and drops her down again. He looks nice tonight, like he always does, lean but tough, not as fit as he once was because there’s no time for swimming when you’re raising kids but really, really pretty. The suggestion of his biceps strain against his short sleeve t-shirts, and when he pulls Avery up against his chest his shirt gets caught and you can see his soft tummy.

“What is happening?”

You turn to the source of the new voice. Your second oldest, Bethie, stands in the doorway in her white nightie, hand in hand with your toddler, Dove. Dove is in very sweet, very small pyjamas, thin white cotton dotted with dainty blue flowers. They wear twin expressions, an apprehensive sort of confusion. They can hear the laughter and they want to be involved. You can’t blame them; Avery’s squealing in her disorientation, having way too much fun.

“Dad’s throwing your sister,” you say.

Bethie takes a step back. Not from fear, never, but because she’s a shy girl who doesn’t like asking for things. You don’t understand how you managed to make a daughter so different from your first, but you're delighted anyways. You love her exactly how she is.

“Do you want to play, too?” you ask her, setting aside the last pile of folded clothes.

“No,” she mumbles.

Steve tosses Avery at the pillows again and turns to the newcomers as she rolls. “Hello,” he says sweetly. “Now all my favourite girls are in one place! Come here, Beth, let me see you.”

Bethie is the world’s biggest daddy’s girl, immediately dropping Dove’s hand to crowd Steve’s knees. Dove’s happy to be set free. She squeezes through all the hubbub to flop into your lap, kicking over a neat pile of laundry as she goes.

“What’s this?” Steve asks Bethie as he picks her up. He smooths a hand down her face. “What have you done here? You have a little mark.”

“I don't know,” she says.

“No? You know what I think? I think it’s–” He tosses her in the space Avery vacated. Bethie is shocked beyond words and delighted by his deception, screaming as she lands in the rumpled sheets. Steve laughs at her laughing, and quickly moves around to the side of the bed to check he hasn’t done any lasting damage. “I thought you’d like that,” he says, hands sliding under her shoulders.

“Do you want a go?” you ask Dove.

Dove can’t speak much yet. She knows lots of words and fractions of sentences, but all her pronouns are messed up, and she doesn’t like speaking anyways. She’s a quiet girl like Beth, though she doesn’t quite have her older sister's happy disposition, and she frowns at you.

“Want boppy,” she says.

You wrap your arm around her to feel her stomach like that might reveal a certain truth. “You’re hungry?” you ask, rubbing her side. “Okay, baby, let's go get your bottle.”

“She had loads at dinner,” Steve says. “I’m not sure why she’d be hungry.”

You laugh, because when he turns to you he has the two girls under his arms like bags of flour. They laugh and squirm to be released. Steve pretends to drop them, hiking them up again with a grin when their giggles thicken.

“She’s a growing girl. Why don’t we all go have some milk, milk and cookies?” you ask, giving Dove an indulgent kiss.

“Two seconds,” Steve says over the sound of excited agreement, “just need to–”

Steve throws the girls into your bed again.

“Dad!” Avery scolds, her hair ruffled, her t-shirt collar rolled. “I’m fragile.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” He turns to you with a showful glare. Vindicated at last.

Bethie stands up, an uncharacteristic loudness to her as she says, “Again, dad, please!”

Steve has trouble saying no to any of the girls but especially Beth. he drags her onto his chest and gets ready to toss her.

“I’ll meet you downstairs?” you ask knowingly.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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more of this au <3

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year ago

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you're not santa

i may or may not be having a small (this is a lie) crisis over liam believing in santa this year? i am 90% certain he doesn't actually believe in santa and just said he does because he thinks the cool gifts come from santa. meanwhile i am just trying to get the vibes on if i need two wrapping papers this year or not for the same amount of gifts. so anyways working through the feelings with putting the idiots in the situation as always, enjoy.

rated t | cw: the mildest innuendo | tags: fluff, modern au, married steddie, steddie dads, the magic of christmas is all of it not just santa etc

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"You better be quieter this year," Steve slapped Eddie's still bare ass as he hurried to throw on his Christmas pajamas. "Almost woke Maddy up last year. You're lucky I was standing by the door."

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. "Well, maybe if you hadn't turned the-"

"Just go!" Steve laughed, throwing a pillow at him with deadly accuracy.

Eddie threw it back at him with a smirk. "When I get back, I'm giving you your present."

"You already did, Eds."

"No, that was just one of them," Eddie rushed to say before leaving their bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him.

Both bedroom doors were closed across the hall, so he quickly made his way down the stairs to the garage, where all the gifts were hiding since Robin dropped them off earlier that day.

But when Eddie opened the garage door and flipped the light switch, a voice startled him into nearly turning and running.

"I knew it!"

Sammy.

Their oldest son had been acting very suspicious of Santa related discussions for months now, and Steve had warned him that he was getting to an age where a lot of his friends probably didn't believe in Santa anymore.

"Sammy, why aren't you in your bed?" Eddie put his hands on his hips, identical to the way Steve stood when he was about to have a very serious conversation with one of their three kids.

"Because I saw Auntie Rob bring in a big bag earlier and you and Dad were trying to keep us distracted. So I looked out here while you were cleaning up dinner and saw all these presents." Sammy was standing with his hands on his hips, a mirror image to Steve in every way down to the same swoop of hair and freckles across his cheeks. "And all of these say from Santa, but Santa wouldn't have even come here yet because he was in London one hour ago and London is at least four hours from here!"

Eddie bit back a laugh at how Sammy tried to explain his way through the Santa gifts being here.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Eddie asked, dropping his arms and sitting down on the ground, gesturing for Sammy to join him.

"I already know Santa isn't real," Sammy said as he sat, sounding absolutely miserable.

"What do you mean Santa isn't real?" Eddie asked, pretending to be shocked at the revelation.

"Really, pops? You're gonna act like Santa is real?" Sammy got the sass from Steve, too. It was both annoying and adorable. "I'm seeing the evidence that he isn't with my own eyes."

"Look, Sammy, can I call you Sammy?" Eddie smiled when Sammy let out a laugh. "Santa as you know him isn't real, you're right. But there is a Santa. He's just so busy and can't do it all in one night, so he has presents delivered early for some people, like you and your brother and sister. But he can't ruin the magic, so he left them at Auntie Rob's house for safekeeping."

It sounded airtight. Any kid who wanted to believe in Santa would definitely believe that.

"Dad. Seriously." Sammy was giving him The Look. "I'm nine years old. I have straight As. I'm not stupid."

Which was something Eddie knew of course. He was endlessly proud of all of his super smart kids who did a million times better in school than he and Steve ever did.

But he didn't think believing in Santa was a sign of a kid not being smart.

"You're smart enough to learn the truth, which is that Santa gives the parents a lot more control than we let you think. Don't you think it would be harder to get Maddy to do her homework if I said 'Dad will take a present away' instead of 'Santa is watching to make sure you do your homework'?"

Sammy looked out at the garage, the clutter of children's outdoors toys and broken Christmas decorations and bulk snacks for lunchboxes scattered around.

"So he just gives you the toys when he thinks we've been good enough for them?" Sammy asked, still sounding unsure.

"Exactly! And he usually delivers them a couple weeks early so we can make sure they're wrapped and ready for tomorrow."

"So why keep it all a secret?"

Damn Sammy for always being two steps ahead of Eddie.

"It's more fun this way! Olivia was so excited to leave out cookies before bed, remember? If we told her this, she wouldn't even get to be excited about Rudolph eating the carrots, right?"

"So Rudolph is...real?"

"Okay, that one might be a lie," Eddie gave in on that to sell the rest of it. That's what you had to do with Sammy.

"So who eats the carrots?"

"I take bites and spit them in the trash. You know I hate carrots."

"Why don't you make Dad do it?" Sammy leaned against Eddie's side, letting out a long yawn. He was probably sitting out here for the last couple of hours waiting. He had to be exhausted.

"Dad did a lot of that stuff when you were really little. For five whole years before we switched."

"So he sleeps while you bring out all the presents?"

Eddie's face went red as he thought about what Steve was probably doing in their room right now.

"Yep! He did a lot of baking and stuff all day today so I let him rest," Eddie wrapped an arm around Sammy as his weight became heavier against him. "I think you should probably get some rest, too. Santa wouldn't want your Christmas morning ruined because you stayed up all night."

"I guess." Sammy yawned again. "Can I sleep on the couch?"

"You know Dad's rule. Bedrooms only on Christmas."

"Yeah, but that was for the secret. Now I know."

"But Maddy and Olivia don't. We have to keep this a secret from them, okay?" Eddie paused when he heard some footsteps directly above them. His brows furrowed.

"Maybe Santa forgot one?" Sammy asked, perking up.

"Maybe. Better get to your bed so he doesn't see that you're awake," Eddie nudged him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sammy was rushing out of the garage and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Eddie looked above him, but no more bumps could be heard.

After setting all the presents under the tree in a mostly organized fashion, Eddie got back to the bedroom, where Steve was fast asleep.

He got into bed carefully, not wanting to wake him up, but Steve's eyes blinked open slowly as he curled up under the comforter.

"Took you too long," Steve whispered.

"Sammy."

"What?" Steve's eyes opened all the way and tears were instantly filling them. "Does he know?"

"Sh," Eddie pulled Steve against his chest and ran his hands through his soft hair. "I'll tell you tomorrow. Sleep, love."

"Eds-"

They heard a small bump on the roof and then silence.

Steve sat up and looked out the bedroom window, then back at Eddie.

"What was that?"

"Must've been Santa," Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes.

They both stayed up for a bit longer to make sure no other noises happened outside, but fell asleep when there was nothing.

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The next morning, all three kids jumped into their bed, yelling about how many presents Santa brought them and how full their stockings were.

Steve and Eddie made their way downstairs, rubbing their eyes as the kids pushed them down on the couch while they started grabbing gifts.

By the end, the kids were so busy playing with new toys, they didn't notice one more present hiding between the fireplace and the tree. Eddie reached over for it, not recognizing the wrapping paper.

"Did Robbie say she was getting them something else?" he asked, holding the gift out to Steve.

"Nope," Steve took it, checked the tag, then handed it back to Eddie with a shrug. "Says it's for you."

Wayne wouldn't be bringing his gifts for everyone over until that afternoon, so who could this one even be from?

He opened it carefully, worried that it was a prank by Steve and the kids. It wouldn't be the first time they managed to pull off a prank gift.

The confusion only increased when he pulled out a small plastic replica of the London Bridge.

"You don't even like London that much. Who got you that?" Steve asked, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"No idea."

Sammy looked up at them over the new book about planets he got and beamed.

"Santa brought you a present!"

Eddie was suddenly reminded of their conversation last night, how Sammy insisted Santa was just in London and couldn't possibly have made it here.

Eddie had seen a lot of weird things in his life, had ignored a lot of them and passed them up to weird coincidence, but this was different.

He set the replica on the table by the couch and wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders, kissing the top of his head as he leaned further into him.

"Santa?" Steve asked.

"Must've been a good boy this year," Eddie smiled.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure you were," Steve kissed his cheek before turning back to watch their kids playing on the floor.

Maybe Eddie would have to write a letter to Santa next year to thank him for the gift.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie dads #drabble #christmas #fluff

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tree-obsession · 4 months ago

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hopes/theories/predictions for each of the chrysos heirs' + cyrene's personalities

not at all accurate, and i haven't seen any story leaks yet(although i saw the coreflame ones, so beware)! this was written a few days before 3.0 came out and is just for fun! only the chrysos heirs i know the names and faces of... sorry hysilens fans, i have no idea for her :(. cyrene is included because a) i love her and elysia and b) she's gonna be relevant, even if idk if she'll be a chrysos heir

a few coreflame spoiler under the cut, but no other story leaks! a bunch of people have already predicted the coreflames anyway lol

aglaea- im very excited for her story-wise, a couple people have already said she probably has some hidden side to her, and she may even become an antagonist of sorts in the second part! i personally love that she's the oldest(maybe? or just most experienced) heir and the one to unite them all. she's our first playable so she'll def be super important. i really wanna know what her golden apple thingy is all about too... but aside from that she's ETHEREAL. i need to know everything about her she's so gorgeous. she can commit a little murder as a treat i think she would deserve it. idk why i just get that feeling. she's so calm and elegant and stoic like i think she should go just a little apeshit for the hell of it.

tribbie- im really curious- did she split into three or are they born triplets who all carry the coreflame? how does all that work? why does she have two city affiliations in her drip? im not the most interested in her, per se, but she's got a lot of questions too. i hope she's playable as three characters because i wanna see those animations!!

anaxa- honestly i have the most questions + speculations about him. like what happened to his dull eye(s)? why does he have an eyepatch? why's he called "the Foolish"? how are he and hyacine related? why are his eyes the same colors as March's(and from a planet where she'll be very story relevant? i'm very biased at him cause su's my favorite male character in hi3 and anaxagoras was one of my fav greek philosophers. i already said this in a different post but su's variants are all batshit insane so he's gonna be. interesting! also the timeloop theory and him maybe being aware of it?? that got me really interested. but his name is the bit really bothering me- why name his after the guy who a) invented the concept of nous, an aeon we know is involved in amphoreus b) didn't believe gods were responsible for bits of the world like everyone else did(which is gonna come up in amphoreus just you wait) and c) was right about basically everything several hundred years before anyone had the tech to back it up?? like that's still insane to me. also how are we getting his coreflame if cerces is dead like come on what's going on there?? i wanna shake him around in a box im excited for him!

hyacine- lots of theories saying she might also be from the grove of epiphany, and she and anaxa were sitting in the same tree in golden epic trailer! i think her design's super cute, and she'll be important if her titan is actually aquila like people have theorized. she'll probs be a healer? i wonder what the inspiration behind her name is too... she doesn't seem to have flower motifs, even, but if she's from the grove that makes a bit more sense. i'd initially thought she was from aidonia, a city in the mountains(near the sky) plus the place aquila might be from(judging from ancient hymns, but that could be my misinterpretation). im so pulling for her. i also really hope she and anaxa have a big brother-little sister relationship like ppl on twitter have said, bc they looked so happy together in that one frame of nameless faces and im weak for found family.

mydei- uhhh a lot of people have said gap moe?? idk if that's a theory or leaks- personally i think it would be super funny. im a little worried about him, cause the words in his drip marketing were... super ominous, like why does he have to die a thousand deaths? he's a prince, which makes me wonder how nobility works in amphoreus + when castrum kremnos was destroyed, but that's a different conversation. i like the little braids in his design- good nod to greek culture! he's also got a throne in the nameless faces trailer which is kinda interesting and probably foreshadowing

cipher - par! do! fe! lis! i LOVE trickery characters so i'll probs pull her unless i have zero funds. her model looks so different from the initial art but i do still love the vibes so i'm not that put off. she already has her coreflame! but that one scene in nameless faces where she's surrounded by flames... no death flags im begging. elysian realm was bad enough for sure. let them be happy!! i have high hopes for her personality- i hope they don't lean too much into the "catty"(hah) bit and focus on her backstory, whatever that may be!

castorice- afgausdfyg her ANIMATION?! must pull! she's so gorgeous and she has a butterfly motif and she's related to DEATH in a GREEK MYTHOLOGY WORLD and she has a MASSIVE SCYTHE im going absolutely insane. also dull eyes syndrome for the win! she's gonna make me cry. side note her dragon's super cool looking too. i hope she becomes a major companion for tb (it seems so from the remembrance tb keeping up with star rail!). she's. im gonna enjoy her part of the quest so much oh god. im shaking in excitement. also while i dont like the same dress on every single hsr girl hers actually looks pretty good. if they put butterflies and dragons into all her animations i might actually pull eidolons, which so far i've only done for ruan mei. that's the power of a death goddess tho!! im so excited for her.

phainon- kevin... smiling... looking like a puppy... oh god my h e a r t. if he's like a happy lil puppy like he was before the Traumas + dr mei's death in hi3 i'll throw myself through a wall. hoyo please let him be happy this one time let all the flamechasers have a happy end im begging. they deserve it. im begging for all the people who theorize he will have to hold the world on his shoulders to be wrong about just this one thing because my heart WILL give out just a bit.

cyrene- ELYSIA ELYSIA!!! oh god she's so tiny!! she's got the same lil giggle and attitude about happy stories im gonna ghksufgukygfk jhf. but anyway. we know nothing about her yet, but i like the theories that she's somehow on the "outside" of amphoreus looking in + the ones saying mem is her fursona. she's adorable and i really, really hope she's playable. so much. you know her animations would go so hard you know it hoyo loves elysia too much for anything else.

one last thing i just wanted to say that i already said on twt: i think in the golden epic trailer, the first one, the order in which the chrysos heirs were introduced is the order aglaea recruited them in! i have no real evidence, other than that it would kinda make sense and having tribbie second makes sense because... messenger who can recruit heirs! but idk, just a random thought.

aaand that's all! again, these are all speculations + hopes nothing i say here will necessarily be canon :)

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