#being completely honest… i’m trying really hard to still write for the triplets but the voices THEYRE SICK OF IT

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when is enyatumblr gonna be a thing..sick of writing about MEN

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Best Friend's Brother | Raul Mendes

Growing up with your best friend is amazing, having this loving and caring relationship is fantastic, planning your lives together seemed natural, what Y/N didn’t include in her plans was falling in love with Raul Mendes, Peter’s brother.

Hi hi, lovies! I know, I know, I disappeared, but I’m back with a Raul piece! It’s been ages since the last time I posted something and I missed it so much! I had a really hard time writing for the past few weeks and I’m really happy that I was finally able to finish it. So I’m so sorry it took me way too long and thank you so much for being so patient, really 💘 I’ll stop rambling now! I hope you enjoy it!

*Word Count: 8.5k+

*Warnings: a few curse words, drinking, injure (sprained ankle in case this triggering), and I guess that’s it!

*Posted: October 5th, 2020.

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You could say Y/N was in trouble.

Growing up with someone right beside you will always create that invisible string that’ll keep you two together for, what some say, the rest of your life. It forms a bond so strong you can tell what they’re feeling just by a single look in their eyes and you just know exactly what to do. And if life allows you, you’ll keep them around for a long time and have them around you for every occasion, being it good or bad, but always near you to support you. And thankfully, that were the triplets for her. She met them in High School, Shawn was obsessed with music, Peter was the cute nerd that took amazing pictures and Raul was the typical bad boy and Y/N was a sweet and quiet bookworm. They met when she was asked to tutor Raul and he ended up asking her to meet him at his place, and that’s how she ended up with three best friends and a crush.

She was a bit closer to Peter since they had similar interests in general and also had similar plans on Friday nights, and they’re basically glued to the hip and everyone outside from their little bubble were one hundred percent sure they’re together somehow. And the fact that the three of them (Shawn was too busy touring the world) went to the same college didn’t exactly helped with the rumors. But in reality, the triplet that makes her heart skip a bit, her stomach to do flips and her breath to get caught on her throat was Raul. And if she was honest, how could someone honestly resist him? Girls who didn’t even know him normally wanted him, and Y/N knew him like the back of her hand and knew that behind the bad boy exterior there was the softest and biggest heart on the planet, was almost impossible to resist.

And even though she had all this feelings and felt all warm inside when he playfully winked at her, she never acted on them. Peter obviously knew about it, but she never told anyone else. Hell, she didn’t even tell him, he somehow managed to notice it.

Peter tried encouraging her to talk to him about it or do something about the whole thing, mostly because he was tired of seeing her suffering every single time she saw him with another girl, which wasn’t very uncommon. But she never did. Y/N doesn’t like comparing girls, that’s just mean, because everyone is different, and just because you don’t look like someone doesn’t mean you’re not enough or good at all, just makes you unique, but she can’t help thinking she’s not his ‘type’. Not that she noticed he has a specific body type or something, she’s just not the kind of person who would catch his eye.

It’s just he literally models on the side, goes to med school and has amazing grades, while still going on parties, having hook ups and living his best life while getting tattoos and having fun. While Y/N likes to light up a candle and read a good book on her couch, maybe with Peter while they eat some pizza and discuss from the latest thing that happened on campus to the theory of wormholes. They are close, they are friends, but they are polar opposites.

And the worst part? He acts as if she was the reason the sun rose every single day and treats her as if she’s the reason he’s capable of breathing, but in a “you’re my best friend and I love you like you are family” type of thing, not in a “I am hopelessly in love with you”. He was very touchy and big on pet names, specially when Peter went to sleep and it was just the two of them watching stuff on his living room, but never did anything to lead her into thinking he likes her more than a friend. It’s all her fault for looking too much into it and having her heart broken whenever he had a girl over when she was there (which wasn’t that common since he wasn’t big into having a serious relationship, at least not enough to bring someone to their flat) or when she saw him all heart eyes or making out with someone.

Y/N swears she tried burying those feelings down, even going as far as hanging out less with him and avoiding going to his place, taking way too long to reply to his texts and dodging him everywhere she could like the plague. He wasn’t having it, so he randomly showed up at her dorm room at midnight, looking like an abandoned puppy and begging her to forgive him for whatever he had done that upset her so badly. And that’s when she decided that maybe that wasn’t her greatest idea. That maybe all she needed to do was just to forget those stupid feelings and butterflies that felt like ripping out of her body whenever he smiled at her. Well, that didn’t work either. So, to sum it all up, Y/N was in trouble.

In a big, big, gigantic trouble.

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So it was a Friday night when Peter called her to crash at his place so they could watch the last season of How to Get Away with Murder while he worked on a project for his class or something like that, and she agreed almost immediately, it’s not like she planned on doing much better. Y/N gathered what she considered to be important in a few seconds cause he told her he was going to pick her up since he was still on campus and ran to the entrance of her building, already seeing his car parked outside. The ride to his place was quiet and consisted on them basically talking about what theories they had for the end of the season since they met for lunch.

“I don’t think Raul’s home yet, his bike wasn’t on his usual parking space” Peter hummed as he opened the door to his apartment.

“Yeah, I didn’t see it either” was all she could answer. And Y/N didn’t know how to feel about it, it’s been a week since she had the chance to talk to him and she missed it,  but at the same time, she wasn’t going to end up a blushing mess around his natural flirty persona.

“Let me just grab my camera and computer, you can drop your stuff on the guest room if you want”

“Okay, don’t start the show without me” she said before starting to walk away and all she could hear was a ‘don’t take too long then’ Peter muttered under his breath.

She giggled to herself from his silliness as she placed her backpack on the bed and took off her shoes, getting rid of her jacket and pulling her hair in a loose ponytail, only grabbing her phone as she got back to meet Peter on the living room, already on the couch with his stuff around him as he let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s wrong, grumpy?”

“Raul’s an idiot, he took the remote to his room since he stepped on his or something like that and he’s too lazy to get his fixed or return the other one to its place”

“But is it in his room?”

“Probably, could you please grab it for me?”

“Wouldn’t he get mad I got into his room without him being around?”

“Oh please, Y/N, Raul mad at you? He’d probably get mad at me for making you go in there to grab it for us”

“It’s not like that”

“Of course it is, Raul could never even look at you slightly pissed, and even if he did, he’d feel guilty”

“If he gets mad I’ll tell him it was your fault”

“He won’t, honey, he’s not even home yet”

“Fine” she ended up giving up, arguing with Peter was always pointless.

So Y/N turned around and headed for Raul’s room, knocking tentatively and without response, she just got in and tried to find the control without looking at his stuff for too long, she didn’t want to be nosy. Since she was busy with the task of finding it, she didn’t notice the soft sounds coming from the bathroom or the gentle click of the door when someone opened it. Her attention was finally brought the other side of the room, when she hear someone clearing their throat. Her eyes widened as she looked up only to find Raul standing across from her, with his hair damp and naked apart from the fluffy towel hanging low on his hips.

He had a little smirk on his lips and a funny expression, but that didn’t stop from almost giving Y/N a heart attack. She started mumbling a string of apologies as she covered eyes with both hands, walking backward until she hit her head on a shelf and tripped over something, falling right on her butt.

“Ouch!” she said reaching one of her hands on the back of her head to try and relive some of the throbbing, still covering her eyes “I’m so so so incredibly sorry, I didn’t mean to simply walk in here, but we thought you weren’t home, and I knocked, and Peter told me to come in here to grab the remote, and said you wouldn’t mind, and...”

“Hey, no, it’s okay” Raul said hurriedly, walking towards her a crouching down in front of her, lightly wrapping his fingers around her wrists “Y/N, it’s okay, look at me, love”

And with the gentle tug on her hands she decided to let go, opening her eyes to be met with his honey orbs “I’m so so sorry, I really didn’t mean to invade your privacy, if I knew you’d be here I wouldn’t- I would never come in, please don’t be mad at me, please”

“Oh, sweetheart, there’s no reason for you to apologize, really, I’m not even naked, or completely naked at least, and even if I was? wouldn’t have minded, yeah?” Raul said gently cupping her face “and I’m not mad at you, how could I ever be mad at you? You’re the sweetest person I know and you didn’t do anything wrong”

“I’m sorry” Y/N mumbled softly and he just chuckled, leaning in and pressing a kiss at the top of her head.

“It’s okay, are you staying the night?”

She nodded “we’re having a marathon, we’re rewatching How to Get Away with Murder”

“Oh, do you mind if I join?”

“You’re not busy?”

“Not at all, but it’s okay if you want to watch just the two of you”

“No, of course not, you can join us if you want”

“Are you ordering food or do you want me to make us something?”

“We didn’t order anything, and I don’t want to bother you with cooking”

“I’d gladly do it, I can make us something quick so it won’t get in the middle of your shows

“I really don’t want to bother you, Raul”

“It’s not a bother, come on, the remote is over there, I’ll change real quick and make us something to eat, and you two can start the show, I’ll meet you guys in the middle, yeah? Sounds good?”

“Sounds amazing”

“Now go, you pervert, I need to change” he said trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, sure” she mumbled as she scrambled to get back at her feet.

“Or you can just stay and enjoy the show" Raul threw a wink at her direction as she was already by the door.

Y/N only closed his door a bit harsher than she should, feeling her whole body heating up, she just couldn’t decide if it was of embarrassment or... something else. She shook her head to get rid of the dirty thoughts about her best friend’s brother out of her head and got back to Peter at the leaving room. Seeing he was sitting at the armchair, with all of his stuff around him for him to work comfortably, leaving her the loveseat.

“Oh hey, is Raul at home?!”

“Yeah, he was at the shower, so thank you for putting me in that position”

“Was he mad at you?”

“No”

“Told ya, got the remote?”

“Yeah, by the way, he’s going to make us dinner and join us later”

“Oh, thought he was going out tonight” Peter said opening his computer  “do you want to arrange the show?”

“Don’t you think we should wait for him?”

“Nah, don’t think so”

“Wait for who?” Raul asked coming out of the hallway wearing a pair of sweatpants and thin white T-shirt.

“You, to start the show” Peter answered without looking up from the screen.

“Oh no, go ahead, I’ll make us some food and I’ll bring you guys some, okay?”

“Do you need help?”

“No, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’ll be pretty basic”

Y/N hummed in response as she started the first episode and things were as normal as every Friday she spent watching anything with Peter. Only this time, he was a bit less focused on the show and more on his work, but still was able to make comments about the all the scenes. They would both laugh and joke around a lot more than actually watch anything, specially since this wasn’t the first time they watched this. Almost at the end of the first episode, Raul showed up with plates of a very appetizing looking pasta, placing one in front of Peter and one on Y/N’s lap. He went back into the kitchen and coming back with his own, plopping down beside Y/N.

“This is the first, right?”

“Yeah, the end of it”

“Oh, it’s been a while since the last time I watched it, I don’t think I’ve ever finished it”

“Really?”

“I kind of forgot it, I was watching another one at the time, but I remember liking it a lot”

“Well it’s a great thing we decided to follow the episodes and not just jump into our favorites, and by the way, this is amazing”

“Oh, thanks, it’s really simple actually”

“Don’t even start, you always make the most basic stuff like grilled cheese taste like gourmet food”

“He just likes to be praised” Peter said with a chuckle.

“Fuck off, Peter” Raul chuckled and before he could throw a pillow at him, Y/N grabbed his wrist “hey!”

“His camera is there”

“Oh”

“Thanks, Y/N, but this pasta is actually amazing, I have to give you that”

“Was that too hard?” Raul asked and Peter just shrugged with a laugh.

“Maybe we should focus on the show” Y/N said pressing the next episode before they both decided to start something.

Peter got up after they finished dinner to place everyone’s dishes in the sink, going back to his place and work silently. As they watched the episodes, Peter was getting silent as he focused more on his work and Raul was the one commenting on the episodes and talking to Y/N. Which she didn’t mind at all. He was always pretty funny and manage to make her laugh at the silliest jokes.

Maybe that’s the reason so many people were attracted to him. He had a mysterious vibe going on, since he was pretty close with people in general, but could be a sweetheart with the close ones, he had the looks that had everyone’s head turning, he was funny and intelligent. He’s just so good and she hates to admit that even her fell for his charming smile and golden heart. And when he leaned a bit closer to her as the episodes went by, she hated to admit that her body felt a bit warmer and she was itching to lean into him as well. But what made it worse was him laying his head on her lap as he wrapped himself in a throw blanket, giving her a sheepish smile and turning back to the TV. That had her fingers practically moving to its own accord to tangle on his curls, and she couldn’t help but brush them out of his face. And just as she was about to mumble an apology, he let out a content sigh and leaned into her hand.

After a few moments Peter looked up at them and just chuckled softly, and as Y/N looked up at him he just shook his head and pointed towards Raul “He fell asleep with you playing with his hair, just like a puppy”

“Do you think he’ll mind when he wakes up?” she said barely above a whisper.

“Not at all, he loves you, he can never be upset with you”

“That’s not true”

“It is, ask Shawn or Aaliyah, they’ll agree, he’s got a soft spot only for you”

“Shut it, Peter, we’ve known each other for years, he’s just nice because I’m your best friend”

“That’s not true, but I’ll drop it, I think I might go to bed now”

“Okay, I think I’m going to finish this episode”

“You know you can wake him up, right?”

“I know, I just don’t know if I feel like doing it”

“I can do it for you” Peter offered as he gathered his stuff.

“No, it’s okay, I’m going to finish this episode first”

“Do you want me to roll out the sofa and make it more comfortable for you? You don’t have to move”

“Yes please”

“Okay” he answered as he leaned down to extend the couch into a kind of makeshift bed as carefully as he could to not disturb his brother “call me if you need anything”

“Okay, thanks, Peter” she said smiling at him as he shook his head and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight, dummy”

“Night, Peter”

He grabbed his stuff and threw one last look at her direction, but she was far too distracted with Raul’s curls to have noticed, and he caught a glimpse of his brother slowly opening his eyes, only to close them again and nuzzle closer to Y/N. Peter hold back a laugh as he went back to his room, he would never figure out how the most brilliant people he knew could be so oblivious.

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Y/N didn’t intend to fall asleep, but the warmth radiating from his body, the soft light coming from the TV and the soft cushions lulled her to sleep without her even noticing. She only noticed she fell asleep when she woke up to rushed whispers in the living room and the soft click of the front door closing.

She was a bit confused, but the strong Raul’s strong scent and the comfortable position she was currently at made it hard for her to come back into consciousness. But as soon as she opened her eyes, Y/N noticed she had her face nuzzled into Raul’s neck, with her body partially on top of him and cuddled close with his arm around her waist. Her immediate  thought was to pretend to be asleep so she could come up with a better plan of getting rid of the embarrassment. But before she could do anything, she heard Raul’s warm chuckle.

“Morning, sweetheart” he said combing his fingers through her hair gently, almost making her melt back into his chest.

“Hi” she said sitting up and knuckling at his eyes softly “I didn’t even notice when I fell asleep”

“Me neither, I was completely drained”

“I’m sorry for -you know, being on top of you”

“Oh, it’s okay, I woke up in the middle of the night and I didn’t feel like waking you up, cause you seemed so peaceful, so I just rearranged us, and I guess we ended up cuddled”

“Yeah” Y/N said brushing her hair out of her face.

“You know I don’t mind, right?”

“Mind what?”

Raul gave her a knowing look and she could feel her face beating up “It happens, sweetheart, and there’s no reason to be ashamed, I slept like a baby with you”

“Oh, I slept well too, is Peter gone already?”

“Yeah, he said something about having to buy something for his camera or something like it”

“He saw us?”

“You make it seem like we were doing something so scandalous, he found it cute actually” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh, okay”

Raul gently grabbed her hand and placed a kiss at the back of it “Relax, darling, hungry?”

“A bit, yeah”

“Want to go and grab breakfast? I can drop you home after if you want”

“That’d be amazing, but only if you’re available”

“Of course I am, I always have time for you, now let’s go, I’m starving”

“Already?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for a while now”

“Why?!”

“Didn’t want to disturb you, you needed to rest, sweetheart”

“You’re too sweet”

“Only for you” he said throwing a little wink on her direction.

He had no idea how much that affected her.

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Aaliyah’s birthday was always an amazing event. The triplets always committed to provide her the best birthday they could every single year and they never let her down. It has always been like this since the triplets parties were always nice for the three boys, they felt like they needed to give her the best time possible. She was their little baby after all.

This year was no different.

Her seventeenth birthday party was beautiful and she was literally gleaming, surrounded by her closest friends and family. Raul had a tough week and was feeling a bit off for a few days, there were many reasons to it but he could never ruin his sister’s birthday, so he put on his best smile and went smoothly along with his siblings. He tried his best having fun and forgetting about everything else, but he about half an hour into the party he sat down by the bar and decided just to sit there and drink until he felt lightheaded. Raul just sat there and watched everyone, sometimes having a small talk with anyone who sat down beside him, but mostly, his gaze was constantly searching for Y/N. He didn’t mean to act like a thirteen year old boy with a school crush, he didn’t even mean to keep on searching for her, but she looked so damn adorable he couldn’t help it. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress, in a peachy color that accentuated her gorgeous curves and of a silky kind of material, urging him to run his hands through it. But he knew better, he knew her since they’re kids and he knew he wasn’t what she needed or wanted, or at least, that’s what seemed. So he just stood there, watching from a safe distance and from time to time, but as soon as he started feeling tipsier than he desired, he decided to move away from the bar and take a breath of fresh air.

As soon as he got in the balcony, he let out a sigh of relief as he noticed no one was around, so he would have a least a little bit of peace. He placed both of his hands on the stone railing, feeling his footing not the most balanced one, maybe he had too many drinks for the night and maybe he should go back and grab a bottle of water and something to eat. But before he could actually really think about it, Raul heard a pair of heels clicking behind him, and since no one called him or made a noise to call his attention he just ignored. He felt the person coming closer and he saw on his peripheral the same coloured dress he’d been staring all night. As he turned his face slightly on the person’s direction, he saw Y/N standing beside him, mimicking his position and looking down at the city. Neither of them felt like breaking the silence, so they just enjoyed each other’s company in a comfortable silence. At least until he saw her body shivering from the colder temperature it was outside, which led him to taking out his leather jacket for her and handing it to her.

“It’s okay, I don’t want you to be cold” Y/N mumbled as if not to disturb the peaceful environment.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, but you’re visibly cold”

“Thank you” she said giving him a soft smile that made his whole body warm up as she put on his jacket, wrapping her arms around her own body “but let me know if you need it back”

Raul chuckled “Fine”

“So… Are you going to pretend everything’s okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Raul, I’ve known you all my life, you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, you just don’t have to act as if you’re fine around me”

“It’s silly and nothing to worry about, really, you should go and enjoy the party”

“I’m okay here, actually, ’m a bit tired”

“Oh” he said with a nod and looked forward at nothing in particular.

“And I also didn’t want to leave you all alone, and I want you to know that I’m here in case you want to talk”

“Thank you” he said turning to face her and she looked up at him ‘’you’re beautiful, but tonight you look just perfect”

“Oh, thanks” Y/N brushed the hair out of her face “you look gorgeous, as always”

“Yeah, I do, right?” he joked as she giggled, making a smirk appear on his lips.

“Yeah, right” she said looking down at the city.

Raul spoke up after a few moments of silence, regretting almost immediately “I saw you with Mike yesterday”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, you’re leaving the movies at the mall, Peter asked me to buy his new lens and I saw the both of you, was it nice?”

“What?”

“The date”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t like that, he’s actually into Jeff and we go to the same classes since I got in college, he needed to vent and to get distracted, so we went to see a movie”

“Sorry, I had no idea”

“No need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong”

And back to the silence. Raul was embarrassed for bringing it up and relieved in a very selfish way she wasn’t going out with him. And he was also afraid he was going to blurt another inappropriate question or comment, the alcohol normally tended to make him lose his filter.

“Was it a shitty week?”

“Huh?” Raul hummed looking back at her.

“Was it a shitty week? That left you like this”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that”

“Is it about the girl you were seeing?”

“Anna? No, we’re not going out anymore, I haven’t even seen her in a while” He answered taking a deep breath “It’s just, sometimes I wish I had someone that understood me, that was there for me, that cared about me besides my family, I don’t know, and I had so much work to do this week was insane, I’m sorry for rambling, I’m just- I don’t even know, I’m sorry”

“Hey, it’s okay, you can ramble as much as you want, sometimes it gets hard, and you should know by now that I’m here for you and that I care for you, yeah?” Y/N said reaching for his hand and squeezing it lightly and he nodded, pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you” he mumbled against her hair as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Now come on, let’s sober you up a bit for the cake, okay?” she said placing her chin on his sternum to look up at him and he nodded chuckling lightly.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart”

“Don’t give me this amount of power, Raul, I might regret it”

“Would never regret it, ’sides, I’m already yours for you to do whatever you want” he said and her heart did a flip, but she only giggled.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea of the mistake you just made” she said grabbing his hand as he slotted their fingers together, letting her drag him back inside.

And to be honest? The party was much better after she showed up to talk to him, specially since she was practically glued to his side making sure he was having a good time.

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To say Y/N and Raul got closer was an understatement. Since his sister’s birthday, they were hanging out pretty much every single day they could, Peter was involved almost all of the time, but something that didn’t happen before was only Y/N and Raul going out alone just for the sake of hanging out. And even though it was completely new, it felt completely natural as if they’re the closest for years. So, for the past month she felt really connected to him and she also felt her crush multiplying like crazy, which could end up pretty bad, but she couldn’t stop herself from being closer and wanting to be around him. And when Shawn called Raul on FaceTime one night and who picked up was Y/N he was delighted. He was coming home on the next weekend and he suggested they went camping, like they did when they’re younger, renting cabins, bonfire, guitar and marshmallows type of thing.

And of course the triples were instantly excited and planning everything and Y/N was included on the camping trip from the moment she picked up the phone, her wanting or not. Not that she was opposed.

So they rented the cabins, one for Peter and Y/N, one for Shawn, Brian and Raul, and one for Mark, one of the guys’ friend and his girlfriend. Raul took her to the market the night before of the trip to buy supplies and food (mostly snacks, but Raul insisted on buying at least some stuff to make a real meal).ul insisted on buying at least a few things to make a real meal for them “we can’t survive two days with cookies and marshmallows, baby”). He even went to her place to help her pack and offered her to stay the night and his flat with Peter so she could sleep a bit more before they hit the road the next day. She couldn’t deny, specially when Peter was complaining Raul was stealing her from him and that he missed her, and since Raul was pouting and begging while using the silliest pet names he could come up with, and he was pretty creative.

When the time to wake up and get ready to leave, she was awaken by rowdy boys on the hallway, clearly too excited to go camping, just like children as they practically bounced on their feet. The ride was pretty nice, she even took a nap on Shawn’s shoulder as Raul and Peter listened to something on the radio softly and chattered about random stuff. Arriving there brought back that nostalgic feeling of when they’re young and came here twice a month on summer days. They quickly dropped their bags on their respective cabins and went out the explore, going to the lake until it was lunchtime and everyone was starving.

After resting a bit, they decided to go on a hike up the hill to watch the sunset from the top of it. Which was clearly filled with jokes, laughs and a bunch of random pranks they pulled off. If anyone was to tell their age, they’d never say anything over 15 years old. Sarah, the only girl on the group apart from Y/N was pretty nice and was walking side by side with her, laughing at the boys and just talking about everything when Raul came back, face flushed from laughing too hard and grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“I was informed your boyfriend misses you and I’m here to keep miss Y/N company”

“Very well then” she said giggling and throwing Y/N a knowing look and a little wink, walking a bit faster to reach John.

“What?” Y/N asked as she heard Raul laughing “what did you do?”

“Hey! I didn’t do anything”

“Oh really?”

“I did not! Brian did though”

“Oh God, what is it then?”

“He might’ve pushed John into the mud” Raul said sheepishly and Y/N laughed.

“And why do you seem so guilty?”

“Cause I was the one who saw it”

“Of course you did” she said slightly bumping her shoulder into him.

“I wasn’t the one who pushed him though”

“That’s true, but doesn’t make you completely innocent”

“It’s not my fault I pay attention to stuff”

“No, but it is your fault telling Brian you saw it”

“You got me there” he said bumping her shoulder back as he chuckled and she laughed shaking her head.

“Hey, lovebirds, come on, it’s almost staring!” Shawn shouted a few feet away already at the top.

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up and Raul just laughed, walking to where everyone was already waiting for the sunset.

They sat down to watch the process, and since they’re both the last ones to reach the top, they sat down in the end of the semicircle they formed. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and he did the same, laying his head on top of hers as they chattered watching the sun to set on the horizon. Y/N’s heart felt a bit warmer being so close to Raul and having such a beautiful view. He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his lap, carefully playing with her fingers and tracing random patterns at the back of her hand.

“Maybe we should go back before if gets too dark” Peter suggested as everyone got up and grabbed their stuff.

On the way back the guys were trying to make it as an obstacle course, always making fun of every situation as Y/N and Sarah laughed leading the way. At least until Brian called out Y/N when she started roaring with laughter as he fell face first on the mud.

“That’s what I call Karma”

“It’s easy to laugh and not do anything princess, bet I can get to the cabin before you do”

“Well, I was on the tracking team”

“Well, I’m better than you”

“First one to get there is free from all the chores?”

“Deal” Brian said “on three, who’s counting?”

“I am!” John chirped in.

“This is not the greatest ide-” Peter was cut off by John”

“3... 2... 1 and GO!”

That was all it took for both of them to start running down the hill as they laughed, the others hurrying their steps to follow them. The cabins weren’t that far and as soon as Y/N got there, she tripped in one of the firewoods the guys placed there sooner, falling down and feeling the pain crawling up her leg in a burning sensation.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Brian was the first to arrive, kneeling down beside her “are you okay?! Are you hurt?! What the hell?! Who let this shit in here?!”

“It’s okay, I-“ her words got caught in her throat as she tried to move her feet to get up, feeling her eyes welling up with tears from the burning sensation.

“Y/N!” Raul shouted rushing towards her, flopping down beside her “what happened?”

“She tripped on the damn firewood someone left here early”

“It’s not their fault” she let out with her voice a bit strained.

“It doesn’t matter right now, what’s hurting, baby?”

“My foot”

“Which one?”

“Left”

“Can I see it?” he asked and she just nodded, knowing that if she spoke another word her voice would break and she would start crying for real.

“Holy shit, what’s going on?” Shawn was the first to ask.

“She tripped and now she’s hurt”

“Do you need me to get you something?!” Peter was the first to offer.

“Yeah, I brought an aid kit in case something happened, it’s in the car, also, grab me a bottle of water” Raul said almost robotically as he carefully worked on taking her shoe off “it’s swelling, it looks like a sprained ankle, but it doesn’t seem like you feared any ligaments for now”

“Should we go back?” Shawn asked.

“No! Please don’t!” Y/N barely chocked out as Raul looked up at her and she focused on looking at him because it was calming her a bit “I don’t want you guys to miss all the fun due to my clumsiness”

“Honey, we don’t mind, we ca-”

“Please, Shawn, I- no, okay? I want to stay, and it’s dangerous to drive at night” Y/N cut him off, still looking directly at Raul.

“Here!” Peter said coming back with a bag.

“Thanks, I don’t think it’s too bad” Raul finally said “I’ll keep on checking it through the night, if the swelling gets too bad or if there are any signs that she might have tore or stretched a ligament I’ll take her back, is that okay?” he asked and she just nodded, looking down at her lap.

“You should stay with her tonight, I can spend the night with Shawn and Brian if she doesn’t mind” Peter offered.

“I’d appreciate it, do you mind, Y/N?” Raul asked and she nodded “okay, I’ll take her to her cabin so we can have a better look at it and shower, can you guys take care of the bonfire?”

“Sure, do whatever you need to” John said.

“Okay, can I pick you up, sweetheart?” and again she just nodded, so he picked her from the ground bridal style and carried her back to (now) their cabin.

“I’m okay, you don’t have to do this”

“Of course I do, and it’s okay, we need to put some ice on it, where do you want to sit?”

“Not on the bed, I’m probably too dirty to sit there”

“Okay” he replied placing her down on an armchair, with her feet up “wait just a sec” he said before going through the mini fridge to retrieve an icepack “here”

“Thank you”

“It’s okay, sweetheart” Raul said kneeling down beside her on the floor “is it hurting?”

“A bit, it was worse before”

“Okay, good, you can’t put much weight on it, yeah? Or it’ll only get worse” Raul softly grabbed her hand, lightly thumbing at her knuckles “if you need anything, just let me know and I’ll do it for you, yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this, I don’t want to bother you”

“You won’t, don’t worry about it”

“Raul, you’re literally going to have to babysit me, I’m ruining your weekend”

“You’re not ruining my weekend”

“Of course I am, this is what you do every single day, you’re supposed to be free to relax and not take care of people all the time”

“This is different, this is you we’re talking about and I really don’t mind spoiling you and caring you around the whole campsite if it need be, besides, I like doing what I do, so it’s no bother at all, you’re not ruining everything, now try to relax a bit, you don’t need sore muscles to appear too”

“Okay” Y/N squeezed his hand lightly.

“Good, I’m going to grab my stuff and hand Peter his, is it okay?”

“Yeah, sure”

“Be right back” he said placing a kiss to her forehead and leaving.

Y/N reached into her bag to grab a book to pass the time, Raul quickly came in and said we was going to shower so she would be free to do the same when the ice was done. She got so deep into reading it, that she barely noticed when he got out of the shower, only realized he was in the room when she her gentle humming to a song. Looking up from behind her book, only to find Raul with only a towel wrapped around his hips, looking through his duffle bag for something to wear. Y/N really tried to look away quickly, but maybe her brain was too clouded by him to actually make a quick move, and since he was literally standing in front of a mirror he caught her glimpsing at him, causing his famous smirk to appear on his lips as he got back into the bathroom to get dressed.

“Don’t” Y/N warned before he could even say a word when he came out with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“What?”

“Just don’t, I know you”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be shy, you can look, I don’t mind, I actually like it”

Y/N scoffed and threw the pillow that was behind her at him as he laughed “Fuck off, Raul”

“Okay, stinky lady, let’s get you to the bathroom, I got a little plastic chair for you to sit instead of being on your feet”

“Hey! I’m not stinky”

“Oh really? How can you be so sure?”

“Shut up, Raul, I hate you”

“Fine, then you won’t be taken to the bathroom”

“Okay, then I’ll walk!” Y/N said standing up and before she could put her feet to the floor, Raul was swiping her off her feet (quite literally) and she let out a squeak as he chuckled “put me down!”

‘’Nope, you can’t simply walk without a cast or something, so I’ll be your knight and shining armour”

“My saviour” she mumbled rolling her eyes and he laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek and placing her seated on the little plastic chair for her shower.

“Okay, smelly girl, do you need help with anything?”

“I think I’m good, can you just grab me something to wear?”

“Sure, ma’am”

And with that he left, only to come back with a similar look to his and left her to shower. It wasn’t the easiest event of her life, but she managed it just fine, trying to get out to the door by jumping in only on foot, and as soon she opened the door to the bedroom, Raul was already there by her side with furrowed brows, hands on her waist to steady her and helping her to the bed as he informed her they had a bonfire ready and food as well outside. And they decided to grab some shoes and meet the rest of the group outside, Raul tried wrapping her foot the best he could to imobilize it with what he had there, and he did a pretty great job. So they sat down on the little wood kind of benches already on the ground with everyone, and they started talking about the most random stuff and Brian was trying to convince everyone to tell creepy stories like the movies, which quickly turned into a huge joke cause they couldn’t be serious for a long time. The environment was pretty light and filled with laughs as they ate the burgers Peter was making, Shawn even grabbed the guitar and played some songs, that were quickly ruined by everyone else shouting atop of his voice and messing up the lyrics. As they started to roas the marshmallows and calm down a bit, acting like civilized humans again, Y/N started to feel a bit sleepy.

She was wrapped up in a cozy blanket with Raul, making her just absolutely toasty and comfy, a bit drowsy from the painkillers she took and all the food, feeling just delighted to be surrounded by this people. She loved to be around the triplets, and Brian and John have been around long enough that she was completely used to them and liked them very much. They always made sure she was okay and having fun, the whole Mendes Family if she’s honest, she always felt very welcomed and glad to have them around, specially since she grew up with them. Maybe it was all of that great feeling, associated with the medicine and the that comforting feeling, she felt herself leaning into Raul a bit as Y/N struggled to stay awake, and instead of pushing her softly or saying something about her falling asleep too soon, he wrapped his arm around her welcoming her in his arms as she laid her head on his chest. She heard his warm chuckle as he placed a kiss on the top of her hair.

“Do you want to go to bed?” he asked softly rubbing intricate shapes on her back in a gentle way and she shook her head “let me know whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

She just nodded, nuzzling closer to him and without even noticing, she fell asleep.

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She woke up what felt only moments later feeling her body moving and when she opened her eyes, she noticed that Raul was placing her on the bed for the night.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” Raul whispered, pulling the covers up her body.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to fall asleep”

“It was a long day, sweetheart, it’s only natural” he said going to grab them each a bottle of water and flopping down beside her and she giggled.

“Thank you”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me and being the sweetest person”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, you deserve it”

“But I do” Y/N said knuckling at her eye and reaching out for his hand, slotting their fingers together and squeeze it gently “thank you”

Raul smiled and leaned in to place a kiss at her forehead “you’re so beautiful, you know that, right?”

“Stop being silly” she laughed as he feigned an insulted expression.

“I’m not, you’re just the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and I’ve always thought this”

“Oh really? Aren’t you just trying to butter me up?”

“Me? I would never do that!” Raul scoffed and she just chuckled giving him a knowing look “okay, okay, you caught me, I’m just trying to steal your heart”

Y/N gasped “why would you do that to me?”

“Because I want it”

“For what? I’m not an athlete anymore, it’s a poor heart, and I love junk food, you won’t be able to sell it”

“You’re ridiculous, you know?”

“Look, you have to decide if I’m pretty, smelly or ridiculous, can’t be all of them” she said and he laughed.

“You’re impossible”

“Oh great, thanks, can you elaborate?”

“Don’t feel like doing it, no” he said and she rolled her eyes, turning away from him on the bed.

“Fine, then goodnight” Y/N turned off the lamp from her side of the bed and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back flush against his chest “Hey! I-“

“Do you really want to know?” he said taking a deep sigh and burying his face on her neck.

“Well, if there’s an explanation to it, then yeah, but I was just being dramatic and-“

Raul cut her off trying to gather all the courage possible “There is and I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, I was just trying to find the best timing and not ruin our friendship”

“You won’t end our friendship, yeah? You can just tell me” she said trying to turn in his arms but he had a vice grip on her, so she just gave up, interlacing their fingers together.

“We’ve known each other for years now, and even though you are closer to Peter most of the time, I couldn’t help it but want you closer. You’re always the cutest and sweetest little thing, always caring about the people around you and taking care of others, and being this funny smart person that always make the environment better around you, so I felt drawn to you. And for years I pushed it aside cause you’re always shy around me and I thought you just weren’t interested so I never made a move or something, but recently that was proven to be impossible, since that night you spent over and we slept on the couch I’ve been wanting to ask you about it or just do something about it“ Raul slowly loosened the grip on her and she decided to turn around to face him “You’re not impossible, maybe sometimes when you really want something, but what was really impossible was not falling for you, and you don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know”

And Y/N couldn’t even speak and she wanted to. She was just speechless. The guy she had a crush on for years just told her he liked her, what the hell was she supposed to say?! She truly wanted to shout that she liked him too, that she wanted him too and that she felt like this for years, but the only thing she could do instead of gaping him like a fish was lean forward and press their lips together, and that’s what she did.

Raul was completely shocked at first and didn’t react at all, which made Y/N instantly regret her decision starting to pull back, but before she could completely pull away, Raul cradled her face in his hand and smeared their lips together in a sweet yet passionate kiss, pulling her closer as she wrapped her fingers in his hair, tangling on his curls. Y/N couldn’t believe this was actually real, the only thing that made her understand this wasn’t a dream, was the warmth and butterflies spreading through her body as he swept his tongue on her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth genlty. Her head was spinning when they finally parted for air without actually leaning away. Raul rested his forehead on hers as they both panted softly, a bright smile spreading on his lips and Y/N just chuckled, making him do the same.

“I’ve had a crush on you for years now, you idiot” she said and he laughed.

“So sweet” he retorted and she laughed.

“But it’s true! I thought I was so obvious!”

“If I knew I wanted me too I would’ve done it sooner” he said before leaning in and pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Well maybe I should’ve said it sooner”

“Well, we can change that now, but I can take you on a date as soon as we get back and your feet is a bit better”

“Or we can just ignore my feet and go!”

“Not a chance, we can hang out at my place or yours and then go out”

“Sounds pretty nice”

“Then it’s settled”

“Oh, we have to deal with Peter”

“Hm, we can deal with him tomorrow, yeah? Really don’t want to think about my brother right now” he said pulling her to his chest and she giggled.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t completely fucked as she thought a month ago.

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64. “It’s okay to cry”

I was wondering if you could write an incredibly sad *Ducktales (2017)* oneshot where Scrooge subtly avoids his family out of immense guilt post-Shadow War and the triplets are the only ones to notice this, using Prompt #64 ("It's okay to cry")?

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Life seemed to be back to normal. The war against Magica and her shadows was finally over. They all came back to the mansion with their uncle Scrooge, and everything seemed to be perfect again. But… not everything was as normal as it seemed. Not at all, and Louie was the first one to notice it.

Louie realized on one of their dinners all together. Uncle Scrooge was inexplicably silent. Even more, he was avoiding to look anyone. Louie asked him if there was anything wrong, but Scrooge just looked at him for an instant and then raised claiming there were some business he had to attend and quickly left the room. No one else seemed to notice uncle Scrooge seemed to be escaping… from them.

The next one to notice it was Dewey. The middle triplet was in the entrance, waiting for Launchpad to come get him and go to a Darkwing Duck fans meeting. While waiting, he could see uncle Scrooge leaving the dining room. The old duck was walking with a sad expression on his face, and when he saw him, he opened his eyes wide and quickly moved to the stairs, disappearing before Dewey could even say something. Was he avoiding him?

Then it was Huey who noticed it. He was walking through one of the corridors, passing just front of uncle Scrooge’s office when the door suddenly open. Huey could see his great-uncle was surprised to see him there. Huey was also surprised, but soon recovered and asked to his uncle where was he going and if he could accompany him. Scrooge looked at him for a moment and turned back closing the door of his office.

That night, the triplets were in their room and obviously, the strange attitude of uncle Scrooge soon appeared on their talk.

“Have any of you noticed how strange uncle Scrooge is acting?” Louie was the first to ask

“Yup,”

“Sure.”

Answered the other two triplets while nodding. Then Huey crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his brothers with some concern in his face.

“I don’t know, but he has changed since the Shadow war.”

“Yeah! He’s ignoring us!” Dewey screamed “He avoids everyone!”

“True! And he seems to be constantly sad.” Added Louie.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a while. Suddenly Louie sighed.

“Do you think anyone else in the mansion has noticed this?” he asked

“Nerp,” quickly answered Dewey “I’ve talk with Webby and she knew nothing, and we all know how much she admires uncle Scrooge.”

“Same with uncle Donald.” Added Huey. “And even Beakley says she haven’t seen or noticed anything wrong with uncle Scrooge.”

“So… it seems just the three of us have noticed something is going on?” asked Louie.

“Apparently… yes.” Answered Huey with a look of concern.

Another awkward silence was established among the triplets.

“Guys? Do you think uncle Scrooge hates us?” Huey suddenly asked.

His brothers immediately looked at him with alarmed expressions.

“What?!”

“No! Why do you think that?”

Huey looked away, remaining silent for a while. He sighed.

“Think about it.” He began “We left after find out the truth, we betrayed him, and even if he seems to have forgiven us, how can we sure he has completely forgiven us?”

The other two triplets remained silent thinking on what their brother had just said.

“That… makes sense…” Louie admitted putting covering his head with the hood of his sweatshirt. He was trying to hide how he was feeling right now to his brothers.

Dewey on the other side could feel his anger grow. He couldn’t accept that! It was impossible!

“The only way to know that is by asking him.” He finally said with a determined look.

Huey and Louie looked each other and both nodded.

“You’re right.”

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Huey, Dewey and Louie would be lying if they said they weren’t nervous. They were nervous, more nervous than they’d feel in all their life. They wanted answers, but they also feared what those answers would be. To fear their great-uncle could hate them was stopping them to call to Scrooge office’s door. The three of them could feel an increasing tightness in their chests. Why was so hard to do this?

Finally, Dewey took a step forward and knock the door.

“Uncle Scrooge?” he asked opening the door a little to look inside “Uncle Scrooge, can we talk with you?”

Scrooge was looking at his desk, he didn’t even look at them while triplets entered to the office.

“Leave me lads, I’m busy.”

Uncle Scrooge's voice didn’t sound upset, or annoyed, rather sad and heartbroken. Not hearing any hint of annoyance, encouraged the triplets to keep going in their attempt to talk with their great-uncle.

“But uncle Scrooge we just-”

“Lads, please, I’ve a lot of things to do.” Repeated the old duck closing his eyes.

Dewey, on his side, narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

“Yes, and one of them is to talk with us.”

Uncle Scrooge opened his eyes but he still didn’t look at them.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“If there’s nothing to talk about, why are you avoiding us?” asked Huey worriedly.

Scrooge looked at them with a mixture of surprise and shame, he looked like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

“What?”

“You think we haven’t noticed it?” Louie’s voice sounded maybe a little harder than he liked, but he couldn’t help it. He was worried and maybe a little mad with his great-uncle attitude, “You’re avoiding us. Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Have… have we did something wrong?” asked Huey with concern.

“Do you hate us?” asked Dewey harshly.

“What? Of course not lads!” now uncle Scrooge sounded alarmed and hurried to stand up and approach to his grad-nephews “Ye haven’t done anything wrong, and of course I don’t hate ye!”

“Then, why do you avoid us uncle Scrooge?” asked Huey again still sounding worried.

Once again, Scrooge looked away, unable to look at them.

“I… it’s… it has nothing to do with ye…” he muttered.

The triplets looked each other. Now they knew whatever was going on with Scrooge, it has nothing to do with them, or at least not because they’ve done something wrong. But they still needed to know what was making their great-uncle act in that way.

“Uncle Scrooge, tell us, please.”

“We want to help you.”

“But we can’t if you don’t help us to understand what’s going on.”

The richest duck in the world continued silent, looking away. Huey, Dewey and Louie shared another look. They really wanted to help their uncle, but they couldn’t force him to talk if he didn’t want to. The three of them nodded.

“Okay, if you don’t want to tell us, we won’t force you to tell us uncle Scrooge.” Started Huey

“But… we want you to know we’ll listen.” Continued Louie

“And we won’t leave this time, we’ll listen you and try our best to understand without judging and condemning you.” Finished Dewey.

The three brothers turned to leave the room. They had reached the door when their great-uncle’s voice stopped them.  

“Lads wait.”

The three of them turned to look at uncle Scrooge. The old duck was looking at the ground, but the triplets noticed immediately he was shaking. The boys looked each other. What were they supposed to do?

“All what happened… with Magica… with the shadow war… it was all my fault.” Confessed uncle Scrooge. He looked at them and the boys noticed immediately his eyes were shining despite uncle Scrooge seemed to try really hard to not cry “Just as Beakley said, I pushed you away again. I did the same I did with Donald, I excluded everyone from my life, and lied to myself trying to convince me I didn’t need anyone. And because I was so obsessed trying to believe my own lies, Magica got free and almost killed all of ye. Because of me and my selfish attitude I almost lost all what I love permanently.”

So the reason of Scrooge’s attitude was his guilt… knowing the origin, the boys now could try to help their great-uncle.

“Uncle Scrooge, that’s not true, this isn’t your fault.”

Scrooge shock his head.

“Yes, it is lad. Because of me Magica almost won…”

Dewey took a step forward putting a hand over his chest.

“If there’s someone to blame, it’s us, uncle Scrooge.” he said with the most honest voice he could use “We blamed you for what happened with our mom and we left, you didn’t push us away, we decided to abandon you.”

Uncle Scrooge looked at them and tears were forming in his eyes, but it totally seemed Scrooge was doing a great effort to not cry.

“Uncle Scrooge… it’s okay to cry.” Said Louie, and he was being completely honest this time.

Scrooge’s effort to content his tears yielded and tears start coming down his face without being unable to control or stop it.

The richest duck in the world knelt in front of the triplets and hugged them.

“I’m so sorry lads.”

The triplets returned him the hug as they felt their own tears falling through their faces too.

“We’re sorry too uncle Scrooge.”

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a/n: i apologize for Luci’s hc being kinda written in general! as i’ve said, i tried to write it not too long, but after amaimon i went overboard, especially with Yukio xD also, regarding Shiro’s hc: the timeline is set when the twins are 3-4 years old, so he’s quite young there. under “read more” due to the length!

✰ Characters: Lucifer, Amaimon, Shiro, Rin, Yukio (written in that order).

✰ Words: 1,3k

Lucifer:

suspicious. VERY suspicious. resists the urge to squint at his "son", so he just keeps staring at him without saying a word and blinks occasionally. even if he looks similar to him or you, he still doesn’t trust it; he might be as well a clone that’s pretending to be his child.

actually thinks it’s a prank pulled by Mephisto, since his child mentioned time traveling.

he believes it’s his actual child once he mentions something that only Lucifer and you know - for example, the initial names you planned to give to your child.

very interested in his son’s own interests - he’d ask a lot of questions and smile proudly if he announced he helps his father reach his goal; when his child doesn’t follow his steps, he just nods and asks how his studies are going (because, quite frankly, I don't think he’d force his child to join Illuminati and do stuff related to it)

as the conversation goes, he starts to notice the features he’s inherited from his mother - both in his personality and looks. it makes him feel excited to be a parent, knowing his strong genes allowed his beloved to also create a beautiful child together.

Amaimon:

confused, a lot, but he won’t question it. he just does his thing, and to be honest, doesn’t care much.

that being said, he starts to care when he realizes his so-called “child” is following him everywhere and trying to eat chips from his bag. for some reason, he lets his son take a handful of chips, staring at him and squinting menacingly.

when his son is done eating, they both just look at each other with the same blank expression.

it clicks in his head once his kid mentions your favorite brand of sweets like it’s nothing; Amaimon looks shocked for a minute, then his usual, bored expression returns.

unlike Luci, he doesn’t ask much questions, but enjoys hanging out with him as long as possible. Amai notices his son’s personality is like his, but his appearance is exactly like yours.

he’s honestly more open to the idea of having a child; In a way that he doesn’t actually mind them existing, but when they grow up, he’ll have another person to do his shenanigans with. once he gets past the diaper stage, he’s fine.

Shiro:

literally he just

when he looks back at his son, he sees him lighting a cigarette.

“well, shit.”

Shiro looks at the exact same copy of him. both in personality, and appearance as well. and it terrifies him. yet, the only reaction he lets out is a loud laugh. (thank god that “copy” has been made naturally..)

again, like Luci, thinks that Mephisto is making fun of him.

his son, on the other hand, isn’t laughing. he looks quite unsure and almost sad; that’s when he says, “it’s good to see you, old man. it’s been a while.” he doesn’t end the sentence though, wanting to say he’s glad to see his father after a few years of seeing his name only on a gravestone.

Shiro, despite being quite some time away from death, understands what his son meant to say nonetheless; he then decides to spend some time with him, asking how things are going in the future. His son isn’t very willing to talk, but he tells him in a calm voice, “there have been some bumps here and there. but I’m fine now. they’re fine, too. so you don't have to worry about that two devils, either.” and smiles genuinely; it makes Shiro’s heart melt completely because he recognizes that smile - the smile he gets to see on your beautiful face every day.

when his son was gone, he still yelled at Mephisto. Poor demon, it wasn’t his fault this time, actually.

Rin:

opens the door and screams. the person on the other side also screams. Rin’s so shocked and confused he might pass out; he manages to stay on his feet, though. (even though,, he doesn’t know why he screamed in the first place)

when he calms down a bit, he immediately notices that the person standing in the doorway looks kinda similar to him - he’s almost as tall as he is, but his eyes and hair differ a little.

the person greets themselves with the same last name, then breaks the news - “i’m your son! nice to meet you, dad! you can call me by my name or Shiro, that’s a nickname I’ve received from my friends!” he says happily, scratching nervously the back of his neck.

Rin’s expression softens a little; he sees the way he acts and is almost sure the kid is telling the truth. He invites him inside and softly closes the door.

Meanwhile Rin tried to ask if he wants a drink, his son interrupted him whilst taking a photo frame in his hands and yelling excitedly, “oh man! that’s mom?! you have a good taste, dad!” Rin just blinked at him, mumbling a slight “thanks?”.

after the initial shock has passed, his son told him a little about himself and generally, they shared some good time together. that is, until his son asked if he knows what happened to auntie Shura.

Rin tilted his head to the side, his white locks tickling his eyes; he said a confused “no..? is it... bad...?” his worry has started to risen.

“well... she got pregnant with triplets! or.. will... get...?”

Rin choked on his spit, to say the least.

Yukio:

Yukio’s been silently enjoying his coffee, quite early in the morning. After all, that’s what he deserves after that entire bullshit with satan and his eye.

Since the order allowed him to take some time off, he decided he’s gonna dedicate it for healing - both mentally and physically.

As the clock showed 8am, the sun rays hit his face harshly through the curtains - he decided to go to a store to buy some of the products you’ll use to make breakfast later.

He felt uneasy going to the store. He felt something was not right... but he ignored it, thinking it’s probably still because of the previous events. Going through the aisles and taking his sweet time, he grew even more confused, seeing that most of the products he was gonna buy is missing - they couldn’t have bought everything. Sure, lots of people left the store when he walked in, but it’s barely 8.30am.

Leaving the store with just a few products, it was hard to say he wasn’t annoyed. That’s when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, making him ultra-aware of his surroundings.

“Are ya lookin’ for this?” another male voice asked, smirking, “Sheesh, you probably look really annoyed, and I haven’t even seen your face!”

Yukio turned around, facing a male that quite resembled him - the same height, build, the only thing he was missing was glasses. Yukio, being annoyed as it is, wanted to politely brush him off, but he was interrupted mid-sentence.

“I’m Okumura. Your son, to be exact,” his features softened, eyes gazing at the pavement he stood on, “I got this stuff for you. This is what mom always needs for breakfast, right?” the male smiled gently, handing him the grocery bag. Yukio took it hesitantly.

“I know it’s all so weird, but, do you wanna maybe go on a walk with me? I like the weather today,” he fixed his [hair color]-colored locks, smiling brightly, “and I like spending time with you, dad.”

Well, Yukio’s walk to the store’s certainly gotten more interesting than he originally thought.

edits arent mine! :3

[omgyouatetheprincess]

Janus’ Playlist

AHH JANUS' PLAYLIST LETS GOO

Not that anyone asked for my opinions

Okay so I'd like to start by saying that Thomas, Joan and Talyn did an amazing job on this playlist because every song fits Janus so perfectly.

Here are some of my thoughts on the songs and some interpretations I came up with or found on the internet.

Trigger Warnings - abortion. Mocking of religion.

Black Hole Sun - okay at first I was like 'wow this is really smooth and nice and the vocals are so sweet.' Then I heard the lyrics. "In disguises no one knows,

Hides the face, lies the snake". It's such a Deceit song and I imagine him dancing to it (with or without a partner).

Black Hole Sun by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox, Haley Reinhart

It Seemed That Better Way - holy heck, can I point out that this song is such a bop? Leonard Cohen has such a soothing voice and it reminds me of Patrick Page (aha Hadestown) and if Janus wasn't played by Thomas, I could imagine this as his voice. The song is about not knowing what the truth is and what to believe, and has religious meanings which could be countering Patton and his Catholic beliefs.

It Seemed The Better Way by Leonard Cohen

Anywhere - I feel like Patton would hate this because the first line is "It's a beautiful world if you've been lied to by parents and priests". Anywhere describes how the world isn't a beautiful as it may seem, and that people lie to make you see it.

Anywhere by The Scarring Party

Talking At The Same Time - it is immediately dark and that everything seems fake and a... Lie. A lot of Deceit's songs are about the truth or that everything is a lie and I have to give massive kudos to Thomas, Joan and Talyn because they did an excellent job portraying Janus through his music taste. The song describes how everyone talks at the same time, and what I interpret that as is that everyone says the same thing over and over. It's hard to explain so I'll let you make your own interpretations of it.

Talking At The Same Time by Tom Waits

all the good girls go to hell - I'm not going to lie (ha) but I don't like Billie Eyelash, but I'll see past the artist. My first thought when I saw the song without hearing it is that it's a good choice and Janus probably loves Billie Eilish. Spotify has meanings of songs so I'm going to go off there: "This song is in the perspective of the Devil / no matter how good you are, desperate measures will eventually break you / turn you into bad." I feel like Deceit would sing this around the house. This song is twisting Christian symbolism and the lyrics can be interpreted as Eilish praising people who go to hell as it's better than being morally good. (Also, just switch Peter with Patton)

all the bad girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

Denial - KDJIEKAKSNDENIAL? In Putting Others First, Janus is referred to as Denial and now this song? Everyone start clapping for Thomas and his team. Anyway, the song discusses themes of conflict within a relationship, and the denial and insecurity of being in a relationship near it’s end (source: Genius). Also, Roceit vibes?

Denial by The Vaccines

Trust In Me - first of all, heck yeah! I predicted this song to be on his playlist because it's a slimy snake song from Disney? Hello this is Thomas? I think it's a great song and Johansson's voice is angelic. Kaa is manipulating and hypnotizing Mowgli, and if Deceit could do the same you can bet your bottom dollar he would sing this. We love our not-evil snake boi.

Trust In Me by Scarlett Johansson

Razzle Dazzle - Janus singing this with Roman? Yes please? Okay so I get that this is a villian song, and I love that, but imagine Deceit in a shiny sequenced dress? I also haven't seen Chicago yet so I'm going off what I've heard - this song describes how it is too easy to put on a show and make the audience happy. Basically, acting is just professional lying. The line "Though you are stiffer than a girder they'll let you get away with murder" is so clever (no spoilers but he had it coming)

Razzle Dazzle by Richard Gere

[SLIGHT HADESTOWN SPOILERS]

When The Chips Are Down - I hecking love Hadestown so you can bet I squealed when I saw this song. This song is sung by the fates, who are portrayed at untrustworthy. The title of this song is derived from the idiom “when the chips are down”, meaning “when a very serious and difficult situation arises”. Eurydice is in potentially one of the most serious and difficult situations she could be in: her life is at stake. After Hades invites Eurydice to come with him to Hadestown, the Fates appear and encourage her to consider his offer. They tell her that she should look after herself now that she is starving and the “chips are down”. (Source: Genius). In my own words, the fates are convincing (or manipulating if you will) a poor helpless girl to put herself first and save herself. It also mentions how if you be good to get into heaven,you get a knife in the back.

Go listen to Hadestown, it's an incredible soundtrack.

When The Chips Are Down by Anaïs Mitchell, The Haden Triplets

[TW! Abortion]

Mandy Goes to Med School - okay so this song is about abortion, so we'll have to go off context. Mandy (or Amanda Palmer) has to pay for Medical School by giving abortions in an alleyway with a coat hanger, so I interpret this as having to do shady stuff to get what you want. I think him and Remus would enjoy this song together. I'd also like to note that Logan had a song by Amanda Palmer in his playlist... That isn't relevant but I wanted to note that.

Mandy Goes to Med School by The Dresden Dolls

I Put A Spell On You - 50SOG vibes? I really like this song, it has a nice rhythm and the lyrics are so creepy. This gives me vibes of Deceit cornering/pining another side/love interest because if our baby boy wants to be happy, he should. This is similar to Trust In Me because it talks about enchanting someone to get what you want. "I don't care if you don't want me, I'm yours right now." Chills. Janus singing this song would complete my life.

Also the singer calls the love interest daddy but we ain't shaming

I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone

Evil Night Together - well the title has evil in it so... Perfect for our Evil Snake Boi. This song gives me huge Demus/Receit vibes because it's basically like "let's go on a date in the creepiest place."

What if we drank a drink in the torture chambers... Haha jk ...unless 🥺

Evil Night Together by Jill Tracy

Don't Tell Mama - another musical song? Roman would be impressed. This song is about an English singer, who's mother thinks she's in a convent (a nun), when really she's in a German s3x club. You can really tell why it would be so bad if her secret got out.

Don't Tell Mama by John Kander, Joel Grey, Jill Hawarth, Cabaret Ensemble, Harold Hastings

You're A Cad - definition of a cad: a man who behaves dishonourably, especially towards a woman... This song has a nice beat and gives me TikTok vibes, but it also gives me Moceit vibes (I say vibes too much) because the singer is saying "you're a villain, a cad, a rascal... But I'm like a fish on a hook for you and I still want you." Also, she has a sweet tooth?

You're A Cad by the bird and the bee

As Far As I Can See - all aboard the angst train, CHOO-CHOO "As far as I can see, nobody loves me. As far as I can tell, nobody loves you either" this song gives me such Roceit vibes because the meaning is pretty simple: if nobody loves Janus, then he'll take everyone down with him. I knew there would be that one song that tries to make me cry for our poor baby.

As Far As I Can See by Phantogram

Criminal - first of all, the cover is beautiful. Apple describes the song as “a description of feeling bad for getting something so easily by using your sexuality.” She also told in an interview: "One of my friends said to me, “Oh yeah, of course you aren’t writing.” So I was like, “The next time you see me, I’m gonna have a new song.” I wrote “Criminal” in 45 minutes when everyone else went to lunch because I had to have a hit. I can force myself to do the work, but only if someone is right up behind me." Which is the level of pettiness I see in Deceit and I am here for it. The context of the song is seduction and manipulation, so Janus using his sexuality to manipulate the other Sides is a cursed thought.

Criminal by Fiona Apple

Change - if any of them listened to Lana Del Rey, I sort of expected it to be Virgil. Change shows how Del Rey has matured, and I feel like it also portrays Janus' ability to adapt. "Change is a powerful thing... I'll be able to be honest..." Does this mean he's trying to change? Will we get more character development? LIGHT SIDE JANUS?

Change by Lana Del Rey

Devil In The Details - this song is about trusting the wrong person and taking advantage of something. "I am the first one I deceive if I can make myself believe the rest is easy.". More angst, yay.

Devil In The Details by Bright Eyes

Come Little Children - if you had a My Little Pony phase, you probably know this song. Come Little Children, also known as "Sarah's Theme" and "Garden of Magic," is a song sung by Sarah Sanderson in the film, Hocus Pocus to hypnotize children to lure them. Manipulation: a common theme.

Come Little Children by Erutan

Into The Unknown - I was really shocked to see this song until I realized, no, it wasn't the same iconic theme from Frozen 2. This short song is from Over The Garden Wall, a show Thomas watches but I have not. "If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?" The show plays heavily on the battle between dreams and reality (source: Genius). The way I see this, Janus is convincing the Light Sides to do something, or specifically Roman to make his dreams come true through selfish means.

Into The Unknown by The Blasting Company

This playlist is one of the best because every song had me saying “Janus would so sing this". If you have any thoughts, feel free to comment!

As always, take it easy guys gals and non-binary pals peace out

[janetbrown711]

"So... are we gonna walk to Paris, or..?" Webby walked behind a now frustrated Louie.

"We'll take a boat in Germany, calm down," Louie huffed.

"Ooh, okay," Webby nodded, "so then we're walking to Germany."

"No, of course not your grace, we're taking a bus," Louie teased.

"A bus? Why I've never been on a bus," she put her hands on her hips. Louie sighed.

"I need a break. Let's stop here," they had arrived at a small creek with a little bridge go stop by. Donald sat down and started to write something in his notebook. Webby peered over his shoulder (which she knew was rude but she was curious) and saw it was a letter to one Daisy.

"Who's Daisy?" Webby asked. Louie snorted.

"Oh, she's just the most beautiful, most passionate, and most loving woman in all of Paris," Donald's face melted into a dopey smile. Louie rolled his eyes.

"Donald, focus here," Louie told.

"I am. She's the first cousin to the Empress," he smiled.

"Wait, i thought we were going to see the Empress herself. Why her cousin?" Webby asked. "Louie..?"

"Well- okay. Nobody gets near the Dowager Empress without convincing Daisy first," he grinned. Webby blinked.

"Oh no. No, no, no! Nobody ever told me I had to prove I was the Grand Duchess!" She told him.

"Look, I-"

"Show up? Yes. Look nice? Yes. But lie? No!" Webby protested.

"Hey, you don't know if its a lie. What if it's true?" He asked. Webby huffed and turned away to the bridge.

"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "I know, i know. Its another roadblock on the path to finding out who you are. I just thought this was something you had to see through to the end no matter what," Louie explained.

"But look at me Louie. I am not exactly Grand Duchess material," she referred to her rags, huffed, and stormed to the bridge. Louie did the same but the opposite direction. Luckily, Donald followed her.

"Here," he handed her a flower and gestured her to look at her reflection in the creek. "Tell me, what do you see?"

"I see a skinny nobody with no past, and no future," she dropped the flower into the water and watched the water ripple.

"I see an engaging and fiery young woman who on a number of occasions showed great and daring leadership and regal command, equal to any royal in the world," Donald smiled at her. "And i have known my fair share of royalty."

"You have?" Webby asked.

"Yes, i do. I used to be a member of the imperial court," he said. Webby smiled, feeling a lot more comfortable with the idea now.

"You? In the court? Wait- does that mean-"

"No, Louie was not. He was just a boy. And i was just his uncle," Donald said.

"What about his mom?" She asked.

"Oh she worked in the kitchens. It was pure luck that I was able to rise to my status, until the revolution of course. Louie's mother wanted to stay close to me so she got a job as head kitchen maid and her boys helped out there too, though often they found ways to get themselves into trouble," he chuckled.

"Boys like plural?" Webby asked. Donald's face fell.

"Yes... Louie- had two triplet brothers. Huey and Dewey," Donald explained.

"What... happened to them?" She asked.

"The revolution," he shook his head.

"Oh... i'm so sorry," she said.

"It's okay. I've come to terms with it. I swore to his mom to protect him and I've done a pretty good job so far,," He smiled tiredly at her. Webby hugged him.

"I bet it still hurts though," she said. Donald sighed again.

"Yeah. It does," he let go.

"So, are you ready to become the Grand Duchess Webbigail?" Louie appeared out of nowhere, killing the mood instantly. Webby snarled and went off again. Donald shot him a look and Lena growled at him.

"What?" Louie raised his arms.

"Webby, there is nothing left for you back there. Everything is in Paris," Donald said. Webby pondered that thought for a long hard moment.

"Well then... gentlemen... start your teaching," she said. Donald clapped, his old melancholy mood completely out of sight.

"Ah yes. I remember it well," he stepped toward her. "You were born in a palace by the sea."

"A palace by the sea..." she whispered to herself. The idea felt strange, yet natural.

"You rode horseback when you were only three," Donald just started listing off random facts.

"And you would make faces and terrorize the cook," He laughed.

"Was I wild?" Webby laughed.

"Like a buck," Louie snorted.

"But you'd behave when your mother gave you a stern look," Donald added.

"Fair, i suppose," she nodded.

"Oh come on, if we're supposed to get you ready to see Daisy, you'll need to be more accepting than that," Louie said.

"Let's work on posture," Donald made sure Louie's impatientness didn't shine through too loudly.

"Shoulders back, head high, don't walk, try to float," Donald straightened her back and lifted her chin. Louie got a stick and balanced it on her head and she walked, but she almost tripped over herself.

"This feels ridiculous," Webby huffed.

"Its important though," Louie patted her head.

"You give a bow," Donald displayed. Webby copied.

"What now?" Webby asked.

"Your hand receives a kiss," Donald was about to do it, but Louie got to it before he did. He kissed it and grinned cheekily. Webby nearly smacked him in the face but Donald was quick to move past it.

"If i can learn to do it, you can learn to do it. Now let's talk food," Donald brought them back to the suitcases and got out food.

"Oh geez, guess there's a lot more to being a Duchess than i realized," Webby laughed to herself.

"Oh yes..." Donald said with almost pity.

For the rest of the day they spent their time teaching her how to eat, talk, sit, walk, and taught her facts about the Vanderquacks while they rode on various vehicles before eventually arriving at the boat to Germany.

When they had all settled down the cabin, they were planning on meeting up for dancing lessons and Louie stopped her on the way up.

"Look, i bought you a dress," he sounded mighty proud of it.

"More like a tent. Look how big this thing is," she looked at it.

"It's flowy," he rolled his eyes (a now signature Louie move).

"Just put it on," he gave it to her and headed up the stairs.

"Hmmm," she put it against herself and messed with the skirt. She looked up at him and he looked back at her, but he quickly turned away and went up the stairs.

The sun had almost entirely set by the time Webby was up again. Louie and Donald had started a game of chess but Louie had no idea how to play so was losing miserably, so when Webby finally showed up he got up and clapped happily before he got a good look at her.

The dress made her look like a whole other person. Her white hair was tied into a neat ponytail, a blue ribbon making that possible (he didn't know where that came from). The blue dress fit her like a glove and she just looked... magnificent.

"Wonderful! Marvelous!" Donald applauded her.

"And now you are dressed for a ball," Donald smiled.

"And now to learn to dance for one as well. Louie?" he said and forced Louie out of his star struck gaze.

"Mm?" He asked, not realizing his uncle had taken his arm and dragged him in front of Webby.

"Oh- i-im not very good... at... it," he tried to back down but Webby put her arms up and he slowly took them and they started to dance a little but Donald stopped them.

"Webby, you dont lead, he does," Donald corrected.

"You're the expert," Webby brushed a loose hair from her face.

Slowly, they joined again and Louie led a bit before talking.

"You know... that dress is uh- very... beautiful," he said.

"You really think so?" She asked.

"Yes," he said, spinning her in a circle. "It was nice on the hangar but it looks even better in you. You should wear it."

"I am wearing it," Webby teased him.

"Oh- yes. Right. Of course," he internally face palmed. "I'm just trying to give you a- uh..."

"Compliment?" She asked, looking into his eyes. He paused his speech.

"Yes," he nodded. He closed his eyes a moment before opening them and seeing Webby still hadn't broken her gaze into his and just like that he was sucked in. They both stopped talking and just focused on the dancing and each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Donald was smiling softly, petting Lena while he watched them dance.

"I see it now Lena," he said. "All it took was a bit of intervention and time and now look at them. Smiling and dancing," he sighed happily, before his smile fell.

"Oh dear... how will we get through this? If they are actually in love and this actually works, then..." Donald looked at Lena who whimpered sadly.

"No, let's let this be for now. No harm in letting the present be the present," he said. Lena nodded and he set the small dog back down in his lap.

"Louie..." she whispered. "I'm feeling a little lightheaded and... dizzy."

"Me too," he stopped, still ever so engaged with her eyes. "Maybe it's from all the spinning."

"Maybe we should stop," Louie said.

"Louie, we have stopped," she pointed out.

"O-oh right," Louie laughed a little, before looking back into her eyes. "Webby, I..."

"Yes?" She leaned closer. Slowly, they both closed their eyes and leaned in, but Louie stopped himself.

"You're doing great," he said, before walking away and down to the cabin. Both Webby and Donald's smiles fell.

"I'm sure he didn't mean anything by that Webby," Donald placed a soft hand on her shoulder. "He's just... protective of himself."

"Yeah..." she slowly lowered her arms and sighed.

"I'm going to bed," Webby said. Donald nodded.

"I think that'd be best for all of us."

.o0o.

"There she is master!" Poe de Spell pointed at the projection coming off of the purple stone. Magica nodded.

"All sound asleep in her little bed," she fake fawned over her. "And pleasant dreams to you, princess," she smiled widely at it.

"Yes, sweet dreams indeed," Poe chuckled half heartedly.

"What's with the pathetic laugh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You never told me what you were planning to do so if im honest, i'm a bit confused," Poe admitted.

"Imbicile," Magica growled to herself.

"I am going to infiltrate her dreams so she cannot escape me and falls to her doom off this little dinky boat!" She shouted.

"Oh wow master, that is very evil of you. Congrats," he clapped.

"Why thank you Poe I do try," she smirked. "Now say goodnight to the princess."

"Goodnight Princess," Poe said.

"And sweet dreams to you," Magica finished.

.o0o.

Meanwhile, over in the land of the living, every passenger on the boat was sleeping soundly in their cabins, so no one was awake to notice the dark purple shadows rising from the air vents and searching for their target. Quickly they found her, and began their work.

Webby found herself in a field with butterflies and warm sunshine all around. A little boy called her name and three butterflies traveled from him to her. She giggled, accepting his invitation and following, both in dream and real life. Webby slipped out of her bed and began to walk, following with a smile on her face. Lena's head perked up at the sound of the door closing. Lena quickly went to the door and began to bark, but it was no use. Webby was in a trance. Lena was quickly desperate, and on discovering she couldn't reach Donald (he slept on the top bunk), she went to Louie (who was on the floor). She got on him and began to bark in his ear.

"What do you want?" Louie groaned, trying to turn over.

At the same time, Webby chased the little boy up a steep staircase of stone, making sure to keep her footing. She skipped and pranced and laughed along with him. Finally the boy stopped and there were three women who waved and laughed before diving down into the calm and warn waters below the cliff. Webby beamed.

Lena bit Louie's hand and he jolted up with a start.

"Hey- what was that for?!" He picked up the dog before looking over to Webby's bed and seeing it was empty.

"Webby!" He gasped as lightning flashed. It was now pouring heavily. He set Lena down and the dog ran to the door and whined. Louie got up and ran out, accidentally slamming himself into the wall due to the massive rocks the boat was now taking.

"Webby!!!"

"Webby! Come join us Webby! The water is fantastic!" One of the women called to her. Webby climbed to the edge of the boat.

"Hello!" She called to them. They looked to familiar, and so friendly. The little boy lept with joy and jumped in, so the water couldn't be all that bad or dangerous.

"Webby!" Louie nearly fell due to the amount of water on the deck, but he kept his footing, running to find her. A wave crashed in the deck and he clung to a pole with all his might and pulled himself up so he could find a better view. With another flash of lightning, he saw her familiar silhouette, about to jump off the boat. Louie gasped. "Webby!!! Stop!!!" He took a rope and prepared to swing over.

Webby turned her head to see where she had heard her name. The man from below called to her again. "Jump!!!" He was angrier than before now. Webby flinched back. "Jump I say!!! The Vanderquack curse!!!" With that, he turned into a hideous demonic creature. Webby gasped as it grew larger in size and grabbed her hand and began to drag her off, when she suddenly felt someone else grab her from behind. She kicked and flailed her arms and legs desperately.

Louie was the one who grabbed her. He took her off the ledge and brought her down to safety, while she still kicked and flailed while shouting the whole time.

"Webby! What's gotten into you?" He set her down and she opened her eyes. He had never seen anyone look more scared in his life.

"Th-the Vanderquack curse!" She shouted, breathing heavily.

"Wh-what?" He wasn't expecting that.

"Th-the curse! I keep seeing faces! So many faces! All familiar," she grabbed his shirt and sobbed into it. Louie didn't know what to do or say so he just wrapped his arms around her.

"It was a nightmare Webby," he stroked her back. "It's alright now," he rested his head on hers.

"You're safe."

.o0o.

"NOOOOO!!!!!! HOW COULD THAT HAVE POSSIBLY NOT WORKED?!" Magica exclaimed, lightning flashing with her anger.

"Magica! You're getting yourself worked up over a small setback!" Poe said.

"Small??? That was the last straw!!! I can't give up but it's time i stopped depending on a little trinket telling me what to do," she scowled. Poe gasped.

"You don't mean..."

"Oh yes Poe. I do mean," she grinned ear to ear.

"I say it's time we say hello to the princess ourselves. Face to face,"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

[k-renne]

OPERATION GET KYLO A GF - PART TWO

Summary: It had been YEARS-ages, since Kylo Organa-Solo has had a serious relationship, his last one being in high school. And he’s only grown grumpier since because of it. Ben and Matt are going crazy seeing their brother like this, and they’re worried if they won’t find him a gf soon, it won’t be too much longer before they start getting ignored too.

A/N: Yeah, I know it’s been a while since the first part, if you need to reread it the link is here. I could potentially write more but I wanted to get this out and I felt like where I ended it was a good spot to wrap at least this part off

Warning: Nudity, no outright sm*t Matt was pretty oblivious to Kylo’s attraction towards you, as he tended to be very discreet as he checked you out. But Ben, he saw everything. And he did not miss the blush in his brothers cheeks when you smiled at him. Something had happened between you too, maybe something small, but maybe that was just enough for Kylo. Maybe you were the girl all along.

“Hey, I have a proposition for you…” Ben said over the phone to you, a smirk on his face.

Ben didn’t even bothering telling either brothers. No, this was going to be a surprise for both of them.

“Wake up Kylo! We’re going camping today,” Ben yelled at his brother through his locked door.

Kylo opened the door, a towel around his waist. He had set his alarm and was already awake, “I know Ben, we do this every year.” Unfortunately. Did he enjoy camping? Not really, maybe it was peaceful, but lately it felt like he was only going on these trips to placate Ben.

“Ooh, down boy, I’ll make you some coffee.” Ben chuckled seeing Kylo glare at him.

“You better,” Kylo muttered under his breath.

“Is everything packed?” Kylo asked.

“Yup, I checked twice,” Matt answered.

Kylo nodded, then walked over to get in the passenger’s seat, “Oh no, Matt is sitting there, he needs to navigate for me.” Ben stopped him.

“Then I’ll drive,” Kylo challenged.

“Nope! Those aren’t the rules Kylo, besides, I’m the only one who knows where we’re actually going.” Ben shrugged.

Kylo groaned but reluctantly took the back seat, Ben smirked knowing that he wouldn’t be too upset once he found out the guest who’d be sitting next to him.

“Hey...that’s not the way to the highway,” Matt commented. Kylo had fallen asleep in the back seat, but if he was awake he would’ve noticed just where they were headed.

“Oh right, I forgot to tell you I gotta pick someone else up first.”

“Ben! This is supposed to be just us-who did you invite? Oh my god Kylo’s gonna be so pissed at you.”

“What?” Kylo asked sleepily, waking up at the sound of his name.

“Scoot over, you can’t hog the whole back seat,” Ben looked back at him.

“Oh no,” Matt groaned, seeing you waiting with your stuff. He liked spending time with you sure, but not like this, he didn’t want Kylo to lash out at you as he no doubt would.

Kylo sat up, confused as to what was going on, until he peered through the window to see you holding your stuff. “Y/N…”

“Hi guys!” You greeted the triplets, giving all of them, even Kylo much to Matt’s surprise, big warm hugs.

Kylo was surprised to see you, but he wasn’t upset, rather he was nervous to be spending so much time with you. Perhaps he’d need to enact his plans sooner rather than later, he just worried about his brothers interfering.

“Hey,” Kylo nodded to you as you sat next to him in the back.

“Hey yourself,” You smiled at him sweetly, before turning your attention to Ben and Matt.

Kylo frowned to himself, second guessing himself. Maybe you were just like that with everyone,  sweet generally and a little extra flirty when you were drunk. Maybe you were just being nice to him because you were friends with Matt. He continued to focus on his thoughts and self doubts as you conversed with Ben and Matt, completely ignoring the conversation.

“Kylo, Earth to Kylo…” Ben called out to him.

“What?” He replied, a bite in his tone.

“Don’t be so rude our guest asked you a question.”

“It’s fine it’s morning anyways,” You chimed in.

Kylo felt his cheeks grow hot, not meaning to be rude to you. “Sorry,” He apologized to you, fumbling with the hem of his black t-shirt.

“It’s okay, I was just talking with your brothers about this trip and what they were looking forward to. I was wondering what you liked about it.” You looked at him as you asked your question, Kylo listening to you intently.

Even when a part of him was trying not to take your words to heart, he still felt his heart flutter at your question and the way that you asked him. He took a moment to answer, wanting to be honest with you. “I like the quiet, it helps me think.”

Ben scoffed, “Bro I think your problem is that you’re overthinking it, the best part of camping is midnight skinny dipping.”

You had to laugh, “I don’t think I’m going to join you on that one boys.”

“Don’t worry, Ben’s the only one that does it anyways,” Matt says.

Kylo didn’t say anything, flustered at the thought of going skinny dipping with you in the lake. Fuck he could only imagine it, watching your bare ass as you run into the lake, seeing the water droplets on your tits, your hands trying to cover yourself afterwards. The glow of moonlight on your naked skin as you waded into the lake.

Ben’s accusations interrupted his thoughts, “That’s just because you’re both chickens, but this is the year that we all do it. C’mon we haven’t done it since we were kids.” Ben pleaded.

“Yeah, that’s the point. Because we were kids,” Kylo shook his head. The idea of seeing you naked wasn’t so bad, and he wouldn’t mind you seeing him naked either. However, he did not want his brothers involved in any part of that equation. He’d have a hard time just not shielding you from their wandering gaze, he knew they would look because he’d look too.

“Oh so what if we see each other naked, we’re triplets! Besides you guys are missing out, it just feels good.” Ben defended.

“Just let it go for now Ben, I need to start giving you some directions anyways.” Matt shook his head, looking at a map.

The conversation died down to the front seat, Matt putting on a playlist of some songs everyone would like for the rest of the drive. As you gazed out the window, the feeling of being in the back seat was lulling you to sleep. It felt nice being next to Kylo, even if he made you a little nervous, he was just as quiet as you and it was comforting.

You may have a bit of a crush on him too, which only contributes to your nerves. But you had always been hesitant to act on any feelings, with Kylo being your best friends triplet brother, you worried how it would affect your friendship. Thank god he hadn’t brought up your little embarrassing drunk night out with his brothers, it made your true feelings seem so obvious and you knew Matt would’ve suspect something, especially if he told Ben who you knew would see right through your actions.

These were some of the thoughts you had as you drifted off to sleep, resting your body against the nearest hard surface. Kylo looked over as he felt you lean against him, realizing you were fast asleep. He couldn’t help but watch you for a moment, instead of gazing back out the window. His eyes scanned over your features, the gentle rise and fall of your chest in time with his own breath.

Ben smirked as he looked at the back to see you sleeping against Kylo, who was very clearly infatuated with you. He gently nudged Matt, getting his attention.

“What?” Matt asked. Ben signaled to the back seat with his eyes, prompting Matt to look and be surprised to see you curled up against Kylo, who was now glaring back at him.

“Matty take a picture of that for me will you?” Ben asked.

“Why would I do that?” Matt replied in quiet voice.

“Because it’s freaking cute and I wanna document it.”

Matt sighed, he had to agree with that. It was cute. “Alright.”

“And send it to Kylo,” Ben smirked again.

Matt nodded, Kylo turning away as he took the picture. He was surprised Matt was going along with this so easily, with you being his friend. Maybe that meant Matt wouldn’t mind if he dated you. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he picked it up to see the message. It was the picture of you, sleeping peacefully against him. Kylo was blushing again, the sight of you against of him so small in comparison to him was cute. It was cute, and he liked having you lean against him in the backseat like you were his girlfriend or something. He saved that picture on his phone.

The more the drive went on, the more comfortable you made yourself against Kylo. Curling against him with your hand resting on his chest, your body pressed against his side as you hugged him in your sleep. Kylo tried to keep as still as possible so as not to wake you, he was so tempted to slide one of his arms around you but he held himself back.

“Out of everyone, I never would’ve thought about setting you up with her,” Matt said to no one in particular as he looked straight ahead.

“What’s that supposed to mean, out of everyone?”

“Shit, it doesn’t mean anything Kylo.” Matt cursed, realizing he misspoke.

“You were trying to set me up with someone, for what? To get me out of your guys hair?” Kylo raised his voice unintentionally, making you stir from your nap.

“No that’s not it at all we just wanted to-” Matt began to explain.

“You need a girlfriend Kylo, it’s been way too long since you’ve been with anyone.” Ben said outright.

Kylo frowned, “I do not need a girlfriend.” He countered.

“Hmm what?” You woke up confused, blinking back sleep as you lifted your head up to look at Kylo. How did you get so close to him? You looked down realizing that you were practically curled against him, “Oh shit, whoops.” You scooted away from Kylo.

“So sleeping beauty is awake,” Ben snickered.

“Shut up,” Kylo scoffed, still mad.

“Ah Kylo I’m sorry for falling asleep on you,” You apologized shyly, embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay,” He shook his head, giving you a reassuring look. “Really, it’s okay,” He reiterated after a pause.

“Okay,” You smiled softly at him, Kylo feeling his heart jump to his chest. You were too much for him. He really hoped he could catch more moments with you like this, he was already eating up every second of this one, just trying to memorize the feeling of your body against his.

The further away you drove from civilization, the more trees filled your line of sight. Soon you were up in the mountains, driving to a quiet little campsite that Ben had reserved for the four of you. It was right near a lake, and though there were other campers enjoying nature in the nice sunny weather, they were far and unseen from where you were at.

When you got out of the car you just had to admire the view, perfectly nestled in an enclove of trees at the base of a mountain. “Thanks for letting me join you guys, I know this is usually more of a family tradition but I’m happy to be a part of it.”

Surprisingly Kylo spoke on behalf of his brothers, even when he had no idea about this and probably would have protested it. “You are family, Y/N.” And he meant it, you had spent many nights at the apartment - at first just to see Matt, but you truly got along with everyone, even Ben. And you made an effort to include him, which he appreciated because he had been left out often in his life.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” You gushed, making Kylo blush and look down.

“And I thought I was supposed to be the cheesy one,” Ben piped in.

“Alright you guys let’s set up camp already,” Matt rolled his eyes.

This was were you were lost, outdoor camping wasn’t really something you did and you were just borrowing a tent from your roommate. You were already scratching your head when a bunch of poles and stakes came out, trying to figure it out yourself.

Kylo who was watching you, could see that you were struggled. The leaves crunched under his shoes as he walked over you. “Here, let me help you,” He offered gently.

Your face felt hot as you watched Kylo work, helping you set up your tent. You could see the way his biceps bulged as he connected the different parts, his t-shirt tight around his broad muscular chest. You were so in awe watching him that you didn’t hear him calling your name, asking you to give a hand with something. Before long, your tent was set up.

“Thank you,” You told him.

“Anytime, my darling,” Kylo said without thinking of his words. When he realized what he let slip, he quickly apologized. “Sorry I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” You couldn’t help but smile at him, you weren’t expecting to see this softer side of him.

Meanwhile Matt and Ben were whispering to each other, the two of you too lost in each others presence to notice, “Listen Matt, I think he really likes her. We have to resume our mission.”

“Yeah, for once I think you may be right. Operation is go.” He nodded to Ben.

“Hey since you two seem to make such a good team, why don’t you go and collect some stuff for the fire?” Matt proposed.

You were surprised that your friend would suggest that, but you didn’t necessarily mind being alone with Kylo. Still you didn’t want to make your feelings too obvious, “I’m fine with whatever,” You shrugged.

Kylo frowned, he wanted to be alone with you but you didn’t really seem to feel the same. “I can do it by myself,” He huffed, before turning around to head into the woods.

Upset that Kylo didn’t want to spend time with you, you asked, “What can I do now?”

“Oh just go follow him, he’s being an idiot,” Ben rolled his eyes.

“He doesn’t seem to want my help though.” You deflected.

“Oh he does, believe me.” Ben nodded.

With that you were resolved to help Kylo, hoping that whatever his annoyance was it wasn’t directed towards you. Of course with his long legs you practically had to jog to catch up with him.

Kylo had his hands in his pockets as he kicked around sticks and leaves, sighing aloud. He was angry at himself, frustrated that he didn’t just have you tag along and that he embarrassed himself earlier by calling you that nickname. What was he thinking letting that slip out? He had a hard time dealing with his own self doubt lately, and it was only making things more difficult with you.

Things would be so much easier if you were just his, he wouldn’t have to share a tent with his brothers instead he could cozy up with his girlfriend under the stars. He could get you all to himself without having to worry about it, and call you as many pet names as he wanted to. And he could kiss that pretty smile that you gave it, claim it as his own.

“You know you’re missing all the good kindling,” Your voice interrupted his thoughts. Kylo turned around to see you with your arms crossed, chest heaving as if you just ran to catch up to him. He has no words to reply to you in the moment, but he’s glad that you came to him.

“I guess I haven’t been paying much attention,” He admitted, stopping in his tracks.

“I hope I didn’t upset you.”

Kylo’s eyes widened, “No, no you didn’t.” He shook his head.

“If you really don’t want my help I can leave,” You told him.

Kylo looked at you sadly, “Please stay.” He couldn’t fuck this up anymore.

You nodded and began to collect some kindling for the fire, Kylo helping you in the process.

Before you knew it, night had fallen and you were sitting around the campfire with the triplets. A roaring fire crackling under the stars as you roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Ben kept burning his because he was too impatient and stuck his too much into the fire, Kylo wouldn’t cook his long enough but still enjoyed them anyways, and Matt sacrificed his perfectly golden marshmallow to Ben who gave him puppy dog eyes. You laughed through it all.

You looked up at the night sky, the moon big and bright, surrounded by stars. You let out a happy sigh, “It’s so beautiful.” The triplets nodded in agreement.

“So....about that skinny dipping,” Ben brought up, everyone groaned in response. Safe to say he ended up doing that one on his own, and you heard all about the fun he was having just with all the noise he was making. But a part of you wanted to go, you just didn’t really want to be naked around all three triplets.

It was late in your tent, a light still on as you were reading a book to try and go to sleep. The sound of the zipper to your tent brought you out of your focus, you wondered who it could be. It was Kylo, and he didn’t have a shirt on. In fact, he was just in a pair of black boxer briefs that made your eyes wander. He had to hunch over inside your tent because it was just a little bit shorter than where the top of his head met with him sitting.

“Hi,” You put down your book, eyes still examining his body. He looked so good, your mind couldn’t help but think of the many nefarious reasons that he would have behind coming into your tent.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but I noticed your light was still on.”

“Yeah I can’t sleep, I’m kinda hot actually,” You pulled at the straps of your tank top, Kylo’s eyes drifting down to look at your breasts. You were braless, and he could really see the shape of them under the thin fabric.

“Me too,” He looked into your eyes, his gaze heated.

“What do you want then?” You asked him, feeling even hotter under his gaze. You felt like he was a wolf and you were his next meal the way he was looking at you, and you liked it.

“Hmm what I want?” He said smoothly, tilting his head.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“I want to go in the lake, but I don’t want to do it alone.”

Now you felt like his gaze was burning you, “With me?” You were already feeling breathless and he hadn’t done anything.

A smirk slowly spread on his face as he nodded, “Yes my darling,” He practically purred at you.

So he did mean it. He had to have been holding out on you, now you felt like you were dreaming with the way he was looking at you. The only thing that was stopping you from saying yes was shyness, that he would see you naked and whether he would like what he saw.

Your face was burning as you asked him, “Why didn’t you just go with Ben?”

“Because I didn’t want to go with Ben,” He inched closer to you, still towering over you in your tent. “And I didn’t want him to go with you either,” He narrowed his eyes.

“Then he won’t,” You nodded, placing your hand over his. Kylo turned his hand so he could hold yours in his own, his hand swallowing yours with how much larger it was.

And he continued to hold your hand as you walked down to the lake, occasionally gazing at each other under the moonlight. You leaned against him slightly as you walked close together, Kylo’s hand moving to wrap around your waist as you stopped in front of the lake.

“Okay.” You brought your hands to the hem of your shirt to lift it over your head, Kylo’s gaze shamelessly raking over your body.

“So beautiful,” He murmured. You felt shy and covered yourself under his gaze, bringing your arms over your chest.

“Please, don’t be shy. It’s just us now,” He laid his hand gently on your shoulder, and you dropped your arms. “Still beautiful,” He praised you, but looked into your eyes. It made you smile.

Kylo took your hand in his again so he could bring it to his lips for a kiss before nuzzling the palm of your hand. “I hate to think that I’ve been so blind to your beauty, my darling.”

“What do you mean?” You didn’t fully understand.

“It feels like I’ve been alone for so long, I was losing myself. But you, you brought me hope.” Kylo explained, kissing each of your fingertips.

“I think I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you, ever since Matt showed me a picture of you,” You confessed, now even more enamored between the man that stood before you.

“Then you truly are an angel, my sweet angel.”

You stripped the rest of your clothes, and Kylo took off his underwear, silently admiring each other as you held hands and walked into the lake. He was an adonis of a man, chiseled from the finest marble down to every detail. He bore no shame as he displayed himself before of you, almost proud at the way you eyes greedily raked over his form. He knew you had taken a long glance at his cock too, sizeable even when he was only half hard.

“Come on, let’s experience what Ben always raves about,” Kylo took your hand, a soft smile on his face.

“Okay, together.” You nodded, smiling back at him.

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[gweniala]

The Ultimate Sauce

15.1. is the day the triplets (Krevel, Nike and Nehmen) were created. To celebrated their birthday, I wrote this short fic.

A note to the writing: I’ve recently learned about two mistakes in my storytelling: 1) Overuse of adverbs and fancy dialogue tags. Readers do a lot of interpretation when reading a dialogue. For example, I know that in my case my inner voice reads the lines out loud without ever knowing what the author intended. So readers should be able to infer information about the tone, the reasoning and the gestures from the dialogue alone. There’s no need to sprinkle “Nehmen exclaimed vigorously, wide-eyed” on top of “Let’s play tag!”. The dialogue tag “said” should be used 90 % of the time. It’s the unobtrusive, invisible dialogue tag. Most readers don’t even read it and go straight to the core information - who’s currently speaking. Fancy dialogue tags should be used for imparting a strong emotion; if they are used indiscriminately, they lose their impact. 2) Assuming the reader is an idiot. My background is plasma physics and nuclear fusion. When I write a scientific article, I always take care to explain everything as clearly as possible. The subject is hard enough; the writer’s job is to make it easier to understand. This tendency carries over to my storytelling, where I drive the same point home three times because I’m not sure if the reader got it on the first two occasions. However, the average reader is much better equipped to understand complex character-driven storytelling than a nuclear fusion article. There is no need to lay things completely bare; in fact, such writing can be boring or downright insulting to the reader’s intelligence. Therefore, I need to learn leaving clues and letting the reader figure out the message/theme on their own. I know how much I love interpreting the work of others. I shouldn’t take that joy away from my readers.

I tried to employ these two lessons in The Ultimate Sauce. Let me know what you think; I always appreciate constructive critique.

Once upon a time, there was a powerful king. His name was Hoborg and his land was called the Neverhood. It was a small land, with only thirty-or-so inhabitants, but Hoborg loved it all the same. Every day he would gaze out the window and wonder how he could make his subjects happy.

Now, Hoborg was a creator. Making things out of nothing was his passion and his imagination was boundless. So, one day he thought:

“What if I made a sauce that made any food taste great?”

He set right to it. He created all kinds of flavours and seasonings, mixed every food which the Neverhood produced and tested the resulting blends. None of his creations met his expectations, however. Some were too sweet when eaten on their own, others turned sour when combined with fruits, and others yet left this strange aftertaste that Hoborg couldn’t quite pin down. But the king was nothing if not patient. After a painstaking month of research and experiment, he prevailed. By a stroke of luck, he was able to create the ultimate sauce which made any food taste absolutely fantastic.

Hoborg was very happy with his creation. He began singing and dancing with joy, and when his children asked what the matter was, he said:

“Tell this to everyone! Tomorrow there will be a great feast. Let everyone bring food and we shall eat the ultimate sauce!”

The news spread like wildfire and soon every Neverhoodian was giddy with anticipation. All kinds of food were gathered to go with the sauce: mulberries, sandwiches, fwasheep mush, potatoes, gravy; anything and everything that could be eaten. One of the Neverhoodians, called Nehmen, even convinced the rest that such a grand feast wouldn’t be complete without weasel meat. A weasel hunt was conducted an hour later and the mighty crab’s meat was added to the menu.

On the next day, however, the sauce was gone.

Immediately Hoborg thought of who the culprit could be. There was a Hoodian who would compulsively steal things and only return them weeks or months later. It was, in fact, the aforementioned Nehmen. Hoborg called him to the Throne Room for an audience. He wasn’t very surprised when Nehmen’s two brothers, Nike and Krevel, tagged along as well.

“So what did he do this time?” Nike asked.

“The sauce we were supposed to have today is gone,” Hoborg said. “And I was wondering who might have taken it.”

“I don’t have it,” Nehmen said immediately. “I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t have it. Maybe it got lost. A bird took it and dropped it into the void. Or maybe it disappeared on its own.”

“Sauces don’t just disappear,” Nike said.

“Never mind that,” Nehmen said. “Look Hoborg, maybe you should just create more of the sauce. I know what everyone’s thinking, but I don’t have the sauce and I can’t return it. Honest to all my dads!”

“Come on,” Krevel said, “you can tell us. No one’s going to know, it’s just the three of us and Hoborg. Dad, you haven’t told anyone yet, have you?”

Hoborg shook his head. “I thought I might go straight to the source.”

Krevel turned back to Nehmen. “See? It’s okay. You can just give the sauce back and we’ll all forget this ever happened.”

But Nehmen shook his head stubbornly. “I said I don’t have it! Why doesn’t anyone believe me?”

“Because,” Nike said, rolling his eyes, “every time something goes missing, it’s your fault! For Quater’s sake… Just stop making excuses and give the sauce back already!”

“I said, I don’t have it!” Nehmen shrieked. Tears sprang to his eyes and he began sniffling.

“Aww,” Krevel said and rubbed his brother’s back. “Don’t be so harsh on him, Nike. Come on, Nehmen. It’s not such big deal. It’s just a sauce. Hm… how about a trade? I’ll do you a middling favour in return for telling us where you hid the sauce. Two hours tops and no big probs.”

Nehmen just shook his head.

“A big favour then?”

“For Quater’s sake,” Nike said. “Don’t bribe him to do the right thing. Nehmen, stop being such a pushover over a bottle of sauce! Why are you being so troublesome?”

But Nehmen kept shaking his head and crying.

“I think it might be because he really doesn’t have the sauce,” Hoborg said. He heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry, Nehmen. I blamed you without any real proof. Just… you three, tell everyone that the feast will be delayed a little. I’ll try to create more of the sauce. It won’t be as good as the original batch, but it will have to do.”

“We’ll spread the news,” Nike said. All three bowed and left.

Thus Hoborg set to making the ultimate sauce again. The recipe he had previously used was so complicated that he couldn’t recall all its details. He remembered the main points, however, and that was enough. Two hours later, he had created another bottle of sauce. It was quite similar to the original sauce, he reckoned, though it wasn’t quite as good.

Hoborg brought his new creation to the South Plain, where the feast was taking place. Everyone welcomed him cheerfully and gathered around for his speech.

“This sauce,” Hoborg said, raising the bottle up high, “was created for all of you to enjoy. It was made out of love, so it will make almost anything taste great. Now, enjoy!”

His children cheered and clapped. Someone pressed a weasel sandwich into Hoborg’s hands. The king poured a bit of his sauce on the sandwich and passed the bottle on. When he bit into the meal, his mouth was filled with joy and wonder. The sauce wasn’t perfect… but it was still very, very good.

Happily Hoborg chewed and watched his children try the sauce. Every time someone dug in and their eyes lit up and they exclaimed something like “this is so good”, Hoborg’s heart skipped and rejoiced. Their smiles were what he lived for. And it didn’t seem like anyone was bothered by the fact that the sauce wasn’t perfect.

Gradually the feast turned into a laid-back picnic. Games were played and tales were told. A few Hoodians brought musical instruments and played them, others danced. Hoborg was watching them, enjoying a glass of mulberry juice, when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey, uh,” Nehmen said in a slightly anxious tone, “thanks for the sauce, dad! It’s really good. Not as good as the first one, but still really good.”

Hoborg gave him a look. “How would you know that?” he asked.

Nehmen twirled his stem around his fingers. “Well… I went to the library yesterday evening. When I was going through the Throne Room, I saw this bottle. I thought someone had left a drink there… and it smelled so nice… so I drank it. It tasted so good, I just drank it all. And when the bottle was empty, I thought… Wait… was this Hoborg’s new sauce?” He shrugged, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean to ruin your work like that.”

Hoborg patted Nehmen’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Everything turned out alright in the end. Thank you for telling me.”

Nehmen brightened up. “So you forgive me?”

“Yes,” Hoborg said, “I forgive you.”

“Yay!” Nehmen squealed and hugged him. “Thank you! And please don’t tell anyone.” He winked at him mischievously. “See you around!”

Hoborg waved goodbye to the boy, shaking his head. Sometimes Nehmen was nothing but trouble… but he still had a good heart.

Hoborg fumbled for his glass of juice. But it was gone.

“Nehmen…” he sighed.

[theoldestweasleygirl]

Underage Champions

This is the first fan fic I started writing back in 2015, so far there are 4 chapters,  w ho knows if I will go back to writing it, I hope so. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. First chapter shown, rest are under the cut.

What if the Goblet of Fire had really messed up? What if, not only were there two Hogwarts Champions, but they were both underage? Fred's name is called as the Hogwarts Champion. Mix in an angry girlfriend and a twin who was left out of the plan, and you're in for a hell of a ride.

Chapter 1: A Little Background First

Not officially part of the story, but just a little background information to get you started. (Some of this information may be repeated through the story but I felt needed to be introduced to start as well) Written through the eyes of the main character.

My name is Dallas Millicent. I am a fourth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Growing up I lived not too far from the Weasley's. Since I had no siblings of my own I spent nearly every waking moment at the Burrow, sometimes for weeks on end without going home. My parents and I have never had a good relationship, and as I got older, I stopped going home all together, and to be honest I don't think my parents have even noticed.

The dynamic between me and the Weasley's is sometimes hard to wrap one's head around, but I'm really one of the family and honestly considered to be the 8th Weasley child (Or 6th if you wanted to get technical, being as my birthday is a few months before Ron's) and I fit right in with my (hair dye induced) red hair. Strangers have honestly mistaken me as one of the family. But anyway, Ginny and I have always been extremely close (being the only girls in a house full of boys will do that to you!) but no friendship rivals the pranking trio of Fred, George and I. Which is why, when the pair left for school, it was so hard on me. I knew that I'd see them at Christmas, and they'd be back for the summer, but I couldn't help but feel as though I'd lost my two best friends. And knowing that they had a whole nother year after this one before I'd join them killed me.

I had always been close to both twins, hell I’d been practically raised a Weasley. Growing up, it was always the three of us, locked in their bedroom, scheming up new pranks and reeking havoc on the house, laughing hysterically when someone was unfortunate enough to be caught in the middle of our mischief. Molly had joked that, despite the 2 year age gap, I was the third triplet who had been separated at birth. And although Fred and I’s relationship took a romantic turn, I would still always be “one of the guys” in the sense that we’d been best friends for over 10 years, and nothing about our friendship changed except now Fred and I were more than friends. I really am the third triplet in a sense, I consider George just as much my brother as he is Fred’s. Which is part of the reason some people find it so weird that I'm dating Fred Weasley. I'll admit I'd always had a teeny crush on Fred, but I'd never admit it, not even to Ginny! When we were younger, George used to tease us both, insisting that I had a crush on Fred, and vice versa. Me, being "one of the guys" and not knowing how Fred would react, would simply roll my eyes at George and deny that the idea had ever crossed my mind. Fred too, had blatantly denied the idea and threatened to hide a dung bomb under his brothers pillow if he ever mentioned it again.

On the train to Hogwarts my first year I, unsurprisingly, found myself in a compartment with Fred and George. It was then and there that Fred, looking more red and nervous than I had ever seen him, asked me to be his girlfriend. I was shocked, but truthfully excited and I happily agreed. George just smirked at us and replied knowingly with, "Told you so." Ever since then, the two of us have been dating and the three of us have been reeking havoc across the school. Filch, needless to say, was less than excited (to put it nicely) at the addition of a third member of the pranking troublemakers.

Chapter 2: Finding Out

Fred's name is called as the Hogwarts Champion. Mix in an angry girlfriend and a twin who was left out of the plan, and you're in for a hell of a ride.

Dallas POV

It was Halloween, and this year the Halloween Feast was also the time when the Triwizard Champions would be chosen from the Goblet of Fire. I hadn’t been paying much attention up to this point, I was more focused on my boyfriend and my food (my food is very important to me). Fred’s arm was wrapped around me and I was nuzzled beside him as I ate my dinner, laughing in amusement at George’s look of disgust as Fred leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “Oh stop” I laughed rolling my eyes at him from across the table as George began to mime gagging. I knew he didn’t mean it, he’d been the one practically telling us to date since I was 7 and they were 9. He stuck his tongue out at me and Fred smirked, tossing a bread roll at his brother.

“And now, the Hogwarts champion,” Dumbledore’s voice roared through the hall, and I turned to look just as the flames of the Goblet once again turned their glorious shades of red and shot a charred scrap of paper from the flames. Dumbledore smoothed the paper in his hands and read the name “ is Fred Weasley!”

I pulled back, looking at him as a million different emotions flittered through my body, anger, confusion, sadness, hurt... Time froze and what must have been seconds ticking by felt like hours. I looked at him with complete shock on my face and without even thinking, grabbed the plate nearest to me, and smashed it with surprising force against the table as a wave of anger took over. And with that, I stood up, turned on my heel, and walked out of the Great Hall, my thunderous footsteps echoing against the star studded ceiling, and the eyes of every person in the hall boring holes into my back.

As I stormed up the stairs I heard the footsteps behind me, and I knew before he even grabbed my arm who it was. He spun me around to face him and I shot daggers from my eyes as I turned. “Let. Go.” I growled trying to keep my voice from cracking, and I pulled my arm free continuing my thunderous exit.

Just as I was about to reach the common room, I heard footsteps behind me for the second time that night, and spun around to see the same face as before staring back at me, only this time it was a completely different person.

“He didn’t tell me either..” He choked out, and I saw him visibly cringe as his voice cracked despite his efforts to be angry. I knew that of all people, George knew exactly how I felt in that moment. He too felt the waves of emotions crashing over him as he tried to process what had just happened. Fred had always told me I was his #1, but I knew that in reality I was 2nd only to George, and I was okay with that. But this was also part of the problem, we were arguably the two most important people in his life, and he’d left us in the dark about such a big, what do I call it? Accomplishment? Mistake? Decision? Whatever it was, it was something he should have shared with us.

George must have seen how defeated I looked, or maybe how downright miserable, and he opened his arms and without even hesitating I found myself wrapped in them, sobbing into his robes as he did his best to hold back his own tears.

Most people would think it was strange, the way I wound myself into George’s arms just as I would Fred’s, but it was just our group’s dynamic. Others could never differentiate and on more than one occasion had seen the way I was with George and had started a rumor about how I was secretly playing both twins, much to all of our amusement. We’ve even played along with it before, pulling off one of Hogwarts’ “greatest scandals.

George and I made our way into the common room, sitting beside each other on the plush couch, and sat in silence as we both tried to process what was going on. We sat there, waiting for everyone to return from dinner, but nobody came, and hours after dinner the common room was still empty with the exception of us two. They must have had a celebratory party in the Room of Requirement. It was moments later that Fred finally appeared through the portrait hole, and you could tell that he knew what was coming for him.

Chapter 3: Confrontation

Fred faces the wrath of his twin brother and his girlfriend who are madder than he’s ever seen either of them before.

Fred POV

I stepped through the portrait hole and sure enough, there they were, sitting silently beside each other on the common room couch. It reminded me for a moment of the looks on my parent’s faces after they had discovered one of our tricks and were waiting to confront our trio about it. Somehow though, I knew this would be much worse than that, and if you’d ever seen Mom mad, you’d know that was saying something.

I took a deep breath and before they could even open their mouths I just crossed my arms and stood in front of them, knowing there was no use in trying to avoid them.

“Have at it, I know you two’ve got something to say” I sighed waiting for them to start firing questions at me. And sure enough, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, Dallas blew up.

“How could you fucking do this?! Sign yourself up for a tournament you very well could die in? Without even telling either of us?!” She shouted, springing to her feet, each word pelting me like a bullet.

I looked past her to my brother, still sitting on the couch, in a state of complete confusion. The hurt and confusion so plain on his face hurt me more than the venom behind Dallas’ words.

“I.. just...how? Why? Without me?” he finally managed to choke out, cutting me deeper with every word.

I sighed, defeated, and finally addressed them both. “I fucked up, okay? Plain and simple. I fucked up. I was just testing out a theory, and it was a long shot, more so than the aging potion, but somehow, it worked, and by that point, I was so confused myself that I didn’t know how to tell either of you..”

I knew from the moment I decided to do it that I should’ve told them. But George and I had already tried, and failed, to trick the age line with an aging potion, and I didn’t want to get his hopes up when, I thought, that my idea was even more of a long shot than that had been. And how could I tell Dallas, who disapproved of our schemes to enter the contest from the very beginning, and had been so relieved when our best bet had failed us? I didn’t want to worry her any more than was necessary and I didn’t want to get George’s hopes up only to crush them again.. and by the time it was done, I was so astounded that I couldn’t find a way to tell them then either, and then before I even had a chance to tell them, my name shot out of the goblet.

I saw what was coming next before the words even left her lips...

“That’s not an excuse Fred!” she shouted steam practically shooting from her ears. “Don’t you even have a brain in that big head of yours?! How could you even think to enter a competition that very well will kill you?! Forget the fact that you excluded the two arguably most important people in your life from the decision.. Don’t you understand? This isn’t a game Fred! You can’t just joke your way out of it!”

I did not, however, see what happened next coming. As I opened my mouth to reply, I was interrupted.

“Take a deep breath. We’ve all got a lot to say, there are lots of emotions here, but for the love of Merlin just quit shouting!” George yelled. He had hardly said one sentence this whole time, and George, the least confrontational of the three of us, had just actually yelled, at me and Dallas of all people. We both stared back at him, wide eyed, and he simply motion for us to both sit down. Dallas sat down beside him on the couch, and I pulled up an armchair so I could properly face them both. Once we were seated, my brother motioned for me to continue.

“Yes love, I realize it’s no excuse. I knew from the moment before I even did it that I should’ve told you two, and as I said, I simply fucked up. I realize that this isn’t a game, and I realize the danger i’ve just put myself directly in the middle of. But I never meant to hurt you, either of you.” I added glancing toward my brother. “You know you’re the two most important people in my life.. and that’s why I’m going to need both of your help if I’m going to have any shot at surviving this thing.”

Chapter 4: The other half

What does George think of this whole business? We’ve peeked through Dallas’ and Fred’s eyes, but what about the more quiet of the trio?

George POV

I hadn’t meant to shout at them… and you could tell they weren’t expecting it. They shouldn’t, I’m always the peacekeeper between the three of us, I almost never yell, and certainly never to my two best friends, but sometimes, the peacemaker has to yell. I couldn’t take another minute of the two of them screaming at each other like a couple of banshees, it wasn’t getting us anywhere. I knew Dallas was hurt and angry, and so was I, but Fred would never get a word in edgewise if I’d let her keep shouting at him like that. Did it hurt that he hadn’t told me, his twin brother, his best friend, the one he told everything, and I mean everything, to that he’d found a way to get his name in the Goblet of Fire? Of course it did! I’d never felt more betrayed in my life. I wanted to scream at him too, right beside Dallas, but I knew that that would do nothing but tear the three of us apart, and I’d never let that happen.

My brother may have just made the most bonehead move he’s ever made, which is saying something, but it was my job as twin brother and third member of the trio to keep the untamable wildfire that was Dallas under control. Don’t get me wrong, I love her as if she were my own sister (she practically is in more ways than one) but she’s been known to find the weak spot in any opponent she takes on, and using it to her advantage. And in that  moment, her target was good ole Freddie and she had one hell of an advantage over him, we all knew what, or rather who, his weak spot was, and I feared she’d use that advantage as she would with any other opponent. That would be a disaster of brand new proportions, the end of the trio, Fred moping around, paying no attention to the tasks he was about to face. Fred needed us now more than ever, and I needed to make sure nothing got in the way of that.

I was still sore about the fact that he had left me out of this decision, but I could tell by the look on his face that he felt absolutely awful for the way everything happened, and I could see the pure terror in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Dallas was right, this wasn’t a game, there was real danger here. “I’m in.” I stated matter-of-factly looking my brother dead in the eye “We’ll find a way to get you through this, won’t we?” I added looking over beside me.

“Of course we will” She sighed suddenly deflated. “You’re not getting out of this that easy Fred Weasley” she added, a smirk spreading across her face, the teasing tone returning to her voice.

“Now kiss and make up you losers” I laughed, glad a complete disaster had been averted.

“Oh now you want us to kiss?” Fred laughed, referencing my gagging earlier in the Great Hall.

“You’re right, I take it back. Too much PDA from you two.” I laughed shaking my head. Fred gave me a look and I knew just what he had in mind, I nodded in agreeance.

“TWIN ATTACK!” We shouted lunging to wrap Dallas in a group hug, laughing as she squealed in protest as Fred started to tickle her while I held her arms back. In that moment, we were all back to normal, and nothing was wrong.

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all of the munday meme questions!

Munday Meme WELL THEN | AnonymousAccepting But this is all of them LOL

♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience?

      I think my advice for this question has always been the same for everyone. Just don’t stress about things here. You haven’t written in weeks? Doing one more OOC post? Haven’t replied to someone in a month? That’s okay. I want to advise everyone that this is suppose to be our fun space, where we can sit here and talk and enjoy the things we love together. I know that it’s easier said than done but everyone stresses SO MUCH over this stuff when really it’s stress that you can easily avoid. Just take in a deep breath and have fun, it’s as easy as that. And if anyone gives you issues ever, just unfollow, block, and blacklist.

     Simple. But saves you so much more stress. 

⛅  Do you believe aesthetics are another form of expression?

       I love the form of aesthetics. I really do. I think it’s fun to find something that screams your muse, to see aesthetic boards, with images that all represent one thing or person and more often than not you can tell what it means. It’s fun interpreting it and figuring out how each would fit a muse or person. It’s very much like an individual representation on on a poetic level, except it’s like poetry in a visual representation. And I personally, am always a sucker for symbolism and aspects that mean so much to muses.

☮ Are you feeling happy and inspired right now?

       Well. I’m listening to music, I feel asleep for 3 hours, and I’m bundled up. I enjoy my muse and I enjoy her general time period. So in a sense of muse yes, I am feeling inspired. Now whether or not I’m responsible with that is a completely different matter.

☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you?

       Yes, @kingslaying actually started up an RP blog because of me. She is my anon’s HERE , HERE , & HERE and is now my Main Jaime because she has a dedication and love for him that is always poetic and so true to his character. She has quickly become one of my most cherished friends next to @cerseilionesslannister and our triplet verse is one of the best things that has ever happened on my blog.

⚌ Who inspires you?

      Wow this might be such a long list. @cerseilionesslannister @kingslaying , @starkmatriarch , @handofhonor , @killthebxy , @taintedblccd , @princessbcrn , @mistressmxleficent , @watcherandshield , @phaesm , @neitherknightnorlady , @iniziare, @kingwhocared / @fadetogrey, @undeadcersei , @boltxnbastard . @decthsentence , @royalsadist-hiatus (sorry but I STILL ADORE YOU REN!!!) , @rainbowguard  , @scarredhound , @predative / @conduicive , @willbeshot (listen- we don’t talk but my dash would seriously be less without you in it) , @wildmoored , @thecodekeeper , @hangtherules , @trickstercaptain , @obdurare , @obuljagon , @queenlannistertyrell , @theeldestsun , @thesellsword , @womenwritten (we don’t talk but heavens you’re quality ) , @twiicetheheart , @podstye , @aloneinmycage , @dxdger , @drdumaurier , @donapirata ,  @flxbber (adorable bean ) , @goldenhaircd , @godsiwasstrong , @hydrophobiic , @needlcd @mithraiic , @lynchthedove , @akingslayerx

♋  Are there any FC’s you believe should be used more? Why?

       I honestly have zero complaints about FC’s aside from the point that I am UNCARING of the popular fancast of younger Cersei. That one from Reign.

☸ Do you reblog from the source when someone practices reblog karma or do you follow it?

      I am really respective of someone’s rules if they wish for someone to send, or if i feel like they’d be more comfortable with me sending one in, I do it. Sometimes it’ difficult because while Cersei is fake nice, when true colors are shown she doesn’t like very many people so I have to go through the options with a very meticulous thought process. I personally never require people to practice reblog karma and would never mind being someone’s meme source. 

☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person?

      I honestly am always willing to work through conflicts and do what is best for the sake of peace but I have to work at it. I’m not an automatically forgiving person, and I can be pretty petty. But I’m always willing to let bygones be bygones if necessary. I suppose it depends on the situation.

⚑ Have you been forgiven for a mistake you’ve made?

      Yes, I have. Thankfully. And I have made mistakes, plenty of them. I’ve accidentally jumped the gun on some people, I’ve made wrong assumptions, and I’ve lightly confronted and came out completely wrong. And each time I apologize I never expect someone to automatically forgive me always keeping in mind that if they don’t and they wish to unfollow me. I make it clear that it is okay and I will not respect the many less. Thankfully, I’ve been forgiven and am always as honest as I can be.

♛ Have you ever seen drama be maturely sorted out?

      Yes, I’ve seen it and experienced it . And thankfully it has led to a peaceful existence between both parties. And thus far, so long as each party, [myself included] remain a 100% honest and communicate wholly when it comes t our feelings. It’s a relaxing and honest partnership.

♞ Do you tend to ignore drama?

    Ignoring it, solving it, and not feeding it are three different things and more often than not they mix together. Ignoring it to solve it is actually the biggest and best way to solve it, because you are actively not feeding it. Because 90% of the things that I have witnessed lately have done nothing but feed the drama instead of solving it. (this is where I always say to block if it becomes too much. People always think that unfollowing and/or blocking are the ultimate taboos of tumblr. which they aren’t. The whole reason that these two options exist is to make YOU more comfortable in your space and once you realize there literally is no shame in using it then your dash is a 100% stress free space in true.) 

      I also highly believe and always recommend solving issues privately. If there is a user that you have an issue with or a concern or a question concerning an issue. Just go right to their PM’s and talk it all out in a civil matter, and if it doesn’t work that’s okay. Just unfollow and/or block by both parties. And if the said person doesn’t wish to talk and ends up being rude, then end the conversation and again, block and ignore.

      So I don’t ignore it, so much as I prefer to settle things privately without a show on the dash and the wrong kind of attention brought to both parties. You know I’m not the type to play white knight in my valor armor and my sword of justice. No I’m more like the average jane wrapped in leather climbing over walls with my slingshot because I want to face an issue directly instead of making a show for dozens of people.

☾ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

        Always. I always recommend peace to all situations. That, or just parting ways and going on their way. There are often times that so many different people confide in me and always advise the best course of action to get them to come to a form of peace. (often times I would be the confidante of both parties working it out for the best)

        And in situations like that I always ALWAYS stress how much I will not utter a word of the other’s conversation and I haven’t. (unfortunately it drove one in one of the situations to try and guilt and lie to me to make it sound like the other party turned against me. And then proceeded to lie to OTHERS about the situation and continuously vagues like crazy about it today; but I won’t go into too much detail)

☻ Have you ever made someone a promo or a positive shoutout?

         Plenty of times actually. My most recent promo, i suck at them, was for @kingslaying , and I’m always doing some sort of positive shoutout for someone.

☎ What do you think about bias lists?

        I enjoy them so much , and they’re so fun to make edit wise. But when it comes to trying not to forget someone I’m ALWAYS so paranoid. I cherish all of the ones I do get tagged in and am always thankful and humbed because I know how hard it is to remember so I’m honored alone by simply being remembered? I also enjoy them because they’re convenient for those of us who don’t have any photoshop or the skill for it, to do any proper giveaways.

☈ How many people would you say likes you?

       Enough for me to respond to hate with ‘bitch everyone loves me’ LMAO. No but I get along with enough people to safely assume that a fair amount of people do like me? I’m annoying half the time in my own opinion but the most common word that is used for me is ‘cute’ so I suppose that says something? :)

♡ How many people do you like? Are there any people in particular that pop up?

       I LOVE EVERYONE!! But my squad is definitely consisting of @cerseilionesslannister , @kingslaying , @princessbcrn ,  @iniziare , @neitherknightnorlady , @phaesm , @kingwhocared , @taintedblccd

☢ What calms you down after negativity?

       I try my best to stay away from negativity but you all know how much salt I have and how littler my tolerance for bullshit and illogical stupids are. So when I’m overwhelmed I liked to leave my computer to watch a movie, or play a game, or lay down on my bed and sleep for a few minutes. Or even ALL of these. Now there is a puppy I have, his name is Hector, who I take outside for a walk or lay with, or play with. For someone who is equally chill, I am actually NOT so chill.

☠ What keeps you happy?

       Writing, music, my love for @cerseilionesslannister  and @kingslaying and everything that is Cersei Lannister.

☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?

       Respect. Respect for my Muse. Respect for her family, respect for her characterization. Whether the mun seems nice, the muse works, I am wanting to write with them, or even the smallest thing as I am a pure fan of their work or their muses. There are somethings that I am extremely picky over but, there is that.

☕  Is it often you hear people complimenting your blog? Characters, writing, theme, icons, etc.

        YES. I’ve actually come to meet a LOT of people who enjoy Cersei Lannister and everything that she is. But a lot of the times I get compliments on my theme which was made by the beautiful @iniziare . Same with some of my icons, and even my URL. I appreciate all of the positivity and I am more often than not unsure of what I’m doing . So positivity. always helps me get back on my feet and I always appreciate it whenever it comes.

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

      You know I’ve seen so much crack wars and angsty things, and different verses. But nothing has ever, EVER, come close to the craziness that was the FIRST MINT WAR. I remember that 4th of July. I just got home smelling like gun powder and ash because it was my nieces first firework day. And I LITERALLLY come online and make one dash commentary post because the dash is dying. LOL. And everything just spiraled out of COMPLETE control. Ironically it was also the first time I met @predative

⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

        When Cersei’s children come and love on her and show how much they cherish her as their mother. I’m looking at you @princessbcrn . And when she does just small family things that speak volumes and that just make Cersei’s heart MELT to bits and pieces because Cersei just loves her children so much.

☐ What trends are you currently into?

       I try not to be a trendy person but I will always love 100x200 icons. I don’t CARE. I love them so much. I know some people find them annoying but I love the added piece of scenery and mood to the icon.

★ What fandom do you consider welcoming?

        I haven’t really been dabbling too much in any other fandoms but our little corner here ins the ASOIAF/GOT is known to be quite welcoming to new people. That and the WestWorld fandom. When I made @sanguissanguini every single person there has been nothing but nice to me.

☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in?

       Well as stated above we are infamously welcoming to new people. We look out for each other and we cherish one another. Everyone is seriously SUPER super nice and more often than not if you IM’s one of us you’ll find that we’re always here willing to talk about anything, chat on life, or just listen to you talk about things.

      Of course we have our bad corner, you know, the bullies, the ones who send themselves fake hate to get attention, or the ones hell bent of stirring the pot to cause drama, the thievy bullies. You know. Problematic corner. But every fandom has one. But all in all, most of use are GENUINELY good at just keeping the peace, and minding our own business, and being honest, all the while being sure to RESPECT one another.

☉ What fandom do you believe needs improvement? What could you do to do that?

       I have heard nothing but BAD things of the Marvel Fandom. I myself really REALLY enjoy Marvel things and the Avengers, and Tony Stark, and Peter Quill, and the Hulk. But again, I’ve heard nothing but baaadd things about the Marvel Fandom. If there is any fandom that needs improving; i’d say that one.

        I’d say that people genuinely need to start respecting one another and respecting the fact that people DO and are ALLOWED to have differing opinions on things. Learn to separate muse form mun, fantasy from fiction, and a joke from seriousness. All in all; just chill. Have fun. Be nice. Treat people how you want to be treated. Easy.

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

      I actually DON’T know the answer to this question because I was largely unaware of the trends when I started out with  Cersei and I literally had nothing but a cheap gifted theme from octomoosey and a few images off google. BUT I do know that I have learned since than wit ha fair amount of trial and error. But I’d like to say that people are more respectful of one another, thankfully. 

♨ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that has been problematic but offered critique and then watched them improve?

         With people I have had problems with that don’t work out I usually end up blocking. Once I had someone who is actually pretty hugely Anti-Cersei who was more or less TELLING me how bad Cersei was to one of her kids and made me feel wrong for disagreeing. THAT one was a problematic one  that I tried to work with that just ended up with me blocking for the sake of my own comfort.

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

       Well that’s just it. I love attention to DETAIL in the first place. I’m always so thoughtful and meticulous about the smallest of things when it comes to Cersei and how I portray what she does and why she does what she does. When I see someone else pay that much attention and CARE as much as I do. I like it.

⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates?

      I actually enjoy duplicates ! SO MUCH! And I always promote duplicate love because it’s so much funner this way than having competitions and long standing paranoia over ‘who is better’ because I imagine that is exhausting. I actually have a longstanding ship with one, the lovely and perfect blessing incarnate @cerseilionesslannister . We have so many things built into our verse that they’ve become their own form of canon. 

       Plus it’s always nice to have someone else to scream over when it comes to loving our muse. And it’s amazing how we’re both true to our muse but in our different ways? I love her too so much, and duplicate things are fun and are honestly my favorite.

☀ What’s the best thing about roleplaying? (tagging @handofhonor for these two)

       Being able to write and get into the heads of the characters selected to write, and being able to meet some of the nicest people along the way. I know it’s cheesy but it’s honestly the best experience for me. I’ve also fallen in love with a fictional character and I hold ZERO regrets for it because I would honestly die for Cersei.

⛵ What genres do you like writing the most?

       It’s not really a genre that I enjoy but more like a topic? I love the dynamics between Cersei and her family so whenever I have threads explaining different aspects of it I am really happy. Whether it’s Cersei and Myrcella having ANOTHER fight, or when Myrcella is being there for Cersei. Or Cersei and Jaime wanting to be with each other but can’t, or THEIR fighting, or THEIR loving, or loving while fight and vice verse. Or even Cersei and Tywin, Cersei and Tommen and that dynamic. Cersei and Joffrey, and how each dynamic affects the other. Family things. THOSE are my favorite.

      That and things that challenge Cersei as a character, challenges her beliefs, challenges the way she thinks or the way that she believes. Things that give Cersei a run for her money basically. (and she always in every verse has a LOT of money.)

☺  What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

      Music, music has always ALWAYS been an inspirational thing for me when I want to write a certain mood. That and certain fan videos that put my mentality in the mood that I want.  I have no idea why this is, I only know that it’s always been this way. When I hear something, and sometimes it will give me a certain emotion. [ I even have select songs that scream Cersei for me that I throw on.] Either she wants to kill something, love someone, or step on someone. It’s always a mix of them but- music brings out the most emotion.

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When Yuri!!! on Ice was first beginning, it was compared endlessly to Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, but now that both shows are completed, does that comparison hold up?

Text Transcript under the cut

Hey, so do yall remember in the build up to the Spring 2013 season when Kyoto Animation announced that THE SWIMMING ANIME was going to be a full series and the internet, particularly Tumblr, lost its collective shit? I do. I definitely do.

And I’ll be honest, I watched both seasons of Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, and I enjoyed it immensely. I’d probably enjoy the movie too if it EVER GOT A NORTH AMERICAN RELEASE. (Come on Crunchyroll, funimation. Why are yall like this?)  I liked the pretty boys and the pretty animation and the fun opening and ending and holy. Shit. the fanservice.

So when, in the build up to the Fall 2016 season, Studio Mappa announced Yuri!!! On Ice, I was pretty excited. It seemed to promise a lot of the same things that Free had: Cute boy sports anime with fanservice and pretty animation. It promised to be like Free! But the Pool is Frozen, the Boys are back in town 2.0 Winter edition. Hell yeah.

Now, those qualities don’t inherently mean that I was going to love the show. Heck, 2016 Summer’s attempt with Cheer Boys was boring as hell. I don’t think anyone even watched it.

But never, really, in a thousand years, did I think that Yuri!!! On Ice was going to be BETTER than Free. But, let’s be honest. Yuri!!! on Ice is better than Free. Much, much, better than Free.

*Please note: Spoilers ahoy!*

So here is my thesis, if you will:   Free! Iwatobi Swim Club and Yuri!!! On Ice, despite their obvious similarities, have 3 very distinct differences which cause Yuri!!! on Ice to be more enjoyable and satisfying for me personally: their treatment of same-sex attraction, the development and variety of their secondary characters (particularly women), and the maturity and realism of their emotional depth.

How the shows treat same-sex attraction. For this section, we need to talk about Queer Baiting. What it is, how to spot it, and why, as a queer fan, it kinda sucks.

So definition first. In general, queer baiting is a term used to describe an attempt by canon creators to woo queer fans and/or slash fans by hinting at LGBT+ characters and/or relationships but with no intention of actually making it canon. This is done either by introducing a character who is coded as queer in some meaningful way, or by hinting that two same-sex characters might be attracted to each other but never confirming these things. Worst yet, these HINTS tend to be explained away as jokes, as humor. Often, instead of getting same sex couples, the idea of same sex couples is made into a joke.

Now, the term Queer Baiting comes from a very western context. It is a concept developed in the West to talk about western media, and there is some debate about whether or not that specific term can be applicable to anime and eastern media. Especially since a lot of anime that engage in this aren’t trying to bait QUEER fans, but are specifically trying to bait straight women who like watching hot guys make out. (But then, that could be argued as being partly true in the west as well.) Regardless of whether or not the specific term Queer Baiting is the best to use here, or if we should go with Fan Baiting, or some other alternative, the underlying concept is the same: A show deliberately hints at a queer relationship and then never delivers in order to appeal to a wide variety of fans but lacks real representation.  

So, does Free! Iwatobi Swim Club bait? Hell yes it does. It very intentionally seems aimed at Japanese Fujioshi, Japanese straight female fans who like slash and yaoi, and, to an extent, queer fans, who are incredibly interested or invested in seeing same-sex relationships in media. (There’s a whole conversation to be had about fujioshi culture and how it objectifies queer men, but that’s for another day.)

And let me be clear: Baiting doesn’t inherently make a show bad. If nothing else, it can lead to a very vibrant fan community. And as a queer anime fan, I fall for this shit hook line and sinker every damn time. I’m basically helpless when it comes to this stuff.

But make no mistake, baiting isn’t a good thing. It isn’t progressive writing. It isn’t diverse writing. It isn’t writing that helps positive minority representation in media. The goal of baiting it to titillate fans with emotional fan service, but not actually commit to writing lgbt+ characters.

And make no mistake, anime as a whole does not have a GREAT track record with representing lgbt+ people in positive ways. There are exceptions, naturally, but as a whole, there isn’t a lot there that is positive and well done. And if you are invested in seeing that kind of representation, constant baiting can be frustrating and disheartening.

So Free! Baits. The characters flirt and look at each other longingly and splash in the water together and take random spur of the moment vacations to Australia to meet each other’s foster families and all their emotional stakes are tied to each other and nothing. Ever. happens.  

Yuri!!! on Ice though?

Yuri!!! On Ice came through for us. I think the fandom is still a little bit in shock. I’m in shock. Because like...this shit doesn’t happen. It just doesn’t happen. But here it is! It happened. They flirted. And blushed. And kissed. And rings. RINGS. YALL. ENGAGEMENT RINGS. And holy shit, the pair skate?!

We have professional figure skaters tweeting about this show and the creator talking about how Yuuri and Victor can’t live without each other for real, and how so many fans got on twitter to thank her for the kiss in episode 7 because this kind of thing just….never happens.

I...I’m sorry. It’s just so, so incredibly rare for us to get healthy positive depictions of same-sex relationships outside of the very narrow genres of Boys love (and Girls love) in anime (which can and do have their own issues). And while Yuri!!! on Ice may not always be EXPLICIT with the romantic elements of the show all the time, they are far from subtle. The repeated declarations of love, how Yuuri is skating to show his love, their love, how meeting Victor has taught him about love, how Yuuri has taught Victor about life and love, only the most hard hearted adamant could try to no-homo this pair. And since the finale strongly implied a sequel, and Kubo has said she would like to continue the story, I think it’s safe to hope for even more romantic development in the future. (Like….a wedding? Please?)

So for those of us for whom seeing depictions of same-sex relationships done well is very important, this is like, a big deal. That’s not to say that Yuri!!! on Ice has perfect same sex relationship representation and is the sole standard bearer without flaw. It certainly has pros and cons, and has it’s own place within the Japanese media landscape. But it’s certainly good, and certainly more satisfying than Free! For me as a queer fan.

But it is not all I’m going to talk about. Baiting VS canon may be the most obvious, and important, difference between these shows, it is not the only one.

2. Side characters! Are like, a thing! There are girls in this show too!

Quick! Name all the female characters you can from Free!

Who all could you think of? The teacher- Ms. Amakata, and Kou, right? Maybe you remembered that Kou has that friend, but I bet you forgot her name (It’s Chigusa). Maybe, like, the wife that Rin stayed with in Australia? Makoto’s little sister? It’s pretty scarce. 2 secondary characters, and maybe 3 tertiary ones.

And it is understandable why this is. It’s a cute boy sports anime. Any amount of time we spend giving Kou screen time is time we aren’t watching Nagisa and Rei flirt. Makoto, being total husband material, is the only one of the boys who we really see their family. Rin and Kou rarely interact. Nagisa’s family is only talked about but never seen. Haru? Was ...born from the ocean, I guess.

Amakata and Kou do have personality, and I love them. But they are only two secondary characters.  Makoto’s sister only exists to characterize Makoto. You can’t describe any of her thoughts or likes or personality beyond that relationship. The wife in the couple Rin stayed with? I can’t even find her name on the internet.

Now, name all the female characters you can from Yuri!!! on Ice.

So, there’s Minako. And Mari. And Yuko. And the triplets. And Mila. And Sara. And Yuuri’s mom, Hiroko. And Yurio’s ballet teacher Lilia. All of these characters are seen multiple times, have speaking roles, and have some thought written into them beyond just what their presence tells us about the men. Yuko was the star of the ice rink when she was young. She’s a young mother who still loves skating. Minako was a dancer and owns a ballet studio, loves drinking too much and wants to meet famous skaters. The triplets are young girls who are skating otaku, are over zealous and like being on social media. We can describe nearly all of these characters in meaningful ways without even mentioning their relationships to men.

And look, It’s not a secret I’m a feminist. I like seeing well written female characters. But more than just my preference for some female characters, a lack of women can make a story feel a lot narrower, the world less fleshed out and believable. This gender disparity doesn’t break Free! By any means, and plenty of anime are incredibly girl heavy with almost no boys. We know WHY this happens too: It’s done to more aggressively market the show to an intended gender demographic. But to see a Sports anime able to include a decent number of developed female characters, I think, is a testament to the strong writing of the show and its wide appeal.

3. The emotional maturity.

The last meaningful difference between the shows is probably the most nebulous to describe. The best I can do is this: Free! Tries to capture how emotional teeangers feel about their inner conflicts in exaggerated and juvenile ways.  Yuri!!! on Ice shows adults navigating their inner conflicts in more natural and healthy ways.

A lot of this can be boiled down to the character’s ages, and the assumed age of the intended audience, but I think the quality of the writing affects it too. So when the entire swim team has a melt down because they secretly suspect that Rei is cheating on them with the track team, or when Nagisa runs  away from home forever because his parents want him to focus on school and not swimming, or when Rin breaks down crying all the goddamn time in season 1 because of...sexual tension with Haru? Or when Rin has to kidnap Haru for a vacation to Australia to save him from an existential crisis we all kinda...roll with it, and post gifs about all our feels, and accept it because they are TEENAGERS  in ANIME so everything is really dramatic.

Now, Yuri!!! on Ice is a sports anime about ADULTS. Yuuri is 23. Victor is 27. That doesn’t mean they don’t have problems or deal with drama. But it does mean that problems are met with a sense of realism. Look, Yuuri’s dog died and he bombed his tournament and ends up crying in a bathroom stall. It’s sad, but he doesn’t try to run away and live in a tent. Macchin gets sick and might die, and Yuuri is afraid Victor leaving might make his performance suffer. But they talk about it, and Victor goes to be with his dog, and Yuuri does his best. Yuuri has anxiety that flares up, and Victor does his best to support him. When Victor is overwhelmed at Yuuri’s anxiety and messes up at being a good coach, Yuuri and him talk about it. THEY TALK. LIKE PEOPLE DO. The most emotional drama we get in the series is when Yuuri is considering retiring and cutting things off with Victor in the finale- which gets resolved by the end of that episode. But no one has to bottle up secret career ending injuries for an ENTIRE SEASON from their best-not-boyfriend because they are over dramatic high schoolers.

Ultimately this last point probably matters a lot more to me than most people. Anime as a whole is so super saturated with teenagers with hyper melodramatic emotions that having a sports show where the characters react in reasonable and healthy ways is just really nice.  

So what am I saying? What’s the point? Am I saying Free! Is a bad show? No. If you like cute boys doing sports things and can stand or even enjoy the baiting, then hell yes. Watch the hell out of it. Go nuts. Draw fan art and write fic and fight about Makoto/Haru vs Rin/Haru vs Rin/Souske (RinHaru 4lyfe).

But I think it’s important that we appreciate when a show is pretty good and pretty fun like Free, and when a show goes above and beyond. When a show has real canon representation for same sex relationships, and a decent gender balance, and well conveyed emotional depth, I want us to care. I want the difference between a 7 out of ten anime and a 10/10 anime to matter. I want us to recognize when a show makes history.

So yeah. Yuri on Ice isn’t “Like Free, but the pool is frozen.” If anything, Free is “Like Yuri on Ice, but lukewarm and tepid.’  

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UP CLOSE & PERSONAL – DAVE HARRISON

Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Up Close & Personal. I managed to find a quiet little spot this evening after our first day at the Oak Group Summit, so I can interview one of its founding members.  I first met this guy when he was brave enough to take a hot seat at one of our Discovery Days. He must have loved the process because he signed up straight after it to become a member of the Renegade Masterminds, which I’m lucky enough to lead myself. He’s an integral part of that group and a very well-respected member. As a well-respected coach in his own right who specialises in strengths-based approach to his clients, this guy is a joy to know and has become a good friend since I first met him. His business, Co-Creation based in Manchester delivers strengths-based programmes into customers to the likes of Co-op, Thwaites and Bentley.  Now, I have asked for a free car but I’m still waiting. I honestly don’t know where he gets the time to run a business anyway because he has 3-year-old triplet daughters, but he does, and he not only does that, actually he’s more than doubled his business turnover in a year which is no mean feat for any business. I’m proud as punch to introduce a great guy. A magnificent man from Manchester, Dave Harrison. How are you Dave?

Dave Harrison: I’m really good thanks Steve.

Steve Matthews: How’s that for a build-up mate?

DH: That was brilliant. I was wondering who you were talking about at first.

SM: It took me ages to write that. . . And how much you paying me?

DH: Yea, I’ve got to pay for that.

SM: So anyway mate, it’s obviously good for all our readers to know all about you guys, so where did it all start for you? Obviously, you’re a Manchester boy, born and bred?

DH: Yea, always been in Manchester. My business side of things really started at school if I’m being honest with you.  I did Business Studies, enjoyed the business side, however I went into Financial Services working for Barclays Bank and I was there for 12 years. I actually found my way to work with small businesses in the Small Business Team and I really enjoyed that bit. I think the thing for me was always about knowing what I could offer to other people, so that was always going to be a challenge. So, I think my entrepreneurial start happened in around 2003 when I started investing in some properties. I had some failures around that but learnt a lot through it. You learn a lot by what doesn’t always work, as well as the things that do work.

SM: So, with Barclays, it must have been pretty stable there, so what gave you that entrepreneurial spark? My Mother worked in a bank forever, so what give you the thought about leaving that safety and starting up on your own?

DH: I think it was around values and about really living my values and wanting to do it, and the way the bank was going was not quite in line with that. So, I think there was a little bit about that, but also working with other small businesses, realising that it’s all possible with a lot of time and hard effort. But it was really capturing what I had to offer. It was thinking around that. I looked into other schemes and other things I could get involved with, but it was finding the thing that I was really passionate about. Something I was really interested in, something that put the light bulbs on for me. I sort of fell across it when I got made redundant.

SM: Were you doing any strengths-based coaching? I know we’ll come on to that a little later, but did you do any of that in Barclays? Or how did you find that was your thing? Did you get coaching in Barclays?

DH: One good thing for Barclays was, you got a lot of investment in yourself.  You didn’t realise it at the time, but they did invest in you as a person. It wasn’t particularly from there, although I did do some coaching programmes where you learn how to coach people, but it was usually a day training here and there. I think the positive psychology side of it, which is obviously where the strengths-base comes from, in a way I came across it when I was at school because I used to be a swimmer. So, it really came from the sport side of things initially, playing to your strengths and what you’re energised by. And also, the mind set side of things, about how you become a winning athlete. I think that really set me up for perseverance in trying to push the boundaries forward.

SM: How did that come about then? The swimmer in school and learning about the strengths, so concentrating on what you’re good at all the time. Is that right?

DH: Yea, it’s focusing on your strengths, not just what you’re good at but what you’re energised by as well.  That’s why when I look at strengths, that’s the differentiator between a lot of other strengths-based approaches. It’s about where the inner energy comes from as well, where you’re in flow.  So, when you’re at your best you don’t sometimes recognise that you’re good at something, because you can be good at something that you’ve learnt to be good at, but you’re not energised by. So, for myself for instance I can do detail orientation really well, but it really de-energises me if I have to do a lot of it for a period of time.

SM: So, from the bank did you go straight into Co-Creation?

DH: No, first of all, from the bank I went into an Asset Finance company and did project management, both across businesses and IT. So that really enabled me to understand exactly how businesses operated and came together from that perspective, and I found myself in a redundancy situation after about 3 years of doing that. That’s really where I fell into it, because initially I was thinking I was going to do project manager job somewhere else. However, what happened was, as I was going through my out-placement support which helped me go through the process of being made redundant and finding a new job, I also started to help other people through the process because I understood what they’d done in the business. Just coaching them, and I suppose one of my values is about supporting others and helping other people and adding value where I could. And a consultant who was supporting me said, “You’re not bad doing this yourself because you seem to have a natural strength towards it”.

SM: Poaching you, was he?

DH: It meant going self-employed actually, so it meant setting up in business on my own in a completely different industry, which is quite a high risk when you look at your change of industry and change of role as well. But actually, I thought, this is something I can do and I’m passionate about.  I want to help people, I want to help people move forward. So that was really in 2013 when I started my journey. I did it self-employed for about 3 years, and in that time, after about 18 months I actually helped a London based consultancy set up a north west office in Manchester, but it was also a turnaround business as well, so it was making losses. It was on the AIM listed market, so again it was making heavy losses, which isn’t great when you’re on the AIM listed market, so I got involved in the business side of things as well. After about 3 years I became part of their senior management team as an employee. So, I went from being self-employed to an employee. I did that from 2004 but became an employee in 2006, and then I actually left that company in 2012 and set up another consultancy with 3 other people. However, 5 years later it was right for me to come out of that and create Co-Creation.

SM: Isn’t it funny, redundancy kick started me into my entrepreneurial life or business, everybody’s an entrepreneur these days. I always had a scratch that I couldn’t itch, and it was about being self-employed, working for myself. And for me the redundancy thing was, a push is as good as a shove if you like. I don’t know how it affected you at that time, but did the redundancy feel good for you, or was it a difficult thing for you to swallow?

DH: It was a difficult one, because even though they say it wasn’t personal, I knew there were one or two personal reasons why I got chosen to be made redundant, even though they’d got rid of 25% of the business. But equally it was a time when I’d just invested heavily in properties that I couldn’t sell or rent, so there was that financial burden around my neck, and also from working with businesses I knew that the first 18 months to 2 years were going to be tough, which they were. However, I thought, well actually I can work through that, it’s amazing what a driver it can give you when you’re up against it like that. And I thought, well let’s give it a go, let’s make sure that I can give it the best chance I can do. . .

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Are we… family?

Louie though that this mission would be difficult, a hard mission that his brothers and him would never accomplish, well actually they didn’t get the dime yet, so… this was proving his point, isn’t it? But... on the other side, this had its advantages, living in a mansion with people doing things for him was much better than living in the small and suck house where they lived all those years with his aunt Magica and his uncle Poe.

Louie was sure that the manor habitant would never believe their story, how could they be the lost triplets? It was even ridiculous to think this, but the green dressed duckling got the biggest surprise of his life when the duck girl… Della, accepted them instantly, assuring that they were her kids. Just because they had that little toy that Magica made them take when she sent them to fulfil their mission.

This happened a few weeks ago, and during this time, the manor habitants seemed to accept them as the lost triplets, but Louie wasn’t surprised that there were people there who still suspect of them, Scrooge precisely. Well, to be honest, Magica warned them that Scrooge was smart, and that it would be extremately difficult to convince him, okey Magica didn’t lie on this part. Scrooge always was looking at his brothers and him with narrowed eyes. It was obvious that he didn’t trust them. And the fact that he called the three of them to his bin, wasn’t a good sign. Did he discover them? Was him aware of their plans? Would he interrogate them to discover who sent them?

Louie knew that he wasn’t the only one thinking this, and actually as the three boys were walking to the bin, they were blaming themselves about this:

“This is all your fault Huey, you’re a disaster when you have to act” said Dewey pointing at him with his finger.

“Do you think I don’t know that? This is why I’ve been trying to not talk too much I didn’t want to ruin this, aunt Magica is counting with us” answered the red dressed boy, and then he said:

“And what to say about you Louie? You’ve been very distant to ‘our mother’”

Louis looked at him angrily and answered:

“Sorry if I don’t want to form bond with someone I know that isn't my mom, Magica created us, remember? She isn’t our mother, I just…”

Huey looked less angry and with something similar to concern in his voice, he asked:

“Just what?”

Louie sigh and then answered:

“I don’t want to… be fond of her, she isn’t our mother, and if actually Scrooge has discovered us, we’ll have to leave, it’s better to not have emotional bond with anyone”

Huey sigh too and then he said:

“I understand what you mean Louie, aunt Magica warned us, emotions are distractions, and we can’t distract, we’ve to get the dime for her”

It seemed that Dewey was done of being in silence, because suddenly he said:

“Well then, let’s see what this old duck wants of us”

The other two brother nodded and the three of them went to the bin as fast as they could but with some… fear about what would happen.

When they arrived, Scrooge made them go to his office and sit on three chairs that were there. The three boys were clearly nervous, and the fact the Scrooge looked really angry, didn’t help to calm them. But for a second time since they went to the manor, Louie had a big surprise, because suddenly, Scrooge simply started to… laugh? Why was he laughing? What was going on?

The three boys looked each other without understand anything, then, Scrooge stopped laughing and when the boys looked at him, he started to talk:

“Oh lads I’ve to be honest, when you came to the manor, I didn’t believe that you were my grand-nephews”

Dewey crossed his arms and with a sarcastic voice he said:

“Oh… nobody noticed that, especially for how you looked us”

Scrooge ignored him and continue talking saying:

“I wanted to be sure that you were my nephews, so I asked my scientist to do a DNA prove”

Louie could see that Huey’s eyes opened with surprise and then the boy said clearly nervous:

“A what?!”

“DNA prove, just to be sure that you were who you claim to be” answered Scrooge.

Okey now was his time to ask, and that’s exactly what Louis made:

“And what say this prove?”

Scrooge looked at him with a big smile in his beak and answered:

“The prove says that you really are my nephews, you are the boys we lose long time ago, you boys, you are… my family”

“WHAT?” asked the three of them at once.

Louie was shocked, he looked Scrooge carefully, he was an expert discovering when someone was lying, heck he mastered this ability during the years, but Scrooge… his attitude, his smile, the voice he put when he talked… all of them were… genuine, he wasn’t lying, he was telling them… the TRUTH.

So… if Scrooge was telling the truth, then… it meant that they were in fact the lost Triplets! They were… they were… part of the McDuck clan?! But Magica told them several times that she created them…

Louie thought in every time that Magica said this to them, and then, he realised, MAGICA WAS LYING! She lost an important part of her power, she couldn’t create them with the lack power she had, so the only possible explanation, is that she kidnapped them and lied to them all their life.

Louie become really angry, they could have a normal life, with a normal family, they could live in a mansion! They could have a caring mom… a caring family… Louie could feel that tears were forming on his eyes, all his life was a fake, a liar. He looked at his brothers, it seemed that Dewey accepted Scrooge word like him, Huey on the other side… he looked confused, how couldn’t he? He trusted Magica, more than Dewey or Louie, and discover this… big new… had have to be really shocking for him.

Louie looked to Scrooge, his uncle, his family, he was looking at them with a look of sincere affection, it convinced Louie completely that the old duck was telling them the truth, and for the first time since he arrived to the mansion, he also said with honestly voice:

“Uncle Scrooge… I’m glad to be at home”

This is a little fanfic for the AU Triplet De Spell of @localscissors I hope you’ll like it! I really enjoyed writing it! 

It’s my first English story, I never tried to write in English, so please don’t be too hard with me.  Let me know if I made mistakes, which is more than likely.

@empro-8 just in case