#crying children are making my hear hurt in addition to the loud music

[hgmason-hellion]

Some of the wiggles soundtrack fucks ngl

[angelofdiamond]

Togheter again for the eternity (DTMG story-fanfic)

https://uzuluna.tumblr.com/post/62408515996 . This is my story-fanfic about this post , all credits and rights going to @uzuluna (WARNING TAKE NAPKINS AND BUCKETS FOR TEARS AND HEARTS)

P.S. Soleana belong to me also the extra part , because do part of an my story , I have would added the extra for give more soft brother-relationship and a little spoiler..

Billy was so sad he has been disconsolate since his best friend... his brother Spencer at the age of 50 died of old age... so the media wanted to get through it but... BJC knew how things really went .Spencer had aged yes, but he kept fit, eating healthy, training body and mind and above all doing good works .. many times BJC has seen his brother go into hospitals to encourage children and others with his fame to not to give up their dreams, to share them, not to lose sight of the fact that there are more important things than the dreams themselves, he saw how he protected the kids from bullies..in short..he had become a wonderful adult..but now all this .. zero..*flashback *.

One day Billy, at Spencer's request, went over there to check if the technicians were doing a good job with lights and everything else. He suddenly noticed, however, two figures he had never seen come into one of the dressing rooms, he thought: "ok come on, they will be the usual interns who came late" but the curiosity was too much for him and he walked away following the two figures .. .the dressing room they entered was that of ... Spencer!

BJC: "ok ok calm Cobra, they will be two fan interns and they took the opportunity to see the inside of a dressing room of one of the most famous horror filmmakers that Hollywood has ever been able to see" Billy saw them stealthily escaping and saw only a blond tuft and another light brown color, he went in and saw everything as if no one had been there except ... for a strange glass next to Spencer's water bottle, Billy sniffed him but felt nothing strange but strangely had a bad impression, took the glass in fact, and threw it away.

SW: "Billy! What are you doing here !? Didn't I ask you to check if the technicians were doing a good job?" Spencer had returned from lunch with his mother, after all the fame on him, he could always find time for the others dear to him, including playing video games with Billy as he was when he was 14 and a half ..

BJC: "yes ... oh yes! Excuse me Bro-meo but suddenly I saw two people come in here and then I followed them, anyway it's quiet, the technicians are doing a good job"

SW: "Thank goodness, wait ... did you say two people? Who were they? Interns?"

BJC: "I don't know ... I thought about it but they left in a hurry and left a glass I had never seen before and then threw it, you'll thank me after * posing as a star *"

SW: * facepalm * "Billy tool-box I left that glass for medicine! Do you remember? medicine for the cold? But were you listening this morning? "

BJC: "probably ... I remember you mentioned something but I was too busy with the jar of PB"

SW: "as always ... uff ... feel today was a long and tiring day, could you please tell Shanila that after they finish closing everything? Let's continue tomorrow"

BJC: "Ok ... hey bro '... everything okay? You know I'm always there if you want to talk"

SW: "yes, I know ... it's just that ... I don't know, I have the clear feeling that not everyone appreciates what I do ... and today I had the confirmation ..."

BJC: "wait wait wait for what you mean !? Who doesn't appreciate what you do !? Make scary horror movies! Modestly thanks also to the man! To the legend! The Cobra!" Spencer could not laugh a bit at that exclamation. .ehh yes..your brother hadn't changed at all and that was fine with him he reassured, he was happy when his best friend in absolute was close to him to comfort him ... Spencer would not have gone by ANYWHERE without him ..

SW: "guess who I met at Wi-Fri?"

BJC: "Rajeev?"

SW: "maybe, but try again"

BJC: "Mallory?"

SW: "I doubt you leave your husband for me, try again"

BJC: "You won't tell me ... yet !? But he wasn't retired !?"

SW: "pension over bud', as far as I heard from Buch, Ponzi works there after his collapse at school and inside the boarding house..just saw me he told me about all the colors and hurt me sincerely .."

BJC: "that head of cheese expired! What did he tell you !?"

SW: "trust me and better ..."

BJC: "WHAT ?!"

SW: "that the world without me and mine movies , it would be a better place, which is my fault since I entered there in that school, that he is now like that, and that everything I do and what I will do will be useless and never remembered, that I will be alone forever ... "hearing those words Billy was shocked ... how could a person be so cruel, Billy is the first to keep the image of a "bad boy" he was a bit rude but never cruel, put him first, and he knew he was alone a cover, so much so that he apologized every time ... he knew that in the world most of the managers were slimy, cruel and profiteers, he had a couple of them close to his misfortune, but never so cruel, for what he remembers ..

BJC: "don't listen to it ... YOU UNDERSTAND IT !? DON'T LISTEN TO IT! FORGET WHAT IT SAID TO YOU! YOU'RE A WONDERFUL PERSON, MAKE GOOD TO ALL, IF YOU ARE FAMOUS DON'T LET YOU FAME THAT YOU CONSUME IT .. NOT LIKE ... MYSELF ARE YOU AN EXCEPTIONAL PERSON LIL 'BRO, AND DON'T ALLOW ANYONE SOMEONE TO TELL YOU THE OPPOSITE !? "

SW: "whoa! Calm friend! I understand but don't scream!"

BJC: "tell me you understand!"

SW: "I understand! I understand! Geez ... you're worse than my mother when she scolded us because the cookies were gone * laughs * remember?"

BJC: "* laughs in turn * pffft how could I not remember? That time in addition to the stomach ache we got a good scolding"

SW: "which theoretically I only caught it because you didn't see it" * they laugh together *

SW: "Billy..thank you..I appreciate it very much that you are close to me..I also really appreciate the fact that Shanila and Rajeev are with their work, thank you .. please go tell her?"

BJC: "ok!" Billy went to tell a Shanila from the change of plans, while Spencer, intrigued by the story of the two people, looked at the security cameras and noticed that the two figures looked a lot like .. Lolo and Ponzi! Spencer chilled but did he force himself and check if they had moved something, noticed that they had put something in the glass and in the bottle? The same glass that Billy threw away! Most likely they had put in some powerful laxative and Billy had saved him! Cabbage! Upon his return Spencer would surely have embraced him very much and thanked him over and over again. He took the bottle and checked it, he noticed nothing suspicious ... until ... he heard footsteps. I thought it was Shanila but it wasn't. Two people entered the cabin with force, blocking Spencer by the arms and holding him still. Fortunately, the training sessions with Jessica and Billy were useful because he immediately got free and threw a bottle over him.hitting the man, he grabbed his video camera and turned it on so he had some proof, fortunately it was well hidden.

SW: "why do you do this? Go away or call security!"

Both: "you have ruined the image since you came to that school! You a loser, become famous! You deserve to suffer!" Spencer tried to escape but the woman stopped the door, the man took it from behind and the woman took the bottle. Billy, who in the meantime had warned Shanila, felt that something was wrong and immediately flew to Spencer. He heard a loud noise and a strangled rattle .. it was Spencer! He was lying on the floor coughing, he was pale ..

BJC: "SPENCER! SPENCER! WHAT YOU HAVE FRIEND! REPLY! BROTHER REPLY FOR THE LOVE OF MUSIC!"

SW: * coughs * bo..bo..bottle..inside there was some cyanide..the video camera..there are the tests..Billy..I have cold..so...stay with me .. * coughs * "

BJC: "cyanide ...? What is it? Hey buddy stay awake! I'm here with you! SPENCER! * Shakes him * Spencer was becoming paler ..

SW: "it is a poison * coughs * very deadly..is almost immediate effect .." Spencer started crying knowing that now there was nothing more to do..he was dying ..

SW: * crying * "hey .. friend .. apparently I won't be able to finish this movie this time eh?"

BJC * starts to cry * "don't ... don't even say it as a joke..you..you.you have to finish it you are the only one who can..hold on now take off to call for help and you will heal..start well"

SW: "against cyanide if you do not act immediately there is no way to save me .. * puts his hand on the transparent cheek of Billy * we had..we had planned to stay together until the end and beyond it? * Cries * you would have done by uncle to my children if I married.. real brother? "

BJC: "Uncle Billy ... does not sound bad" * he is not theremakes her not cry loudly * "please .. don't go .. stay with me..it's my fault. .I had to stay here..who I stuck not to go..and only my fault .."

SW: "hey .. hey..shh shh it's not your fault, if I hadn't thrown the glass I'd be so long and I wouldn't have had time to tell you things .."

BJC: "don't talk ... save your breath, surely Shanila will have seen that we are not back and now she is coming to us"

SW: "there is nothing to do .. but I want to tell you the same .. thanks .."

BJC: "for what?"

SW: "to be my brother..my best friend, to be our relative and to be back after what happened to you..thanks for having me * he cries * .. for giving me a wonderful life full of joy, fun and adventures .. please go ahead .. "

BJC: "how do you go on ... what does it mean? Spencer! Hold on!"

SW: "you .. * the voice starts to get lighter * you ..i love ya brother..i'll come to take..yo-- "Spencer could not finish the two sentences that his body went out under the eyes of Billy.. his little brother..his best friend in absolute... gone...turn off. Billy cried so loudly that he caught Shanila's attention, that when he saw Spencer's body he screamed, cried, and asked what had happened. Billy, in pain, picked up the video camera to give it to Shanila who would give it to the police..but what would it do? * fine flashback *

Billy woke up from that painful memory, remembering how at the funeral there were all the people that Spencer had done them good ... after his funeral Billy was crying for 9 months on his grave .. day and night, his mother (Billy's mother) approached him at the end of the last day of the ninth month and told him ...

Soleana: "my son ... stop just torture yourself like this you are not at fault ... be at peace, so you can be with him ... "

BJC: "I don't deserve it .."

SC: "?"

BJC: "I didn't deserve to have a brother like that! I don't deserve joy or eternal happiness! He...he has always taken care of me ... giving me a chance to have a "normal" life. To be my best friend and now ... now they took it away from me and I didn't do anything to stop it! I don't deserve anything! I deserve to suffer ... I ... I want him to come back! That we come back like we used to spend time together school to defend us from Ponzi! May he stay alive in prison! .. I ... may stay that way forever ... and only my fault ... "

SC: "it is not true! You do not deserve all this! My beloved son you have to let go of this pain ... it is not easy and I know it..but let it help you..It will be much easier for all of us"

BJC: "I ... I don't deserve to be your son ... to have a family like that ... I destroyed it ... I destroyed everything ... as always"

SC: "it's not true! I couldn't have asked for a better son than you * hugs hard *! You..you .. you have no fault..but if you want to stay a little alone I understand you, just .. please remember that you I will visit every 2 days ok? "Billy nodded, took the camera and the pendant and went home.

From that moment on, Billy spent all his time keeping the house tidy, at least trying to comfort, even as a ghost, Spencer's parents and then one day they decided to leave for some time ... the paper said 3 months on vacation ... who could blame them? Leaving him alone for 3 months. His mother often came to visit him, to compliment his work ... but nothing moved him ... it was destroyed. His mother noticed that he was holding Ponzi's spare wig, the one they had both taken for a little revenge, but they would have returned it if it wasn't already he had another, and a bright feather ..

SC: "is that it?"

BJC: "I found it next to me when I was well ... I think it's some pigeon ..."

SC: "she's so bright and light. I doubt she's from some pigeon ... can I see her?" Billy nodded. The mother took the feather and inspected it better ... there was no doubt it was an angel's feather. He picked up the feather and felt pervaded by a warm force, that strength allowed him to see ... Spencer! He was trying to get close to him but his pain was so strong that it formed a barrier. Seen this, he put down the feather and said aloud ..

SC: "you did a great job, I advise you to go to REST and to DREAM a few things, maybe you could do things you couldn't do before!"

BJC: * strums the wrong rope * "ouch mum! I understand there is no need to scream! I go! ... night .."

SC: "night my love..I hope that in your dreams you will find a bit of serenity and awareness .."

BJC: "?"

SC: "nothing my love .. now rests" Ghosts generally do not normally dream like before but "dream" their memories of when they were alive .. and for sure Billy did not dream of good things for a while or at least yes but...they all turned into nightmares because of the pain. Soleana went into the kitchen and heard a sweet voice that said "thank you". Billy closed his eyes, clutching the feather so soft and the wig ... he began to dream. He dreamed of the moments he spent with Spencer, when he was small and when he was a teenager .. but those dreams were distorted with a thousand voices around him that always repeated to him: "it's your fault! You left him alone! You don't deserve anything!You deserve to suffer forever like a ghost and not to be with him in the light! You don't deserve it! You won't stay with him ... NEVER! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED FOREVER ! "Billy moved frantically, suffering in his own memories, blaming himself for something he had no blame for ... blocking him there ... until the feather in his hands lit up, opening a gash in Billy's nightmares and bringing him with himself in a brighter spot. "Billy looked around and noticed that his" colors "came back to him when he was alive. He felt strangely good but still aching ... and then he saw a figure on the horizon. very familiar and could not believe it .. that figure noticed it very quickly, smiled at him, held out his arms forward to say "run to hug me tool-box!", and it was wrapped in that same light .. it was .. Spencer! His little brother ... his best friend returned to being 14 again, he was there with open arms just for him. Billy was about to take off from him ... but he remembered that he didn't deserve it, and everything started to do new darkness but this time, Spencer ran to him holding him close, and the shadows disappeared. Billy burst into a loud cry ...

BJC: "little brother .. are you ... really you? I'm not dreaming?"

SW: "shhh yes big brother I am, in your dreams but I am really I * hugs him more and more strongly *"

BJC: "leave me please! I don't deserve anything .. it's just my fault .. it's my fault!"

SW: "tool box is not your fault for anything ... don't you remember? I told you no?"

BJC: "It's not true! It's just my fault. I have to stay close to you! I deserve to suffer!" Spencer heard them saying, he squeezed Billy more and stroked his back and told him it wasn't like that. Billy calmed down a little but still wept bitterly until he asked him in tears ..

BJC: "Why are you here? Why aren't you in Heaven? What is this place?"

SW: "I'm here for you, to come I asked the angels if it was possible for me to come and get you, they said yes, it would have taken a while, and I had to pass the barrier you created, but I could ... if I could. This is a sort of room where the light of your dearest dreams is not reached by the shadows, so they explained it to me "

BJC: "What do you mean to me? Are you an angel now.. little brother?"

SW: * hugs him even more * I told you, or at least I tried, that I would come and pick you up and wait for you and say that I'm not yet "

BJC: "I ... I ... I don't deserve it! I'm a bad person! I've hurt everyone! I deserve to suffer not being with you and being happy forever!" Spencer denied all the statements he had said and he explained that up there they knew what Billy really was like, they had seen his pain, which is why they immediately allowed him to go and get him and explained to him also why he had become a ghost ... not for eternal punishment, no ghost, unless he wants it, he remains on earth forever, sooner or later when they have learned their lesson and carried out the mission, they go beyond ... Billy had learned the first two lessons: to say to love another person besides himself; being able to learn to live normally and recognize their mistakes by trying to remedy them; being close to the people you love and ... letting go of the pain inflicted not on his own account but on other people. Billy hadn't even learned this last thing until Spencer said ...

SW: "I would never have gone without you..from anywhere paradisiacal and beautiful it could be..I missed you more than my life big brother..I now take you with me..in Heaven .. you won't be alone anymore .. we'll always be together and .. "

BJC: "will we still play like we used to?"

SW: "yes"

BJC: "and will we be inseparable as it used to be?"

SW: * laughs * "yes silly *

BJC: "and...and .."

SW: "yes, you can hug me as many times as you want, as long as you don't hold me too tight, * laughs *"

BJC: "aside * laughs with tears in the eyes *, will I be able to play my music? Will we also play like when we were little? Will I really be with you * crying *?" This time Spencer was crying

SW: "yes ... yes ... one hundred times yes and we will wait up there for the other people dear to us"

Having said these words, Billy got up and all the pain he had ... let him go, aware that they were right ... it wasn't his fault. Waking up, Billy stared at his mother, who came up to greet him, stroked him and said to him ...

SC: "you're ready .. let's go ... we'll see again" she kissed him on the warm forehead because now Billy was ready to go beyond ... but not alone ... he would never have gone alone in both cases in reverse... but with his brother. Spencer could finally appear, in addition to going into dreams, ahead of Billy and they both ran to hug hard. Billy and Spencer hugged their aunt / mother hard with the oath to see each other again when the time comes ... Billy and Spencer were enveloped in a warm light and lifted slightly into the air, slowly disappearing ... the two remained embraced by that light, laughing softly ...

SW: "Hey Billy you put me down * laughs *"

BJC: "no you forget it! * Laughs *" Billy had taken it and thrown it slightly like when they were little and started tickling his tummy and Spencer laughed .. he laughed so heartily that Billy laughed too and had no intention to stop ... they were happy..finally after so much pain suffered by the bullies, by crazy fans, by slimy principals..now they were finally together for eternity. They had kept the oath of a long time ago ... stay together forever in life and beyond. Spencer asked him if he wanted to bring things and see the rest of his family and friends and say hello to them before he left, Billy nodded. They took seeds from the flowers of the garden of their aunt / mother that were the most beautiful to plant them in Heaven, Billy's guitar and pendant, Spencer's photo album and video camera. They all greeted each other hugging them gently.

BJC: "Do you have any regrets?"

SW: 'just not having finished the film "

BJC: * laughs *

SW: "hey why are you laughing friend * rubs his head *?"

BJC "because your BFFE has finished the film"

SW: "whaaaaat !? How?"

BJC: "I directed, with the help of Shanila, the rest and .. violá!"

SW: "Billy you are the best! * He jumps on him hugging him and giving him the punch *"

BJC: "I know! * Bulb in the head *"

SW: "because you have that look..oh no ...no..do not allow yourself "

BJC: * tickles his belly *

SW: "no..pfft..hahahaha stop * laughs * as they ascended to Heaven, Billy started playing with Spencer as when they were little, tickling each other and a sort of" war "started. Spencer broke free and he began to do it himself, only he didn't stop easily ...

BJC: "ppfft..hahahaha Spencer! Stop! I suffer it! * bent in two and began to laugh like when Spencer made him laugh with that application that simulated the mouth of the zombie * "their laughs were so pure and so full of joy that children of they heard and said ..

Children: "Mom! Mom! The sky laughs!"

MB: "you know, it is said that when the sky laughs, it is because two pure souls who want an infinity of good, have gone up to Heaven "

B: "so this means that two souls are in Heaven?"

MB: "yes, but I think that for how the sky shines, they are two souls who have suffered in life and are now finally together .."

SC: "together again for eternity..so how was it supposed to be..you, after all, you swore it when you were little.two brothers, best friends, that even if distant relatives..you wanted an infinity of good .. sharing that good with everyone ... now only an eternity of joy and happiness awaits you ... my angels ". In Heaven, Spencer and Billy played with all the joy they had inside ... not ceasing to laugh, hug and fly together with each other, and with all the other angels, in the clouds ... in a place where no one would ever do them of the hurt, wounded or other ... where they would have waited for their family ... the two brothers had finally gone to Heaven together, remaining together again for eternity ... from then on,every time they played laughing, the sky released a shining powder on their loved ones, making them feel the same happiness they had given them and continue to give.

End...?

Extra :

BJC :" hey Spence' how end the story? "

SW : " ? "

BJC : " the story about the little angel and of the his little child friend..how end? "

SW : " tecnically never end..has a first ending for the main story part one "

BJC : " ook I don't know what mean , but for the moment?how end? I'm curious *puppy eyes *

SW : " never change BJC eh ?*giggle *"

BJC : " nope never *leans on Spencer's right shoulder with half-closed eyes ready to listen to the story* "

SW : " do you remember where we can stop? "

BJC : " at the sad part "

SW : " well..the story end that..." under their cherry tree in Heaven, which shook the flowering branches in the wind, Spencer told the end of the story he was telling Billy when they were on Earth, but in reality that story really has no end .. because even though they are now up there, the adventures and stories with them will not cease to exist and be created, starting from there too with them there will still be many adventures, who knows ... maybe even back on Earth ... no? everything is possible with two brothers-best friends like them...

The stories never end...

[paladin-andric]

Happily Ever Afters: Eignach

In honor of the upcoming holidays, I’m going to be posting some Christmas related stories! Up first is the journey of Eignach, the urchin from Genmere who somehow found all his dreams coming true. Below are two perspectives, one of how hard he had it as a child, and one many years later, celebrating the holidays with his love. His tale is surprisingly inspiring now; when I first wrote him he was just “Razorwing’s bf”. It’s nice to look back and see how much he’s developed, both in my setting and as his own person. Read under the cut.

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“Hiya, mister Jacob!

A small, all black koutu ran up to the store counter, hopping excitedly. Even with jet black feathers all over the koutu’s body Jacob could tell he was filthy. In addition, he wore a sleeveless shirt and shorts, both gray, dirty and torn.

The bearded man behind the counter gave him a smile. “Aah, Eignach! How are you today?”

“Oh, good I guess!” the child answered back bashfully. “Erm, so I was wondering if you had anything for me today…?” Eignach stared up at the man with wide, hopeful eyes.

Jacob knew this child well. Eignach was a common sight in this less well-off part of the city. Genmere was pretty well-off, being the capital city of Geralthin and the trade hub of the known world, but that didn’t stop the occasional bout of hard luck…especially when it came to orphans.

Eignach was one such orphan, having lost his parents to a monster attack outside the walls. With no other family and no one to take care of him, he ended up on the street. The orphanages of Genmere were already full due to a recent war up north, and so none could take him in.

Jacob sighed. He didn’t need the help, and he’d rather spare the money, but he wasn’t about to leave this kid without a way to make money. He needed it to buy food, to stay alive…

“Well, I suppose my yard’s a bit of a mess. Think you could water it and pull the weeds?”

“Sure thing, mister Jacob! I’d love to!”

Eignach bolted towards the back door, fidgeting excitedly as Jacob plodded over. The adult unlocked the door and headed outside, where the back of his property lay in relative disuse. He barely came back here and it showed. The yard was mostly empty save a few tools lying about, and a small, short fence was all that separated it from the streets.

Jacob looked down and picked up a large, heavy pail full of stagnant water. It had been sitting there for weeks, but…

“Alright, just dump this around the yard, I guess. Don’t go drinking it though, you’ll get sick!”

He thrust the huge pail into Eignach’s talons, who quickly buckled and strained as he tried to keep it held up. “Urg, hng…s-sure thing, mister Jacob!”

“Once you’re done, pull out all those weeds, and all those dandelions and clovers too.”

“Y-you got it, sir!”

“Take your time. I’ll be inside. If you need anything, let me know, alright?”

“Y-you bet!”

“Alright, I’ll come back to see how you’re doing later! Pace yourself, now!”

Jacob entered the store again and closed the door behind him. He trusted Eignach, not that there was really anything for the child to steal back there anyway.

The shop owner sat down behind the counter and kicked his feet up, taking the papers he left there and beginning to flip through them.

Huh…this Razorwing fellow just killed ANOTHER dragon. Been hearing his name a lot lately…a lotta dopes wanting to be adventurers come through here, but he sounds like the real deal. Hmm…a crash in the chocolate market? That’s odd…trade wars with the Federation? Dumb turtles…huh! Says here a paladin just vanquished some cult, too. Lotta weird things going on lately…

Jacob continued thumbing through the news that the Drake Express had published, noting that while news had been slow for a long while, things had been ramping up the past year.

More heresies, buncha incidents on the human-koutu border, strange happenings in the south…hmm…what’s going on, I wonder?

Jacob’s casual perusal was interrupted by what sounded like shouting. Very loud shouting, by several different voices…coming from his back yard.

“What the hell…?”

He quickly put the papers down and stood up, hurrying over to the back door and throwing it open.

The sight before him was not what he had expected.

Eignach was surrounded by a large group of boys, all older and bigger than himself. He was on his knees, cowering as they pulled and hit him.

“It hurts! Stop! Stop it!”

“What are you gonna do about it, birdy? Squawk? Come on, squawk for me.”

“Please…”

Jacob’s face was beet red as he opened his mouth and bellowed “HEY!” at the top of his lungs.

The children all froze and turned to look at the furious man. He was quite tall and imposing in appearance, but this angry he was something else.

“You little rats! I oughta whip you all half to DEATH!”

The human children all yelled and began scurrying, jumping over the fence and rushing back into the city. The man ran to the fence and raised his fist in the air.

“If I ever catch you here again, I’ll give you the beating of your life!”

“I’m telling father!” one of the well-to-do boys called back.

“Then I’ll beat his ass too, you little snot-nosed brat!”

Jacob sighed and shook his head as the last of the children vanished into the city. He turned and looked over at the koutu, walking over and kneeling down next to him. He extended his hand. “Are you okay, Eignach?”

The crow sniffled as he accepted the man’s help, getting pulled to his feet and then staggering over to the tree stump in the middle of the yard. His shirt had a new tear, larger than all the others. His face grew wet as he began to cry.

“M-mister Jacob? W-why is everyone…so mean?”

“They’re idiots, Eignach. Don’t think about them.”

The child wiped at his face, looking more crestfallen than Jacob could ever remember him looking. “I-I hate it here…”

“I know, I know. It’s gonna be alright, Eignach.”

“I miss mother and father…”

Jacob’s face grew sullen at those words. He knew Eignach’s story, and his heart was heavy at the reminder of it.

“T-the guards don’t let me back in my house. They said it’s not ours anymore, that mother and father are gone. I don’t understand…did they leave because they hate me?”

The man’s eyes went wide. “N-no, no, Eignach! They don’t hate you! Of course they don’t! They’re your parents! They love you!”

“T-then why don’t they come back?”

So young, so innocent…Jacob could only look down and try his best to comfort him. “They can’t. It’s not their choice. They were forced. They miss you, Eignach, just like you miss them. If it was up to them they’d be here right now.”

“I wish they were…I wish they were here with me…I wish they’d protect me…”

The shop owner felt a great deal of pity for the little misfit. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to find a place to call his own, and sought out nice adults like Jacob for guidance and validation. “They wish they were too, Eignach…but you have to stay strong for them, alright? They want you to be happy.”

“I’m not happy.”

Jacob nearly started crying too. Here was a small, young child, at his most important moments in life, where he would be shaped into the man he would be when he grew up, when he should be learning and growing and having fun and living with friends and family…and he was a homeless urchin without a soul to bond with, doing hard labor to scrape by, sleeping in back alleys and crying to himself when the other kids bullied him.

Eignach seemed surprised when Jacob leaned down and gave him a hug. Jacob was surprised, too, but for a different reason.

…man, this kid STINKS.

The crow child sniffled and accepted the hug, wings wrapping around the man.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jacob assured him. Eignach could only barely keep himself from breaking down like this.

“Y-you’ll be my friend, right, Jacob?”

“Of course.”

They remained like this for a while longer, Eignach not wanting to let go. It gave him vague memories of years ago, when his family was still alive, and his mother would lovingly cradle him and whisper lullabies to him…

He felt a little cold and alone when Jacob broke the hug, but when he looked up the warm smile the man was giving him put him at ease. “Say, Eignach, forget the weeds. Why don’t you come with me? I think you deserve an easy day after all that.”

The koutu wiped his eyes. “W-what do you mean?”

“I mean we’ll take you to the bathhouse, get you and your clothes washed, I’ll treat you to dinner, and rent you an inn room for the night. How does that sound?”

Eignach’s eyes lit up. “T-that sounds wonderful!”

“Great! Come on, let’s get started. You reek!”

“Sure thing, mister Jacob!”

The crow eagerly followed the shopkeep back inside, eyes alight as he considered the day ahead. No dirt in his feathers, fresh clothes, a full stomach and a roof over his head…

…maybe someday, he could live like that every day.

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Many years later...

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Winter Music

The living room was warm, both in color and temperature. A roaring fire before the couch and a smattering of themed decorations around the carpeted room gave a lovely, inviting appearance where once could relax in a harmonious setting.

Outside, snow fell from the sky in a great flurry, and the darkness was only broken by distant lights on the horizon. The snow had piled up quite a bit on the ground, not a twig or blade of grass in sight. It must have been utterly freezing, but inside, it was as if one was in a different world.

Two koutu stood beside one another before the tree. It was decorated in various ornaments, some purchased, some handmade. It was tradition to bring in a tree for the day that awaited them tomorrow. This was a cultural side effect of the decision the koutu made to embrace humanity’s faith. Tomorrow was Creation Day, a religious observance of God’s kindness and mercy, and now the koutu celebrated it just the same as humans.

The tree had been brought in by hand, and Razorwing had wowed Eignach with his great might, cutting down and carrying in the thing with little effort.

Now, with all the other decorations in place, the small crow stepped forward and offered the final piece to complete the tree. Eignach, smiling widely, rose his arms to place it upon a high branch.

A large, ornamental heart, with the heads of two avians resting against one another inside.

He stepped back to admire it, and the tree as a whole. Razorwing put an arm around his shoulder.

“Looks wonderful, eh?”

“Sure does,” he answered quietly.

The pair of them stood admiring the tree for a while, other thoughts in their minds forgotten. It had been quite a journey up to this point. So many long years as orphans, the adventuring on Razorwing’s part and the skulking the streets in disguise on Eignach’s part, both many miles apart in different kingdoms…

How did fate allow them to be together like this?

“Hey…” Eignach’s voice was hesitant and shaky.

“Yes?”

“Do you…do you think it’ll be like this…forever?”

Razorwing turned and looked at the younger man. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…us. I spent my entire life never having seen you, on the streets of Genmere, wandering around without a home, without a purpose, a-and all of a sudden…I have a home. I have…a place I belong. It’s strange…I never knew what it was like to have a home, or a family, or a love, or anything…I’m just curious…is this how life is supposed to be? It feels too good to be true.”

Razorwing gave him a warm smile and pulled him closer. “Of course it is. You were just unlucky…as I was. I had to claw myself to this position, and it’s not one I intend to throw away. You know I’ll never leave, and we’ve been over this before…you’re not a guest anymore; you’re family. This is your home, too. We’ll live here as long as we’re together, and I get the feeling that’s not going to end in this life or the next.”

Eignach felt his eyes watering. He dove into Razorwing, pulling him into a tight hug as he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the other man’s shirt.

Razorwing’s expression softened, and he returned the hug, looking down at the crow latched onto him. He patted his back and let out a quiet “You’re safe,” as the other koutu quivered.

“Y-you are too,” Eignach said, his voice muffled by all the cloth and feathers.

“Hmm?”

“I love you, Domnall.”

The utterance of that name broke Razorwing’s stoic visage for a moment. Only two people in the world knew him by that name; Eignach…and the one that abused him in his younger years.

Admitting the truth of his life before “Razorwing” and giving him his real name was a massive amount of trust that Razorwing had placed in Eignach…and he had no reason to believe that trust would ever be broken.

His smile returned as he remembered where he was. The old bag of bones and feathers would never trouble him again. Like the crow had just said, he was safe here, with him.

“I love you too, Eignach.”

In a world of their own, the pair embraced on this most holy day of kindness and love.

[iliketowrite1996]

Alphabet Soup

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- bullying, natural hair seen as bad, lying, and mentions of teenage years, cheating, comfort, break ups, disappointment, heartbreak, child lost in store

I did a lot of this based off of my own experience, as well as experiences. Some of my friends and others have gone through these as well.

Memories between T’Challa and Autumn- from groundings to first dates to tears to smiles.

I’ve seen a few alphabet stories like this and decided to give it a try! The plot is original though!

@wakanda-inspired, @syreanne, @chaneajoyyy and @bidibidibombaclaat were huge helps with this!

A

   Autumn Elizabeth Udaku was born on a hot and steamy July day. Her parents are overjoyed whether arrival, tears streaming down both of their cheeks as they thank Bast for the new addition to their family.

   When he’s placed on Nakia’s chest, Nakia falls in love SHe whispers to her baby girl, promising to protect her and to love her as long as she lives. For the rest of her life, Autumn Elizabeth Udaku will be the love of her life.

   Autumn’s baba  is no different. He holds her timidly but carefully. Promises her that if he is half of the baba to her that T’Chaka Udaku is to him, then she’ll grow up just fine. The weight of the world is simultaneously on his shoulder and in his arms. Because he knows that he'd do anything to protect this little girl and to make sure that she knows just how loved she truly is.

B

   ‘’Say ‘baba’! You can do it, Autumn!’’

   Autumn gives her baba a toothless, drooly grin as he holds her hands and has her stand on his chest.

   The duo are in the floor of the living room, letting Nakia et some extra sleep. The four month old is spending time with T’Challa, who so rarely gets to see her during the day since he works in an office.

   ‘’Say, ‘baba’!’’

   She giggles and squeals, letting out unintelligible gurgles as she does so.        

   She’s been in this world for only four months, and T’Challa is so in love with being a baba. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still terrified. But he's mastered changing diapers and getting her babyformual just the right temperature and not crying when she gets her shots and begins to cry herself.

   So maybe he is still new to this Baba thing, but something tells him that he’s doing a pretty good job.

   He holds onto that thought five minutes alter wehn Autumn spits up on his face.

C

   Cradles are hard to put together.

   They’re even harder to put together when your wife is fixing you a judgemental glare from across the room.

   ‘’Eh, Nakia. Don’t look at me like that!’’

   ‘’It’s been an hour, T’Challa.’’

   ‘’I’d like to see you try, entle.’’

   ‘’I offered, husband. You claimed you could do it.’’

   ‘’You never know until you try,right?’’

   ‘’How long are you planning on trying?’’

   ‘’Nakia.’’

   ‘’Hm?’’

   ‘’Be quiet.’’

   She laughs loud and hard, before pressing a kiss to his lips and standing, with his help.

   She’s halfway into the kitchen when she hears a pained cry of ‘’Crap!’’ and the hammer falling to the floor.

D

   T’Challa enrols Autumn in dance class when she’s three-years-old. His other and dad suggested it so that Autumn Could have some sort of after-school activity, and because she clearly likes to dance.

   She’s all dressed in her pink leotard, pink tutu, pink tights, and pink shoes. Her curls are brushed up, and Shuri even gifted her a little net to put over the bun.

   She’s holding onto T’Challa’s hand as she stands at the door of the dance studio, watching others file in.

   ‘’Are you ready, intomba?’’

   ‘’Daddy, you come too?’’

   ‘’Of course. I’ll be right outside watching you,’’ he tells her earnestly, and that seems to be enough for the young dancer.

   Later that night, the dynamic duo will dance two Disney songs, T’Challa holding his daughter close as her giggles and the tunes form some movie about a princess fill the room.

   When she dances with him sometime later and wears a white dress, she’ll recall this as one of her favorite memories with T’Challa.

E

   ‘’Enough,’’ T’Challa sighs, taking Autumn's spoon and bowl for her.

   The two-year-old has squashed bananas and oatmeal all over the floor, and he’s stepped on it in his sock clad foot.

   How she got the food into her hair, he’ll never know. He can see gunks of food in ehr afro puffs. It’s not even nine yet, and he’s already tired.

   Nakia is not here, though, so he’s the only one that can clean it up and get Autumn cleaned and to N’Jadaka so that he can watch her.

   ‘’Let’s go get you dressed. Again,’’ Autumn tells his daughter lifting her out of her high chair as he discards the soiled rag he’d used to clean the floor, ‘’We’re gonna go see Erik?’’

   ‘’Erik?’’

   Other than her parents, Erik is her favorite person He play fights with her, picks her up and plays ‘’Spaceship’’ with her, talks in silly voices with her when he reads her stories.

   She’s his world, and he is a large part of hers.

   ‘’That’s right!,’’ T’Challa says.

   Autumn claps then, excitement radiating from her features at the thought of seeing her best friend.

   That’s the moment that makes T'Challa forget all about how hectic the morning was.

   Because this little girl right here is a calming force, even when she’s the biggest change in his life.

   And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

F

   ‘’Family,’’ Miss Jackson, ‘’Starts with ‘F’. Who are some people i our families?’’

   The other children all scream ,’’Mommy’’, and Autumn fills a pit in the bottom of her stomach.

   She has a mommy, but her mommy works farr from home. She was here to drop her off for her first day of preschool and they got pie together after school, but she's  not her now. Autumn isn’t even gonna see her for a bazillion more years! (It’s three weeks but try telling that to a toddler).

   She ponders this on the way home, and it makes her much too quiet.

   T’Challa notices.

   ‘’Intomba, what is wrong?’’

   She looks up at him, tear glistening in her eyes and threatening to spill over and down her round little cheeks, ‘’I miss mommy.’’

   T’Challa’s hear breaks for his daughter, and he picks her up.    

   She’s too young to understand the concept of divorce and the nature of Nakai’ job as a traveling author. He just knows she’s missing her mommy, and he wishes he could take that pain away.

   ‘’I know, intomba,’’ he kisses her cheek, ‘’Baba is here, though.’’

   ‘’Will mommy be back soon?’’

   ‘’In three weeks. We can count down the days together, Autumn, if you’d like.’’

   She nods then, wiping her eyes and throwing her arms around T’Challa’s neck and pressing her head against his shoulder.

   He carries her home like that, the young girl eventually falling asleep.

   Later in her life, Autumn will recall just how loved he made her feel and you'll realize that she didn't have her mom there all of the time, but she did, just like the other kids, have a family that loves her more than anything.

   And she loves them, too.

G

   ‘’Grandma, grandpa!,’’ Autumn giggles as Ramonda  and T’Chaka press kisses to her cheeks. SHe’s been gone for a week, having taken a longer trip with akai than usual. Why haven't seen the six-year-old in what feels like forever, and it shows. T’Challa watches on in amusement as her grandmother smothers her hair down, before removing the hair ties to redo them ‘’better’’ than T’Challa did.

   ‘’Tell me, lovely. How was your trip?’’

   ‘’I had so much fun with mommy! We went to the zoo, and we went to see a musical, and…’’

   She continues on and on, letting her grandparents know about her exciting spring break as they bond with her.

   It isn’t until later, when she is asleep with her head on T'Challa's shoulder that the room is silent. Her grandparents gently lay her on the couch, glad to have her visit for the night.

   Gone is the baby that came home wailing from the hospital. A beautiful, smart, kind little girl lies in her place.

   Time goes on and things change, btu T’CHaka and Ramonda will always admire that in her.

   Tomorrow they’ll take her to school and go to work.

   And by the end of the da. Autumn Udaku will have three new outfits and two nre toys waiting for her on her next visit.

H

   Hair.

   Autumn Udaku has been blessed with lots of hair.

   Autumn Udaku has been blessed with lots of coarse, thick hair, and T'Challa is trying to navigate his way through it.

   He silently wishes he’d paid more attention after Nakia let her hair grow out a bit, before she cut it. Because his daughter has thicker hair than hers, but it’s about the same length that hers was before she cut it.

   ‘’Baba, it hurts,’’ the four year old whines.

   He’s used to throwing it into a bun, because that in and of itself is work and she’s impatient.

   ‘’Baba is sorry, intomba. But we have to get this done.’’

   She nods and gives him a thumbs up but whines and winces when T’Challa attempts to detangle a section.

   When she’s fourteen years old, she comes home and begs him to let her take the twists out of her hair. She tells him about how the kids at her high school made fun of it. That she wants shiny, long, straight hair like the other girls, like her friends.

   When she is sixteen, she straightens . She spends all day flipping it over her shoulder and running her fingers through it. It’s beautiful and all, but it doesn’t feel like her. Her friend Vanessa, who relaxes her hair and loves it, asks her why she doesn't go natural again.

   She’s seventeen years old when T’Challa helps her detangle her hair, a year after she’s done the big chop and is getting used to her afro again.

   She’s eighteen when she sees her hair the way T’Challa hs seen it all along- thick, coarse, full, and beautiful.

   That’s a lesson she’ll later carry on and pass onto her own daughter, but that's another story for another day.

I    

   ‘’I love you’’ is written is squiggly letters, and five year old AUtumn udaku beams up at her baba as he holds the valentine.

   She’s dressed in her red pants and pink sweater and those black rain boots she loves so much.

   Her hair is in two pigtails, courtesy of Erik last night.

   ‘’Thank you, intomba. I love it,’’ T’Challa bends,tying her shoes and pressing a kiss to her forehead, ‘’Now, let’s get ready. You don’t want to miss kindergarten today!’’

   She nods excitedly before rushing off to grab her Iron Man bookbag (courtesy of Tony Stark himself) so she can match her ‘’boyfriend’’, Damien.

   He messages his girlfriend, confirming their plans for later before Autumn returns.

   ‘’I got one for Ms. Lillian, too! She’s the aid. I have one for Ms. Good and...and Ayesha and Damien and Naomi and Natalie-’’

   ‘’Alright,’’ Autumn chuckles, ‘’Well, let’s get going. Come on, intomba.’’

   The duo match down he walks, making their way to the elementary school in record time.

   Later, when he gets too his office, he puts the valentine in a spare frame for all to see.

   It’s the best gift he's gotten all day,and probably one of the best gifts that he will receive all day.

L

   ‘’Lying is wrong, Autumn.’’

   She looks down ashamed, brown eyes trained on the floor as she fiddles with her little fingers as she does so.

   ‘’People don't like lying, Autumn, It means that they can’t trust you anymore.’’

   The four-year-old has been caught lying. She said that she didn’t put all of the glitter on the floor, but she did do so. T'Challa sure wasn’t using glitter while he painted.

   He’s more upset that she looked him in the eye and told him that it wasn’t her than he is about the glitter, mind you. He doesn’t want to raise her to believe that she can or has to lie to hi,

   He stands then, so he’s not at her leave anymore, ‘’I’m disappointed in you, Autumn. I don’t want to speak with you for awhile. Go to your room.’’

   She does so, and sit on her bed, fiddling with her paper dolls.

   It’s an hour later that she emerges from the room in tears, seeking her baba out to apologize.

   ‘’I’m sorry I spilled the glitter and l-lied,’’ she whimpers before T’Challa sighs, picking he rup and pressing kisses to her cheeks.

   ‘’Apology accepted. I love you, you know that, yes?’’

   She nods frantically before wiping her tears on her sleeves, ‘’I love you, too.’’

   It’s a valuable lesson, one that she  appreciates later, even if she doesn't fully understand it now.

   For now, sitting with her baab and discussing why lying is wrong- he teaches her a lesson and she spends time with him.

   So, for the two Udaku’s, it’s a good time.

M

   Autumn is ten years old when she gets her first manicure, courtes of her Auntie Shuri.    

   She’s ten years old when she flaunts it at Sunday dinner, and Erik and Romanda and even T’Chaka compliment it.

   It’s also a moment when T’Challa realizes that she’s growing up. HIs little girl is in fifth grade and she’s not so little anymore.

   Is that tightening in his stomach normal?

   He decides that, okay, she’s growing up and she needs some girl time. So when nakia visits, he pays for the du to have a whole spa weekend to themselves. With her starting school in a month, it’s a little time for them to spend together.

   He doesn’t know it for many years, but she's’ forever grateful that he gave up his Daddy-Daughter Saturday with her to let her spend some time with her mom.

   It’s the day that she realizes this- if she does end up falling in love and getting married, she hopes that hat man is as nice as her baba.

N

‘’No.’’

‘’Baba! I am fifteen years old. I just want to go to the movie with my friend.’’

‘’Yeah, your boyfriend.’’

‘’No, space in between. Boy who is a friend. Damien Stark isn’t into me!’’

That boy is in love with her, and it’s as clear as day. He doesn't tell her that, though, knowing that the almost sixteen-year-old has a crush on the young man as well.

‘’Autumn, no. I’m sorry, but I don't feel comfortable with you doing that.’’

‘’All you ever say is no!,’’ she whines, and T’Challa fixes her with a stern look.

‘’Watch your tone,young lady,’’ he reminds her, and she quickly gets herself in check.

‘’Baba, please. You know me,a d you know Damien. No one else wants to see this movie. Can I please, please go?’’

T’Challa grains, knowing that he’s being unreasonable. Damien Stark is a perfectly nice young man.

Then again, that’s what T’Challa appeared to be and he was a teenage boy once, too.

On the other hand, Damien wouldn’t hurt Autumn and T’Challa trusts him.

So he agrees.

And he sits right in between the two, an annoyed Autumn and an amused Damien enjoying their first non date with their parental chaperone sitting right in the middle of them and holding the popcorn bucket.

O

It’s on an October day when Autumn is seven years old that T’Challa gets the call to come pick her up from the principal’s office because there's been a fight.

He leaves the office in a hurry, giving a half-baked explanation to his boss before rushing to the school.

There he finds his second grader sitting in the chair of the principal’s office, arms folded. Her body is tense and rigid, but her face is calm and serene.

He recognizes that.

She’s calming herself down, and it always starts with her facial expression.

‘’Mr. Udaku,’’ the principal clears his throat, ‘’There’s been a bit of a scuffle.’’

‘’She fought another student?!’’

‘’No,’’ the man clear his throat again, ‘’She got into a argument with a teacher.’’

T’Challa looks at his daughter in surprise, but she is actively avoiding his gaze.

‘’About what,’’ he finally takes his eyes off his daughter to look to the older man in front of them.

‘’Her hair.’’

T’Challa blinks once, twice, again.

‘’What about her hair?’’

Autumn's hair is very curly, very thick, and very dark. It falls to her shoulders in tight, kinky coils.

‘’A student in the back complained about not being able to see, and the teacher suggested that Autumn cut her hair.’’

‘’And I told her I’m not doing it,’’ Autumn huffs.

‘’Watch your tone,’’ T’Challa gently reminds her, ‘’Well, where is the teacher?’’

‘’She is teaching her class of course.’’

‘’Well, where is her punishment for telling a seven-year-old to cut her hair?’’

‘’Mr. Udaku, please do try to be reasonable. If it is prohibiting another student from learning, then-.’’

‘’You told my child that she should cut her hair and I should be more reasonable?’’

It goes back and forth like this for a while. T’Challa demands to know who gave this woman the right to tell his daughter to cut her hair, how it is possible disturbing someone who sits in the back.

‘’Sir, with all due respect… they sit in groups of four. Autumn is towards the back. SO how can’t that child se,’ ‘ T’Challa is seethig now.

‘’Mr. Udaku, I don’t tell the teacher how to run their classrooms,. Outside of bigger issues. Just like you don’t tell me what is and is not a problem,. I don’t tell you how to run your business or raise your daughter.’’

T’Challa breathes in and breathes out for a few moments.

‘’You’re right.’’

Autumn looks at T’Challa in betrayal before he stands, taking her hand and pulling her towards the door, ‘’I raise my daughter, and I decide what's best for her. At the moment. I don’t think that it is returning to this school. Have a good day, Mr. Bloom.’’

He guides his daughter out of the office, and she doesn’t cry until she’s home/ He pulls her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

‘’I don’t want you arguing with your teacher  like that, but I am so proud of you. You handled yourself well. Like a young adult.’

‘’Can we go get ice cream then,’’ she questions.

It’s then that he is reminded how young his daughter is, that today is probably a confusing and traumatic experience for her.

So, yeah. Ice cream for dinner this one time sounds just fine.

And it sounds just nice as a celebration the following Monday, when Tony Stark and T’Challa drop their kids off at school together, and Autumn is officially enrolled at the school that Damien Stark goes to.

P

Autumn’s playdates with Damien Stark have been more and more of a regular occurrence since the two got out for summer break. They'll be starting in the same kindergarten next week, and the two are still nearly inseparable.

‘’Mr. Udaku, I heard that when you go to kindergarten you learn how to read big words.’’

They can read their names and small, three letter sight words right now.

‘’You do, Damien! You are going to learn to read even more, make new friends, and lean a lot of neat things.’’

‘’Baba, does this mean that we are adults now,’’ Autumn asks, swinging her legs as she snacks on her animal crackers.

‘’No, intomba. You won't be adult for quite some time.’’

Thank goodness.

‘’So, Mr. Udaku,’’ Damien begins again, ‘’Does this mean me and Autumn will be able to teach you things?’’

Truth be told, he pair come to him, Pepper, or TOny with a new fact nearly every single day. SO, it’s not surprising f they do.

‘’You know, Damien. You just might.’’

The two finish their snacks and put the plates on the counter before running off, to pretend to be superheroes or knights or whatever it is they are pretending to be now.

They’re giggles ring through the backyard of Tony and Pepper’s place as the adults return from upstairs, with boxes of old clothes.

‘’These fit Dallas just fine. They should fit your new addition, too.’’

‘’Woah, woah, woah,’’ T’Challa laughs, ‘’No, this is for the clothing drive at my work. I’m not ready for another child yet, Pepper.’’

Autumn is a delight, but she is a handful on her own.

Still, later that night, when he’s with his loving girlfriend, he does entertain the thought of another child. A child with her.

Suddenly, the pitter patter of another set of tiny feet doesn't sound too bad.

Q

‘’She’s definitely going to win prom queen, Mr. Udaku. She’s so popular. Everyone likes her!’’

‘’Damien is exaggerating, baba.’’

Autumn is currently standing in front of T’Challa, her grandmother fussing with the mint blue fabric of her floor length, ball gown prom dress.

She's seventeen years old, in the last stretch of her senior year of high school. T’Challa is watching Damien Stark nervously pull at hsi amtching cumberband while Pepept Potts- Stark and Tony Stark take pictures of the duo.

They’ve officially been dating for seven months, but they’ve been together longer than that, T’Challa has watched them dance around each other for years, and it’s nice to see them finally be happy together.

Damien already knows the rules, and they all revolve around respecting Autumn and having her home no later than one. Yes, he is being lenient. Yes,all involved are surprised.

He has amount where he’s fixing Autumn’s corsage on her wrist while Tony and Pepper smooth out Damien’s tuxedo.

‘’You look like your mom.’’

She beams at that, thanking T’Challa before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

‘’I’ll be home no later than one, baba. I promise.’’

‘’Have a good time, intomba.’’

‘’Not too good of a time, ‘’Shuri stage whispers from where she is holding her youngest daughter, ‘’I don’t want to be a great aunt any time soon.’’

‘’Auntie Shuri!’’

‘’Shuri!’’

‘’I’m just being honest; she winks before hugging her niece, ‘’Have a good time. Stay safe.’’’

With a nod, the two teenagers say their goodbyes and head off to Damien’s car.

The last thing they hear is the combined laughter of Autumn and Damien before they get into the car, ready to head off to the and enjoy the prom.

R

The rain beats down on the window. Autumn Udaku stares out of it as the little raindrops make a pitter patter sound against the glass.

T’Challa runs a hand up and down the fifteen year old’s back, comforting her.

‘’I don’t see why he broke up with me, baba,’’ she whispers, wiping her freshly fallen tears.

She’s no stranger to disappointment, but she’s never known heartbraka like this. To find her boyfriend of six months, Tyler, has been cheating on her with Lyssa Moore? It hurts, and it hurts bad.

So who’s shoulder does she cry on?

Her baba’s of course.

‘’Relationships are often hard, intomba.’’

‘’Is it because she’s like, smarter? Prettier? I thought I was just as smart and pretty, but…’’

‘’You are, Autumn. I know this hurts. I’ve been here before. The thing is, he doesn't realize what he had. You’re an amazing young woman, Autumn.’’

‘’Baba, you have to say that. You're my dad,’’ she shakes her head.

‘’Do you want me to, like, go over and talk to him?’’

She laughs for the first time all day, wiping the back of her hand against her cheeks as she gets rid of more falling tears.

‘’No, baba. Damien already took care of that.’’

‘’Good. I’d much rather stay here with you,’’ he admits, ‘’Come on. Let’s go watch some television and relax.’’

Autumn stands with another nod, and her abab guides her to the living room. They watch old movies and her tears of sorrow quickly becomes tears of joy.

T’Challa wishes that he could protect her from anything that would break her heart, and from anyone who would hurt her feelings, but he can’t. He can only love her ad be there for her with life’s inevitable bumps in the road.

Autumn knows this, too. She’s just grateful for the safety belt that is her baba.

In six months, she’ll go on her first date with Damien Stark.

She’ll be thankful that he was there to catch her when she fell, too.

S

T’Challa loses his daughter in the store, and it terrifies him. He’s calling her ame and searching frantically for his five year old daughter, Nakia doing the same.

His heart feels like it’ll  beat right out of his chest, his tongue feels like it is coated with sawdust, his stomach is doing flip flops.

That little girl is his whole world.

And he’s not sure what he will do if eh can’t find ehr.

Thankfully, Nakia finds her two minutes later, talking to some strangers about their groceries.

He’s scolding her for running off before eh and Nakia are both pressing kisses to her curls, thankful that she’s alright.

That night, they  both talk to her about wandering off. She’s already small for her age, and that worries them in public enough.

From then on, she holds onto her ababa’s hand or ries patiently in the cart as it fills up with food.

Twenty years later, history will repeat itself as Autumn loses her child. She will experience the same emotions, find her son six minutes later, and press kisses to his head the way her parents did to hers.

It is then that she’ll understand even more how much her ababa and mommy love her.

And it’ll be a lesson that will keep her afloat when she feels less than.

T

Time marches on and thrings change. Autumn has grown into a bright young woman. She’s succeeding at her career and she’s got her own place.

It’s when she's twenty years old hat Damien Anthony Stark pays T’Challa a visit, a little, velvet  in his coat pocket.

It’s ten after three when T’Challa gives his blessing, and Damien Stark seeks out Nakia.

Because he knows Autumn- she may not be old fashioned but her parents’ approval means a great deal to her.

It’s ten at night when T’Challa gets a message from Autumn, her and Damien beaming a the camera as she shows off the diamond ring that now takes residence on her ring finger..

And it’s at ten thirty that T’Challa goes to bed, for once grateful that time is marching on.

Because Autumn has turned into a beautiful, smart, kind, resourceful young woman.

And only time will tell just how she uses all of these things to change the world.

U

‘’Umbrella! Umbrella starts with ‘U’!’’

‘’Good job, Little Bit!’’

T’Challa and Erik and Shuri and Autumn and her baba’s girlfriend are all at the beach, enjoying a nice day at the beach.

The six year old is collecting seashells, placing them in the bucket as her family lounges under the blanket.

Years later, before the wedding, her bhabi and her mother and she will rush into the water,the waves lapping against them as they let out carefree laughs.

This easily one of her favorite places,and these memories will live on forever,

And she may just make more memories here with Damien Stark and a family of their own one day.

But that day is something far off, and right now, she’s content with putting seashells in buckets and spending time with her favorite people.

V

‘’I’m sorry. You want to be called what?’’

‘’Vivian.’’

T'Challa stares at his eight year old daughter as she sips on ehr soy milk, her hair back in two pigtails that move as she shifts back and forth.

‘’Why?’’

‘’So people will not make fun of my name,’’ she says matter of factly.

This has been an ongoing conversation of the past year. T'Challa knows that kids can be cruel, knows that his daughter has dealt with the hauntings of her classmates. So he agrees to call her ‘’Vivian’’ for the weekend to test it out.

She often forgets to respond, but Autumn eventually catches on and gets sued to being called ‘’Vivian’’.

It’s a week later that she decides she loves her name. Her cousin Erik ahs told her why her parents chose the name and she loves it.

Gone is ‘’Vivian’’ Udaku, and here to stay is Autumn Elizabeth Udaku.

For the world, that’s gonna have to be good enough.

Because it’s definitely good enough for her.

W

‘’Wakanda is so pretty,’’ her eyes widen as she stares at ll of the beautiful sights, food, clothing, items and people around her.

T’Challa and Nakia brought their child to Wakanda, to show her more of her heritage, to show them the land that they grew up in. She’s as overcome by the beauty of their home as they often are. She takes two learning everything, absorbing it like sht epsonge that she is.

She leaves the trip with three books about Wakanda, two dolls, two clothes with vibranium stitched into them, and a love and appreciation of where she comes from.

That, to her parents, is worth far more than anything else that she got on that trip.

X

When Autumn Udaku is eleven years  old, she breaks her ankle. Dmaine and Naomi help her to the nurse and her stepmother is called and her abab meets them at the hospital.

An X-Ray is taken and she cries as she gets a cast.

T’Challa holds her hand the whole time and even makes her favorite for dinner.

She lies across the couch with her dad and stepmother and falls asleep to the silent humming of her baba.

Her X-Ray lies in her room, because Damien really wants to see it because he’s gonna be a doctor and all so he needs to know when things are broken.

She’s young and she’s scared about her ankle but it'll be alright.

Her family is there and they’ll help her get through this.

That’s one thing that the X-Ray can’t show her.

Y

‘’Autumn this is awful.’’

‘’Baba, you aren’t even trying.’’

T'Challa does not regret driving six hours to see Autumn for her college first Parents’ Weekend.

He doesn't regret the fact that he’ll be sleeping in a hotel not to far away from the campus and that his wife won’t be with him because of her obligations at home.

He doesn’t even regret agreeing to do this yoga class with Autumn even though he’s a bit insecure if he’s doing the yoga positions right.

He regrets not stretching before beginning, and that’s evident when his daughter has to take him back to his hotel, stifling her laughter the whole way.

‘’Such an old man.’’

‘’Eh, is that anyway to talk to your baba?’’

‘’I’m sending a picture to momma. Smile.’’

He gives the goofiest smile that he can muster and Autumn throws her head back laughing.

It’s rare that they can just have a moment where it’s just the two of them, just like the old days.

So he enjoys any time they have together. Soon, she’ll be grown and won’t come home for holidays, so he spends as much time with ehr ow as he can.

She’s a beautiful and bright young lady, and she has great things i store for her There's no doubt.

But she can be his little daughter for just a little while longer.

She feels that too, msisdn days where hr abap would give her piggy back rides. So, yes. They can go to dinner and get a grilled cheese and a milkshake each and talk, just like the hold days.

She's’ a young woman now, and things have changed.

But not everything has to.

And some things never will.

For that, both of them are grateful.

Z

T’Challa hugs his daughter, careful not to snag or pull down the zipper on the white, lace, tea length gown that she is wearing.

Today, she will officially become Mrs. Autumn Udaku-Stark. She’ll make a promise, as wilL Damien. T’Challa will give her away, and she’ll beigna  new life as a married woman.

T'Challa's crying and he’s not ashamed to admit it.

‘’Baby, don't’ cry,’’ Autumns ighs as Nakia fusses over her dress sme more, ‘’Mommy. Please. It is fine.’’

‘’You look so beautiful,’’ Nakia sings, stepping back to look at her daugher.

She’s her in mannerisms, btu T’Challa in the face. She’s got her nose, is, btu T’Challa’s eyes and T’Challa’s smile.

T'Challa looks at his little girl, who is everything he’s ever dreamed she would be. He’s so kind and loving and smart and beautiful and where did the time go?

She’s putting her veil on now, and she notices T’Challa staring at her in the mirror.

‘’Mommy, can you give us a moment?’’

Nakia nods, exiting the room. She had a private talk with her this morning so she doesn't mind giving T'Challa and their daughter a moment alone.

Autumn's steps down, careful not to snag her gown on anything.

‘’You look like a vision,’’ T’Challa takes her hand,t wirlign her.

Autumn’s life is sprinkled with fond memories of dancing with her baba.

She remembers being three years old and being dressed up like Bell from the Disney movie ‘’Beauty and the Beast’’ and him holding her hands and letting her stand on his toes.

A year later he did the same thing at the daddy-daughter dance at her school.

Tonight, when vows are done and ake has been eaten, she dances with her baba. He whispers words of encouragement and love that are meant only for her, and her head rests against his shoulder as tears stream from both of their eyes.

Damien is dancing with Pepper, who is clutching him and sobbing at the fact that her baby boy is all grown up.

T’Challa can relate.

Some moments are precious and can’t be duplicated. They’re meant for only the people in them to remember. This seems like one of them.

He finally releases her hand, and Autumn glides over to her husband,

She’s all grown up. She’s a young woman, no longer a hyoung child. Pigtails have turned to high ponytails and pictures of them as a family have turned to weekly phone calls. It’s sweet, though. She is and always will be his baby girl.

Now, it’s time to watch her continue spreading her wings.

She’s a bright young woman with a marvelous future ahead of her,

T’Challa is content with that knowledge.

After all, what more could a baba want for his intomba?

DISCLAIMER- I OWN NO MARVEL CHARACTERS,JUST THE PLOT AND STORIES. CHARACTERS AND THEIR FICTIONAL WORLDS,UNIVERSES AND SUCH BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. 

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Fëanorian week: Maedhros

A Silmarillion fanfic

Summary: Maedhros discovers that one never really forgets what one learns in youth when he comforts scared children with a song, near the beginning and near the end.

Length: ~2,200 words, Rating: General audiences

Tag-type thingies: characters: Maedhros, Maglor, Elrond & Elros; some keywords: children, family fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort

Fëanorian week prompts: Childhood and Adjusting/Coping, to some degree at least

A/N: I wrote this two-part fic as a way of figuring out how to reconcile the popular-within-fandom tropes of Maedhros as a) the eternal babysitter and b) the (at least initially) less enthusiastic 'foster dad' to Elrond and Elros.

The first, fluffy half takes place during the blissful years in Valinor when Maedhros and Maglor are still children. Note on Quenya names here. I use only Maglor's father-name here because I imagine that was the only name he had when this young. The second half takes place some time after the Third Kinslaying so of course there is angst.

AO3 link

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Lullabies

He leaves his door open a crack and doesn't cover the lampstone, because he knows his brother will seek him out sooner or later and Maitimo doesn't want Canafinwë to trip over his feet in the dark.

Cáno is too old now to seek comfort from servants if he becomes scared of the night while their parents are gone, Maitimo believes, but he is not too old to come to his big brother, certainly not it that brother leaves his door open and light on invitingly.

Their parents rarely spend the night away from their children, preferring to take them along on most trips and to many events, but this time their duties meant they had to leave their sons at home with the servants while they stay at an important party until very late in order to be polite. And Athyallë the nursemaid has her hands full with the newest family addition, baby Turcafinwë, so Maitimo and Canafinwë have manage themselves for the most part.

('But you will be all right, won't you?' had their mother asked at the moment of departure, a flicker of worry in her eyes, looking like she was reconsidering her decision to attend the party.

'Of course they will', their father said, his look more confident if also affectionate.

'Of course we will', echoed Maitimo, his arm around Canafinwë's shoulders, and was rewarded with a smile from his mother and an approving nod from his father.)

It takes a little longer than Maitimo expected for his brother to appear, and he is getting sleepy himself by the time he hears the pitter-patter of small feet from the hallway. He sits up at once and rubs the sleepiness from his eyes.

Canafinwë, wearing a long nightgown and furry slippers that stick out from underneath the hem, peeks shyly into the room.

'Nelyo?'

'Yes, Cáno?'

The dark-haired toddler shuffles closer, a thoughtful look on his face. 'The baby is making noise.'

'He likes to do that', Maitimo nods. Their little brother is a noisy child, whether he is crying in distress or shrieking in delight.

'And his room is right next to mine.'

Maitimo scoots back on the bed to lean against the wall and pats the spot next to him. Cáno climbs on the bed, kicks off his slippers and looks at Maitimo with wide eyes.

'Turco might keep making noise until mother and father come home. I might not be able to sleep. And then I will be tired in the morning and can't go to my music lesson.'

Ah, the all-important music lessons, thinks Maitimo. He had been jealous of them at first. After being allowed to begin his music studies with a renowned tutor at an unusually young age, Cáno had been so excited that he hadn't talked about anything else for weeks.

But then Maitimo had realised that he was always the one Cáno ran to after coming home from his lessons, bursting with the need to share all he had learned with his brother, wanting to hear Maitimo's opinion when he practised and did his homework, and all had been well again.

'Well, that wouldn't do at all. So you can sleep here with me', Maitimo tells Cáno and sees the worry melt from his expressive features.

'Thank you.' Cáno hugs his brother, and then Maitimo jumps down from the bed and tiptoes across the floor to fetch a cushion from a chair. By the time he closes the door and gets back to the bed, Cáno has already taken hold of Maitimo's own pillow and laid down on the side of the bed next to the wall, covers drawn up to his nose.

'Can I cover the lampstone?' Maitimo asks him. 'Or do you mind the dark?'

'Not when you're here', Cáno says earnestly, and Maitimo knows that the worry for being too tired for his music lesson wasn't the only fear that drove Cáno here. He doesn't say anything though, just covers the blue light of his father's crystal lamp, finds his way to bed in the dark and slides under the blankets next to Cáno's small, warm form.

'Will you sing me a lullaby?'

Maitimo raises his brows, safe in the knowledge that Cáno can't see it. 'Didn't Athyallë already sing to you when she put you to bed?'

'She never sings all the verses. I had to sing the last three myself and it's not the same.'

'Very well', says Maitimo who still likes lullabies though he has been too old for them for a while now. 'Which song do you want?'

Cáno names his favourite, and Maitimo sings it to him in a quiet voice. Cáno hums along at first but soon gets drowsy and just listens, his breath tickling Maitimo's jaw as they lie facing each other.

'There. Are you ready to sleep now?' Maitimo asks when the song ends, stifling a yawn himself.

'Yes, thank you.'

From Cáno's tone Maitimo can tell that his little brother still has something he wants to say. 'What is it, Cáno?'

'I felt a little lonely in my room', Cáno admits after a moment. 'In the dark.'

'You know you could have left your lamp on, or your curtains open. Or just have come and slept here to begin with', Maitimo says, kindly if lecturingly.

'I know', says Cáno and burrows deeper into the pillow. 'But I wanted to try to be brave first.'

'You are brave', says Maitimo and settles the covers better over them both. 'But you are still only little. Goodnight, Cáno.'

The only answer is a sleepy sniffle, and then Maitimo's little brother stills.

Maitimo smiles in the dark and closes his eyes.

*

On a stormy night hundreds of years later and an ocean away, and much older and more bitter and broken, Maedhros remembers the nights in his youth when his brothers would seek solace with him when their parents were away, or when one of them had quarrelled with a parent and sought sympathy elsewhere.

Celegorm had usually come to Maedhros in those situations since he and Maglor never understood each other very well, but Carnistir had sometimes gone to Maglor, and the twins in their turn quite often confided in Carnistir who had tried with all his bullheadedness to be a good big brother to them. Curufin had rarely needed anyone aside from their father.

And now they are all gone except Maglor, and even he is away for this particular night, gone to order supplies from a nearby settlement. And the twins, the other twins, no, the third set of twins that Maedhros has had cause to worry over, are crying, probably scared as much by Maglor's absence as the storm raging in the night. They take no solace in Maedhros's presence a few rooms over, and he rather thinks they might become even more scared if he went to their room and tried to comfort them.

The sons of Elwing and Eärendil are no longer afraid of the sons of Fëanor and their folk but neither do they trust them, the only exception being Maglor whose calm manner and lovely songs have lately managed to coax smiles of the half-elf twins. Maedhros they still seem afraid of, and he must admit he has done little to win their trust, to make them less wary of his grim, scarred looks. He thinks Maglor unwise for taking them in and becoming attached.

Loving anything is folly for damned men such as we are, thinks Maedhros as he tries to ignore the quiet sounds of distressed children.

But the crying begins to get on his nerves, frayed as they are these days, though it is not a loud sound. Elrond and Elros are clearly trying to be quiet even in their unhappiness.

Maedhros tries not to care, but he cannot help contrasting these twins crying uncomforted in a lonely room in the abode of those who killed their kin with the days of his childhood when solace was never far away for an unhappy boy, whether from a brother or a parent or other caring grown-up.

It is becoming increasingly clear that he will not find sleep as long as the children continue crying, and as the storm keeps growing and Maglor will not return tonight, there is no reason why they would stop. Maedhros throws his covers aside and stares at the ceiling for a moment.

There is nothing for it but to get up and go to the children to quiet them down, either by scaring them silent or finding a way to comfort them.

The first option seems more likely to Maedhros when he sees the twins flinch as he steps into their room.

'What's wrong?' he barks, painfully aware of how different his voice is to Maglor's gentle tones. Yet he used to be so good at this, at dealing with children.

Children who are all gone now, a voice at the back of his head reminds him. Maedhros forces the bitter voice away and addresses Elrond and Elros again.

'What is the matter? Is it the storm?'

The dark-haired, wild-eyed children huddling together on the bed nod. Maedhros sighs and sits down at the foot of the bed. There is plenty of space between him and the twins, but they keep a wary eye on him nonetheless.

'This is not the first storm this winter, and like others before it, it will pass', Maedhros explains as gently as he can. It is not easy to be gentle now when he has been pushing that side of himself aside for years.

'Maglor was here before', says one of the boys, Maedhros doesn't know which. He hasn't bothered to learn to tell them apart.

'And what would Maglor do during a storm so that you… could fall asleep?' he asks.

These children are proud in spite of their young age and their circumstances, Maedhros has learned, so he will not mention their fear or crying. This much he remembers of dealing with distraught children. Celegorm would become ever more violently unhappy if anyone claimed he was afraid, he recalls.

'He sang to us', says the other twin, and then, before Maedhros has time to even groan and say Of course he did, the first twin asks if he will sing to them now.

Looking into the young grey eyes that gaze defiantly back at him from a face reddened and streaked with tears, Maedhros agrees to sing before he even thinks about it.

This is not a good idea. All the lullabies he knows are in Quenya, a language that must be hateful to these children if they even know it – Maedhros isn't sure they do – and the few songs he knows in Sindarin are songs of war or drinking, not suitable for scared children.

'I don't know many songs, and I am not the singer my brother is', he tries to stall, and occupies himself by going to throw more wood into the fading fire.

'Maglor told us you used to sing lullabies to him when he was little.'

'It was a very long time ago.'

'Do you still remember them?'

'I do.'

'Will you sing one of them to us?'

Maedhros sits down on the bed again, and this time the children don't shy away from him. 'Those lullabies are not in your language.'

Elrond and Elros look at each other. 'We don't care', says the one who always seems to speak first. 'Maglor sings in the old language sometimes too.'

Maedhros makes a noncommittal sound at that. 'Wait a moment,  I'm trying to remember the words.'

The words of Maglor's favourite lullaby arrive eventually, and with them the soft tone meant for soothing fretful elflings. Maedhros stares at the fire while he sings, and if he sees in the flames the faces of those long-ago children he has lost, it is surely just because the 'old language' reminds him of them and not because the burden of their deaths is heavier to bear each day.

Maedhros lets the last words of the song fade into silence before he turns to the half-elf twins.

'Thank you', says the first boy, no longer so defiant.

'You are welcome', Maedhros says, and after a brief battle with himself asks, 'Why did you even ask me? Why would you want to hear me sing? I haven't been especially kind to you.'

The second twin answers. 'You are Maglor's brother, and you are kind to him. And tonight you came for us, and you did not have a sword this time.'

Maedhros doesn't know if it is the partially human blood and nature of these children, or if all children who grow up in a world of war grow up so fast and so wise.

'Maglor will be back tomorrow, or when the storm passes', he promises, not certain whether he means to comfort himself or the twins. 'And I will stay here for the night.'

As Elrond and Elros blow their noses and crawl under covers, Maedhros settles into an armchair by the fire, the warmth of it easing the old ache in his right shoulder.

It sounds like the storm is passing already.

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A/N: Oh, Maedhros. I do love your tarnished, defiant spirit so.

I posted this on AO3 as well and you are also very welcome to comment there! :)

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