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quinnysnursery · 1 month ago

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when the party's over,, move-in day・₊✧

summary : the triplets (and nate) move into their dorms! meet some new friends and nate's a worry-wart (rightfully so)

warning/extra tid-bits : crying, explicit language, i think that's all?

word count : 2,318

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (pointy & leafy thing from @saradika-graphics)

a/n : FIRST PIECE OF WTPO LITERATURE RAAAAA (not proof read, i'm just a girl!)

“Alright,” Jimmy let out a stereotypical “dad-groan” as he stood up straight, cracking his back. “That should be it.” He said, clapping his hands together as he examined the dorm room he’d helped his youngest son and Nathan set up.

Mary Lou had decided to help Matt and Nick, since it was clear that Matt was overly anxious about move-in day and so was Nick- though he’d never admit it- which meant he’d be extra snippy with Matt…a recipe for disaster.

“Thanks Mr.S, it looks good!” Nate smiled, admiring the work the three of them had gotten done. “Home sweet home, right Chris?” He smiled, nudging Chris’ shoulder. Chris laughed softly, “Not for long, rush week starts tomorrow.” The youngest triplet replied. Heart set on moving into the Kappa Nu house.

Jimmy smiled fondly, he’d been a part of the well-known fraternity when he attended NESE. Chris (and Matt and Nick, if they weren’t so stubborn) would be legacy. “Just remember to be yourself, don’t go getting expelled trying to impress the president.” Jimmy reminded his son, pulling him into a side-hug.

Chris nodded, rolling his eyes. “I know, I know.” He grumbled, tired of being told the same thing repeatedly.

“Oh wow!” An unfamiliar chirpy voice came from the doorway, startling the two younger boys. Chris unintentionally reached for Nate, quickly scolding himself. He couldn’t do that, not here- at least not now.

The dorm RA was standing in the doorframe of Nate and Chris’ door. The youngest triplet vaguely remembered meeting him when touring the school last year.

Larri. His name didn’t match his vibe, nor his looks at all. It was an old man's name and well, Larri was maybe 21 at the oldest.

“You're giving the room across from you a run for their money.” Larri joked, earning a deep chuckle from Jimmy. “Those are actually my other sons.” He explained, earning a shocked expression from Larri. “All three of your sons go here?!” He asked excitedly, Jimmy nodded- pushing Chris in front of him, away from the safety of Nate.

“Triplets.” Jimmy smiled proudly, Larri’s head whipped to Matt and Nick’s dorm- confirming what he’d just been told.

“I’m…woah.” He breathed, eyes filled with amazement- Chris wondered if it was just a show Larri put on for the parents during move-in day.

“Well, it’ll be nice having some siblings on this floor. NESE doesn’t see siblings often.” Larri hummed before pointing to Chris’ nightlight that Nate had just plugged in moments prior. “Is that bulb LED?” He asked, eyes flickering between both freshmen.

“Uhm…” Nate thought back to when he’d bought it for Chris a few Christmases ago. Did the box say LED? Or CFL? What was the difference? Why did it even matter?

“If it’s not LED then I’ll have to ask you guys to unplug it when you aren’t around.” Larri explained, “Dumb fire hazard rule.” He added- earning a furrowed brow from Jimmy.

“I mean! Very cool and safe fire hazard rule.” Larri corrected himself, earning a laugh from Chris. Larri was funny, even if it was just an act for move-in day. “Will do.” Nate said, unplugging the nightlight and tossing it into a drawer. Chris stopped himself from whining about it.

He was a freshman in college, he could survive without seeing his night light plugged in.

Larri bid his goodbyes after that, and not long after did Mary Lou and Jimmy offer to take the boys out to eat before officially leaving them on their own.

“Mom, don't cry.” Nick laughed softly, as Mary Lou pulled all her boys into another hug. “You know she can’t help it.” Jimmy scolded gently, hugging his boys as well. Nate included.

Mary Lou pulled away, tears in her eyes. “You four look out for each other, yeah?” She said, wavering a finger in their faces. “Nick, go to bed at a decent time.” She started, earning a playful eye roll from her eldest. “Matt,” Mary Lou placed her hands on Matt’s shoulders. “Remember to take breaks studying, yeah?” The middle triplet smiled softly, nodding. “Yeah, ‘kay mom.”

Mary Lou let out a loving sigh as she turned to face her youngest son, her last child. “Chris, don’t forget to wash your socks.” Chris couldn’t help but laugh, pulling his mom into one more hug, “I won’t, promise.”.

The triplets mom turned towards Nate, who’d been right next to each one of her boys nearly their entire life. “You look after my boys, okay?” She asked, earning a firm “Yes ma’am.” from Nate.

After a few more teary hugs, the triplets and Nate watched as their parents got into their car before driving off campus.

“Just us now.” Nick sighed, turning around and beginning to walk back to his dorm. Nate, Matt and Chris all glanced at each other before following the oldest triplet. “What now?” Chris asked- trying to hide the looming feeling of anxiety.

“I’m going to the library!” Matt smiled excitedly, pulling out his student ID with a toothy grin. “The library?” Nate asked, furrowing his brow. “Yeah! NESE holds the world record for the biggest college library!” The brunette smiled, earning a stifled laugh from his younger brother- “You are such a nerd.” Chris poked, frowning as Nate elbowed him in the side.

Matt rolled his eyes, flipping Chris off playfully as he split off from the group. “What about you Nick?” Nate asked, subconsciously making sure Chris was walking in front of him.

“I wanted to finish editing those photos I took at our going-away party.” Nick said as they all entered the elevator, pressing the 4th floor button. Nate nodded, glancing at Chris with concerned eyes.

‘Ding!’

Nick quickly exited the elevator, rummaging in his pockets for his dorm room keys. Nate did the same, saying bye to Nick before he and Chris slipped into their dorm.

It wasn’t a huge room by any means, but due to NESE only accepting the very best of applicants- it was bigger than an average dorm. Enough room for both Chris and Nate to spread their arms out and still not feel claustrophobic.

“You good? Feeling little?” Nate asked the youngest triplet as Chris flopped onto his bed- letting out a deep sigh. Chris quickly shook his head, “What? No, I’m good.” He defended, crossing his arms over his chest as he scowled at Nate.

Nate’s brow quirked upwards, “It’s fine if you are Chris, it’s been a long day.” The shorter boy sympathized. He didn’t want to push regression onto Chris, but it didn’t take a genius to realize that today was stressful and stressful days typically led the boy to regression.

“I’m fine, Nate.” Chris grouched, turning to face the wall. Nate’s shoulders slumped as he sat on his own bed and grabbed his phone from his pocket- opening tiktok and beginning his doom scrolling.

Matt clutched a leather-bound book to his chest, gulping an anxious knot down as he searched for an unoccupied table in the library. For NESE holding the world record for biggest library, you’d think that would be an easy task- Sadly for Matt, it was not.

“You can sit here.” A confident voice spoke to the right of him, Matt turned and his eyes landed on a tall girl with braids and a tan boy with fluffy black-ish hair.

The boy’s eyes were fixated on a laptop screen, Matt couldn’t see what was playing though. But the girl with braids had a few textbooks and notes sprawled out around her. “We don’t bite.” She joked, the brunette man let out a breathy laugh as he sat across from her and the dark-haired boy.

Matt kept to himself for a few moments, eyes scanning the words on book’s parchment- flipping through the pages. It was a book on BPD and how it affected the brain. Matt was only a few pages in, but the author was doing a good job at not demonizing the mental illness.

The library was just as beautiful as the pictures on google showed, the high ceilings and shelves that required multiple rolling ladders- a general golden glow in the air that made Matt feel like a student at Hogwarts.

It wasn’t until Matt heard a low whine followed by some whispering that he looked up from his book. He was met with the sight of the tan boy whispering into the girl with braids ear- she scooted the laptop over a smidge before typing in something and pressing the spacebar.

“There.” She smiled, rubbing the boy's shoulder before turning to return to her book- that’s when she caught Matt’s eyes.

“Sorry!” Matt’s face flushed with embarrassment as he forced his gaze downwards, praying she didn’t hate him. There was a painful silence for a few moments before the girl spoke again, “What’re you reading?” She asked, closing the current textbook she was reading out of.

Matt blinked up, his brain taking a moment to register the question he’d been asked. “Oh uhm, ‘s just a book on BPD.” He shrugged, picking up the book to show her the cover. The girl nodded, “I’m Quen.” She smiled- reaching her hand over the table.

Matt stammered over his name for a moment, quickly shaking her hand. ‘Good going, you’re making a fool of yourself.’ His brain told him- he did his best to push it down.

“Let me guess…psych major?” Quen smirked, earning a quiet laugh from Matt as he nodded. “Yeah…what about you?” He asked, making a mental note of the page he was on before closing the book. “Business, it sucks.” She sighed, waving a hand over the mountains of textbooks she had sprawled out.

Matt nodded- understanding, his dad had been a business major. His eyes flickered over to the tan boy sitting next to Quen, “His lucky ass has a film scholarship.” She joked. Matt had to cover his mouth to stop his laughter.

“You a freshman? I haven’t ever seen you around.” Quen commented, earning a nod from Matt. “Yeah, just moved in today.” He explained, already smiling at the thought of telling Nick how he’d managed to make a new friend.

Quen nodded- beginning to pack up some of her things. “Are you gonna rush on monday?” She asked, Matt quickly shook his head. “My brother is, but ‘s not really my scene.” He explained, recalling the various times Chris told him just how lame he was for not wanting to be in a frat.

“It’s awesome! Parties every weekend, brotherhood-” “Chris you already have brothers.” “Shut up!”

Quen thought for a moment before speaking, “Triplets?” She asked, causing Matt to stop. How did she know that? “...Yeah?”

Quen nodded, “Larri told me, we hang out a lot.” She explained as she zipped up her lavender Fjallraven backpack before reaching over the boy in front of her and taking the laptop from him- much to his dismay.

“Quen!” He whined, pulling off his headphones. His face blushed a light shade of pink as he finally recognized Matt was sitting across from him. Quen realized this, motioning to Matt and the boy.

“Matt, Ben. Ben, Matt.” She introduced as she stuffed the laptop Ben had been using into the corresponding compartment of her bag. Matt smiled, offering Ben a small wave.

Ben’s lips quirked upwards into a smile before Quen informed him they had to go if they were going to catch dinner with Larri and Tara.

“Bye Matt, good meeting you! Hope your brother gets into KN.” Quen smiled before grabbing hold of Ben’s hand and leading him out of the library. Matt sighed, leaning back in the wooden chair- did he just make a friend?

The next day, Chris (surprisingly) woke up before Nate. Which was good, because that meant Chris could spend as long as he wanted choosing the perfect outfit for meeting the brothers of Kappa Nu for the first time.

He knew if Nate had been awake he’d tell Chris to just “be himself!” but his brain stopped accepting that advice the moment he saw the Kappa Nu house in person during his first ever tour of the school.

Chris would do anything- or be anyone- he had to to get inside that house.

The youngest triplet opened the drawers of the shared dresser he and Nate helped Jimmy set up yesterday, his eyes landing on his beloved night light that Nate had thoughtlessly shoved into the drawer after the RA asked him to unplug it.

A small frown formed without Chris’ permission, causing him to slam the drawer shut out of frustration. It was a nightlight. He was being ridiculous.

“...Chris?” Nate croaked, sitting up slightly in his bed. Chris turned to look at his friend, feeling bad he’d woke the shorter boy up.

“...’s 6 am, go to bed.” Nate murmured, laying back down and burying his face in his pillow. Chris rolled his eyes, continuing to search the dresser drawers for a specific pair of jeans. Suddenly, Nate shot back up- eyes full of concern that only a caregiver could have.

“Are you little? Do you need something, bud?” Nate asked, “No!” Chris argued back. Nate sighed, raising his hands in defense. “Then what’re you doing up?” The shorter boy asked, now fully awake.

“Pickin’ out clothes. Gotta make a good first impression.” Chris explained, smiling as he finally found the perfect pair of baggy jeans. Nate nodded silently, legs dangling off the raised bed.

“Just be yourself, they’ll love you.” Nate smiled, hopping off the bed and placing a comforting hand on Chris’ shoulder. Chris shrugged his hand off, grabbing his shower caddy and starting towards the door. Nate watched sadly as his best friend slipped out the room. It was clear that Chris would do whatever it took to get into Kappa Nu, and that terrified Nate.

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this one-shot is apart of my agere frat/college au! find more info on it, here!

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the-badger-mole · 10 months ago

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Let's hear about the no-Aang AU!

I literally just posted the plot! Lol! So here's a snippet:

Fear alone kept Katara and her brother compliant as they were half dragged deeper into the ship. He let go of Katara once they were outside of another door, and knocked.

“Come in.” The soldier opened the door and pulled Katara and Sokka inside. A stout, gray-haired man sat at a desk that seemed to be just slightly too small for him. He looked up and blinked in surprise at the newcomers

“General Iroh,” the soldier gave a quick bow. “I found these two stowed away in the galley.”

“Oh?” Iroh asked. “That can’t have been very comfortable.” Katara and Sokka stared at him in stony silence. Iroh’s brows went up and he almost looked amused.

“How long have you been on the ship? I would hazard a guess based on your clothes,” he motioned at Katara’s fur lined parka, “that you joined us at the South Pole, yes?”

Still more silence.

“Would it be too much trouble to have your names?” Iroh asked. “It seems only right. After all, you have stowed away on my ship.” Katara and Sokka glanced at each other. So far it didn’t seem like they were in any immediate danger, but it seemed like a good idea to cooperate at least a little.

“I’m Sokka.”

“Katara.”

“And I, as I’m sure you heard, am General Iroh.” He smiled kindly at the siblings. “You are a long way from home. I’m sure someone is missing you two.” Neither Katara nor Sokka replied. Iroh turned to the soldier. “Do you know why they are here?”

“No sir,” the soldier replied. Iroh turned back to the siblings.

“No one forced you on board?” he asked them. He was still smiling kindly, but his gaze was sharp. Katara shook her head. Iroh’s gaze softened and he leaned back.

“Very good,” he said. “Still, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you come to be aboard my ship?”

“We needed to get to-” Katara cut herself off abruptly. Then she cleared her throat. “We needed to get out of the Southern Tribe.”

“We’re looking for…opportunities,” Sokka said slowly. He was clearly lying, but Iroh nodded along as if what he’d said made all the sense in the world.

“I suppose we all are at that,” he said.

“Who are you?” Katara asked.

“I’m General Iroh.”

“No,” Katara shook her head. “I mean I thought this was the Fire Nation prince’s ship, but you said it’s…yours?”

“What are you, like his grandpa or something?” Sokka asked. Iroh winced, but chuckled as he shook his head.

“His uncle, actually,” he said. “I was just unfortunate to not age as gracefully as some in my family. I suppose I take after my great-great grandfather. He was bald by age 30, you know.” Katara and Sokka exchanged uncertain glances. Why was this Fire Nation general- the prince’s uncle, no less- being so…nice?

“Are we going to be killed?” Katara blurted the question without thinking. Iroh balked and shook his head.

“No, of course not!” he said. “And you won’t be imprisoned either. Unfortunately, we cannot turn back to take you home, but I can do the next best thing and take you to the Earth Kingdom. I’m sure we can find another ship heading to the Southern Tribe.”

“We don’t want to go back,” Katara said.

“Let’s not be hasty,” Sokka nudged his sister. “That’s probably the best deal we can hope for.”

“I don’t want to go back, Sokka!” She whirled on him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You can if you want to, but I’m going-” Katara caught herself before she finished her sentence. She looked at Iroh suspiciously. “I’m not ready to go home.”

“I see,” Iroh said, nodding his head. “You have a destination in mind. In that case, we’ll be happy to take you as far as the Earth Kingdom, and we’ll part as friends.”

“What’s the catch?” Sokka asked suspiciously.

“Catch?” Iroh repeated. He folded his hands over his ample stomach and smiled blithely.

“You’re Fire Nation,” Sokka said. “You’re a general for the Fire Nation. You’re just going to give two kids from the Southern Water Tribe passage on your ship for free? I don’t buy it. What’s your angle, old man?”

“No angle,” Iroh assured them both. “We are unable to escort you home, and I would hazard to guess that being left in the middle of the ocean would be dangerous to anyone. Even a waterbender would find it daunting.” Katara’s spine stiffened. “I would rather not have your deaths on my conscious, so I think taking to you the Earth Kingdom is the best compromise for all of us, do you agree?”

Sokka and Katara said nothing, but they shared a questioning glance. Neither of them truly trusted Iroh, but he was right about there being no other choice than to accept the deal being offered.

“What do you get out of this?” Katara asked suspiciously. Iroh just shrugged.

“Our crew is not very large,” he said. “A few extra hands to help with chores would make sailing to the Earth Kingdom much easier. In exchange, you’ll get room, board, and a few coins for your pocket.”

“Are you for real?” Sokka reeled back in shock. “You’re hiring us?” Iroh nodded with an affable smile.

“I think it’ll be a mutually beneficial arrangement for everyone,” he said. “Of course, if you’d rather spend the trip in the brig, that is also an option. That would be far less comfortable, however.” Katara and Sokka exchanged another glance. Sokka had a tight frown on his face, but finally he gave Katara a sharp nod.

“Okay,” Katara said, taking a deep breath. “We accept your offer.”

List of WIPS (last reblog)

#atla #zutara #ask the badger mole #ask game #wip asks #no aang au

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blueikeproductions · 2 months ago

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No trailer yet as of typing, but EarthSpark’s final (?) seven episodes synopsis have dropped.

Well rather six episodes, as the first episode just uses the “Terrans raised by their human family” stock jargon.

Spoilers obviously.

Just eyeballing what we have, the main story seems to be the Quintessons making their move with a spy planted on Earth, and possibly using the Hate Plague to cause trouble.

Prowl seems to crash land on Earth aboard a ship, so I guess he wasn’t already on Earth to begin with despite the G1 prologue suggesting he was. The seven episodes make zero mention of Cybertron so unless it’s explored briefly via Prowl or Cosmos, I’m leaning towards any sort of Cybertron plot having been cancelled.

I don’t see Terratronus or the Decepticons having a satisfying pay off either as the “Decepticon Dome” is only brought up once, and never comes up again, as most of the synopsis only talks about the Autobots, Terrans and Quintessons.

I’m going to hazard a guess Terratronus may be freed in the first episode but the Decepticons are still bubbled like Corrupted Gems, but I don’t know how that works as Terratronus is never mentioned otherwise. She could be used to fight the Quintessons again, or she’s just permanently immobilized stupidly like Trypticon was in Cyberverse at series end.

Unless there’s a mega happy ending that sees them revived, I don’t see Spitfire and Aftermath coming back. Animated Starscream got his Allspark shard ripped out and died when the Allspark reformed, and he would’ve stayed dead had Slipstream not reluctantly used a piece of her shard to reactivate him in a deleted scene. With the Emberstone dust now, there’s no conceivable way those two Terrans are back up and running, and if they are anyway, living in the Dome as if nothing happened, then that’s just bullshit writing. Besides I don’t understand why some fans were horrified at the Decepticons killing the Chaos Terrans. Let me make this absolutely clear: the Decepticons are the main villains of the franchise, their actions decimated Cybertron, killed millions of robots on their own planet, and saw the Transformers come to Earth in the first place. Starscream ripping out the life force of younger Transformers for a cheap power grab is absolutely in character for him. His entire role in Cyberverse saw him casually kill his own troops, and then try to kill his entire race multiple times for petty slights against him. This Starscream is revealed to be just as petty, nudging him closer to his G1 and Marvel G1 self. If they try to fix him again in the finale, that’s gonna be more bullshit writing. A perfect example of not picking a lane and sticking to it.

So @monocle-teacup and I have discussed this off and on, how the show seems hellbent on isolating the Maltos and not giving them any meaningful human interaction. Case in point: Izzy. The synopsis lets slip Izzy is working for the Quintessons, with the previous episode mentioning a shape shifting creature the kids encounter with a shocking secret. This suggests Izzy was an alien plant by the Quintessons, and isn’t human at all.

-rubs temples-

Why.

This is the same staff that made Prime, RiD15 and Rescue Bots (most of the S1 cast were fired and replaced with Aligned veterans), and Jack, Russel, Denny, Cody & his siblings had healthy human friendships outside of the Transformers.

Why is the show forcing the Maltos to be Transformer nerds so wrapped up in their hobby they’ve cut off other humans? It felt like they were fixing that with Izzy, but now she likely isn’t even human? And for that matter, why not just make Izzy a Transformer anyway via a Pretender. This show is so for hard core fans in the middle than casuals and kids anyway, so why not? Have her be a Pretender Shell, with the inner robot being Overcharge, a mass produced Triple Changer drone built by the Quintessons in Japanese media. That would be more sincere than whatever they’re gonna do in the end. It reminds me of the Irma being Krang Sub-Prime reveal in 2012 TMNT and I wasn’t fond of that either.

I’ve seen other fans bring up Hasbro’s inability to fully let go of G1, and I think that’s hurt EarthSpark, due to confusion in using the G1 art style to explain the show’s backstory. People still think it’s supposed to be a sequel to G1 despite it clearly not being one in execution. The old writers initially calling it “G1.5” absolutely did not help. And now we have the Hate Plague back. The Hate Plague hasn’t really been a popular concept writers feel compelled to go back to, with it seeing a brief return in Beast Machines where Megatron used it to make a point. It appears to be weaponized by the Quintessons here, and in G1, it famously was defeated by unleashing the ancient wisdom of the Matrix. Here, it sounds like Twitch is going to solve it, but how we don’t know yet as of typing, though I’m leaning towards Beast Machines’ more simplified “We put aside our differences and work together” approach to cancel it out.

So if these are the final episodes, it only being seven, that should tell you how Hasbro and Paramount were feeling about this show towards the end. They seem much more satisfied with One, which while tanking and toy sales not looking great that I can tell, is widely regarded very positively by fans and some casual audiences that DID watch it. So barring what CyberWorld does, and Lorenzo openly talking about doing more with One in a recent interview, it’s looking like EarthSpark’s era is truly at an end. A series that started off ok but went off the rails immediately, and no attempt at course correction has managed to put its train back on track.

Hopefully I’m wrong and these final episodes are more like RiD15’s own Weaponizer arc, a stronger story with fewer episodes, but EarthSpark’s track record speaks for itself…

#blueike productions #blueike #transformers #maccadam #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #tf earthspark spoilers

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isthei · 6 months ago

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hi, i’m roo! i write and draw (mostly fanfic/fanart since they’re such potent stress relievers).

i try to keep a nice mix of my own posts and reblogs, but mostly i do whatever i want. i tag posts like i’m sorting things into boxes. also i yap a lot

about me:

he/they | 20s | se asian | multifandom artist and writer

ao3 | twitter (this is my only other fandom social)

useful tags:

my art

my headcanons

my posts

roo crows (personal posts)

current major interests:

marvel (fav: peter parker)

star wars (fav: luke skywalker)

ttrpg (d&d, city of mist) — i actually like to design these as a hobby

cyoa game development

i also rb things that i think describe the audhd and aroace experience! plus stuff that describes me in general.

non-comprehensive list of things i’m also into and reblog occasionally:

sideblogs, boundaries, ships etc. under the cut

sideblogs:

@istheiart — art-only sideblog. i am slowly reblogging all my art here

@istheialt — 18+ sideblog

personal boundaries:

hate groups dni. it will be unpleasant for both of us

if you know me irl pretend you do not see

if you’re a minor, please don’t follow my alt. i’m also advising you to block #nsfw. i try to keep the more adult stuff off my main blog but i don’t want to censor myself!

if you’re under 16 i’d advise you to get off social media in general but like. i’m not your dad

asks are always welcome! but i’m usually on mobile so it’s a little harder for me to remember to look in the old inbox—i might not see them right away

ships:

atla ships

zukka

kataang

azutara/kazula

aged up aang/zuko

i also like sukka but i don’t post about it as much!

disco elysium ships

harry/kim

fire emblem ships

m!chrobin

marvel ships

cablepool

petermj

punknoir

spideypool

spideytorch

merlin ships

merthur

pjo/mctga ships

percabeth

fierrochase

star trek ships

(aos) spirk

star wars ships

dinluke

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inamindfarfaraway · 5 months ago

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A Series of Unfortunate Events crossover AU with The Incredibles where the Baudelaires are a family of supers. Bertrand and Beatrice used to be a superhero team, albeit with murky pasts. Syndrome, their former biggest fan, lures them to Nomanisan Island and kills them with the Omnidroid, then has it declared a tragic accident. Their three children are now orphans. Hiding their powers is more important than ever. People who know tend to be less sympathetic and more suspicious and the National Super Agency is inclined to put the quietness of their lives above the quality of them. Good thing that their totally legitimate relative Buddy Pine is around to foster them right away! He’s a brilliant inventor with a billion-dollar company! He even loves superheroes and offers to train the kids in his advanced facility! What could possibly go wrong?

Fourteen-year-old Violet can generate and control electricity. However, she’s inexperienced at doing so in visible, direct ways. Manipulating currents through materials and inside machines or even her own nervous system (stimulating her muscles to keep herself awake, focused or move with more energy, for example) is easier for her. She gets more comfortable producing raw electricity over time, especially when she needs to protect her siblings. She could control other people’s nervous systems, but doesn’t want to. All technology fascinates her. To complement her intuitive mastery of electronics, she has great skill in mechanical engineering and the resourcefulness to invent equipment out of whatever is available. Being a living battery only enhances what she can create. Since extended use of her power raises her hair with static electricity, she wears her hair securely braided and tied with a ribbon.

Twelve-year-old Klaus has extrasensory perception which, based on his highly verbal thought process as an avid bookworm, is attuned to words. He can hear people’s thoughts, but needs to concentrate to search for information below the surface, filter through the vast swathes of irrelevant information and interpret the nonverbal thoughts and emotions mixed in. So it’s often like reading an extremely dense book full of words you don’t know and unlabelled pictures. But he can figure many of those unknowns out through his keen reasoning. He can also mentally sense the presence of physical text nearby, read it even if he can’t see it and scan a space for specific words, for example to find a certain book in a library. Between this and his photographic memory, he’s a fantastic researcher. His eyes glow the harder he pushes his powers. His glasses help to disguise that on top of correcting his vision, refracting the light, so the quirk will only expose him if they’re lost or broken.

One-year-old Sunny has an invulnerable digestive system that can process anything with no ill effects. Glass, poison, fire. Her teeth are superhumanly durable and sharp. But while nothing along the tube from her jaw to her rear end will bleed, burn or break, the rest of her will, therefore she still needs to be careful how she ingests hazardous things. And just because she can eat and drink everything, doesn’t mean she likes every taste and texture. She actually has a refined palette and prodigious culinary talents.

#imagine the kids finding out about project kronos #imagine that scene with them #syndrome wants to make the kids his sidekicks (especially violet bc tech and sunny bc malleable baby)#but he will happily kill them if they're too much trouble #he actually pretends to care and is charismatic and manipulative enough to trick them for a while #giving them loads of nice things praising them taking interest in their lives #gaslighting and victim-blaming them whenever they see something off or he gets abusive #plus there's the part where he's protecting them from anti-super society but could out them if he wanted #so they are more afraid to lose the benefits of their situation #maybe klaus's glasses get broken 'accidentally' and syndrome designs really cool comfortable new ones with transition lenses #and tiny processors inside that increase his telepathy's range and precision #but secretly they can also interfere with his telepathy to better gaslight the psychic and do mind control #don't worry at the end the kids are adopted by edna mode #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #series of unfortunate events #the incredibles #asoue au #incredibles au #crossover au

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screamintoad · 3 months ago

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Late Evening

A/N: I was talking with Bee as I felt inspired to have Agate and Rose interact so here’s this. It’s far from polished but at least it’s something! @blood-red-bumblebee

Closing time at Monstro Lounge was a strangely calming time. Floyd swept the floors, Jade cleaned up the tables, and Agate washed the rest of the dishes. Azul, per usual, was stuffed in his office writing off whatever paperwork he had. Agate was drying a glass when Floyd came over mildly exasperated. He sat on one of the bar stools and flopped forward, resting his face on the counter.

Jade passed by putting the dishes in the sink, “Sit up Floyd, or later you’ll complain about your back hurting.” He warned. The latter mumbled something that only Agate caught. “Something about the bee shrimp in Ramshackle?” She finally spoke up. He shot up, “Yeah! Apparently little bee shrimp is pretty good at making coffee~ Maybe we can convince the boss to hire her for mornings.” Jade laughed him off. “Right, she’s a living fire hazard.” Agate piped in next. “A fire cracker? Is that what those are called?” Jade shrugged, “She could be.”

Almost on queue, the personification of a fire bee came bounding into the lounge. “We’re closed!” Jade shouted before she fully came into view. Once he saw her he heaved a sigh. “I’ll get the fire extinguisher.” The young girl skipped a stair or two as she walked over to the bar. “Hi octo-gang!” Her smile was so bright it could’ve blinded someone. “Bee shrimpy!” Floyd exclaimed and gestured to the empty stool next to him. She happily plopped down and Agate offered her an awkward smile. “Hello Rose, want anything? I’m washing the dishes but I don’t mind fixing up something quick.”

The Ramshackle prefect pretended to think over her answer, “Coffee!” She replied, “And add some cinnamon. Trust me, it’s life changing.”

Agate nodded and turned around to brew the coffee. As she did she listened to Rose talk about her day. Various hijinx involved. “Did you hear that some of the Hekkate siblings blew up the alchemy lab?” Rose wondered. Agate hummed, “Probably the younger ones. Zagarius wouldn’t let that slide.” She thought over her next words, “They have such regal names and yet they go by cute nicknames. It’s almost endearing.” Rose nodded, “Mhm! I was talking to Blanche and Mak earlier, she was really trying to show them the bright side to using utensils and not biting people.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, “But I think biting is perfectly acceptable, I mean, I would bite Jack if I could.”

Agate let out a boisterous laugh, “Biting?! I still have the bite mark that Zagarius gave me last week during one of our fights.” Rose smiled again, “You laughed!” The other smiled and handed her a cup of coffee, “Of course I did. I don’t laugh often though so call it a marvel to behold.” Rose took a sip and Agate immediately saw from her face that the drink was good. “How often do you and Zagger duke it out?” She shrugged, “Every other week, we call it training.” “Mhmmm…and what about Kalim?” Agate froze as she raised the cup to her lips. She coughed into her free hand, “Let’s…change the subject.”

Rose shook her head, “Absolutely not!” “Absolutely yes.” “No!” “Yes.” Their back and forth carried on for far longer than needed.

#twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland #Rose Lopez #Agate Fang #floyd leech #jade leech #mentions of azul ashengrotto #melinoe hekkate #makaria hekkate #zagarius hekkate

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krastbannert · 2 years ago

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Title: Brave Soldier Girl

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Characters: Azula, Zuko, Aang, Katara, Sokka, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Toph Beifong, Ursa, Iroh, Ozai, Piandao, Original Characters

Tags: Azula & Zuko, Azula & Iroh, Azula & Ursa, Azula & Ozai, Azula & Lu Ten, Azula & The Gaang, Minor or Background Relationships, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Azula (Avatar) Redemption, Fire Siblings, Fire Hazard Siblings, Mental Health Issues, Redemption, Azula (Avatar)-centric, Minor Azula/Ty Lee, Firebending & Firebenders, Redemption is a tricky thing, Azula gets a life changing field trip (and a few other things), Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Fire Nation, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, but it does get better I promise

Summary:

[“You were the golden child. You were ‘gifted’. The world was at your fingertips - and then, one day, the world caught up. And the same people who called you gifted, who you thought understood you, decided you were a disappointment, and cast you aside. You had everything you thought you wanted until the world was swept out from under your feet. You were left with nothing, and there was no one to help you pick up the pieces.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Actually, I think I do. I was that child - I was you, once. And I found a way back from that. It took time and work, but I found it.”

“Then what about me? What’s my way back?”

“I don’t know, Azula. But we’ll find it together.”]

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Or, the story of Azula, and her long journey home from the war.

#brave soldier girl #azula #azula redemption #atla fanfic #my writing #at long last it's finished #at long fucking last

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sy5starplaty · 2 years ago

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My 3.07 “Strings That Bind Us” liveblog...

Cranberries’ "Dreams” to start us off? Okay.

Why does Jamie pulling Roy's bike along (in a pink sweatshirt & shorts no less) feel like the most obvious next step in their dynamic after "Sunflowers"?

More Jade-Nate stuff...

And Jack is totally being Keeley's "sugar daddy"... so it won't last.

I love Chef Simi. Still can't tell if this is a shipping situation or not... but obviously not siblings.

Barbecue sauce induced hallucination... okay. I'll accept that.

ASH! I always forget his name. I shall now refer to him as Cool Hat Guy.

They're still calling him Van Damme?

Nate got Siri to call him Wunderkind? lol

EVERYONE CONNECTED TO EPSTEIN? GET AWAY FROM HER NOW KEELEY! NOW!

Okay... needed a warning for that puke-a-thon.

They are NOT going to last. Those are NOT green flags, Keeley.

Rebecca talking about Rupert lovebombing her with a CAR... exact thing he did with Nate.

Beard Kitman is... actually kinda accurate. And Coach Will Beard is FANTASTIC.

"This is yummy. What is this?" "Water."

lol... I'm gonna need a spinoff with Will Beard.

Oh, K/J are so over.

OF COURSE IT'S ROY'S IDEA. Boy needs some joy in his life right now. I gotta say... We need this technique in ALL FOOTBALL CODES.

Hm... Not sure if that'll work Nate. But it's the thought that counts.

J: "It better be amazing!" (what you do for me, compared to all the lavishness I've bestowed upon you... and if it sucks... well, you know who has all the POWER in this relationship don't you?) RED FLAG RED FLAG

And... okay, yeah. Thoughts count. Words do too.

Yikes. Sorry Sam. I mean, you were right to call him a bigot, but that was playing with fire. Let's just be thankful it wasn't a fire, yeah? :|

Oh, that working/marching song thing... I know it, but I can't remember where it's from.

Sam rightfully swearing! And then crying in his HUGE daddy's arms.

"Big whoop"? Sam's dad is Ted! And they get on very well... brilliant.

But they were all coordinated and stuff in the locker room!

Heh... love that the 3 pub guys are so so calm about the team’s performance.

Poor Roy... making puns while Ted talks.

ASS-SQUATCH "Make it stop" ... No, it's awesome.

Lol... pre-emptive bird flips.

JAMIE! YOU'RE BECOMING THE BEST YOU CAN BE! YOU'RE BETTER THAN ZAVA, BOY. Damn, I can't believe I'm proud of him (again - I was proud of him in 2.03 but that wasn't as a footballer).

Arlo: "That was bloody gorgeous!" Yes, it was.

Yeah, knew they wouldn't win. But they didn't let Arsenal get anymore goals, so there's that.

And... TRENT! He's excited about football again! Well, about The Lasso Way.

"Yeah, but he's our dork." :D

Aw, they're not over yet? Damn. But it still feels likely. If she doesn't have Epstein connections, SHE JOKED ABOUT HAVING EPSTEIN CONNECTIONS. That's not a good thing! Unless her Epstein is not that Epstein... in which case, who's the other famous Epstein?

THE TEAM CAME TOGETHER TO HELP OUT SAM & HIS RESTAURANT.

Keep the mirrors as they are? I get the idea, Sam, but you gotta at least cover those shards with something. IT'S A SAFETY HAZARD.

And since... Ted & Rebecca did not share a scene AT ALL... I guess I'm just shipping Sam with Simi?

Yeah, not looking positive re: tedbecca here, so I’ll wait till 3.08 to either resurrect my shipper-self or bury it. This episode was more about the team - with added Nate & Keeley’s storylines - so I get there wasn’t really any room for tedbecca stuff. They didn’t even focus that much on Ted. But now the team is kinda working like a well-oiled machine again... I think they’ll be able to return to the main ships & their individual journeys to find their way [back] to each other.

Hopefully.

#Ted Lasso spoilers #Ted Lasso 3.07 #Ted Lasso #nothing interesting... except maybe my thoughts at the end.#tedbecca #Just for the end thoughts - I want to believe

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warpspeedgirl · 11 months ago

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So I walked into the apartment reeking of gas because you left the stove on, I had to figure out what the problem was and where the smell was coming from, open up the doors and windows and call poison control while pregnant. I breathed a good amount of that in. Im having a baby! It’s a health hazard and it could potentially run up our bill, not to mention start a fire! "thanks for letting me know" 3 days later is not an appropriate response to something as serious as leaving the gas on for DAYS. It's not a little or casual thing. I should've sent you the long explanation that poison control and the pregnancy nurse hotline left for me. If I didn't happen to stop by with Derek it wouldn't just been on until whenever you came back over a week later. “Thanks for letting me know” is so casual and just straight up weird. I get it it was an accident and not intentional but "thanks for letting me know" is a crazy response. Something along the lines of "oh my bad, Wont happen again" or "oh sorry thanks for catching that! I'll look out to see if the gas bill goes up, sorry about that" would’ve been a more reasonable or sane response. Like damn I wanted to walk in and take a nap not have to call the nurses hotline and poison control and air all of the clothes in my closet and the apartment out. Idek what there is to say anymore

So yeah between this and every other just mean and impatient thing you’ve done and said to me, I’m leaving! I’m having a baby. I didn’t need to be that concerned about inconveniencing you with my absence especially after how rude and inconsiderate you were not long after we even first moved in and before that too actually. I’m still care enough to make sure the roommates I weed out aren’t crazy and the best potential fit because I’m considerate, but peace out.

All I care about is my baby and my family right now. Thats what consumes most of my thoughts everyday. Everything else is just noise. I NEED to focus on myself and taking care of my health and peace. Finding a replacement roommate is going to help so much right now. She hurt me so freaking bad. And it’s always SHOCKING like I would never ever talk to you this way and it’s mind blowing to me that after all these years you’re talking to me in this way. First in September now in November. Im done being hurt and thrown off by this. And it’s over stuff that is just so minimal and unimportant? It’s just shows character, the way you are and I don’t want to be around it. I honestly shouldn’t be shocked by some of it after what I’ve seen over the years. It just freaking sucks how badly it hurts.

She said it’s too late for her. Or she’d think it would be, okay. I told her I’d need a few weeks or months because she was so hurtful and went VERY far over nothing. I had a lot I needed to process about our friendship and it wasn’t just over that last incident. Maybe if she didn’t cause that whole thing and take it to world war 3, I wouldn’t have needed so much time. It’s just funny that it’s too late for HER after she caused all of that over what should’ve been a non issue. I just kind of wanted a reason for why she did that not to be friends again. But she’s the type of person that just wants to move on and not really discuss things. Even saying she thought that one horrible day where she went off over something so small (again) was a “sibling fight” we wouldn’t talk about. I wanted to talk bc she really hurt me. After years and years, I know this about her and have encountered situations where that’s how she handle things. I was surprised when she wanted a mediator but I think it’s because she took things so far and maybe could tell I was done and didn’t want to lose the friendship. It was an important relationship. But why the fuck do we need a mediator over something as simple as me just saying no. I actually wanted to but after some time things became clearer and it just seemed like a bad idea and things would get worse because of certain patterns and certain last phrases and words she used with me.

No it doesn’t really feel like you’re sorry or understand why it’s hurtful after you go so freaking far and defend and stand in the awful rude things you said when trying to talk it out with you. It’s a pattern.

It like after allll of that defensiveness and rudeness and hurtful comments you finally admit that okay you should’ve stopped when I said no and that it was your thing to handle but no apology for taking things that far/back in September you finally apologize for hurting me after telling me what I was saying was irrelevant and pointless to even bring up and countless defensive irrelevant comments after I asked if we could talk about it and during our talk about it. Or in 2021 or the years before when I’d mention something hurt me she’d say “I’m sorry if that hurt you or if you took it the wrong way” and I’d just let it go. Might as well just not apologize if you’re going to flip it back on me.

Feels like there’s no point trying to work things out with you it’s draining. I don’t think you’re ever going to get it because of your ego? being afraid of being responsible of potentially hurting someone? She kind of admitted that to me. Idk what it is but it’s not okay.

behavior that's not really cool leading up to before we even moved (her rudeness started the DAY we moved in of course...but anyways:

when she got upset that I sympathize with her having having trust issues with her bf I was just trying to comfort her. SHE is the one who told me she had trust issues with him, i wasn't pulling it out of my ass. that girl blocked her bc she crashed her bf last hangout with them (I also thought that was weird, just let him hang out with his friends one last time since graduating) and then was unfriendly to her and making faces to her at HER house and then told me her bf resumed the hang out visibly upset after she left. Even if he asked her to come she shouldve just left them, and if you do show up at least be friendly and not an asshole. Of course she got blocked. If you trusted him there is NO reason to behave that way with someone he's friends with. I mean it was you that said "If I didn't trust him I wouldn't "let" him hang out with her.... That's a crazy statement to me and the whole thing was really not cool. If you can't hide that you dont like someone on your face like you said it on your face, then dont risk it. The girl was trying to be friendly with you because you made it very obvious that you didn't like her for whatever internal reasons you had.

A hostess should NEVER ask her guests for money no matter how big or small, especially when theyre already driving far for you, bringing gifts, and food at your request.

When her bf was asking her to stop and she wouldnt and she sent me several screenshots of her crossing his boundary while he was politely asking her over and over again to stop. (de ja vu lol)

there's so many more examples I can't even list them all. Sometimes she'd tell me things she says to people or interactions she'd have and I'd just say "you said that?..." or not really respond when she told me how they reacted to her or her confirming herself that what she said was rude and that she shouldn't have said it. I shouldv'e said that I had issues with it instead of trying to stay quiet and not upset her/support her. But that is a mistake I will never make again. When people show you who they are believe them. And it's also not on me to try to change someone or point out crazy behaviors especially if its a pattern. That is not my job. I can only control myself.

She's like "if you're still confused go back and look at our texts" HUH, I'm not confused, never was. Weird for you to assume that. Nothing about that interaction was confusing. YOU were 'confused' about what no means.

You want me to go back and see how unhinged and chaotic and hurtful youre capable of being? It’s like when she didn’t want to admit that she lost the mail key and said “I haven’t seen it since then either” but I’m like you obviously have seen it and then lost it because there’s mail sitting on the counter here.

“If you’re not going to genuinely understand what I was asking and think I was saying it’s not a big deal to do, then I’m not going to explain anymore”

First of all, I understood what you were asking and I said no. Second, you introduced that language when you manipulatively said “my therapist said it wasn’t a big deal to ask” after I said no, and after your going on and on and on with CRAZY statements about why you couldn’t understand why I couldn’t do it, that you would’ve done it if I asked you, that it was just “one thing”, that it would’ve made more sense for me to say no if you asked me to drive somewhere, and so much more, OF COURSE IM GOING TO THINK YOU THOUGHT IT WASNT A BIG THINNG TO DO AND THAT I SHOULD’VE JUST DONE IT. It’s simple deductive reasoning. I don’t know what you’re on..

And then she interprets me pointing out her bullshit back to her as me “speaking for her”. And she honestly, truly could not see where I was coming from or why I finally responded the way that I did and it was scary and extremely bizarre. Like for her to be THAT off and wrong and as aggressive about it as she was, it was like an out of body experience and I realized our friendship was done this time. It was like when I said I would never tell her her opinion was irrelevant and pointless to bring up when I disagree with her because it’s rude she interpreted that as me “I’m not going to say nothing like you’re telling me to” girl what?? That’s so defensive and honestly weird. Stop putting me in situations like this. It’s not fucking cool. I understood what she was saying and it’s obviously okay for people to not understand eachother, but she was a NIGHTMARE about it. A nightmare. And the truth was, I always understood what she was saying and I knew the way she was reacting to me was extremely fucked up, she didn’t understand what I was saying and she didn’t want to.

I just remember thinking in that moment that this girl is mentally ill and maybe I should just have some compassion instead of jumping to “she’s crazy” because this was absolutely insane. The first thing my therapist said when I showed her the messages because it was just too long to verbally explain was “is she neurodivergent?, she might have something” I said I think the ADHD is PARTLY why that conversation went the way it did, it played a hand in it. But the majority portion of the interaction was her being an asshole. I'll never forget the look on her face reading it... it's disturbing as hell. And if I’m her best friend and she talks to me like that…. That’s sad. I know she says crazy stuff to other people too but that is like tragic and so so deeply hurtful man. I am not the first or the last, hopefully I am though. Maybe it was a wake up call. It came up with my second therapist and she suggested that but I can't be concerned with whatever her story is now. We were just in our lives for a time in our adolescence and female friendships are really important.

It's just who she is and part of that is the capacity to be a chaotic, rude person. Constantly zoning out when I'm talking/talking over me/not remembering a lot of things that i say so i calmly repeat it/ getting irritated with me (she'd say "remember I told you" or "I thought I already explained that to you") when I would RARELY forget something she mentioned to me in a flurry and ask her to refresh my memory. I remember being surprised when she actually would remember certain things I told her. She became "a lot" to be around. It was overwhelming for obvious reasons. I used to get breaks from her before but living with her in that close proximity was a mistake. We were better when we had some distance every once in a while. This is what your 20s are for though. Learning from experiences like this.

For years I was hesitant about moving in with her bc I suspected we wouldn’t be friends anymore if we did, for various reasons. And when she gave me an out right before we decided to sign the lease I was scared that she would see me as fucking her over because it was too late for me to back out and not be friends with me anymore. The irony is that we’re not friends anymore anyway. I should’ve just done what was best for me. My heart wasn’t in moving with her anymore after July ended. I should’ve just told her but that’s on me. It seemed to make sense I didn’t want to commute anymore and neither did she. Thought it would be okay. Like I knew she had some ways and could be rude sometimes but I didn’t think things would go down as badly as they did because of her. Maybe subconsciously I did.

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heaven-s-black-box · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday- Mikayuu

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Recovery date: May 1st, 2020

Description: It’s Mika’s birthday and Shinoa squad has a gift!

Notes: N/A

Word count: 1 060

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Mika grunted and buried himself further into their bed. Their bed… that thought always brought a smile to his face. Their bed, their house... his and Yuu’s house. Mika smiled, still only partly awake. If you’d asked him a year ago where he’d be today, this is not what he would have said. Laying in a comfy-ish bed, in a house he shared with Yuu, with a beating heart. Yuu had found a way to turn him back with Kruel’s help, in exchange they’d also found a way to turn Asuramaru back into a vampire.

Mika squinted in the sunlight, of course Yuu had left the blinds open. Speaking of him, Mika thought, where is he? Mika yawned and sat up. He wasn’t completely used to being human again. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, they should do something about the view. Out the window you could only really see broken down buildings and some trees. They had fixed up an old house in a neighborhood that was being gradually restored.

Instead of completely rebuilding civilization after the war (that’s what they decided to call it), they decided to rebuild parts of already existing cities. Although Mika and Yuu were only staying in the city until things got back on their feet. The moon demon company had fixed up an old warehouse so that the children from the vampire cities could stay above ground. Mika and Yuu had been going over every day to take care of them. It was new, because unlike when they were kids, these kids saw them as parents not big brothers. And Mika loved that idea.

“Goodmorning Mika!” Yuu cheered, kicking their door open. He had a tray in his hands with two mugs and a plate with a stack of fluffy pancakes.

“Shhh,” Mika whined, laughing a little. “It’s too early.”

Yuu got a rather serious look on his face as he sat across Mika,”It’s eight in the morning. What do you mean early?”

“Not everyone is an early riser Yuu-chan,” Mika sighed before leaning forward and kissing Yuu.

When they pulled away, Yuu took Mika’s hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed the silver band on his ring finger. Mika’s face turned a little pink. Yuu had said he wanted to propose on Mika’s birthday but that waking up and being able to say “my fiance” would be better. Mika hadn’t the slightest clue what he meant. He could only assume it was something overly cliche.

“Come on, let’s eat! Shinoa and the others said they wanted to meet us around noon.”

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They’d spent the morning lazing around. After the pancake, that somehow tasted good, They’d been surprised with a visit from the tepes siblings. So, while Mika and Kruel enjoyed tea together and talked about wedding stuff (Kruel had always wanted to help plan one), Yuu and Ashera had a sword fight in the backyard. It was a rather peaceful morning, and when Mika had brought up the meeting with the Shinoa squad, her smile grew twice as big. Now he was really curious what was happening.

Around noon, they met with Shinoa squad for lunch. It was a different place then they usually went, closer to the highways. So when they asked Mika and Yuu to join them for a drive, he wasn’t as surprised. Worried? A little. Confused? Very. But this wasn’t the first strange thing this morning, so why would he be surprised. It seemed the adventure never ended with them.

“Almost there,” Mikizuki said after a while. He’d been the one to drive since Mika didn’t know where they were going, Yoichi didn’t feel like driving, and the other three were either too short or a road hazard. Mika still remembered the time Yuu crashed into a fire hydrant, that was funny.

“Mika. Can you put this on?” Yuu asked, handing him a blind fold. He stared at it for a bit before Yuu said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. See?” He laced their fingers together.

Reluctantly Mika let go of Yuu to put the blindfold on. Once it was on though, he didn’t let go of Yuu’s hand.

“Alright!” Yoichi said from the navigator seat. “Everyone out!”

Mika felt the weight of the car shift as Mitsuba got off Shinoa’s lap and they both left the car. Then Yuu helped him out of the car. They walked for a bit, Mika occasionally tripping over what he assumed were overgrown roots. Then the dirt changed to something that felt like gravel and he was stopped. When the blind fold was removed he came face to face with a sign. "The Hyakuya orphanage", It was new. The signs letters were all perfect and the wood wasn't rotten

Looking around he realized they were the courtyard of a mansion. Oddly enough, it looked like Ferid's, but they had gone in a different direction. There was a fountain with running water, and flower beds full of bright colours. The mansion itself had a grand staircase leading up to two big doors, and windows all along the front. There was an overhang above the door, and a few balconies higher up with glass doors. Through the giant first floor windows he could faintly see what looked to be a dinning room on the right and maybe a lounge on the left.

"Surprise!" Everyon but Kimizuki yelled. Not that Kimizuki didn't say surprise, his was more of a grumble though.

"What's-"

"Well it's your birthday," Mitsuba started, "and you always mention how you want to take care of the kids from the vampire cities. So, here!"

She motioned to the mansion behind her. "Your own orphanage."

"They can't stay in that warehouse forever, and you two have practically adopted them anyway. So, the moon demon company decided that letting you two raise them would be fine," Shinoa said.

"And you can come to us for help at any time! Right kimizuki?" Yoichi smiled looking up at his boyfriend.

"Ya sure." He grumbled, "You'll probably need all the help you can get if Yuu's trying to help. He'll probably make things worse." He smirked.

"HEY!"

"Thank you," Mika said, before Yuu and Kimizuki could start fighting. Everyone stopped and looked at him. " Really," he looked up at them and smiled, "this is probably the best Birthday ever."

#Researcher S's recovery #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #mikayuu #yuuichirou hyakuya #mikaela hyakuya #shinoa squad #shinoa hiiragi #shiho kimizuki #yoichi saotome #mitsuba sangu #fluff #oneshot #ONS oneshot

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glaucuspacificus · 3 years ago

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Woobification of Azula

So everyone knows about Zuko’s woobification in the fandom but we don’t really talk about the certain types of Azula redemption fanfics that do the same thing. Sort of.

There’s a certain genre of post-canon Azula-centric fics that make Azula appear weak, helpless and fragile, just like they do to Zuko.

However, instead of also portraying her as a kind and gentle person with lots of support, like with Zuko, they just focus on how broken she is.

I’m sure you know the type. She’s constantly apologising. Zuko is portrayed as the most divine being on the planet and Azula’s new-found purpose is to serve him. She has no ambition or agency in her life. And this is presented as good.

This Azula is also dependent on the woobification of Zuko and how he’s depicted as this divine saviour.

I think that this characterisation is rooted in misogyny, even if it is a subconscious choice. It’s probably a bit of a reach but I think it has some truth: this portrayal of Azula gets rid of her ambition and her agency while having her whole character and arc dependent on a male character which is pretty fishy to me.

I know people have probably already posted these ideas but I’ve been seeing a lot of these particular fics recently and while they’re not the worst depiction of Azula I’ve come across, it has been annoying me lately.

#atla #azula #avatar the last airbender #zuko #misogyny #don’t do this to the fire hazard siblings #fire hazard silbings

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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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Change of Scenery // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Captain Bobby Nash has kept a secret from his friends, his wife and his step children since 2015 when he came to LA. Bobby’s eldest and only surviving child comes to LA to reconcile and make amends all the while she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed firefighter.

Warnings: Swearing, death/familial loss, pregnancy, blood, angst, injuries/medical emergency, and fluff

Words: 8k

A/N: Back at it with another 9-1-1 fic. Hope you enjoy, and I may just have to do another crossover with 9-1-1 and Julie and the Phantoms.

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There are moments in our lives that define us, whether it can be known as a positive or negative, but the outcome is always the same. A six-letter word that strikes fear and excitement into the souls of humans is change. The fear can be for ourselves or as a result of a child, a sibling, or a parent branching out on their own. Unfortunately, you had gone through a harsh and cruel experience on a cold winter night in the city you grew up in.

A typical Thursday filled with classes at the college you attended in Minnesota on a scholarship, nothing out of the ordinary. The plan had been to drive to your parents’ apartment to catch up with them for the weekend. Saturday morning was already reserved for a girls day with your little sister Brook and your mom. In the afternoon, you’d promised to take your brother Bobby to the ball diamond.

Your bag was packed, the plan to drive straight from class to St. Paul the following day to arrive in the daylight. Your dad struggled with worry when it came to you driving in the dark and especially in winter with icy roads.

“Y/N!” Dottie screeched from the living room of the four-bedroom dormitory. The pretty and curvy brunette had been the first friend you made in college.

Typically Dottie was on the quieter side, so when she screamed, you practically sprinted to the girl.

“Where’s the fire?” You demanded with a smirk at the reference to a topic that was a constant in your family.

The fire drills your father conducted every four months for an exit plan in case of a fire and general information to save yourselves. He had also trained you to remember fire hazards and how to call dispatch with clear information if that time ever came. It never did and hopefully never would.

“The Lakeview Apartments in St. Paul.” Dottie’s dark brown eyes spoke only of pity and concern. The five foot ten roommate literally caught you as you tumbled into her arms with a loud grief-stricken scream.

You were forever indebted to the brunette for the plans she sacrificed to drive you back to St. Paul. There was absolutely no chance Dottie would allow you to both drive and be alone with no news. The media hadn’t released the names of the 148 deaths the fire relentlessly tore from the land of the living.

“I want to prepare you for what you’ll see. Your mother suffered severe third-degree burns over the majority of her body.” The kind nurse, also one of your friend’s parent, explained as she guided you to the Burn Center in the Regions Hospital, “I don’t want to lie and tell you she’ll be fine. You’re an adult Y/N. You deserve the truth and not be coddled.”

“Is she gonna survive?” You quietly asked, “Has she woken up since she was brought in?”

“The doctor placed her on a high dosage of morphine for the pain. Your father hasn’t left her side.” Lucinda informed you with sympathy written as over her face, The hazel eyes unable to adequately meet yours.

“I’ll check on her, then could you take me to the rooms my siblings are in?” You asked, completely unaware Brook and Bobby had been DOA at the hospital.

Your father hadn’t answered the text messages or the voicemails you had left on his phone—radio silent. You couldn’t be mad when he was with your mom, but a text would have been nice.

“This is where your mother is staying for the unforeseeable future. If you need anything, you can call me.” Lucinda softly replied before turning her heel to head back to the Burn Centre’s front desk.

It was horrific walking into a room with no idea if the occupant who had raised you would survive. The confident, gorgeous mother you had for the past nineteen years was unfamiliar to you, the extensive gauze covering nearly every inch of her body. You almost couldn’t even recognize the man sitting in the chair with his hands wrapped.

“Dad? What happened?” You questioned the grieving man. The only person left in your family as you would soon come to know.

“Y/N?” Bobby gasped, pushing himself to his feet, staring at his only living child. The guilt ate at him just staring at you with those light brown eyes, “Oh, sweetheart.”

Your dad crossed the room in a few steps. The scent of smoke was still clinging to every part of him, but it was fine. Your dad was okay, minus the wounds on his hands. You’d always been closer with your father than your mother.

“Dad, what happened?” You quietly asked the ashamed firefighter that had to reconcile his feelings on the fire and his career—that struggle ending up pushing you away when he really just wanted you as close as possible.

“The building caught on fire after an ember from a heater lit a blanket on fire,” Bobby informed you with his eyes pinned on his wife. Bobby knew the chances of Marcy surviving were incredibly low, and he had to tell you that.

Bobby only knew the details passed on from a firefighter who pitied the man who’d lost most of his family.

“Is Mom gonna be okay?” You questioned, and the said injured woman in the bed weakly responded.

“Baby?” Marcy quietly questioned from her absolutely still position on the hospital bed, “Uh, Bobby.”

You left your father’s side to be as close to your mom as possible, with the clear plastic separating you for her safety. Your heart shattered at the sheer exhaustion in her pretty blue eyes.

“Hi, Mom.” You shakily spoke with one hand lightly pressed against the plastic divider. You didn’t even notice when your dad stepped up too.

“Marcy?” Bobby called out from right beside you, just as torn up, but Bobby carried extra weight on his shoulders, “We’re right here, Marcy. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

The muffled grunt of pain, your mom’s attempt to save you from grief, Marcy let out as she turned her head to look at you. You knew deep in your gut that this was the time place you would see your mom alive. And by the look in her eyes, she knew too.

“The...kids…?” Your mom’s breathing became more erratic as she questioned the man she viewed as her hero. The man she believed had saved her and their youngest children, “Where...are they?”

“The kids are fine.” The way your father said it and the tears led to the knowledge once kept from you.

“No.” You whispered, seeing the total grief written clear on his face. The pain meds and agony kept your mom from knowing the truth.

“They’re safe.”

“I knew you’d come and save us.” Your mom breathed as her eyes started hiding the pretty blue you’d now only see in pictures. In your dreams, until even those faded as father time cruelly pulled you along.

Then your worst nightmare happened. You watched as the woman you looked up to flatlined with the thought of her children safe. You’d always know she’d held on just long enough to find out the state of her children. You could only hope she’d forgive your father for lying to her as she died.

“Mom!” You screamed, fighting the arms of an orderly restraining you. You barely noticed the resistance to your frantic attempts.

One minute you were staring at a team unsuccessfully trying to revive your long-gone mother, then you were in a hotel room. The atmosphere tense and quiet between father and daughter, with the ghost of your dead family to keep you both company. You could hear Brook gagging every time you’d kissed your now ex. You could see Bobby toddling after you years ago.

At least you had your father—a father whose guilt festered until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“It was my fault.” He murmured, staring at the barely eaten burger that tasted solely just cardboard. He couldn’t bear to look at your face, “I didn’t mean to leave it on.”

Your head snapped to stare at him in disbelief, “What do you mean you didn’t mean to leave it on?”

“I-I went to the roof to sleep after your mom kicked me out. I didn’t have my keys to the apartment I had below ours.” Bobby began spilling the lies he’d told to you about his addictions. Of the apartment, you’d had no clue was even in his possessions.

The pain of losing your family tore into you, “You took my mom away from me. I’ll never get to share my wedding day with her. Shopping for a dress and gossiping about boys. I’ll never be able to wipe Brook’s tears during her first heartbreak.”

Each word broke Bobby more and more.

“You stole my future. You’re selfish, ungrateful and utterly pathetic. You cost so many people so much, all because you sought out your next high.” You spat, glaring at someone you’d never expected to hurt you. You didn’t notice your hands grabbing your possessions nor opening the hotel room door, “You couldn’t even properly try to get clean.”

“Y/N-”

“Get your shit together before you kill anyone else. I never want to see you again.” You sobbed with regret already festering in your body, but pride held you back from apologizing.

Upon your return to your dorm with Dottie by your side, you immediately began the process to enter an exchange program. Within a month, your feet entered Sydney Airport. You didn’t return to America for several years.

You took a job as a casual lifeguard on Bondi Beach, met Lucas in a meet-cute situation at the grocery store. You graduated college and found a job as a paramedic as you began becoming a flight paramedic. In 2020 Lucas and you discovered you’d be bringing in a little baby into the world.

Learning about your little Cashew growing safe in your womb fanned the flame of desire to reconcile. Ultimately the pride kept pushing the urge to apologize for the cruel words you told your father further away. You naively believed you had all the time in the world.

Remember the six-letter scary word? If losing your mom, siblings, and father was a devastating blow, losing Lucas was nearly tied. Your little Cashew lost their father before they even got to meet him. That was push enough to pack up your home and fly back to America with your father’s new address as soon as you could.

In the fallout of the apartment fire, your father relocated from Minnesota to Los Angeles.

Los Angeles, 2020

As soon as you’d found the nicest but cheapest hotel to stay in until you found a place, you walked the streets of LA. The first order of business of approaching your father at his workplace as you had no personal address. Residing still in Minnesota, Deputy Chief Evans had only given you the address of Bobby’s work.

You could only hope Bobby wouldn’t turn you away. That he was willing to bridge the gap, you’d widened over the years. That he could forgive the silence to each email, he sent when you changed numbers.

“We should go out to dinner.” The female voice was what brought you back to the present time. The woman was beautiful with her buzzed head and clear skin.

Right by her side was a dark-haired male of Asian ethnicity with a bag thrown over his shoulder, “If you’re paying, you bet I’ll be there.”

The two continued to converse in their own world until the man had to literally dodge you when they finally noticed you.

“Does Chief Bobby Nash work here?” You inquired, having no desire to enter small talk when the baby was sitting on your bladder again. You nearly retched when the man stared down at your swollen midsection, shocked, “It’s not his baby.”

Hen caught the evident disgust on your face, “He’s in his office. I’ll guide you there…”

“Y/N.” You supplied the firefighter. Hen smiled in response, “And your name is…”

“Henrietta Wilson, but you can call me Hen. That was Howard Han. He goes by Chimney, and I’ve been sworn to secrecy on the name.” Hen chuckled in her steps to the closed door of the fire chief. Hen swiftly knocked on the door to give Bobby a heads up.

“Come in!” Bobby called from his pile of paperwork he had pushed and waited to work on. It had slipped as the date came closer. Your twenty-seventh birthday, the seventh one since he last saw you.

“Cap, a woman is asking for you,” Hen told her friend and boss. It’s a good thing you didn’t choose to surprise your father because Hen was shorted, and your bump made manoeuvring around tricky.

“What can I do…” Bobby trailed off when he saw the girl waiting to talk to him. The pen in his hand dropped to the table in shock.

Hen glanced between the two equally taken aback individuals, “Am I missing something here?”

“Hey, dad.” You whispered to the man who’d been dreaming of this moment since the minute you left. He’d searched for you at your previous college and nearly made a missing person report.

“Dad?” Hen couldn’t pick her jaw up from the floor if she even wanted to because this was juicy information. Sure, Bobby had caved into telling his team, his family that he’d lost his wife and two children in a fire.

He rarely talked about his life before the 118, but he’d never mentioned having a surviving daughter. Not in the handful of times he’d talked about the tragedy, nor did he have any objects or photos of you.

“You’re really here?” Bobby lightly chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. Hen had only seen a handful of times. All of them had Athena in the scene, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You beamed, stepping closer to the man you’d missed dearly, “I’m so sorry for the way I left. What I said was cruel and untrue. You aren’t selfish, and I can’t blame you for something you couldn’t control.”

Bobby grinned. He’d stepped around his desk only to halt when he took in an undeniable development—the baby bump you carried.

“Is-”

“I’m pregnant. Six months along with a baby girl.” You laughed to the apparent disbelief in your father’s light brown eyes. His gaze continued to shift between the bump and your e/c eyes.

“Wow. Sorry, this is...wow.”

“She’s one of the reasons I wanted to come back. To fix our relationship because I want her to know her grandpa. You’re the only grandparent Poppy will know.” Bobby was quick to tug you into his arms as soon as the first tear dropped down your cheek.

There was so much you wanted to tell your father, but that overwhelming grief rose higher. You’d left Australia where Lucas laid in a plot in a cemetery. You left the friends you’d found in the city. Left the lifeguard job you’d come to love.

“Where are you and your partner staying?”

“He...uh...Lucas passed away recently.”

The arms holding you tightened in response to your confession, “Oh sweetheart.”

“I didn’t know where else to go. I can’t stay in the home we bought. Not the place he died when I couldn’t save him.”

“I don’t know what happened, but it wasn’-”

“Don’t coddle me. I was...am a paramedic. A flight paramedic, to be specific, so I know that my hesitation could be the reason he died.”

Your career took the father by complete and utter surprise because you’d always planned on a different job. Before the fire that claimed so many lives, you’d never entertained a career in the emergency field.

“We have a lot to catch up on. First, you need to know that I’ll always love your mother no matter what, but you need to know. I met someone when I first moved here, and we were friends at first. She divorced her husband. We started dating...sweetheart, I remarried.”

A wave of emotions flared in your chest, from betrayal to sadness and ultimately happiness. Having lost your first love, you understood and knew if love came around for you, you wouldn’t ignore it. Lucas wouldn’t want that.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

Re-entering into Bobby’s new life was a difficult adjustment for everyone included. Tension had risen between Athena and Bobby for a brief period. Athena hadn’t even been aware of your existence, but she could fault Bobby. Athena had even told her first husband about her late fiance Emmett when they were still together.

It was difficult for you with the new addition of two step-siblings in the same birth order as Brook and Bobby had been. The Grant siblings had welcomed you into the family without any reservations.

“Did you ever get to fly the chopper?” Harry asked as he scrubbed the dirty dish from the Sunday family dinner.

It was the first dinner that had no awkward tension since you arrived back in the country. Athena had taken a bit to warm up, but it was nothing personal. She’d actually been the one to find you you’d been staying at a hotel. Mama Athena did not like her pregnant step-daughter living at a hotel. She’d actually stormed your room with Hen and Karen as back up to pack your room and leave for the Grant-Nash house.

“No. I had to help keep the patients alive. If I’m telling the truth...sometimes I didn’t even notice I was in the air.” You whispered to your stepbrother. He was just invested in your career as he had been when Bobby first entered their lives.

“That is so cool!” Harry enthused with soap suds splashing your thin knitted sweater. Harry’s mouth formed an ‘o’ when you flicked water onto his face in retaliation.

“Do you know Bondi Beach in Australia?” You inquired the youth with the chore of dishes completed.

“Yeah! There’s a tv show called Bondi Rescue! I watch the clips on YouTube!” Harry exclaimed, hot on your heels to the couch. Out of May and Harry, he followed you around with questions about your life in Australia.

“I was a casual lifeguard. I’m not featured on that show, but I would get called in when a lifeguard was needed. It paired well with my job as a flight paramedic.” You half-smiled, remembering the Bondi lifeguards who had welcomed you into the family. You became one of them when they started pranking you.

“Did you ever see a shark-”

“Harry, go brush your teeth. Leave Y/N alone.” Athena informed her youngest from the open patio doors. Your father, Athena and May had been outside as soon as the table had been cleared.

“But-”

“Harry,” Athena warned the youngest Grant. Harry didn’t attempt to argue with his stern mother; all he did was hug you quickly. You watched the young boy disappear into the hallway.

“He reminds you of your little brother?” Athena questioned. In your time of reminiscing, the older woman had settled in Harry’s previous position.

“A little.” You whispered, “Thank you for welcoming me into the family. For making my dad happy.”

“You know I may have some baby clothes put away if you’d like to use them?” Athena offered with that smile that made you feel at home. Athena was far different from your late mother, with her presence commanding respect and intelligence. Your mom was similar, but I suppose it could be described as a softer touch.

“Anyway, saving a penny is appreciated. I have a question for you also.” You hesitantly started with a bundle of nerves deep in your belly. Athena turned to give you her full attention.

“Well? Out with it.” Athena pushed, but she had a slight feeling of what you were about to ask her.

“My mom was one the strongest women I know. It hurts that my baby won’t get to experience her love and guidance, and you can say no. We’ve only known each other a short time, but would you consider...maybe being a grandma to my baby?”

Giddy was the feeling Athena developed along with the laughing smile that only came from happiness. The woman could only nod her head in response to your hesitant question. To Athena’s knowledge but not yours, Bobby was softly smiling, watching his formerly estranged daughter getting along with your stepmom.

“Oh!” You gasped as your baby kicked hard enough for her foot imprint to be seen through your knitted sweater.

Bobby was by your side in concern the second he heard your startled sound, but Athena wasn’t that concerned. Athena remembered having the same reaction.

“Are you okay?” Bobby frantically questioned. He faltered when the woman shared a belly-deep laugh at the sheer fear written in the seasoned firefighter’s eyes.

“Poppy was kicking.” You chuckled as your father’s shoulders dropped in relief, “Here.”

Your nimble fingers clasped around your father’s wrist to bring his palm to the spot Poppy was kicking. A certain lightness flooded your entire body, being capable of sharing this experience with Bobby. Watching tears well up in the grandpa to be’s brown eyes.

“Whoa.” Bobby breathlessly spoke as Poppy kicked against his palm. The feeling building in his was exhilarating with the small amount of grief mixed in, “I remember when your mom was pregnant with you. We didn’t know if we were having a girl or boy, but she was adamant you would be a kickboxer. So active.”

Athena watched as the relationship between father and daughter started healing directly in front of her eyes. The Sergeant was about to give you two some privacy when you caught her hand in your free one.

“Here.” You informed the older woman shifting to place her hand where your father’s hand had previously been. Your e/c eyes sought the wonder-filled different shades of brown eyes the couple had.

“You should get some sleep,” Athena spoke, staring at her hand resting on your bump. Her dark chocolate brown rising to find your gaze, “You won’t be getting a lot once she arrives.”

Bobby and Athena watched as you turned the corner to the spare room Athena’s parents used when they visited. For the time being, you’ve moved into the room, and the Grant-Nash house hoped you would stay. May had always wanted a sister, and Harry loved all the stories you told about Australia.

“You know, at some point, you’ll have to talk to her.”

“I just was-’

“-without anyone else being the buffer. Bobby, both your lives is evidence enough that some things are too trivial to stress over.” Athena pinned her stern gaze on her husband. The same husband is actively trying to avoid her penetrating gaze.

“What I did-’

“Is in the past, Bobby. You have a second chance with that wonderful woman in that bedroom and our grandchild. Now, are you sure that having the party at the firehouse is okay?”

A hand supported the base of your back where an ache tended to stay for most of the day. That ache wasn’t the worst symptom of your pregnancy. You had heartburn constantly that tied with unfortunate constipation that had thankfully lessened. Your purse always had a cardigan for the hot flashes as well.

“Perfect! May has my car, and Bobby needed that.” Athena beamed from the open bay of the 118. One of the firefighters, Eddie, if you recalled, snagged your purse and the specific ingredient for a recipe.

“You could have borrowed Bobby’s-”

“His vehicle is in the shop Buck.” Athena interrupted the only member of the 118 you had let to officially meet.

Now there were two suspects of the sudden shortness of breath you started experiencing. It could be Poppy in the limited space in your body or the handsome firefighter. Buck had to be hands down none of the most attractive men you’d ever encountered. His dark blonde hair had minimal height, but the soft waves made your fingers itch to feel it. His ocean blue eyes crinkled at the corners with mirth.

“Ah, so you’re flesh and blood of Cap?” Buck questioned from in front of you. His blue eyes centred solely on you, with half a mind thanking himself that he could navigate the station blindfolded in the dark.

“For the last twenty-seven years, I have been.” You retorted, stopping at the edge of the stairs to the apparatus. Your keen sense of smell catching one of your favourite meals your father had dug up from the recipes he hadn’t used in years.

A zing of electricity trailed off your arm when a calloused palm met yours. Your e/c eyes followed the path of tan skin until it reached the shirt sleeve of Buck’s t-shirt. The shirt emblazoned on the chest with the department’s insignia. The man in the casual uniform guided you safely up the stairs with his hand on your back.

The pressure of Buck’s hand on your aching back muscle nearly brought what would be an embarrassing moan from your lips. Thankfully a gasp of surprise fell out instead at the banner hanging with other decorations.

“What?” You choked, cupping your hands to your face. Pure unadulterated shock and affection flooded every inch of you.

The entire 118 squad intermixed with their loved ones surrounded the open area with grins. On a table behind everyone was many wrapped gifts. But the cake was the most impressive.

A large rectangular cake in the realistic shape of a fire engine parked in front of a fire hydrant with a fondant hose going to the truck. On top of the fire truck was the turnout boots next to the matching helmet, the 118 proudly on it. You adored the turnout coat draping off the top to hang off the side.

“If you look at the helmet, it says Poppy.” Buck enthused, guiding you even closer to catch the immaculate cake, “It has to be the best cake we’ve gotten from them.”

“Hey, my rebar head cake was phenomenal!” Chimney called with a belying grin on his face. His hand encased by a brunette woman about his height with her heels on.

“It’s a long story.” Buck offered as soon as you gave him a weird questioning look, “Let me introduce you to everyone!”

For the next five minutes, you spend it by meeting the family of 118, including Eddie’s completely adorable son. Christopher was happy to sit next to you as soon as Harry had found you. Slowly the others came closer to hear the stories.

“What’re the most common injuries on the beach?” Denny, Hen and Karen’s ten-year-old son questioned.

“Bluebottle Jellyfish stings. On one day, we had hundreds of people come to the tower for stings, and the treatment for the minor ones is stingose spray and ice.”

“My question is how a girl from Minnesota is a lifeguard in Australia. Especially on Sydney’s most dangerous beach.” Chimney inserted, waving his bottle of pop at you, his eyes kept moving towards the wine Maddie brought.

Unfortunately, the 118 wouldn’t be celebrating with the wine until their shifts ended in a few short hours. It was a damn miracle they hadn’t been called out yet.

“This former Minnesotan spent summers at my best friend’s parents’ place in Cali as a lifeguard. Also, Bondi is not the most dangerous beach in Sydney. That’s Tamarama.” You pointed towards the man who raised his hands in surrender.

“Have you ever seen a dead body?” Harry asked, bringing a sobering silence in the question’s wake.

Your body language changed as soon as he asked, “Unfortunately, I’ve seen death as a paramedic and as a lifeguard.”

“You’re a paramedic? I thought you were just a lifeguard?” Buck asked, interested in the new information. Buck could feel his Captain’s eyes on the back of his head; he was sure Bobby could smell the attraction on Buck.

“Casual lifeguard. Called when needed as a backup.” You turned your e/c eyes towards the arguably youngest member of the 118.

“How many dead-”

“Harry.” Athena warned her son from continuing a topic that killed the ease and happiness you’d shown previously, “Why don’t we stop talking about-”

“Too many, Harry.” You interrupted your stepmom with a gentle smile towards the woman, “It’s not just drowning that claims lives but also the cliffs surrounding the beaches. Lifeguards patrol more than the beaches and water. Lifeguards respond to medical emergencies, mostly spinal until the paramedics arrive.”

“Oh-”

“I had a fellow lifeguard leave the job because of the suicides we deal with.”

“...who wants cake?” Karen used the quiet interlude of the much too serious topic for a group of kids barely in the double digits of ages. All referenced children followed Hen’s life to the beautiful baked creation.

“Sorry for getting dark there.”

“We all know the dark side of the jobs we chose to do. You sound like you miss Australia. Are you going to return there?” Eddie questioned with one eye pinned on his son, consuming more sugar than he wished.

Eddie’s question did raise self-doubt, but you knew that ultimately living in Australia was no longer a viable option.

“There’s nothing there for me.”

Eddie, Buck and your father understood that mentality to a ‘t’ with family complications keeping them away. Your father for obvious reasons, whereas Eddie and Buck each had a living family with opinions only they saw right.

“You’re always welcome here. Especially when you bring that little cutie to the firehouse.” Maddie cooed towards your baby bump. The 911 dispatcher had asked many questions about your pregnancy.

Maddie was the type of person who could make a stranger feel like they had known for their entire lives.

“Here.”

A plate of the cake was thrust in front of your face courtesy of Maddie’s brother Buck. It is quite literally the perfect size you could ask for. In his other hand, he had a new bottle of water waiting for you to grab.

“Thank you, Buck.” Your shock must have shown in your voice when his cheeks flushed.

“This whole party is a celebration for you, so you shouldn’t have to get up...unless you want to!” Buck rushed to respond, getting more flustered with the amused look of his older sister on him, “You’re already doing something absolutely amazing, so you should get to rela-”

“Buck!” You laughed, ending the older man’s rambling thoughts. The entire party attendees had started watching Buck’s failed smooth attempt.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Buck mutely nodded in response, “No prob-”

The bell was the one to interrupt him instead. The on-duty firefighters rushed down from the upper levels to the lockers. The swift suiting up impressed you as it was like you blinked, and the bay was empty.

“Should be the last call before they get off shift.” Maddie, still occupied with the cake she was eating, “That wine looks so good!”

Your attention snapped from the vacant spots the 118 vehicles parked to the woman ploughing down on the cake. Sure it was good, but not that good. Maybe you could tell as a pregnant woman, or perhaps you just caught some of the symptoms you felt.

“How far along are you?”

Maddie froze, “What are you talk-”

“You’re pregnant, right?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Chim and I found out recently, but we want to wait on telling people. Once the first trimester is over, everyone can know.” Maddie pleaded with two hands cupped under her chin in a prayer position. The pretty brunette using the puppy dog eyes on the new friend she’d made.

“You should tell Buck-”

“We will once we enter the safe zone. So tell me about your baby’s father.” Maddie swiftly changed the subject, unaware of the ache developing in your midsection.

“Lucas Gowan.” You mussed, recalling the freckled half Australian half Scots man with the thick red locks.

“Ooh, is he still in Australia?”

“Technically, he is. I met him at the grocery store near the university campus. I’d transferred to escape my grief. It was purely an attraction at first sight before developing into love at first sight. We convocated and moved into a cosy little place. We’d only just found out about the baby when Lucas passed away.”

As you told Maddie, your hand had moved to cradle the only remaining piece of Lucas.

“His death was unexpected and sudden. He’d taken a run the morning of our scan to find out baby Gowan’s gender. He fell off the side of the cliff. I was told he died instantly. The investigator believes his shoelace untied, and he stepped on it. Fell right off the side.”

“I’m so sorry.” Maddie breathed, leaning closer to hold your hands in her own, “He’d be so proud of you. For returning to the states. Do you keep in contact with his family?”

“He was an only child. Parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. He was in foster care until he aged out of the system. Poppy is named after his mom.”

Maddie instinctively knew talking about Lucas was, “You know you get along pretty well with Buck... I’ve never seen him so flustered.”

“Maddie, I can tell you are a very intelligent woman, but you’re wrong here. Why would a guy like Buck be interested in a pregnant woman with a reconciling relationship with her father and his Captain while grieving her baby’s dad?”

Maddie tilted her head to the side, “Because I know my brother. He’s only ever had that look when I first moved to LA. Back when Abby was still important to him.”

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

Maddie’s mouth opened to speak, but you were saved by the bell when Athena called you over for pictures. Then her attempts got thwarted once more when the 118 returned to the house perfectly synced to the end of shift.

“Driving here was the last time until the baby’s here. You’ve got precious cargo-”

“I’m seven months pregnant; I can still drive. There’s no law saying I can’t-”

Never argue with Athena Grant-Nash, “It may not be illegal, but I won’t endanger my daughter or my granddaughter.”

“I have to get to my OB/GYN appointment tomorrow. You and Dad each have a long shift during my scheduled appointment. Harry is both too young to drive and in school. May has a shift at dispatch. There’s literally no one available to take me.”

Bobby watched as two of the most important women in his life argued over something as trivial as driving. Harry shook at listening to someone fighting against his mother; she could be terrifying.

“I can take her.”

Everyone in the fir house turned to the voice who’d offered suddenly and found the sheepish form of a tall firefighter. Eddie’s eyebrows raised at his best friend.

“I don’t work tomorrow. I’ve got no plans. Albert’s got some date with a girl at her place.”

“I couldn’t put you out.”

“You need a ride, and I’ll be bored, so why not take my new friend to her baby doctor.”

“Baby doctor?” Hen parroted to her wife in astonishment towards her coworker and close friend. Both the women found the blatant flirting from Buck to the soon to be mother.

“She’ll take you up on the offer. She’s staying in our guest room. Come early for breakfast before you go. We’ll be having waffles.”

Buck found any excuse to visit the Grant-Nash home with the motive to hang out with you ever since the baby shower. From delivering baked goods from your favourite bakery to insisting on driving you to appointments. Didn’t matter if Athena or Bobby could take you; Buck was adamant he drove you.

The friendship was easy going and very natural, like a ball glove still moulded perfectly to your hand. The hangouts in your home evolved to weekly visits to restaurants with guidelines to the current event happening worldwide.

Ultimately it even led to a test date.

“You look breathtaking.” Buck breathlessly informed you once he’d gently pushed your chair closer to the table.

“Thank you.” You kindly responded despite thinking the complete opposite to the charming man sitting across from you.

Athena and May had helped you get ready for the date with calming words on how going on a date so far into the pregnancy was okay. Then, your father had tentatively inserted himself with sage advice on re-entering the dating scene.

“I thought we could grab some ice cream after,” Buck spoke up as soon as the waiter had taken your drink order. Buck had decided to refrain from alcohol and went with glasses of lemonade and water.

“You shouldn’t say that. I’ll just want ice cream.” You snickered, caressing the taut belly you’d grown to love. In fact, the firm push of a heel announced Poppy’s agreement with ice cream as dessert.

“How is Poppy?”

“The doc says she’s right on track. Healthy all around and in the position, she’s supposed to be at this stage.” Buck adored the affectionate smile that always appeared when the topic of your pregnancy was brought up.

“That’s amazing! Bobby gushes about you and Poppy. The fridge has an entire door dedicated to sonograms of Poppy. Even a few from that maternity shoot Hen and Maddie surprised you with.”

A few weeks had passed since the baby shower the 118 had surprised you with. Maddie had announced her pregnancy to the joy of the chosen family she had. Bobby had put together a crib he had painted. Michael, Athena’s ex-husband, had started making plans for adding on to the house for a room for the baby.

Despite informing the architect, you planned on moving out when you had saved enough, he’d made a sound argument. Athena would want a place for the baby to stay when you visited, or the woman demanded to babysit.

Now you found yourself in a National forest not far from Los Angeles, posing in front of nature. A surprise photoshoot Hen and Karen had organized with Karen’s brother Trey. Maddie and Athena had been the ones who drove you.

“Hold the teddy bear on your bump,” Trey informed you from behind his professional and intimidating camera. The photographer praised you in the rapid movement to listen to his offer.

“Hey! Maddie! You should take a few photos. I need a pee break.” You didn’t wait for Maddie to respond in your rush to the somewhat rustic bathroom hut.

By the time you returned, Maddie was taking a couple pictures. Then you took some with Athena to have on the nursery walls and for Bobby to have a photo for his desk.

“Now one with all three of you.”

Present

“So a daredevil.” You stated unsurprised that the firefighter had a history of recklessness. You don’t go into firefighting without a taste for danger.

“The bruises and blood fit better than the awful bleached hair during my time in Peru.” Buck laughed, recalling the questionable choice in his fashion pre-firefighting. Sometimes he missed the people he encountered in his period of self-discovery.

“You didn’t wear puka sh-”

“I did. Bleached hair, puka shells and Hawaiian shirts were my staples during my bartending years. I fit in with the aesthetic of the bar I tended.”

“Buck!” You nearly gasped at his raw honesty. Buck didn’t hold back any answers to your questions, but you each strayed from the topic of family.

Talking about the tragic family history wasn’t a good idea on the first time regardless of the time you’d known each other.

“You’re telling me-” Buck halted as soon as he caught the flash of discomfort flicker over your beautiful features, “Are you okay?”

“She shifted. Been sitting on my blad-” You cut yourself off with a hiss of pain. Buck’s eyes widened at the pain taking over your features, “Oh, that hurt.”

Buck went straight into work mode, “Have you been in pain for long?”

“No. A few cramps here and there today, but my doctor said it was nothing to worry about.” You informed the experienced first responder resting level to your knees.

Buck didn’t want to say it, but he was sure that you’d gone into early labour. There was no indication your water had broken, but he kept over the last hour together. Every once in a while, you shifted or pressed a hand to your bump.

“Has your water broken?”

You shook your head, “No, but...oh... that’s not a cramp.”

With that statement out, you clenched your fingers tight on the edge of the table as pain rippled in your belly. A contraction that stole your breath momentarily. In your contraction, Buck had dialled 911. Buck recalled that sometimes a woman’s water doesn't break until right before the birth.

“We’re not getting that ice cream, are we?” You snorted upon being lifted onto the gurney. How fortunate or unfortunate you were to have the 118 right there.

Hen had taken a position at your feet to check on your lower body while Chimney took your vital signs. You honestly didn’t like the look Hen and Chimney shared with Buck.

“What is it?”

“We’re gonna need to deliver here.” Hen sighed, giving you the facts that terrified you. When you envisioned having the baby, it was in a medical centre. Not in a restaurant.

“My office is large and away from the crowd if you want. I can show you the way.” Sophie, the restaurant manager, offered already starting to lead the way. Sophie would never know how thankful you felt for being able to have privacy.

“Okay, Y/N, is it okay if I check how dilated you -.” Hen breathed with her hand, gently disappearing until the thin blanket Chimney procured from the stocked ambulance, “Y/N when I saw I want you to do that.”

Hen didn’t need to check your dilation when she could see the baby’s head already.

“I’m right here.” Buck cooed in your ear. He had held your hand as his coworkers did their jobs around you.

“This isn’t the way I envisioned you seeing my pu-”

“Push.” Hen urged, cutting off your almost vulgar language, but it eased the tension in the small restaurant office. You couldn’t even see Buck’s flustered reaction as you bore down with the contraction, “Good! Take a breath.”

“You’re a strong woman. It never ceases to amaze me the strength women have.” Buck spoke, keeping your e/c eyes on his blue ones. His hand raised to push a strand of your sweaty hair off your temple.

“Once more push!” Hen called out just in time with the last contraction. The feeling of the pressure between your legs popping was moan inducing.

Poppy was silent. Your entire body froze, yearning for the sweet sound of crying instead of the eerie silence. The world stood still as Chimney worked on your baby girl.

“Pulse is strong,” Chimney announced, keeping his attention on the task of clearing Poppy’s throat and nose. And that sweet sound of crying commenced, “Congratulations Y/N, you have a beautiful baby girl. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Your father beat the ambulance to the nearest ER in pure anticipation at meeting his granddaughter Poppy Nash Gowan. He barely noticed as Buck stuck to your side like glue. Bobby waited outside the door as you got checked over in the room.

“Quite the first date.” You mused towards Buck, who hovered in awe over the life form you had carried for nine months. You’d been pregnant for three quarters of an entire year to his fascination.

“All my meaningful relationships started with a medical emergency.” Buck finally looked up at you. He’d kept Poppy company in the bassinet while you delivered the afterbirth upon entering the hospital.

“Seriously?”

“Had a tracheostomy on Valentine’s Day with Abby, an earthquake with Ali and a newscaster in a crashed helicopter.” Buck listed off. He hadn’t even noticed scooping the newborn into his arms until he’d sat in the chair by your bed, “Why not add a sudden labour and delivery.”

“He would have liked you.”

The sentence came out of absolutely nowhere. Almost like something had ripped it out of your vocal cords. At the look of confusion, you elaborated.

“Lucas. He would have liked you. I think if it is possible, he might have pushed me into meeting you. I’ll still need to take it slow, but I’d like to give this a shot.”

That was all Buck needed to lean in closer to kiss you—the first of many kisses.

Some might disagree on how quick your relationship with Buck developed, but they didn’t know yours at all. It was natural with the firefighter who stepped into the role of father figure for a growing Poppy. By the time Poppy was one, you’d moved into a house not far from your father’s place with Buck. By the time Poppy was three, a pretty ring had sat on your finger. By five, the young girl had a baby brother.

“Your parents spoil Poppy.”

“You say that like you didn’t crawl into her crib during her afternoon naps.” You deadpanned towards your husband. Buck had the nerve to sheepishly grin, “You give in each time she says ‘pwetty pwease’ for a cookie.”

“It’s a crime to make her sad!” Buck defended himself, but a grin of amusement threatened his act, “Besides, you crack each time too!”

“Mhm. Just wait until Theo can talk.” You pressed a kiss to the sleeping infant strapped into the baby carrier. Theodore Robert Buckley could fall asleep in a thunderstorm if he was in Buck’s arms.

“Oh! Maddie wants to have Poppy over for a play date. Madster’s been begging for her cousin to have a sleepover.”

Maddie and Chimney’s daughter was only a few months younger than your daughter, but the two were thick as thieves. Buck had referred to the Han daughter as Madster with how similar her mannerisms were to her mother.

“Think they’d take the rascal?”

“Is this code for you wanting to have another?” Buck questioned with a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes. The same blue Theo had inherited along with a birthmark like Buck’s on his bicep.

“I-” You choked, blinking furiously, “Evan, I pushed Theo out of my body barely three months ago!”

Buck inconspicuously winked in response with the sudden scream of excitement coming from Poppy. The rambunctious five-year-old ploughed into Buck’s legs full force. Falling into the practised ease, you’d unstrapped Theo from Buck’s chest and promptly had his tiny body stolen into his grandpa’s arms.

“There’s my boy.” Bobby cooed to the sleep drunk tiny infant. The little baby is crowded by his Gram Athena and Aunt May, “Gonna have to get you a Minnesota Wilds jersey.”

“Hell no. That boy is LA born and bred. He’ll be wearing a Kings jersey like the civilized.” Michael announced with the sudden arrival of Theo and Poppy’s Uncle Harry.

“Mommy? When are we going to Stralia?” Poppy inquired from right beside your leg. Her tiny handheld is the giant one of her dad.

“In a few weeks. Are you excited to see the mommy’s old friends again?”

“Hm. Can we see Dada?”

Buck may be Poppy’s father, but he’d never let Poppy go without knowing she had two fathers in all. Her first one waiting to meet here decades from the time she was born and solely referenced Lucas as Dada. Buck was grateful for the man who brought Poppy into existence; the little green-eyed tot Buck could never regret. Unlike Buck’s parents keeping his older brother’s existence a secret, the firefighter refused to follow in their footsteps. He’d continue to shower the late Lucas in gratitude and respect. He refused to make the same mistakes as Phillip and Margaret Buckley.

“Of course. C’mon Poppy, time to say goodbye.” Buck guided the little girl to the extended family showering her little brother with love. The little girl was quickly swung into Bobby’s arms, and Athena cooing at your infant son.

Changes. The six-letter word doesn’t have to be terrifying. It can be breathtaking, memorable and beautiful to experience.

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Stream-of-consciousness thoughts as I watch Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Episodes 1-2

All that build up just to cannonball a rooftop pool so hard it rains on the streets below.

All of their weapons get snapped like toothpicks within the first minute of a fight that’s hilarious.

I want to pet these hellhound-looking things. I don’t care if they’ll eat me I want to boop the snoots.

“Hey, it plays fetch! And teleports aND OH MY GOSH IT TELEPORTS!”

April is !00% ride or die for this colorful dog creature that she’s known for all of five minutes.

She just yeets herself headfirst through a magical mouth portal to god knows where.

This is the least graceful introduction to Splinter I’ve seen yet and I love it.

Aww! Immediate group hug!

Mystic cities are cool, but I’m with Donnie - I want to see a tertiary meta verse.”

Huginn and Muninn do not sound at ALL like I thought they would.

Relatively speaking, that’s not a lot of ooze. What does it take to make if you only get such a little amount?

That delivery guy did not deserve what he got.

I love April.

Baron Draxum’s ‘love-at-first-sight’ slow zoom on the turtles prompted an actual ugly snort-laugh.

Oooh, so that’s what golem seeds look like/do. I understand the fan fiction now!

Draxum’s causing a lot of collateral damage to his own lab with this golem.

“Only Raph can use the third person!”

Poor April in the background just getting carried away.

NEVERMIND I LOVE APRIL.

I love how they all stole glowing weapons from a lab in a mystical city, and didn’t expect them to be magic.

Oh, poor Leo. It’s going to hurt to get out of that portal loop.

Baron Draxum, as his lab explodes for the second time and rains debris down upon him: “Aw, nuts.”

MAYHEMS LITTLE POSE IN THE MAD DOGS NAMING SHOT!!!

“We should go. People’s blinds are starting to open.”

---

Splinter, after watching his son’s mimic a scene from one of his movies: “Shameful. THIS is how it’s done-“

I love Leo just oozing over the back of Splinter’s chair to lay in it upside down.

Does Leo practice these speeches?

Spoken like a true artist, Mikey.

Why are these men on fire?

That’s not stealth.

I know the people of New York are used to hearing strange noises and ignoring them, but that was an awful lot of screaming.

I am obligated to ask: Where did they get that much salami?

“Raph! Stop eating the plan!”

Did Mikey actually set up a faux interview for April instead of telling her the plan?

“Leo, did you really think I would have let you make salami paper without putting a tracer in it?”

Well, at least they’ll know where Raphael is for the next few hours.

Raph: “Are those flames on their heads?”

Donnie: “That seems like a real hazard for a paper thief.”

How have none of those paper stacks fallen over yet?!

Oooooh, Leo is about to get the world’s worst paper cut.

I wonder how much all that soggy paper weighs?

Raph, no. No, don’t eat the salami ninja. Do not. DO NOT. NO-

How many paper cuts do they all have now?

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I’m only on episode 2 and I am already a firm believer that the turtles are not, in fact, a secret to the people of New York, and that the people just choose to ignore them as they would anything that’s Not Their Business.

ngl Leo is rocking that collar.

Those poor, poor mutant silverfish.

“You saw a celebrity chef transform into a pig mutant and you didn’t tell anyone?”

I already hate Meat Sweats.

WAIT THAT’S A PUN-ACTIVATED SHOCK COLLAR??

Leo is going to die.

I really, REALLY hate Meat Sweats.

Donnie you are tied up with sausage links can you really not break free?

“I used an entire pound of butter on him!” PFFT- Donnie’s gonna need a bath.

I also love my sibling but if she were covered in a pound of butter I would not hug her.

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Contractual Obligations II. Yan Childe x Reader

Warnings: Unwanted physical contact, general yandere themes. Word count: 2.2k. →Part I.

The sound of heavy, wooden doors shutting behind you feels like a premonition of what is to come.

Fiddling with your skirt, your eyes dart around, taking in Liyue’s signature rich architecture. Fatui building or not, they still must abide by Liyue’s aesthetic. You thought being surrounded by your home’s design would bring solace. Warm shades of mahogany with gold motifs are illuminated by paper lanterns, giving a glow that would be otherwise pleasant, if not for the circumstances.

You had anticipated a long wait. Ekaterina, upon hearing your name, informed that you would be seen without delay. The others in the lobby of Northland Bank grumbled at this, much to your embarrassment. It’s no secret that getting appointments here is a time-consuming endeavor. Sailors, business owners, and Qixing’s personal assistants alike had to wait.

For whatever reason, you were allowed to skip ahead of the queue. The glaring special treatment is bound to spread rumors. Now, here you stand, unable to quell your nerves. This is no different than strolling into a ravenous lion’s den. The vulnerability you feel now makes you wish you were facing a carnivorous beast, at least then you might have hope to defend yourself.

Even with the unexpected privilege of not waiting in the lobby, you’ve been standing here in this private room for a while now. Thirty minutes is your guess, impatience creeping up on you. Your shoulders slump, a sigh leaving your lips. There’s lots of work to be done when you’re done here, time a precious resource. Wasting it to get answers from the blight on your life is infuriating.

Figures, the one time you need to speak with Childe, he’s nowhere to be seen. Every other time he’d show up at the least opportune moments. He has a habit of appearing uninvited and ruining what would’ve been a pleasant day. Lost in thought, you consider all that must be done when you return to your parent’s shop, too occupied with your thoughts to notice a looming figure. Two hands go out to cover your eyes, the world suddenly going dark. Heart pounding against your chest, the touch is too unexpected, heat rising in your body as protection.

“Guess who?” Childe hums into your ear with a singsong tone. His scent reminds you of the ocean, fresh and light.

You frown, noticing how close he is to you, his chest pressed against your back. Does Childe not know what personal space is? “The source of my problems.”

He lets out a scandalized gasp and slinks in front of you. Childe boasts a lighthearted demeanor, mirth dancing in his eyes, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. Inauthentic as ever, you note. You’ve seen what lays dormant behind the thin veil of boyish charm. The infinite darkness that you never wish to see again. He’s still closer to your person than you’d prefer, but pointing it out won’t do any good, so you decide to overlook it. Picking your battles wisely is vital when speaking with Childe.

“Is that the greeting I get, after rushing all the way here?” Childe sighs. Before you could respond, you notice a new scent in the air, unmistakably leather. It takes you a moment to identify the source. A thin, wispy trail of smoke rises from Childe’s leather gloves that had been touching you just prior. Does that not hurt? Childe catches you staring and laughs.

“So you didn’t notice,” Childe sounds amused, lifting his hands to inspect them. Raising his hands to his mouth, he bites the tip of his gloves and pulls them off. “Looks like I caught you.”

He nods to your necklace which is tucked beneath your blouse, scarlet light shining through the fabric. Instinctually, you cover it with your hand, the jewel warm to the touch. Childe’s abrupt physical touch had activated your Vision. It’s only when you take a few deep breaths that the telling glow fades away, but the damage is already done. Did he plan this on purpose? Whatever the case may be, Childe is the last person you want having this information.

Sensing your apprehension, he speaks up. “Relax, I already assumed as much, but my interest is undeniably piqued. Why hide your Vision? This isn’t Inazuma, I was under the impression Visions were revered in Liyue.”

You don’t owe Childe an explanation, but your intuition tells you he’s not going to let this go anytime soon. This isn’t what you came here for, you remind yourself. Don’t let him distract you.

“It’s a long story,” comes your dismissive answer, glancing around to see if anyone else had seen, even though it’s only you two in here. “Can I talk about what I came here for, please?”

Childe closes his eyes, humming while considering your proposition. Instead of walking behind the desk in the room, he sits on a bench against the wall, motioning for you to come over. At your blatant hesitation, he decides to pester you, which doesn’t come as a shock.

“What’s up with that look? There’s plenty of room,” Childe pats the spot next to him for extra emphasis. A dangerous twinkle shines in his eyes with a mischievous smile to match it. “Though, I wouldn’t complain should you come to sit on my lap instead.”

Your cheeks flush brightly, a weak glare being sent his way which he laughs at. “I would never…”

“Sure, sure. Come over already, it’s the least you could do, considering you just scorched a pair of my favorite gloves.” Childe’s carefree tone doesn’t match his scolding words, stretching out his arm on the back of where you were supposed to sit. Gingerly stepping over the smoking gloves on the floor, you wonder if it’s somehow a fire hazard, but assume Childe’s Hydro Vision could put it out if need be. You stop just short of sitting down, gnawing on your bottom lip at this new internal dilemma. Glaring daggers at his outstretched arm doesn’t seem to faze him.

“The offer still stands.” He teases, leading you to huff and take your seat by him. You try to ignore the close physical proximity, but it’s rather difficult, as your thighs are touching. Is this a common theme for Snezhnayans? Why is Childe so needlessly touchy? Maybe you don’t want to know. Childe drums his fingers, staring at you with dangerous intent.

You’ve wasted enough time here. Hoping to move on to the pressing issue, your lips part without further delay. “So, as I was--”

Childe places a finger to your lips, in an act that leaves you speechless. What is his problem? Furrowing your eyebrows together, you have half a mind to scorch the finger in front of you, but dismiss the thought when remembering his strength. Damn him for getting you riled up with such ease.

“Uh uh uh,” Childe chastises with a shake of his head. “Not yet. Business can come later. First, you’re going to tell me about that.”

You don’t need to look down to see he’s pointing at your hidden necklace. “It’s... personal. I have no reason to tell you.”

“Oh, sweet [First]. I wasn’t asking. You did just burn my gloves, didn’t you? Instead of charging you Mora, which -- no offense -- you don’t have enough of to replace it, I want an explanation. I think that’s a fair deal.”

So he is going to hold that mishap over you. Messing around with a debt collector and money seems counterintuitive, giving a quick explanation the plausible option. Whatever it takes to get him to drop the sensitive topic. Childe must have a semblance of tact to have made it this far in life after all.

“Fine, fine. It’s not really that remarkable a reason. I have a younger sister, Chunghua. We used to be inseparable as kids. More than anything, I just wanted her to be happy. You’d do anything to accomplish that, y’know? It was… all my fault, really. She wanted a Vision like mine more than anything -- hair accessories, Mora, pretty outfits -- she never cared for that.

I had no idea why I was given a Vision and not her. She was the one who prayed to every Archon at night for it, the one who burnt incense and gave offerings, not me. I could see her gradually losing hope every day that she woke up without one, like a piece of her was breaking off. At meals, she’d just… stare, silently, at the Vision around my neck. I don’t blame her for starting to hate me. I didn’t notice until it was too late.”

Taking a deep breath, your eyes fall to your lap. “I only wanted to cheer her up. To see her smile like she used to. When I first got my Vision, Chunghua would ask me to do these little tricks. Forming animals or whatever, stuff kids like. Anyways… I tried doing it again one morning. Needless to say, it didn’t go well, she practically screeched at me. I had no idea that was how she felt. But, yeah. That’s why I hide my Vision. See, not that interesting, right?”

Childe’s expression feels impossible to read. You’re not sure why you even shared so much, especially with him, but his lack of interruption made you keep going. Maybe you weren’t expecting him to sit perfectly still and listen to every word. Whatever the case, you clear your throat, desperate to clear the gloomy atmosphere.

“She would’ve reacted the same eventually,” Childe says after a moment of deliberation. You tilt your head, the serious answer was unexpected. “That’s what I think, though only older siblings could understand.”

There’s a brief tenderness in his words that leaves you speechless. If he’s acting, you have to commend his abilities, because right now it almost feels like he’s being genuine. Playing with a strand of your hair, you look past him and clear your throat.

“Yes, well, I suppose you’re right.”

Childe’s somber appearance twists into a more impish visage. “Why don’t I give Chunghua a talking to? It’s a shame seeing your cute face so sullen.”

Mortified, you shake your head. “There’s no need for that.”

“Hmm… a shame. I could really take care of everything if you just let me.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” you shrug with a frown. “What you could help me with is this ridiculous situation at the shop! Why are there Fatui guards outside the front doors? It’s scaring away customers.”

“Oh, that’s what this is about?”

Unbelievable. Childe continues to test your patience at every turn. After your previous conversation outside Liyue, which you’re still hoping was a bad joke, you’d noticed an increased presence of Fatui around the shopping district. That was bad enough for business. Now that they’re stationed right outside your parent’s shop, it’s far worse. Rumors have begun to circulate that you’re somehow involved with the Fatui. This has Childe’s doing written all over it.

“Why else would I be here?”

He smiles and you immediately regret the rhetorical question. “Because you missed me, of course.”

“I missed when there weren’t Fatui around the shop. Please, I don’t know what you did, but it’s going to be harder to get money for...” you gulp as if saying it cements the reality of your situation, but power through. “Paying off the loan with this drop in revenue.”

“Tempting as that is, I’m already happy with the results. I got you to come to me and learned more about you. From my position, this is a sizeable gain.”

Everything from your head to your toes feels hot as if molten lava is stirring inside. He’s not taking you seriously, like the time at the stream and all the times before that. Memories flash in your mind. Your father hunched over letters containing bills, frowning, hair going greyer by the day. Your mother, sneaking out when she thinks you and your sister are asleep to pawn off her old jewelry. Even Chunghua, who offered to take time away from her education to help at the shop. It hits you like a pile of bricks, heart twisting painfully and tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“What do I have to do,” Your voice is so low that Childe has to careen his head to hear it. He blinks, incredulous, waiting for further clarification. Each breath you take feels like a losing battle, your composure threatening to shatter. “For you to stop… whatever this is. I’ll do anything. Give anything. Please, just leave my family out of it.”

Childe crosses his legs and leans in closer to you, arm secured tight around your shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you already?”

His breath is warm against you, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. He presses his lips softly against your pulse. Smiling, he notices how it quickens underneath his touch, all too pleased with your physical reactions.

“That what I want to take is you.”

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