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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years ago

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adventure time wizard city liveblog

well here we go

my last adventure time liveblog, i havent actually done one of these in MANY years... probably not since 2014

this takes place at the same time as obsidian?

DID-- DID CHOOSE GOOSE JUST DIE

DID BUFO JUST KILL CHOOSE GOOSE

yeah i know that’s bufo, they only made it enormously obvious, tsk tsk

@spaceacepearl joked about us seeing choose goose get sent to hell but i diDNT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN

This music is i assume by one of the many musical artists Adam Muto listed on twitter, it rocks. It’s not as hardcore as Obsidian’s intro, but it’s suitably chill for the scene.

“get offa my bus kid”

Those wizards in the left and far right groups appear to be new!

OH MY GOD--

HELP?????? NEW PROFILE PIC TIME

HAHAHAHAH

THE MUSICAL CON DID ME GOOD, I DID REALLY LOUD AUDIBLE LAUGHTER

i bet hanna and co had fun making these signs

my favourite is the cat with “FAMILIARS HAVE RIGHTS”

cadorka..... wow

We’re not even four minutes into the ep and peppermint butler has already killed someone in front of a large group of witnesses

“this smells of DARK MAGIC” “yall kids know thats illegal right” peps watches the other kids nod before later joining in, LOL

i cant believe pep started the great gum wars and got killed by golb

SOMEONE has been playing Overwatch...

i-- i still cant believe choose goose is fucking dead

how long was he stuck in hell for, or was that recent to together again after new death showed up

i have to admit im not a big fan of spader, too perfect, and not in that funny way either. i hope they give him some characteristics that make him stand out.

im getting flashbacks to OK KO and Owl House here...

Cadebra using music is a reference to Abracadaniel’s love of interpretetive dance in Play Date.

“they only laugh because youre different” “i know” “SO STOP BEING DIFFERENT” oh my god it’s like talking to my own parents cadebra is actually... a LOT like me, less in her hyperactivity but more in her nonchalant enthusiasm and almost acceptance of the inevitable bullying because it means more time in people’s consciousness

ahhh - it’s quietly revealed here that she is responsible and a skilled magician, she is just bored of magic! i like that she parents abracadaniel instead of being downtrodden by his ramblings.

PEP NO--- oh i see the problem, he hasn’t got his Bug Milk... sorry Martin Olsen fans, no Hunson today. At least we get one more Phil Face for the road!

candy people in their natural habitat

Ahhh that’s Doctor Calidoneus! The voice actor was at the recent Distant Lands panel alongside Pep and Blaine’s actors.

“pretty sure hes just trashcandy” - i like you, sassy antler lady

the mystery of how he gets clothes

and once again spader is proving to be the most irritating distant lands character of the lot, there is no subversion here. where is the subversion?

NANI

what is going on here? are pep and peppermint the same person or not? im sure they must be, but there is something going on here with peppermint butler’s soul being trapped in the body of his child self who hasn’t got the same memories.

OH, HYNDEN WALCH DID A NEW LINE yes this is what im here for, special over

peppermint butler cursed himself... of course he did - Shado was correct!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ROCK STUDENT, BLESSED ROCK STUDENT, WAS THAT POOR GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A JAWBREAKER

love the reference to astral plane, of course pep cant astrally project because cursed pep is still inside of him

wow, blaine, wow

they have a crush

LITTLE DUDE! COLE SANCHEZ!

i love the dynamic between cadebra and abracadaniel, imo so far it’s the heart of the special. im not really gripped by peppermint butler’s school troubles. i imagine someone else probably will be but i want to run past that shit as far as possible.

TRDGFYGHJH

WE MADE A PREDICTION THAT WAS JUST LIKE THIS

PEPPERMINT BUTLER GETTING TURNED INTO THE FOUR COMPONENTS OF PEPPER MINT BUTT LURE WAS IN THE WIZARD CITY PREDICTIONS ART DRAW THAT HASNT BEEN POSTED YET

ILL SHOW YOU WHEN NICK POSTS THE VIDEO and then ill tell you who made the prediction because i... think it was nick himself, insanity

who plagiarized finn’s signature???

turns out pep really DID take over wizard city!!!!

i love this band

i understand your pain peps

you probably have a bit too much in common with your mother, and i imagine it isn’t easy being turned into a kid and not being able to do stuff that came so easy. you’re disappointing yourself! (he’s literally disappointing himself)

I’m less than halfway through the special, what the fuck. I wasn’t wrong when I said Wizard City had a lot on its plate. It’s noit that I’ve been particularly gripped up to this point, though to be fair I didn’t pause at all during the other specials barring Obsidian.

that... that poor kid is still a rock

and then the preview happened and bufo casually revealed to the audience that, yes, he killed choose goose

i dont know whats happening with pep but it seems he needs to be exorcised of... pep. which is a shame. i hope they learn to coexist.

i have to say the background work in this special is really good! like, really damn good.

WHAT

DID SPADER JUST DIE

IS THIS WHY PEOPLE THINK PEPBUT KILLED HIM

oh thats right - abracadaniel is cadebra’s uncle! this must be abracadniels sister. sorry, folks, he doesn’t fuck.

Where are they? Is this anywhere near Wizard City? It’s an unpopulated prewar wasteland.

THESE ARE JUST HUMANS

OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO PERFORM TO MILQUETOAST HUMANS

my child

is this an art style choice or did they get the people from that one studio to make this

HANNA FINALLY GETS TO FULFIL HER DREAM OF INSERTING KANEDA INTO ADVENTURE TIME

the red jacket he wears and his head pill shape is a big kaneda reference actually, which i suppose makes sense considering he’s a rival to our protagonist, but it’s a bit on the nose

bufo killed one of his own students? but why????

“MY UNCLE’S A COP”

“no one likes a rat”

i actually really like blaine, though im confused. did their VA change halfway through the special?

HOW NATURAL, NO WASTE, IT IS AN ENDLESS CHAIN

did doctor caledonius steal the trophy,,,?

EVIL SNAIL EVIL SNAIL

MONMSTER HUNJTER DISCOVERY NOISE, this time it’s a tetsucabra

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I HAVE QUESTIONS

god i wish this is what this special was about, i miss adventure time

these remind me of the comics with their art style :) i wonder who designed them? the one on the right with pb and pep, in particular, very comics-y.

fdgfhgf because he’s like 500

“pep can be kind of a jerk but he wouldn’t kill anyone”

sorry, cadebra, i have news for you

is doctor calednoius the true villain? if bufo’s out of the picture, she MUST be,

ANTS

oh no, he might gbe stuck in wizard city :(

HELP

the writing on the wall...

SPADER LITERALLY FUCKING DIED OH YM JESUS CHRIST

PEPPERMINT BUTLER’S OWN CULT????

THIS IS JUST OK KO NOW

okay im not surprised all the teachers at wizard city are cultists in worship of peps, maybe they killed spader and bufo because they bullied peps T_T

wait no, they thought spader had the potential, but sadly not

HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF

sorry, i was distracted by the pretty dope fight sequence and now the special is over????

fucking jesse, hes probably at least partly responsible for the cult nonsense

This credits art is by Maya Petersen!!!! Holy shit it’s adorable!

LRETGFDRGTFGMHGFHFG

LEAF MAN

DO YOU THINK THEY PUT HIM IN RETROSPECTIVELY

DO YOU THINK MAYA PETERSEN DREW THIS AND ADAM PUT IT IN THE EP RETROSPECTIVELY

HE LIVES

MAYBE THIS IS WHY CHOOSE GOOSE WENT TO HELL

okay, it’s over :)

first thoughts out of the way: not a big fan of this special. it’s like watching a completely different show. it’s not got the PZSHAHH of the normal wizard city stuff and there weren’t a lot of funny jokes or even hearty moments in the thing.

it suffers from a lack of invested character interactions, much like BMO did. there was not a single main cast member in the whole thing! and like i said before, much of peppermint butler’s character in the show is based on his very sweet relationship to his mother, princess bubblegum, so when they showed a single (hilarious) photo of them together it made me sad we didn’t get any scenes with them together. it would have STOLEN this episode. and they teased the hunson golf photo, and death!!! and jake appeared in a photo T_T last jake appearance.

it also suffers because Peppermint Butler is clearly not himself, imo he was way more entertaining in the Together Again special, where we seem him back to his “normal” self.

i dont think peps being a dark wizard was something to “kill off” exactly. i wonder what was going on there? was that actually peps, or was that a spirit he cursed himself with based on himself? we at least know in the future he does become a dark wizard again, and even princess :) this special didn’t answer those questions but lol.

THE GOOD STUFF, because yes, there was a lot of good stuff!

God, I’m with Aracle and Maya on this - I LOVE Cadebra and her relationship to Pep. I wish she was even in more of this - I would love to watch the adventures of Cadebra and Pepbut in their first year of school, like in the end credits.

That, imo, is where the heart of the special lay - Peppermint Butler’s attempts to impress himself, versus Cadebra’s self acceptance and desire to follow her dreams of being a goofy goober, no matter what other people thought of her.

It turned out that Cadebra is a responsible student and family member. I really liked that. Her scenes with Abracadaniel were, somehow, my favourite in the entire special!

I like that theres a lot of cool magic towards the end of this special, and a lot of HORRIFYING DEATH. It wouldn’t be adventure time if you didn’t randomly kill off child characters. Poor Spader, I hated you but damn, what a grim fate.

I like that Bufo and Caledonius had this crush/hatred thing going on, but they were part of the same cult in the end.

I didn’t like the giant peps scene at the end, the monster was extremely milquetoast compared to the madness we usually get in AT. Obsidian, for example, had the awesome Larvo design. Nemesis had some INSANE dark magic!!!! I wish they drew more from that episode.

Considering how much Steve Little appears in this special, I do feel bad for Mace (little Peps). He said he would have really benefitted from coaching, but recieved none. He had to re-record his lines 3 times! Judging from his description of events, Wizard City was a hard time for him.

The wizard school did remind me, heavily, of both The Owl House and OK KO. Personally I was hoping AT would offer me something more insane, but I do love both of those shows, and I know Wizard City was on a really tight schedule.

I think they should have spent less time on the school bullying plot, and skipped straight to MURDER.

We did have a cold opening, not on par with Together Again’s at all, but damn!

I am wondering where I would put this in the watch list? I do think it should sit after Obsidian as the third special. The intro scene makes it clear this takes place at the same time as Obsidian!!!

Well, that was it, the last ep of AT for the next few years at least T_T

i think together again was the better finale, definitely. but wizard city feels pretty detached from AT for me, despite the familiar characters it tonally isn’t like the show other than the awesome brutal death scenes. I thought the last 11 minutes was easily the best in the special! Which, honestly, is how it should be, though I do wish it gripped me more. Maybe I’m just not the target audience for Wizard City? It feels like something I would find very compelling if I was a bit younger!

#adventure time #wizard city #atimers

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ashen-crest · 4 years ago

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Tazlo Fluff #11: The Fane

Tazlo Fluff is a side drabble series about Cal and Emry pre-book events. For the main story, please see The Stray Spirit!

Setting: less than a week before they get together

Synopsis: Emry visits a fane just outside the city.

Words: 950

TW/CW: none

TSS Taglist: @crystallized-ink, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @semblanche, @theramwrites, @wordsbycreed, @pretend-im-normal, @mel-writes-with-her-dragons, @wildswrites, @ladywithalamp, @ettawritesnstudies, @mj-comics

Tazlo had less than a week left to prepare for Sada, and the city seemed about to burst with the anticipation. Hardly anyone could focus in lectures, and every hallway conversation fixated on the upcoming three days of new year celebrations- what musicians they were going to watch on which night, which taverns they were going to visit first. Cal herself was only half-listening to Sorina run through her plan for the tenth time as they left the library.

“Okay, Sada night one.” Sorina held up a finger. “We’re definitely going to the Red Rat because Karlson is going to be playing there. Then after that, we’ll hit up the new place across from-“

“Karlson’s sets take forever, you know that,” Cal interjected. “We’re not going to have the time or the energy to hop around on night one.”

“But what if we went dancing after Karlson’s?”

Cal’s mouth twitched into a smile.

“I’ll consider it.” She started to walk east, towards the edge of town. Sorina held out a hand.

“Aren’t you coming with me to get coffee?”

“Not today, I was going to go see Emry. Marko said he’s at the fane over here.”

“Fane?” Sorina wrinkled her nose. “Well, all right. See you later.”

Tazlo had very few fanes, or spirit shrines, left in the city proper, so Cal had to pick her way through the forest to find him. Here, the trees did a poor job of insulating her from the autumn breeze, and she drew her navy jacket tighter around her against the wind.

If the cold bothered Emry, he gave no sign of it as he stood in front of the fane- a stone column on the side of the path, pock-marked with little cubbies carved out for offerings. At the moment, only one offering stood out- a small coin placed at about Emry’s waist height.

“Do you visit these often?” she called out from a few meters away, hugging herself for warmth. Emry turned and took a step away from the column. His lute case swung against his back as he moved.

“No, not really.” He gave a shrug that did little to hide the pain written across his face. “Just around Sada.”

She tried to wait patiently as he looked back at the fane, something starting and stopping on the tip of his tongue for a while.

“Are you…sure no one here goes to the fanes on Sada?” he finally asked.

“On Sada?” She stepped closer to him. “Not as far as I know. Must be a northern tradition.”

He nodded and scuffed the dirt with the toe of his boot.

“Yeah, must be.”

She felt a small pang.

“Your family would visit the fanes on Sada, I take it?”

She waited for him to deflect the question, as he so often did when it came to any mention of his family. Instead, he wandered over to her, his fingers absently tapping the lute strap that crossed his chest.

“We’d…” he took a breath. “They’d go to the fanes each night on Sada and celebrate there. Not in the taverns and such, that wouldn’t be right. If you want to use music as your offering to Hara and the spirits, you come here.”

“I see.” Cal mentally reached for something to cheer him up. “Well, you could always slip away and perform at a fane yourself, before everything starts in town. I’m sure no one will mind, least of all Hara.”

Emry waved away the thought.

“No, it’s not the same.” Then, under his breath, “you’re not supposed to be alone.”

Cal tried to connect the tiny crumbs of what she knew of his past, but failed to make a through-line. She had guessed that he couldn’t go near the caves because of his family…but he also seemed to miss them terribly. What had they done?

What had he done?

“Emry.” She was pushing her luck here, she knew it- but she couldn’t help herself. “What happened with your family?”

He shook his head at the ground.

“A stupid argument and a stupid mistake,” he said quietly. “It was all my fault, I was the one who left.” Something made him stand up straight again and look back at the fane. “But once I make it right, I’ll be going home. Soon.”

His voice was full of cracked optimism, as if someone had taken the words, stomped on them, and left him to piece them back together.

On impulse, Cal picked a flower from the side of the path and placed it in a cubby next to Emry’s coin.

“I hope the goddess helps you, then,” she made the wish aloud.

“Thanks, Cal.”

Emry’s eyes crinkled a little as he smiled at her, and if she had to pick the entire forest clear of flowers to make the wish come true, she would have done it.

#the stray spirit #tazlo fluff #emry karic #did I mean fluff?#I meant angst

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lover-of-skellies · 4 years ago

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HSHDSHH,, i give you a hug for last night dont worry about it!! youve written a lot so dhhdhfh. As for plot like?? I have no idea, i normally use a plot for roleplay but i'd like to see where you do with it. "One of Nightmare's subordinates fail the mission to get the star sanses, which nightmare placed on them because he believed they were capable to do it" I NORMALLY DO KILLER AND NIGHTMARE FOR THAT ONE THO BECAUSE im a hoe for nightkiller angst but go wild <3

Alrighty,, here's your NightKiller angst :P I added in a couple of my characters just to kinda help fill some spaces (if that makes sense), so if you see any names you don't recognize, that's probably why XP the characters in question aren't actually in the scene at all, and they're really only mentioned, but yeah

And also,, I know you said just one of Night's subordinates, but my lil rat brain went "mmmmmmm how about all of them" and I hope that's alright ^^"

On today's episode of: Nightmare Is A Bastard Man-

(Gonna put it under a cut because I dunno how long it'll be when formatted to a Tumblr post)

"So let me get this straight... You failed to capture the Star Sanses, once again?"

Cross was silent, his head hanging in shame as he slowly nodded. Beside him, Killer also nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck vertebrae as he hummed in confirmation, "Yeah, Boss... That's right. We did everything we could to pin them down. Hell, Axe pushed himself too hard and passed out after trying to force his magic to work, Dust had a freak out and needed to be brought back here, and Error was a no show, for God's sake." Nightmare let out a deep sigh, his tentacles flicking in irritation, "And the girls. Where were they? I want to hear a valid excuse for why they didn't contribute more." Killer shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "406 took a direct hit from Ink, and she was out cold. Then Kali said she'd try to locate Error and get him to join." The guardian of negativity pinched the bridge of his nose, silent for a moment as he squeezed his socket shut and took a few breaths; This crew of his had been nothing but one huge disappointment as of lately, and something needed to be done to correct that. If they couldn't prove useful to him, he would have to get rid of them.

Opening his eye and laying his arms on the desk before him, he centered his attention on Cross, a tentacle snaking through the space between them to capture the soldier's chin. As he was forced to look at his boss, he began to give off not only shame, but also fear. Sensing this, Nightmare tilted his head, "Cross. Where are 406, Axe, and Dust now?" The soldier drew in a nervous breath, "406 and Axe are in the infirmary, and we placed Dust in the anti-magic chamber as soon as we got back, Boss."

The goop covered guardian made a sound in acknowledgement, irritation beginning to bleed into his tone of voice, "Good. At least you idiots know how to do SOMETHING right." Cross flinched, and Nightmare was silent for another moment, before his tentacle released the other's jaw, "I will deal with Killer, Error, and Kali, and then I will decide how to punish you. Until then, get out of my sight." Cross nodded and murmured a soft "yes, Boss" and then proceeded to shortcut out of the guardian's office.

Once he knew Cross had truly left, he shifted his attention to Killer, who now was silent, his empty sockets focusing their gaze on the desktop. Nightmare slowly stood, his tendrils swaying idly behind him as he made his way around the desk to stand beside Killer. Lifting a hand to lightly cup his cheek, Nightmare tapped on the bone a couple times, prompting the other to look at him.

Meeting the guardian's gaze, his voice was soft, "Boss?... What're you-? He was cut off as Nightmare's hand slid down from his face to his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt and yanking him closer. With their faces almost touching and Night's warm breath ghosting over his teeth, Killer's own breath hitched, his cheekbones turning the softest shade of crimson. Nightmare couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at his teeth, a faint cyan dusting over his cheeks as well.

Pushing just close enough to brush his teeth over Killer's, his voice was nearly a purr as he breathed out, "Oh, Killer... If you weren't such a fucking disappointment, I'd call you cute right about now." Killer's soul pulsed in confusion and his brow bones became knit as he watched his boss, "Uhh... N-Night? What are you talking about?..." The guardian sighed softly, "I think you know already. Because I like you though, I'll play nice and repeat myself, but you'd better be paying attention." Killer gave a small nod in agreement and Nightmare continued, "The mission. All the times you've failed me as of lately. You seem to forget that I give you my affection as a reward. Unless you up your game, then there will be no more of this."

He put emphasis on the last word he spoke, his free hand sliding down the other's ribs. Killer drew in a shaky breath, then let out a surprised yelp as a tendril curled around his leg and threw him to the other side of the room. Nightmare folded his arms behind his back as he watched Killer's body collide with a stone wall, not even flinching at the loud crash that resulted from the impact. Killer let out a sharp cry of surprise and pain and tumbled to the floor, his sockets squeezed shut as he tried to collect himself. Remaining where he stood, the guardian's voice turned cold and uncaring, and it made Killer's soul ache as he spoke, "You'll be staying in Punishment Hall for the next three nights. While you're there, I want you to think about how greatly you disappointed me, and I want you to figure out how to make it right. Come up with a solution and quit being such a failure, and you'll earn back your rewards. Until then, I don't wanna hear a single word from you. Do you understand?"

Killer slowly pushed himself up to his feet, one hand clutching his side as he nodded silently. While one of Nightmare's tentacles opened the door to his office, a second became noticeably sharper and began ushering Killer out of the room. When he was gone, Nightmare let out a deep sigh; With Killer taking up one room in Punishment Hall, he now needed to make sure the other rooms were available as well. Cross and Error would also be placed there in their own rooms, as would Kali, and if they happened to go and die on him while they were locked up, then oh well.

They were idiots, and idiots were always replaceable.

#urlocalsans #asks #writing #i tried ok #i hope this is good #^^"#nightmare is a lil out of character i think #but eh #close enough #XP

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mojavehearts · 5 years ago

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Colter with Chaotic Neutral GF

(REQUESTED!!)

HEADCANONS

(I studied the alignment system IN DEPTH for this one nhudsjhasj)

youre quite insane, and he LOVES it

for sure treats you like a queen

despite you being short and quite ‘sweet’ looking you were...quite spontaneous

you were COMPLETELY unpredictable and that's what drew him too you

that and you could annoy Gage within seconds if you wanted too

Colter himself is quite, savage but nowhere near your level of self interest

you’ve got a soft spot for him though

‘’Predictability is weakness‘‘

you’re an ‘individualist’ meaning, you firmly believe in every man for himself, more than most of the time

this doesn't bother Colter though, he loves it

Your dates...Are quite peculiar

mole rat hunting, feral ghoul paint gunning, playing pranks on the other raider gangs

you can go from being completely calm and just sitting around to being hyper and restless within seconds, always keeps him on his toes

you hate discipline unless given by Colter so you have bitten/hit/attacked ect a few people before

you don't kill innocents or murder people, though harming them or torturing is alright, you do have your sadistic moments

everything you do (pretty much) you do it for amusement

So he is literally never bored

you often do things just to ‘‘see what would happen’’ and he often has to be the rational one and try to get you too...NOT do that thing, unless it doesn't harm you or isn't something completely insane

your loyalty runs deep though, he knows you would never betray him or someone close to you, unless your life was in the hands of it, but he gets it

you fight dirty, another thing he loves about you, its how he learnt to rig the gauntlet matches

Helps you when pranking someone, always, and then he denies it ever happened

puts you first before anything even if he knows he will always come second to your entertainment purposes

you only have VERY few close friends, he enjoys that because he gets more time to himself with you

you’re very independent but he is always there with you if you need anything, even if you vocalise that you don’t need or want help with whatever it is

LOVES how realistic and blunt you are, how you can straight up tell him he is an idiot

people are definitely confused by the relationship, he was more of a ‘grumpy’ and ‘sit back and relax’ type while you were usually ‘exciteable’ and ‘frisky’

but opposites attract

Nisha actually likes you WAY more than Colter, and Dixie is one of your close friends

Colter isnt controlling but he doesnt trust them all that much so he softens you up sometimes so he gets more time with you

the only real rule (on a technicality) in Nuka World is to not kill each other, so its a great place for you to be, as you HATE rules and often bend the rules to your liking

lowkey loves when you rebel against something he says

the sex is great because of this

Gage sleeps with ear mufflers on

you two often play pranks on the entire park together when you’re bored

your favourite was the time you screamed on the nuka world PA system that a massive infestation of ghouls and super mutants were coming in and for everyone to get ready, and then when everyone came out you let a deathclaw out of a cage to run the streets rampant

the first ‘I love you’ was very random, you were hanging off the balcony on the frizz top grille and you swung yourself forward suddenly because you wanted to see if you’d land on the building close to it safely, or survive the fall, either way you did that and then upon surviving threw up two thumbs to Colter and gloated about your victory, that's when he let it slip

you two sleep in cute animal pajamas

you change your (hair/makeup/get new tattoos/piercings/the way you dress) very often and you two have an inside joke that he gets a ‘new girlfriend’ every time something is different about you

he lets you paint his power armour however you want

in return you let him do your makeup and you wear it around proudly, even though it is quite horrible, but hey the pack always likes it so that's a bonus

if anyone messes with you, they mess with him and vice versa

he protects you even if he knows you can handle it or want to handle it yourself

you call each other weird pet names ‘‘walrus’‘ ‘‘my little ghoulrilla’ ‘Masons chest hair’‘ ‘‘Gages bicep’‘ you know, normal cute couple things

your engagement ring was a rusted old screw nut with softened edges with ‘my little ghoulrilla’ crudely carved into it, you thought it was absolutely GORGEOUS

you are each others ride or die

his favourite thing about you is your ‘Cheshire grin’ because he knows you have something amusing planned

planned out ‘great’ names for your children ‘‘Gage’‘ ‘‘Paul’‘ (for a girl) ‘‘Cappy’‘ ‘‘Cola’’ and your favourite ‘‘The Destroyer’‘

nothing could tear you two apart

(hdffhjfhdjdh hope this was to your liking!! <33 it was so much fun to do omg!! dshfjkgkfhj its quite sweet and short tho im sorry :’)(

#colter #overboss #nuka world #nuka world dlc #fallout 4 #fo4 #f4 #porter gage #gage #headcanons #fallout

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candytuftgirl · 5 years ago

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Somnia

A Secret Santa fic for Amylion! (My dumbass couldnt find your tumblr ashfg).

I hereby present this... mess. Probably not what you were asking for (definitely not; Im so sorry I just realized I didnt use the prompts they were going to come up later on RIP) and maybe a tinsy bit cringe-worthy. There was supposed to be more, but yeah; here’s some good-natured kid Leia and Dad Vader, with a pinch of prophetic dreams for zest.

Well, I tried.

(Also, this one shot was not beta’ed, I die like the horrible mess of a writer I am)

The hallways are dark.

The shadows that surround a few illuminated viewports create frightening monsters, if one had the right imagination for it. What was worse was that she was alone. There were no droids, white masks or suit-people in sight.

If she were younger, maybe she’d ask a droid to accompany her on this late night journey. But no; she was a big girl now (Seven! That was two fingers more than a whole hand) and besides, her daddy didn’t really like them much.

He didn’t like a lot of things, but there were some he disliked more than others. And she noticed, which was why she was walking alone, in the dark, the metal caging her in from the side. And she’s not scared. Not at all.

Still, if she squeezes Mr. Catty just a bit too tight that was just because he was shivering so much.

The big silver doors are in view soon enough, and she shuffles a bit faster when she notices them. It doesn’t even take a moment before they silently open. She walks in, the doors close and the familiar whirring noise echoes all around her.

“Leia.” Her daddy steps out of the dark, his breathing machine the only constant source of sound in the room. He’s tall, dark and shiny- just like he was when he put her to bed. It calms her; and Mr. Catty.

He absently waves a finger, turning the lights on as he steps closer to her small form. “Angel, what’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead she walks over with her bare feet (she was going to get a scolding for that for sure), Mr. Catty firmly in hand and looks up at her father’s dark mask. The staring only lasts a moment.

There’s a small hitch in the constant whirring noise, like an exhausted little sound, and her father firmly picks her up and sits himself down on a nearby chair. She’s on his knee, one black gloved arm still around her while she makes herself comfortable, and now it’s just her father’s strange mask that stares down at her.

Leia doesn’t hesitate. “I had a strange dream daddy.”

She didn’t dream often, but when she did, she always dreamed of strange things. A cave filled with crystals, shining so brightly she swore she heard them sing. An underwater city, beautiful; but there were fish people standing on top of buildings, crying, screaming: “Traitor, traitor!”.

A moon made out of metal, with a heart that screeched in pain.

Everyone always said her dreams were silly, and she was making too much of a fuss about them. Overactive imagination, her retelling a version of a story she read somewhere; one suit-man even accused her of lying once! The more she talked about them, the less everyone who heard them believed her.

Sometimes, Leia thought that if it weren’t for her daddy, their gentle reprimands would turn scathing.

She knew she shouldn’t have shared her dreams, knew most never believed her, but she couldn’t help herself; they all felt so real to her in a way. Why couldn’t other people understand that?

She knew better now. All the droids and suit-people dismissed her worries so she dismissed them as well; except for her daddy.

He never said she was making things up, and he always listened.

“It was a dry place.” Leia began, fumbling with Mr.Catty’s stuffed legs. She tried to remember. “Like, really dry. Everything was orange and the ground was bright and smooth; with all these little pebbles on them.” She shook her head lightly. “Oh no, they were even smaller than that: tiny, little pebbles. And there were no trees, or rivers, or-“

“A desert.” Her father stated, quickly cutting off her rambling. “You were dreaming of a desert.”

She scrunched her little button nose up at him. “A desert? Like, dessert?”

“No. A desert is a barren wasteland, largely inhospitable, dry and covered in sand; the tiny pebbles.” He explained, and she files away this new revelation in her mind. “I believe the chocolate waffles you had for breakfast this morning don’t fit the same description.”

Uh-oh. She cringed, fumbling her fingers around her stuffed toy. “Oh- you know about that?”

So she might have eaten sweets for breakfast this morning. Really, though, it hadn’t been her fault! She was alone with the droid in the kitchen, and it did ask her what she wanted for breakfast. And she really didn’t want to eat porridge filled with fruits, vitamins and all the “healthy necessities her body required to grow”. Besides, she was sure chocolate waffles made her grow more than that mush anyway.

“We will discuss your punishment tomorrow.” Leia made a face at that; she really didn’t want to scrub her room clean. Again. Her father’s mask turned towards her wriggling feet. “Where are your socks?”

“-So anyway.” She continued undeterred. “I was in a desert. But I wasn’t alone. There was a boy there too.”

Her father straightened a bit more at that. He always did, whenever she dreamed of someone. “What kind of boy?”

She shrugged. “A boy. I guess he was like me- except, well, he’s a boy.” Leia thought about him for a bit; the boy that inexplicably drew her attention more than any scary dream ever had. “He was blonde, with blue eyes- and his clothes were too big.”

She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, trying to recall the image of a boy in large white sleeves chasing furry creatures across the ground. “He was kinda scruffy looking.”

“Language.” Her father quietly added, though it was more of an automatic response than anything. “Is that all?”

“Umm, he was chasing some weird rat; I guess he was playing a game and-“

“I mean, was there anyone else in the dream?”

Leia shook her head, expression serious as she looked up at her daddy. With her chubby cheeks and button nose, she looked far too adorable to emulate any kind of sobering face but that hardly stopped her from trying. Like a little queen waiting for her adviser’s opinion, she stared at her father while he thought about her dream.

Her father’s mask stared off in a vague direction, head tilted as he considered what she said. The longer he remained in that position, the more Leia’s heartbeat echoed in her head. This is important then. Daddy must think so too.

It didn’t scare her; it made her strangely giddy. Like that boy was a puzzle piece, something she unknowingly needed to complete the distorted picture in her life.

“It’s nothing like your… usual visions.” His rough voice brought her back from her daydreams. Black mask meeting her large chocolate eyes, her father stated his final judgment. “No. I do not believe it really means anything, angel. Maybe it really was just a dream.”

Mr.Catty made a straining nose from the pressure of her tiny fingers.

In hindsight, this information was wonderful. She often came to her father, crying her eyes out because she hated all the scary dreams she was having, and she didn’t want them anymore. The fact that this dream might have been just that; a dream, not a nightmare, not reality…

Leia hated it.

“No daddy!” She yelled suddenly, wiggling free and sliding down to the floor. It caught her father off guard, too surprised to stop her.

With red cheeks she stared up at him, and all his black glory. “He was real. I know he was.”

“Leia…”

“No!” She threw Mr. Catty to the floor, angry tears appearing in her narrowed eyes. “You think I’m making things up! Like everyone else!”

“Leia.”

Her father got up, voice cold as the atmosphere in the room shifted. No longer approachable, but massive; He stared down at her in the oppressive silence, hands on his hips, looking like a mountain that would break the earth before it would bend.

A scary sight, one that many feared. Leia was no match for that; small, with her chin trembling, and wet, sloppy tears already rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t even compare.

Still, she refused to back down.

She knew her daddy was angry, and he was probably going to be even angrier the more she continued this staring contest; but- I’m angry too!

After all, out of all the people in her life, it was her father who was supposed to believe her no matter what. The fact that he didn’t, that he thought it was all a dream…

That hurt her.

The staring continued. The tension rose. Before she knew it, the temperature in the room dropped some more. She vaguely wondered if she was going to freeze up. Like those poor people in the vacuum of space, ones that fell under fire and drifted out of reach into an asteroid field. No one went back for them. Nobody even tried.

Would her father leave her like that, all alone? Here in this room, like a sculpture? Would she be able to see? Move? Become a statue for eternity?

It was a daunting thought, the coldness seeping through her jammies and into her skin now. She couldn’t stop shaking; the fear was swallowing her, but she wouldn’t-

It wasn’t until she glanced at Mr. Catty laying on the floor that realization set it and the fear stilled. Eyes straying away from the black void of her father, she took a few steps to her fallen toy, the coldness subsiding as well.

Gingerly picking him up, she muttered a quick apology to her favorite friend, facing her father as the tears roamed unchecked now.

“I-I’m sorry Daddy…” The hiccuping made it harder to speak. “But, but-“

She was full on sobbing now, and just like that, the atmosphere in the room shifted back to normal. The coldness subsided, the warmth came back and she couldn’t stop crying.

Her father made that whirring exhausted little noise, before slowly bending his knees in a crouch so they were more at eye level (Leia didn’t like how he towered over her so much, so piggybacks were still an often occasion).

It was a bit comical to see her tall and menacing father lost as to what to do, his tiny daughter shaking and desperately trying to rub away all the evidence of her uncontrollable tears.

“Oh no, angel not your-“ The warning was too late, as she blew her nose into her sleeves. They were icky already, but she kept smearing her tears in them. Her father quickly battered her attempts away. He looked around, his shoulders slumping some more.

Soon enough, she was blowing into a soft and leathery like material; her father sacrificing his shiny black gloves, gently wiping away the grime and the snot from her small face.

He was probably going to make that sad little whirring noise about that later, but for now, he remained composed.

“Calm down, angel.” He spoke as gently as he could with his distorted voice, his own version of Sssh, sssh- don’t cry now.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Leia stared at his black, droid like mask with her puffy eyes. She made a few more hiccuping noises, before croaking out the truth she knew in her heart. “But… but he’s important.”

“The boy from your dream?” She nodded. “How so?”

“Be-because!” She wiped the remains of her tears away, frantically trying to explain to her father the underlining importance of it all. It was so clear to her, didn’t he understand? “I saw him, daddy. I saw him jump around rocks, kick rats; fix- or maybe he was breaking- droids-!“

Another memory appeared in her head, one that makes her smile. “And he stares at the sunset daddy! Like you stare out the viewport. He must be real.”

This knowledge didn’t seem to appease her father; if anything, it seemed to do the opposite. The coldness in the room came back with alarming ferocity, before it changed into something incredibly hot, like a blazing sun- and then she could breathe again.

Her father’s shoulders slumped lightly, before he started to reach out his hand to her. He stopped, probably remembering the sobbing incident, and pried his gloves off, gently laying his hands down on her small shoulders. Leia tried her best to not shiver from the cold metal prosthetics. They glinted in the light, fake fingers squeezing her softly.

(Once, a long time ago, when she was still curious about her father’s strange suit, she had asked him if he was a droid. She couldn’t see it, but she just knew her daddy became very sad, and she instantly felt bad about it.

“No, not completely” he said.

She never asked again.)

“Leia.” He had her complete undivided attention. “The dream you had was real. But it was only a vision of the past.”

“The past?” She repeated, blinking as her father retracted his hands from her. But that would mean… “Really?”

“Really.”

The boy she dreamed about was real, as real as her heart in her chest. But it was a boy from before, not now. A boy from the past.

She felt an uncomfortable weight settle inside her.

“How do you know?” It couldn’t be true- the boy she saw was here, now, like she was- and he was important. She just knew it. “Did you… know him?”

“Once.” Her father looked away, like when he looked through viewports at the stars; like the boy. “I knew him, once.”

Her father was many things, but he wasn’t a liar.

She sagged with that newfound knowledge, tired and sad all at once, Mr.Catty limp in her hold. A boy from the past- it hurt her in a way she couldn’t explain, like a goal she could see as plain as day evaporated just beyond her reach. He had seemed so real (was he still real?), and now…

Just a boy from before. It felt like the truth.

And yet, there was still a part of her that believed differently.

There was shuffling in the background, her father’s loud stomps echoing in the room. Looking up, she saw him searching for something in his sleek metal closet. He only had one in his room.

Or was it an office- that term would perhaps better serve to describe his room (he didn’t even have a bed; sometimes Leia thought the plush chairs and sofa were there only for her benefit).

Most would have called it an office- if it wasn’t for the large bacta tank standing at the other end.

She opened her mouth when he walked back to her, but he stopped her new bouts of questions by deftly picking her up- new and shiny, clean black gloves in place.

“Enough. It’s late.” That was his order-voice now. The one that didn’t allow protests. She slumped a little in his hold.

The walk back through the shadowed corridors wasn’t as scary as before, and Leia rested her cheek on her father’s broad shoulder as he swallowed the distance between their rooms in short time.

He put her back to bed, exchanging her star shirt for a clean one with lothcats, and tucked her in. Opening her closet, he made sure to look inside before closing it again. A nightly ritual for checking monsters. No matter how many times he assured her that there was nothing scarier than him around, Leia insisted. That late-night holo she saw still made her shiver.

Besides, her daddy wasn’t that scary.

Smoothing down the hair on her head, Mr.Catty snuggled up beside her, he straightened and pointed a finger at her in warning (like he did at the suit-people, though his voice wasn’t so cold): “Now, sleep.”

He left. She shifted to find a more comfortable position, obeying the silent order and closing her eyes. Before drifting off, she repeated the words she knew rang true in her head; her heart.

The boy is real. Like me. I know it.

#my writing #dad vader #kid leia #sw #star wars #mess #secret santa fic #how do I tag this #this was just a scene in a long line of catastrophy #do not crucify me for my poor attempt at fluff

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shslstraws · 6 years ago

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Hello! Hope your days going well, I’ve been looking around and see your ✨beautiful art✨, and I curious to see your ideas/headcanons of your dr ships? I always like to see people’s interpretations of them^.^ (also your valid for top Saihara cuz I’m a Power-bottom Ouma enthusiast and-)

Hello! My day(s) have being going wonderful, thank you for asking! I hope you are doing well too, thank you very much for this ?? Like I’ve always wanted to discuss my ideas and headcanons, so thanks for this,, a blessing,,

I’m one hell of a multi-shipper but I’ll discuss my big damn ships. WHICH IS TWO, I REALIZED JUST WRITING ONE OF THESE, I WROTE SO MUCH THAT I CAN’T EVEN WRITE ABOUT MY TOP 5. SO HAVE TOP 2

Oumota (my fav ship)

Reading some of golden-redhead’s fic; Nobody Said It Was Easy (one of my fav Oumota fics btw), I do like to confirm that Kokichi and Kaito moved into an apartment with each other. Basically, vr au, just started to live with each other due to the fact that they let each other see with their masks down at the end, and they seem to grow an understanding of each other. They eventually become friends then to lovers, I always love that trope.

Kokichi bought a galaxy printed blanket for Kaito, on his birthday, and he thinks it’s an eyesore sometimes. But the look on Kaito’s face when Kokichi spots him snuggle up with it, Kokichi doesn’t ever regret buying it. (Kaito just really thinks of Kokichi when he snuggles up in the blanket btw, I drew them in the blanket actually!)

For a loooong while, Kokichi suffered from ptsd nightmares when they first moved in, Kaito just couldn’t leave him like that?? He invites Kokichi to like,, sleep with him in his bed, after a month of living together, and Kokichi just teases him. But he silently goes in that night, Kaito finds out in the morning, since he wakes up early, but says nothing of it for the both of them. (It just becomes a habit)

Kaito is actually afraid of loud noises? Like, REALLY loud noises. Due to ptsd triggers to the loud slam of the press and the awful noises that was also with it. Thunderstorms are the worst. Kokcihi notices this and feels kinda lost, he doesn’t know what to do but wants to help. Kaito tries to keep it together during these times, but Kokichi can see right through him. At first, he’d try to joke around and tease at him, just to make Kaito feel normal and back to reality. It eventually doesn’t work and Kaito is stuck in that moment of time, so Kokichi silently starts forming circles on his hand to keep him grounded. Just like how Kokichi goes to Kaito’s bed after a nightmare, this becomes a habit and they say nothing of it.

They don’t say anything to each other about these acts of kindness bc they don’t know how to react to it? Maybe still in the mindset that they HAVE to hate each other. But they get over it, and once in a relationship; Kokichi begins to make small talk as he rubs circles in Kaito’s hand. And, of course, they both decided to finally sleep in the same bed instead of separate beds in separate rooms.

Of course, they tease each other and pick at each other everyday. But since they started dating, it’s just more in a loving matter?? Although Kokichi will be like, “ewww, Momota-chan is trying to flirt with me, disgusting”

For my version of a VR AU,,, I kinda want to go a different route for Kokichi; career wise. I love seeing fitting jobs for him in fics like, actor and such. Excellent ideas and I love them! But I want to be different bc IDK I JUST DO BE LIKE THAT. And wanna make Kokichi a psychologist? Just once he recovers from his trauma, and helps Kaito deal with his, he just feels like he can be good at it? Which was laughable when he first told Kaito, but then he saw Kokichi was serious and was like, “oh shit, you’re dead set on this.” And Kaito becomes proud of him, so supports him through it. Kokichi is still a little shit but only to those that are not his patients, of course.

I actually did concept art of Kokichi as a psychologist, since I got a request to have my take on older Oumota, I’ve been putting so much work into the concept so then I can make the perfect drawing, but here’s psychologist!Kokichi

Yes, he gets glasses. He was so whiny about it when Kaito found out Kokichi’s sight wasn’t the best as it was before. So after FORCING him to go to an eye doctor, Kokichi pouted when he got his first pair. Kaito just found it cute. He normally wears contacts though, only wear glasses, “to look professional”, even then, he doesn’t wear them as much. HE REALLY DOESN’T WANT ANYONE ELSE KNOWING HE WEARS GLASSES. He hates them. Kaito gets very excited when he sees his boyfriend with them; he took a picture when Kokichi didn’t notice until the picture was taken, and the doof left the flash on, so Kokichi chased him around the apartment demanding him to delete it. And Kaito is laughing and having his phone in the air high so he can’t reach it. (But Kokichi eventually gets it off his phone, from a surprise kiss)

Although Kaito HATES being what the game made him to be and what he thought everyone expected him to be, he was afraid to even consider to pursue being an astronaut for real. He was afraid that he fully lost himself if he were to “give in”. But he learns that he wants to be an astronaut, not because of the false memories given, but because he wants to in this life. His life. His decision.

Both study hard in university when pursuing their chosen careers, both procrastinate a lot. But eventually one or the other will try and get them back to work. Or if Kaito is working too hard, Kokichi will try and lighten him up and get him to take a break. Very rarely, Kaito will have to do the the same with Kokichi.

OH MY GOD OKAY, NOW ONTO THE OTHER SHIP

Saioumota

Shuichi basically had a crush on both of them, he didn’t know how to even confess. NONE OF THEM DID BC THEY’RE MESSES.

So, going off VR AU again, afterwards Kaito just decides that they all are going to live together. And Shuichi was okay with that, Kokichi was like, “haha okay, since you can’t seem to get enough of me” but was honestly relieved inside that he had somewhere to go.

Few months were awkward for Kokichi, especially since Shuichi and Kaito started dated. He just felt like “the third wheel” and wanted to move out, but he had no where to go. So he was in this cycle in his mind for awhile.

Shuichi tries multiple of times to get Kokichi to join them on many occasions, but again, Kokichi didn’t want to be that third wheel.

Kaito DOES have feelings for both Shuichi and Kokichi, but was most unsure,for the longest time, about how he felt with Kokichi. It took Shuichi’s talks to finally get him to understand and comes to terms, damn, he’s also in love with this rat.

It was when Kokichi didn’t come home for about a week, that Kaito confessed when he just suddenly came back. Of course, he was shouted at Kokichi and they got in an argument, and just everything that was buried blew up there and then. Shuichi just comforted them both after the argument with his gentleness.

They ALL just started dated afterwards, although it was hard for Kaito and Kokichi to become closer. Kokichi easily warmed up to Shuichi first, since he just always felt closer to the detective? He was just on edge for awhile about if Kaito’s feelings were true. But he warmed up to him eventually.

For a long while, Shuichi would be middle spoon (haha) since Kokichi’s and Kaito’s uncertainty. But once Kokichi warmed up to Momota, he just scooted himself between the two of them during one of their cuddling sessions. Kaito looked dumbfounded and then looked at Shuichi like he just earned the trust of a stray cat. Like, “LOOK, SHUICHI, HE’S TRUSTING ME” silently with a big dumb smile.

After then, Kokichi loves being the centre of attention for both of them. He loves being middle spoon but also let’s Shuichi be middle too bc he loves cuddle him.

Their usual dates are to a nearby park, mainly if they need a breather from any stress, one of them will suggest or just force them to go to the park. And they all know that it means that they just want to the best for each other.

Shuichi is usually the one to come home and find a mess of the apartment from Kaito and Kokichi. And gives them a “really?” look as they point fingers at each other.

Kaito eventually gets a job, Shuichi was the first to get a job to support them, but that left Kokichi alone. And he was so clingy when they got back, he demanded SO MUCH ATTENTION once they came home. And whined about being bored all day without them.

When they all have their bad day, they just cuddle up together and take a nap and just relax. Although Kaito will be the one to try and cheer them up later in the night by stargazing.

Shuichi loves talking about the novels he reads to his boyfriends even though they don’t know what he’s talking about most of the time or understand, Shuichi knows but really appreciate them just taking interest in something so small. It means so much to him.

Kokichi is the last one to wake up in the morning, and Shuichi and Kaito always debate to wake him up before they go to work. He’ll whine if he doesn’t get a goodbye from them and he’ll whine just out of grouchiness of being woken up. So it’s always flip a coin and it’s always, “it’s your turn, Shuichi” “Kaito, it was my turn yesterday”

SURPRISE THEY GET MARRIED AND MOVE INTO A NICE HOUSE LATER. And they also get a dog,,

AND THAT’S THAT, IM SO SORRY BUT HERE’S ALL MY HEADCANONS, TAKE ‘EM

#strawstalks #strawsanswers #rambles #headcanons #but thank you again for asking me this #i love just rambling about stuff like this #and hearing other people's ideas in my ask box #it's just so nice to see my ask box full of things #thank ya'll #oumota #saioumota

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shhh-no-ones-home · 6 years ago

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theres no ‘I’ in fight ted “theodore” logan x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ringa-starr thank you so much i hope you like it ^-^

Song: runaround by van Halen +++++++++

I walked up the front stairs of San dimas high with Bill and Ted. They were my two best friends but we had only recently started hanging out. After the boys report they were praised by most of the school; by everyone except me. So being the two knuckleheads that they are they wanted to find out why. After promptly telling them their report was cool but seemed like a hoax they accepted it and decided to take me under their wing. I think it was partially because they were hoping I'd get bullied less but that didn't really seem to make a difference. Upon walking through the double doors i was immediately pushed away from the two boys.

"What the hell cara?"

I heard Ted.

"Yeah most non-triumphant dudette"

I heard bill chime in. But I couldn't see them, the most popular bitch in school was standing between me and them with her possé surrounding her.

"Can I help you cara?"

I snapped at her. She gave me a ride look, brow raised and a smirk across her lips.

"I just want you to know that hanging out with them doesn't make you cool. You're still the same rat you were before."

I nodded.

"What a great reminder for..."

I looked down at my watch.

"Seven thirty in the morning."

I shrugged.

"But Still a rat, got it."

Her group laughed quietly to themselves before she turned on her heel to look at my two friends.

"And you guys really shouldn't be hanging out with her either. Now that you're the talk of the school you wouldn't want to harm your reputation. Specially you Ted, you're too good for her, and I'm sure the rest of the swim team probably agrees."

He scratched the back of his head in discomfort.

"I guess that's just your opinion."

She huffed and crossed her hands over her chest.

"It's the only valid opinion of her Theodore. And besides, I heard you were skipping practice to hang out with her and that's not very righteous dude."

His eyes went kind of wide in shock t she had at what had called him. In all the years of us going to school together no one had ever called him that. Not teachers, not principles, not even his dad.

"How would you know? And don't call him that."

Cara turned abruptly to look at me with a fire in her eyes.

"I'm sorry what was that rat?"

I stepped closer to her.

"Hes not skipping practice because of me and he doesn't like being called that."

She stepped closer too, challenging me.

"That's not what I heard, playing hookie isn't a good way to get scholarships. And I'll call him whatever I so please, rat."

Next thing I knew I had pushed her, hard. Hard enough to make her loose her balance. When she stood back up she slapped me with all her might. Before I could hit her back Ted was stood between the two of us.

"As much as we'd all like to see a fight on this fine Monday morning I think we can save this for later."

Cara spit at the ground and looked me up and down with disgust.

"We finish this after school. Meet me on the front lot rat."

We all stood and watched her walk away. When she was gone Ted turned around and held my arms, examining my face.

"Did she hurt you?"

Bill walked over and looked too.

"It's fine, she doesn't hit that hard."

"Who does she think she is?"

Bill chimed in.

"Yeah who does she think she is?"

Ted Repeated.

"I just can't believe she called you Theodore"

I said with a nasty face. It didn't taste right coming out of my mouth.

"Literally no one calls you that."

He let out a nervous laugh.

"Like I get it's like the full name thing for your band but no one ever calls you that name just by itself and even if they did I feel like she definitely wouldn't deserve to call you that."

They both nodded in agreement and we heard the bell ring.

"C'mon y/n, we can't be late for math again."

Ted hooked his arm in mine and we both waved to bill as we paced quickly down the hallway.

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As the last bell rang out my stomach dropped. I hadn't given it much thought all day but now that the time was here I had no idea what I was gonna do. Is she gonna fight me? Diss me? Cuss me out? I had no idea what to prepare for, I shoved her for being a bitch which wasn't very strong grounds for violence. Now here I was between a rock and a hard place. I of course know I could take her weak ass but Im definitely unprepared. As I stepped out of the class I could see students piling out of the front doors ready to either go home or watch us throw hands. Even as people pushed past me they looked at me like they couldn't wait to see what would happen, some of them even offering me good luck in the events to come. I just sighed and trudged to my locker. When I slammed the door closed I jumped at Ted standing behind it.

"You scared the shit out of me Ted!"

I smacked his chest lightly.

"Sorry, you ready to go?"

"Do I have a choice?"

He shrugged.

"Shouldn't you always?"

I let out a short laugh and ruffled his hair.

"Come on, I'm sure bill is waiting."

I watched him swing his varsity jacket over his shoulder as we walked away from my locker. As we made our way outside we could see people already circling cara, asking her questions and getting her hyped up. I breathed deeply as Ted rubbed my back in reassurance. When we got into the circle I saw bill run towards us. He wasn't where he normally was when he left so he must have been waiting amongst the crowd. Ted squeezed my shoulder and gave me a knowing look before joining bill on the sidelines of the crowd.

"So, rat, are you ready to properly get your ass handed to you?"

I shrugged.

"Did you learn how to hit harder between seven a.m. and now?"

Her mouth gaped.

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

She swung her arm in my direction but I pushed it away before her hand could land on me, me retaliating and punching her square in the nose. It hurt like a bitch and I tried to shake my hand out. She stumbled back, holding her face.

"You bitch!"

She came at me, pushing me to the ground and trying to scratch and hit me. I couldn't really do much other than keep my hands up in defense. Anything to keep her mits away from my face, which seemed to work. We both struggled for a bit on the ground before I got at her shoulder and pushed her off me, rolling on top of her and punching her again. I went to lay another one in but I was lifted off of her. I was kicking and screaming, same as cara, but she stood up just as fast and stood in defense as I was held back by someone. I tried to pull away but they kept their grip on me.

"Ted to the rescue huh? Thanks teddy it means a lot that you would try to save me."

He loosened his grip and I turned around to look at him like I couldn't believe it. He didn't take his eyes away from mine.

"I didnt do it for you."

I drew my brows together and turned to look at cara who seemed like she couldn't believe what was happening either. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to look at him again.

"But teddy don't you like me? I like you? Why else do you think I would try to save you from that rat."

He looked deep in my eyes.

"Why? The only rat I need saving from is you."

He sent her a Stern gaze. Something I had never seen on his features before. He was normally the soft spoken one who kept to himself. I just kept trying to study his face, see what he was getting at. He turned his gaze back to me and it softened.

"Are you okay?"

He said quietly. I nodded. He nodded back, placing his varsity jacket around my shoulders.

"Good cause if you weren't I wouldn't get to do this."

He leaned down and kissed me softly. When he pulled away I heard a loud shriek from behind and then a bunch of cheering from the students surrounding us. I stood there in shock, forgetting that we even had an audience in the first place.

"Teddy!"

He looked back at her.

"My name is Ted Theodore Logan, not Theodore, not teddy. Call me Ted. Or as a matter of fact don't call me anything. I don't wanna be popular anymore. I just wanna hang out with my friends and go to swim practice and enjoy time with my girlfriend."

He looked at me as if asking me but not saying anything. I just smiled and nodded at him. Bill stepped forward and pointed at us.

"Yeah same here."

She stomped her foot and stormed off, the crowd slowly dispersing, some following her and the rest leaving for the day. I looked back at Ted.

"So we're 'dating' now?"

He smiled at me and shrugged.

"If you'll have me."

I pulled his jacket tighter around me.

"I'd love to."

I stood on my toes and kissed him again. When we detached bill cleared his throat, causing both of us to look at him.

"So, when's the wedding?"

#Wattpad #x reader #ted theodore logan #bill and teds excelent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #imagines #one shots #ted logan

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a-copper-butterfly · 6 years ago

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OK so i posted this before but i have edited it a bit and added a new intro. im still not sure if i should continue this but what the hay, have a look and give us some feed back. :)

here is my re-write of good omens where the ineffable husbands raise Adam.

Monday, five days before the end of the world.

It was sunny, well, as sunny as it every was in the centre of London.

For those you don’t know, London is a vaguely potato shaped blob about ten miles across, with its own weather system which is almost entirely different to that of the rest of the UK.

Warlock was moping along his nose glued to his phone (not literally, thought Crowley sometimes wished he could get close enough with some glue without the little nuisance noticing.) Warlock had perfected the art of nearly completely ignoring the world around him, but remining just aware enough that he could complain at anyone who might distract him. His mother was walking along admiring the sculptures, pausing now and then to read an information sign. She did this much in the same manner as most people the world over when they want to look more intelligent than they are. They don’t actually read what is written on the information board, just frown and nod like you agree with what ever had been said then point to it and repeat a few lines when a friend or family member joins you. Thus, the whole cycle repeats itself.

A little way from the stroppy pre-teen, representatives of both heaven and hell discussed the fate of the world.

“I mean, he could just disappear,” suggested the Demon. He was slouched on the wooden bench. This was a master level slouch of someone who had trained for years to hold his body in such a position. A normal person if attempting this would pull a muscle if not worse.

The Angel that sat prim and proper next to him frowned,

“I don’t see how hiding him would help?” he said, which earned a glare form his companion. The thick sunglasses that covered the Demons yellow eyes obscure the fond irritation directed at the angel.

“I mean kill him Angel,” he clarified.

The Angel shuffles in his seat uncomfortable about this conversation. He tried to change the subject, but not too much avail.

“Are you going to get him a dog?” Azriaphale looks over at Crowley, know full well that he had been asked to provide the hound and that this was purely a diversion.

“I thought you were going to sort that out.” Crowley responded, rolling his concealed eyes.

“Why are we getting him a dog anyway.”

Crowley gave a side glances at his companion, silently noting the use of “we”.

Azriaphale wasn’t done with his grumbling, “Do remember the hamster?” he continued.

“Sir hamserlot? Yeah.” Crowley cringed at the memory of the tan and white little rodent. The poor thing when through so meant names it was a wonder it didn't have identity issues.

“How meant times did we have to pull that poor creature back from the jaws of death?” Aziraphale says shaking his head. The poor thing had eventual snuffed it permanently when the boy had gotten it into his head that hamsters could swim. They can, much like rats, but being put in a crudely made ship and pushed out on a duck pond in the middle of winter would be terminal for most rodents or any other small mammal.

A dog is a bit bigger. This was the only argument Crowley could come up with at the time.

“Well” Azriaphale relented “he is a bit older now.”

Crowley shuffled further into his slouch.

“It's the end if the world Angel.” He muttered gloomily, “Just give the kid what he wants. And he wants a dog.”

Aziraphale flinched at this painful truth.

“Well you have a point dear. Fine, he can have a dog.”

There was a pause as they watched Warlock ignore the world around him and play on his phone. The cartoonish sounds of games annoying the people around him. Crowley smirked; apps had been one of his ideas. Well, according to hell they were. Humans were always doing his job for him; he just took the credit when the higher ups asked about it. He sighs and slips back into the conversation about the end of the world.

“We’d better be there when the dog arrives” Crowley said darkly.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary. I think he can look after himself and a dog for a few hours. He is old enough now, don’t you think?” Aziraphale smiles nodding in agreement with himself.

Crowley shot the angel a withering look.

“I meant the hellhound and Warlock, not some overly excited puppy with a bladder size of a spoon. This is going to a monster. The biggest they have got, according to downstairs.”

Aziraphale lip touched in a pout. “Oh” was all he said.

“I'm going as waiting staff don't want people recognizing me.” Crowley continued. “Can you bring him?”

“He said he doesn’t want to go. Said warlock isn't fun to hang out with anymore.” Aziraphale said, fumbling with a button on his sleeve cuff.

“Too bad. He is going to seeing a lot more of him whether he likes it or not. That is if there is anything after.” Crowley responded darkly. He still hadn’t figure how they were going to make it through the next few days.

A sudden though shot through Aziraphale mind.

“I could be the entertainment! I’ll brush up on my magic!” he said excitedly, beaming at the idea.

“Oh no, angel, please don’t. Really, it’s humiliating.” Crowley protested, “You can do miracles, why bother doing sleight of hand when you’re not good at it?” Aziraphale bounced in his seat. This was going to be fun.

One late august night just outside the small village of Tadfield,

When a snake regurgitates its food, its normally because it had been grabbed or handle soon after eating or is otherwise subjected to stress.

As Crowley knelt in damp grass on the bank beside the road, he wiped his mouth. The light from the Bentley’s open door revealing the grey sludge that was even now burning the grass. The small part of Crowley’s mind that wasn’t screaming in panic wondered when the last time he had eaten was. Without the help of the rest of his brain, he guessed around six years ago.

Pushing himself up onto wobbly legs, Crowley slid back into the driving seat, switched on the radio as he did so. As he pulled the car back onto the road, Crowley checked the rear-view mirror. The carry cot was still there. This was real.

“Shit, shit, shit, why me, why me?” he muttered to himself. The radio crackle,

“BECAUSE YOU EARNED IT CROWLEY” came the voice of Freddy Mercury.

“Fuck…” though Crowley.

Sister Annabelle Houghton was totally normal, much to the annoyances of her parents. They were traditional occultists who gave her supposedly cursed china dolls and pretty, frilly dresses in attempts to get her possessed. They had even moved at an old house which the nice estate agent had made very clear was the site of quite a few murders and ghost stories. It even had its own graveyard in the garden. Her swing was hung in an old knarred oak tree which legend had it was used as a hangman’s gibbet, but she never used it. When Annabelle eventually grew up, her parents had lamented and had sent her off to the Sisterhood of Chattering Nuns of St Beryl. Not too worried about this, Annabelle went along as she thought it might be interesting.

Now she sat looking out of one of the convent’s window keeping watch for the arrive of Master Crowley and the baby boy he carried with him. The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of this world, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. She was very excited; this was a big day and she, Sister Annabelle, would be part of it. A cup of tea sat on the windowsill beside her. It had gone cold hours ago, No matter.

A car came screaming through the gates of the convert an excitement jolting up her spine. Sister Annabelle leapt from her seat and began to quickly click her way down the hall towards the foyer. She turned the corner expecting to see one of her sisters talking to Master Crowley but broke into a run when she saw which sister it was. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Sister Mary Loquacious, she was a lovely person when you were sat having a chat, it was just that things, important things, tended to go wrong when she was involved.

“Mother Superior! Mater Crowley is here!” she half-yelled, her fists full of her skirt as she leaped down the three little steps leading up to the corridor. Crowley quickly ducked behind a column in responses to the shouting. Shouting mostly lead to pitchforks, torches and a bad time for him.

“Greeting Master Crowley” she said, tried to smile and make her voice sound cheerful but her eyes were screaming at Sister Mary Loquacious. If she wasn’t holding The Anti-Christ, she may have shoved her out of harm’s way (harm’s way meaning any damage Sister Loquacious could cause to others, not the other way around). Sister Annabelle stopped next to her sister, peering at the bundle in her arms. The baby gurgled quietly. She quickly curtsied to Master Crowley who was still looking between the nuns wondering if he could slip out before anyone noticed.

The double doors leading to the hospital rooms flew open and a furious old nun stormed through. This was not part of the plan. She ran her icy gaze over the two nuns, who both know the consequences of that stare. Her eyes found Crowley who was trying not to look like a rabbit in the headlights, he was a demon after all. There was no escape now.

Long hair, sunglasses, modern suit, snakeskin shoes? Not what she though one of hell’s best demons would look like. She raised an eyebrow and forced a smile.

“Master Crowley, you’re just in time.” she walked slowly with an air of control. Crowley drew himself up to his full height. The Mother Superior had the eyes of a school master and they are well known for making even the naughtiest individuals squirm.

“Sister Annabelle, please go and retrieve the child of the ambassador and inform the other sisters that the switch will be taking places presently.” she smiled at the terrified nun who swallowed and nodded, turning to hurrying down the hall. Crowley tried to sidle towards the door. He stopped dead when the older nun eyes dropped on him. He tried to give her a confident smile.

“Master Crowley, if you would just pop over to the desk, we have a few papers for you to sign just to keep everything in order.” she turned and glided over to the foyer desk and began to draw papers out of a file. Crowley reluctantly followed her, dumping the now empty carry cot on the desk before propping himself up on it.

Sister Mary Loquacious frowned. She rocked the Anti-Christ in her arms. He was chewing on his hand. She had checked, it didn’t have claws. She looked up at Master Crowley and frowned again. She walked over to the desk,

“Umm Master Crowley?” she asked and terrifying yellow eyes looked at her over dark sunglasses. Something in the very pit of her soul screamed and told her to run. It was the same part that makes skulls scary, even though they are always smiling. She took a step back,

“Yeah?” he grunted. Mother Superiors levelled her glare at the Sister. She didn’t notice, now over the shock of yellow eyes she felt bolder,

“What is going to happen to the spare baby?” she asked. Crowley rolled his eyes to the Mother superior who was trying to set the younger nun on fire via sheer force of will. Without taking her eyes of her pray the Mother Superior said,

“Yes, that was something I was going to ask you as well Master Crowley. We are willing to go through with the switch, but we want nothing to do with disposing of the baby,” her eyes now turned on Crowley “We may be satanic Nuns, but we are not monsters.” Crowley paused at this juxtaposition. He huffed and turned back to the paperwork, one of hells better inventions,

“Put it in the carry cot, I will deal with it,” Crowley replied absentmindedly. “Sure, why not?” Crowley thought “Not like it will matter in a few years anyway”. Sister Mary Loquacious ginned the kind of grin that would suggest she didn’t quite understand what was going on.

“Sister Mary, please take The Young Lord down to Sister Annabelle.” Mother Superior said as she started pulling out more official looking papers. Crowley slouched at the prospect of more paperwork. Sister Mary Loquacious nodded happily and pushed through the double doors leading to the hospital rooms. Now that The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of this world, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness was out of eyesight, Crowley felt a weight off his back. He no longer wanted to vomit.

Sister Mary Loquacious had found a potable cot for the anti-Christ, in which he now rested. his red blanket tucked around him. She pushed him down the hall spotting sister Annabelle pushing a similar cot out of room 4. Sister Mary paused outside room 3 ready to make the swap. A putrid smell began to waft up the hall. Both sisters gaged. A similar smell began to rise form the baby in the cot in front of Sister Mary and the babies began to cry in unison. Sister Annabelle reached Sister Mary, her face pushed into her shoulder and her eyes watering.

“I think our lord has made us an offering,” she gaged as she spoke, “and this little man has also given us a gift too”. She pushed open the door to delivery room 3 and hurriedly pushed the cot in. Sister Mary followed with her own charge.

“You change the babies and I will fetch the carry cot from Master Crowley.”. It was clearly just a excuse to getting out of having to be in same room as the stench for any longer but Sister Mary didn’t want to argue. The smell was truly awful.

In the bed, Mrs Young turned over a frown wrinkling her brow, some internal mothering instinct told her that a baby needed changing but something else told her it wasn’t hers so sleep on.

Sister Mary hesitated as she plucked the Anti-Christ from his cot and laid him on the changing table beside the door. She unwrapped the blanket and dropped it back in the cot. The baby whimpered as she removed the dirty nappy and cleaned him. She cooed at him. “Imagine little me changing the Destroyer of worlds’ nappy and powdering his little tush.” Sister Mary thought to herself. The baby in the other cot began to cry.

The mother in the bed yawned but stayed asleep. In an attempted sooth the baby, Sister Mary picked the ambassadors baby up. He was a chunky baby and quite heavy. Sister Mary had to shift him about a bit before they were both comfortable. The white blanket was lost in this juggling. As she bounced the baby the door to the room opened. Expecting sister Annabelle, Sister Mary turned to face the door where a man peering around the door.

“Err Hello. I’m the father, the husband, whatever.” He stammered, walking over to stand by his wife. Looking up he wondered over to the babies looking down at the baby on the changing table.

“Is this him?” he asked in awe. The baby looked up at him and immediately began to cry. Terrified about what he had done he scooped up the baby and began to pat his back.

“Umm no, these two not yours. Your baby is with your wife over there.” She nodded towards Mrs Young and the cot next to her.

Sister Mary was beginning to gag over the smell coming from the baby in her arms, she laid him on the changing table and began to clean him up.

After soothing the baby in his arms, Mr Young laid the baby down in the empty crib. He picked up the white blanket and tucked it around the baby. He walked over to the cot next to his wife and looked down at the baby. A small part of him was hopeful that he would look upon the face of his child and instantly recognized it as his own. But when he looked down at the sleeping baby, he looked identical to the two with the nun. This one was a little smaller but there wasn’t a moment of recognition. Of course, he didn’t say that. He smiled and looked back at the nun who was disposing of the nappy in a small bin next to the table.

“You know he looks like me.” He said proudly. The Nun smiled at him, rewrapping the baby,

“Have you thought of a name?” she asked. There was a nervous air about her. That probably came with having to look after two babies at once. He had new respect for people with twins and triplets.

They had discussed names but not come to any solid concoctions, they had a name if it had been a girl and after twitching the blanket back it couldn’t be used anymore. The baby snuffled in its sleep; Mr. Young jumped back afraid that he would make it cry like he had the other child.

“We haven though of any names for a boy,” he explained as the nun had finished changing the baby in front of her. Then, looking down at the second with a frown, she looked at the baby in her arms. After a moment hesitant, she seemed to come to a conclusion and plopped it in the second cot wrapping it in the red blanket.

“Well, what about the classic like Luke, John, Adam. Bible names and the like?” She rocked the babies in the cots. Mr. Young though about this for a second as he looked back at his son. He didn’t really look like any of those names, but they were good honest names. Suddenly a nun scuttled into the room. She looked a little out of breath. She looked at Mr. Young the way one would look at a velociraptor. She managed to school her features and smile at him.

Sister Annabelle had returned to the front desk and immediate run into Mr. Young who had asked what room his wife was in. Directing the man to the room without a though until she had picked up the carry cot. She had just sent an imposter into the same room as The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of this world, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. Picking up her heels again, she took off down the hall and was now stood with Sister Mary, two babies and the carry cot. She turned her slightly manic smile on Sister Mary. She winked. Sister Mary Winked back. They smiled at each other.

“Baby removal services,” she laughed pushing the baby with the red blanket out of the room. She pointed at the carry cot next to the remaining baby and nodded down the hall. Sister Mary nodded back. She placed the carry cot on the changing surfaces and placed the remaining baby in the white blanket in it. Scooping up baby and carry cot she moved to leave the room,

“Umm,” said Mr. Young using the tone of someone who doesn’t want to be a bother but is no doubts going to be a problem.

“Is there any paperwork I need to fill in,” he asked nervously. Always ready to be helpful, Sister Mary nodded and beckoned for him to follow her. It wasn’t until they entered the hall that she realized this might have been a bad decision. She could see Master Crowley’s back to her when Mr. Young held the door open. Trying to think fast she walked up to him putting the now full carry cot next to him on the desk.

“Here is you son Master Crowley,” she said as way of explanation. The yellow eyes turned on her and the primal urge to run shot up her spine. Mr. Young was too distracted to notice, walking up next to her and leaned against the desk.

“Umm, does the birth certificate need signing?” he asked looking over the desk at all the papers. The Mother Superior who had been overseeing Crowley filling out all the correct papers in the right places. It wouldn’t do to have buggered up the paperwork on such a big job. She pulled a file over the papers and put on her best plastic smile. She flicked through the relevant files and produced a birth certificate for Mr. Young. She also pulled one out and handed it to Crowley. Conscious of the presents of Mr. Young, Crowley took the offered page. Mr. Young peeked into cot at the baby.

“He’s a cute one,” he says trying to rope Crowley into a conversation so he can talk about his own kid. Crowley doesn’t acknowledge him. Not deterred, Mr. Young filled in the birth certificate leaving the name till last. He still needed to talk to his wife about it.

“Though of a name yet?” he asked. Again, this was met by silenced. Mr. Young looked over at Crowley, he was well dressed and very out of places here. He didn’t have the look of expectant father. He looked worried.

“We were thinking about Adam,” he continued. This conversation was going to happen even if he had to do it himself. However, this got a reaction out of the other man. He laughed. He snorted then laughed out loud.

“Something wrong with Adam?” Mr. Young questioned, getting slightly defensive over a possible name for his son. The man pushed his long hair back away from his face. He was handsome, even Mr. Young had to admit that.

“No, it’s a fine name. But I knew an Adam once, he was a complete bastard,”.

Sister Mary giggled under her breath. But then frowned at the thought of how a demon knew the original Adam. She puzzled over this for the rest of the conversation.

Mr. Young let his shoulders drop,

“What would you suggest then?” he asked sheepishly. Crowley turned on him and Mr. Young had to squash a sudden urge to back away and make himself small. Crowley looks him up and down before speaking. His emotionless sunglasses making it feel like he wasn’t blinking. He wasn’t but behind the glasses no one could tell.

“Something royal may be. Henry, James, William?” he suggested. Mr. Young felt better about these names.

Crowley looked back at the almost complete page in front of him.

“It doesn’t matter, it will all be over in eleven years anyway.” Crowley mumbled glumly as he looked at the last section of the certificate

FIRST NAME:

It was blank. He stared at it. Did he have to name it?

“Oh,” Mr. Young said confused. In an effort to change the typic he looked into the cot again, “You know, he looks like an Adam.” he added.

Crowley huffed but he couldn’t think of anything better. Plus, it made sense in an ironic way. Crowley scribbled the name down on the final dotted line on the page pushing it towards the nun. He snatched the carry cot of the desk and strode out the lobby. Mr. Young tried to wave goodbye, but Crowley was long gone.

Sister Annabelle handed the baby to the ambassador’s wife who looked down at him with the love of a first-time mother,

“Sorry that took so long Your Ladyship, he is such a scrumptious little man. Every nun in the convent had to coo at him,” Sister Annabelle sighed as she stood back, her job was done. She really needs a cup of tea now.

Mother Superior quietly pushed open the door and came in.

“Oh what a little lord,” she said causing all nuns in the room to smile. “Have you thought of a name?”

The convent burnt down that night. However, the only paperwork that was destroyed was form that night. Apart from the birth certificate of one James Henry Young

Crowley pulled the Bentley into a short dead-end road that was the entrances to a farmer’s field. He cut the engine and the lights of the snarling beast of a car disappeared, leaving only the dark hedgerow in front of him.

The silence enveloped the car, seeming to seep in through all the gaps in the doors and poured out of the vents. Soon Crowley was engulfed in it. He paused, appreciating the moment. The sound of the engine cooling was the only noise that could be heard inside the car. The carry cot next to him cooed. He looked over at his new acquisition and pulled it closer to him. He carefully pulled the small and oh so delicate baby out and laid him across his knees looking up at him. The baby yawned but seemed very much awake. The white blanket that was bundled around him stopping his arms from moving.

Crowley huffed and rubbed his faces pushing his glasses off slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to mutter at the baby,

“Okay first test,”

He pulled his glasses off completely and crouched over the baby sticking his tough out. Letting the glamor over it drop so the tips flicked over the babies scrunched up little nose. His eyes almost glowed yellow in the darkness he didn’t show his true, true form just these small parts. The Baby screeched and Crowley jerked back worried, but unsurprised, that he had terrified the poor thing. When the screech turned into a gurgling laugh, he looked back at the baby who had wiggled free an arm and was grabbing at Crowley with a gummy grin. Slight confused Crowley rewrapped the baby in his white blanket and shifted it to be cradled in his arms,

“Okay so you passed the first test. Now we need to go other some ground rules if this arrangement is going to work out.”.

The baby babbled at him trying to wiggle free of his confines. He seemed fine with the whole yellow eyes and snake toung though. Probably knew no different, Crowley wondered leaning back in the driver’s seat.

“So I will house you, feed you and take care of you until you have worked out how to use a toilet after that we can look into the walking, talking, reading, writing business but there are some conditions that you have to uphold,”.

The baby sneezed, looked shocked at this strange turn of events, blinked a few times before looking back up at the demon. Now that he had the baby’s attention again Crowley continued,

“Firstly, the family you came from, the one that has the antichrist.” The baby watched him with uncanny eyes that seemed to understand what he was saying. That or more worryingly for Crowley he was ranting at a newborn infant that had no idea what was going on and was just watching him make noises in the dark car.

“Warlock, they called him Warlock.”

The baby gave him a half smile, hoping that the smile was from recognizing the name.

“You’re gonna have to be friends with that brat. secondly you will not get in my way or interfere with my work.”

The baby yawned at him. It seemed that all the excitement was getting the better of him its eyes began to slip closed. Crowley rocked him slightly trying not to enjoy holding the child, a small part of him that was thought to be long dead, started to thaw. He placed the baby back in the carry cot in the passenger’s seat. The baby whimpered at the movement but settled back in the crib snuggling into the blanket.

Crowley backed out and onto the road, where was the nearest mother care?

Azriaphale had just got back to the book shop when the phone rang. He paused hanging his coat up on its peg, before picking it up, he suspected who it might be but wasn’t sure. He plucked the phone from the handle and held it daintily to his ear,

“I’m dreadfully sorry but I’m afraid we are closed at the...,” his polite but discouraging scripted was cut by a very familiar voice,

“It’s me Angel.”

It sounded although Crowley was making this call from a phone box. Oh dear, what trouble had he gotten himself into now.

“Crowley? Is that you?” he asked anyway knowing the answer,

“Yes. We need to talk.” He said matter of factly.

“Yes, I rather think we do.” Azriaphale thought of the conversation he had had with Gabriel earlier that day.

Crowley looked through the window of the Bentley at the sleeping baby inside. He hung up the phone and got back into the car. He looked over at the child. He was so small. Crowley stroked his cheek with a black nailed finger.

“You have no idea what is going on. I envy you Adam,” the baby sighed in his sleep.

#good omens #good omens fic #Ineffable Husbands #crowley x aziraphale #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #adam young good omens #fanfic

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anotherfandomok · 7 years ago

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Interactive Introverts Richmond Summary! (Part 1 bc rambling)

Ok. My experience and a general summary. I'm gonna do my best I couldn't believe it was happening, before, after, or during it, and now I can't believe it happened. So.

I didn't get ready way too early this time! I loved my outfit it was so cute, and I drew whiskers on my wrist and my cousin did too :). I went over to my cousin's, and my aunt drove us to my uncle's office in Richmond. He took us to II it was so awesome of him. I was flipping out.

We got there and took pics with the signs and stuff I was vibrating and bouncing and shit I was so excited. We lined up and got in doors opened at six and it was a lot of little short lines so we got in really quickly. Immediately I wanted to go downstairs for merch.

We got in the merch line and like really like ahead in the line I was so proud of getting there so fast.

And I saw the like stand up thing background for the m&g?????? So I was like um wtf are they actually right there like thirty feet away from me? So I was watching it and had my phone ready to video. I SAW PHIL LESTER WITH MY OWN EYES LEAN FORWARD AND HUG SOMEONE. y'all you don't understand his hair is SO. BLACK. like it actually shocked me how black it was I guess it doesn't translate.

But anyway they had the last few people do the m&g, and then they left and Dan waved really quick and we all cheered and I GOT A VIDEO OF THEM AKFNDJSFBWJD.

Also, fan project tonight super cute just a pic of Virginia that said "VA LOVES YOU" I didn't know about it until I got there, but someone handed me a stack and asked me to pass them out and I was like um hell yes so I did that.

Anyway, we moved forward in the merch line and yo the line got so long I was so happy we went straight there omg. The merch setup was like really good! Very efficient they had a long table and everything up with prices and stuff it was so well set up and the guy who helped me was super nice.

I got both short sleeved shirts and the long sleeved shirt, as well as a hat and a poster, and my cousin got the hoodie, a poster, and the marble shirt. Cute as hell! It went really smoothly and quickly it was awesome and we just got right through.

We went to the bathroom and it had a lil ledge so we folded and organized our stuff and then went to the bathroom. Tbh the bathrooms there were REALLY nice, and not crowded at all when I went! The theatre itself was so nice you guys like I can't even believe how nice it was it was so fancy like pretty carpeted soft stairs and everything was so ornate and detailed and pretty. Just omg.

Anyway! Then we went and stood by the front doors for a bit and I handed out signs (if you saw me in the lacy white shirt and black shorts with short blond hair aye!). We sat in balconey D, so we went up (a LOT of stairs) and found our seats!

Seriously I can't overstate how gorgeous and amazing this theatre was so fancy with super soft seats and good room like it was so pretty and it had a ton of like Egyptian stuff on the walls omg it was so cool. Y'all. The set was GORGEOUS. Like the lights and the background and just. Wow. I felt so close even though we were the highest up, because everything was very stacked. We really weren't that far away even though we were towards the back like I could see the stage really well.

The set is so gorgeous wow. And I just jammed to all the songs on the preshow playlist it was so amazing I couldn't believe it was real.

Also Dan's Siri came on like twice and was like hi there's really nice merch downstairs and Dan left me to look at memes and stuff, and told us not to film bc iPads are bad lmao. (I filmed anyway don't arrest me).

Everyone FLIPPED SHIT when Welcome To The Black Parade came on oh my god it was so loud and amazing. The lights dimmed and off we went.

They opened with the really adorable video being projected omg my heart and then they rode in dramatically with their steam and everyone LOST THEIR SHIT it was amazing the crowd was so loud all night.

Phil read the Richmond Wikipedia page apparently (wow, nerd) lmao and talked about the rat basketball team. They literally mentioned the rat basketball team like at least six times throughout the show tonight y'all I'm.

Dan said shooketh at something at the beginning and I don't remember what it was but like djfndjsdbrb. Also he did the Naruto run the first time he ran off stage, and we all sCREAMED.

They did a smol duet of A Whole New World which I now know was inspired by the venue - it was so great though and Dan was like that's not what you want trust me it would start off good but it would quickly become horrible. It sounded really good though like I love them they should sing more.

I hadn't seen any spoilers about the beginning! They talked about what an introvert is and asked the introverts and extroverts in the room to cheer sjfbwjsj.

Dan had a six second challenge to pretend to be a llama sitnfndntkejr he pranced and did a noise we all DIED and then he was like "-NO!" it was hilarious sjfndjsnebd.

The segment about what they weren't gonna do had me shook I nearly died. "Please be gentle with the handcuffs; I have sensitive skin" IM DEAD.

Also when they went to walk up and pretend to strip and then they RIPPED OFF THEIR SHIRTS TO REVEAL IDENTICAL SHIRTS UNDERNEATH YOURE FUCKING KIDDING ME WHAT THE FUCK.

We were all really sad about the puppies so Phil said we'd get to see more puppies later in the show and we all screamed and Dan said if you're gonna promise puppies you better follow through.

When they offered to let people touch their hair I was like sjgbdjdbdjabfsn. Pastel personas skgbsjfkekfje??? They put on flower crowns and brought stuffed animals up to the front of the stage wow my heart.

They were like we're not gonna bring up a whole bunch of other YouTubers - because we have no friends and no one replied to our messages.

I can't remember for shit, but the whole beginning segment was just amazing. When they finished talking about how the show was interactive they were like "so that's why now we're going to make one of you stand up at random!!!!!!!" And they shined all the lights up and for a second it was chaos and then they were like kidding kidding we're just kidding and Phil was like your faces were priceless and Dan was like okay you can tell who the introverts and extroverts are the introverts are like crawling into a ball in their seats like "DONT PICK ME" I've never seen 3000 people curl up into a ball before. It was terrifying but also amazing!

Truth bombs! Honestly, I thought they were gonna do all the ones from the website, but they only did one each.

Phil's torture confession would be being bathed in cheese (Dan talked about if that included scrubbing, or if it included scrubbing under flaps y'all I was so done oh my god), but other options were mouth noises in headphones in his ears (to which Dan then did HORRIBLE and horribly loud mouth noises into his mic oh my god it was the worst thing my ears have ever heard ajtbcjejgsj *vomits* he said "not the asmr you came to hear, sorry") and ??? (Help I forgot)

Dan dreams about Nick Jonas in a fursuit at night ("the two things I lease wanted to hear right now, combined), but other options were a dark abyss ("no that's what I see when I look in the mirror") and a one direction reunion.

They would die from "Bees?" But other options were Dan falling out of the gaming chair and taking Phil down with him, and burning down the flat after setting a fire during a baking video gone horribly wrong (both of the runner ups they said were extremely realistic and plausible and they were like are you guys surprised we aren't dead yet we were all like yah). Dan was like where are the bees going to come from???? THAT FLAP keep you eyes on it.

We're real people with free will so you can't just make us do whatever you want, BUT we have made a simulation with a tiny Dan and Phil where you choose what they would do in completely normal, everyday situations that we experience in real life. Remember, tiny Dan and Phil still have emotions and can feel shame and guilt, so this is our test to see if you are responsible enough to be in control during this show - please do what you would actually want us to do if you were controlling us in real life.

Simulation! They have been working on this since they were FETUSES. Not babies, fetuses they were up in their mom's bellies with laptops editing this, and they spent billions of pounds and thousands of Richmond dollars (idk why they said Richmond dollars so many times during the show but sjtbsjdjd it was cute) on it.

Phil first he went to Barstucks (the simulations didn't want to get sued) and got a unicorn death frappe, with lots of sugar so he was vibrating, and he accidentally tweeted a picture of him in his underwear. Shirtless Satan appears and we all cheered for Satan they were concerned and Phil sold his soul to Satan to take the pic down bc he dropped his phone in his drink lmao. SATAN TAKES HIM TO HELL AND THERES DEMON DAN AND HE HAS A POTATO AND HE POTATO PRESSES PHIL TO DEATH FOR ETERNITY. then Phil was like "I still remember the feeling of a wet potato being pressed to my back" I was like sjbsjsjdsj ew.

Dan talked to the furry in the park and went to a furry rave (didn't show him the good Shiba Inu memes he had) and did body shots off of an otter and entered the ladydoor and slipped on the floor and died in his slothbear fursuit. Lmao rip (I'd already heard that ending though). Dan said the show was officially demonitized, and also said "there was an attempt" after people cheered for the good option lmao.

At the end they were like what a waste of all our billions of dollars and all the time spent editing as fetuses.

At the end of the simulation Phil talked about it being like a mob mentality and Dan compared it to fandoms and how if you like something and everyone else seems to have the same reason for liking it or whatever, the people who it especially means some thing to, their voices can get lost. And that's what this show is all about giving the people what they want and getting all the voices and stuff. Fandoms are often seen as one collective unit but you can't expect them all to want the same thing because they're all made up of very different individuals. Etc. It was good.

Our collective name was Kevin. We did a coordinated clap ("the asmr you do want to hear") it was the coolest fucking thing ever ajrnejfnej to build the hive mind. Then we chose a breed of dog for them to get "they just want us to get a dog Phil that's all they want" and Phil led it he was like I think I can get everyone to think the same thing, and we chose Fluffy the very terrifying Chihuahua it was so cool how they did it and that was the one I got so yay! They asked who didn't get fluffy and then they were like "that's okay that just means you aren't part of Kevin... YET." And then they just kept saying how we needed to get inside Kevin and stuff it was like okay wow.

Then we had the WHATS UNDER DANS BED. First of all that box is fucking hilarious, and I think Dan mentioned Phil just wanting an excuse to use props lmao. They explained it and then Phil brought out the audience participation balls "Phil has three balls." Okay. But they really emphasized how if you didn't want it you could just throw it to someone who did like they were so nice and understanding about it and when the music stopped Phil asked and made sure everyone who had one wanted it :). Also they were like keep the answers like amazingphil channel okay keep it PG. But it was actually a really cool concept and the lights went rainbow when they were throwing them around, which I LOVED! The three answers were an anthill but the ants are tiny dogs, a fursuit made of maltesers, and "I think he's trolling us and it's empty"/nothing. Y'all Phil was like has anyone seen a key under their seat and Dan was like wait what are we talking about wait no no I have the key akfnfjejd. They opened it, got the silver tube, opened that and got the scroll, and then they were like this has been in the tube in the locked box on the stage the whole time how could it possibly say what three random members of the audience said, and then they SLOWLY UNROLLED IT AND IT SAID TINY DOG ANTHILL, FURSUIT, AND NOTHING YALL I WAS SHOOK OUT OF MY MIND LIKE THE ONLY THING THAT COULD HAVE MADE THE SHOW WAS MAGIC AND THEY JUST DID THAT OH MY GOD. I'm still shook about it.

Then Phil took the banner and tore it up into like three or four big pieces and was like okay guys tear it up and pass it around tear and share I was so shook I was like oh my god I want a piece of that banner but obviously I was balconey, so they were ripping off pieces and passing it around and Dan and Phil were like omg it's like the walking dead down there "oh my gosh... That is.. violent." I was so shook that they did that like that was so nice and good like snejdbdabfbo.

Survey! Dan dabbed when he said statistics and Phil was like don't dab to statistics and Dan dabbed again and was like math *dab* there was so much unnecessary dabbing it was wow. Phil likes to use props and costumes so the brought out the glasses and clipboards YALL THEM IN GLASSES IN REAL LIFE 😭. Phil read the options for the audience participation one really dramatically and Dan was like "Phil wrote all the answers to these questions obviously" to which Phil replied "I wanted to make them spicy." 68% like audience participation, sixty some feel like they really know Dan and Phil (8% said who are Dan and Phil and Dan was like where do you think you are Shrek the musical? It was so good. I think Phil said maybe that's the parents. Incredible.) (Unnecessary third option bc Phil wanted to see what would happen - it used the middle screen) 40% like the sims the best, but pinof had 36%. Ditl had 16%, and baking and crafts both had four. They ROASTED the four percent who love crafts lmao it was great. (They spent the whole tour budget on the pie chart for the video series lmao it was FANCY) Sixty percent of people whlant Dan and Phil to give the people what Dan and Phil want, so I was really proud of us and Dan seemed surprised and happy about it he said Augusta was like ninty percent what the people want lmao.

ONE FINAL QUESTION WE ASKED YOU DAN OR PHIL BUT THATS TOO EASY NO WE ASKED YOU WHO WOULD YOU SACRIFICE BUT DAN NO ONES REALLY GOING TO BE SACRIFICED RIGHT THIS IS JUST A QUESTION ON A SURVEY IN A STAGE SHOW "I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT ABOUT DAN AND PHIL THERE ARE NO CONSEQUENCES... RIGHT?"

SUPER DRAMATIC SACRIFICE DAN OR PHIL "YOU MIGHT SAY I CANT CHOOSE TOO BAD THE WORLD IS FULL OF HARD DECISIONS ONE OF US WILL BE STRAPPED TO THIS WHEEL" PHIL SAID "ONE OF US IS GOING TO BE PUT IN MORTAL DANGER RIGHT NOW" AND THEN THEY BOTH JUMPED ONTO THE PLATFORM WITH THE WHEEL AND RODE IT BACKWARDS AND THEN INTERMISSION HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEYRE SO DRAMATIC AND EXTRA OH MY GOD IT WAS INCREDIBLE.

I'm forgetting so much but I'm gonna do this in two parts. Intermission seemed to come so quickly! It was at almost eight forty. Intermission was cool I stood up and stretched my legs bc as soon as I sat down my left leg fell asleep and it's still fucked up the. Some more jams though, and the last song they play was The Final Countdown lmao.

Quick note they are both so beautiful ??? Like?? I couldn't stop staring at their fucking legs oh my god and Dan's knees with his ripped jeans help. Also, I was mesmerised by the way Phil walks? And the way he runs and skips and does little jumps and shit? Like it's actually really graceful his legs are So Long and I'm just obsessed with watching him walk around omg. In summary - Legs ™

Edit: I totally forgot about the airhorn during Truth Bombs ajgbfjrnfsiej it was WILD Phil kept playing with it and pressing buttons to make noises before we even started doing Dan's, and Dan was like omg stop but we were all cheering because obviously it was amazing and Dan was like don't cheer when he does that you're encouraging him and we just cheered louder. (Phil also stroked the airhorn remote - the number of times some variation of the word stroke was said tonight..... So much)

At some point during the beginning they talked about why everyone loves the sims bc you can make people and make them do whatever you want and Phil was like like put a hundred sims in a swimming pool and remove the ladders and watch them drown slowly and I used to do that a lot as a kid does that say something and Dan was like that would explain a lot actually (I swear to God he said that phrase about Phil like three or four times throughout the show like wow). And Phil was like you could also make them woohoo with a skeleton or an alien and HE THRUSTED TO EMPHASIZE HIS POINT I WAS LIKE JESUS FUCK STOP PLEASE.

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Make Believe (Part 6)

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The rain came down upon the heroes in sheets and soaked into their clothing. Their eyes could barely see through the darkness; only the brief flashes from the lightening gave them any sense of direction. The looming form of the gates glared down at them as they drew closer and increased the sense of dread that boiled in their guts.

Darling slowed to a stop in front of the gates and allowed her rider to gaze up at the old manor.

Roman had not been to Chicanery Manor since he was young, but it was evident that time had taken its toll. The rain blocked the view of the home that should be situation on the hill behind the gates; more of a castle if Creativity recalled correctly.

Vines had grown over the rusted iron gates and made them easier to slip through; evident by the gap created from missing bars. Intruders probably paid no mind to the glares of the statues that were situated on either side: two giant, stone snakes.

These very snakes are what glared down at Roman now.

Their eye sockets were empty of the amber stone that he remembered being there, but it seemed to make them more menacing. The viper on the left’s fangs had broken off in time and the serpent seemed to have an abandoned bird’s nest in it’s coiled body.

“Creepy.”

The prince did not have to turn his head to know Patton had just said those words.

“Indeed,” Roman answered. “Very creepy.”

The three of them sat there on their horses and just looked up at the ruined gate. They had no idea what they would find inside the manor. There was no way they could prepare but if it would get Anxiety back they had to push on.

“We are going to have to continue this journey on foot,” Logan stated the obvious. There was no way the horses would be able to get through the gap in the gates.

“Right,” Roman breathed the word and slipped from his horse. Darling’s white coat was matted down by the rain and her hooves covered in mud. The prince patted her affectionately to calm her nerves and glanced around the best he could in the pouring rain. “We should find a place where they can stay out of the storm.”

Logan appeared by his side, his eyesight impaired even further with the amount of water that was on his glasses. “Where would that be? There doesn’t seem to be any shelter.”

“There should be an old shed around here somewhere,” Creativity squinted through the rain, “The gardener used to keep his things out here.”

The side did not give either of them a chance on how he knew of this shed. He merely glared through the rain and started to move along the fence slowly with the expectation that the other two would follow.

“Blast this rain,” the royal muttered under his breath. The thick sheets of water had slowed only a margin as they had started to walk. As much as the creative side tried, he could not make the rain slow down any more then that even though he should have that ability.

This story was truly going off the rails if he could not control something as simple as weather.

The party of three moved along the edge of the fence through the storm in search for the shed that Roman hoped would still be standing; one good thing could happen to him.

The blistering storm continued to rage despite the handsome prince’s best spells. His faithful companions were loyally following him through it, like they should. As they led their horses towards the promised shelter the royal could only think of one thing. Why would someone take such a villain? Could this just be his master plot all alon-!

Roman walked right into the very structure he had been searching for. The unexpected structure made the prince stumble back into Darling’s chest. His nose burned from the unexpected hit and his vision was covered in stars. The only good thing that came from this blunder was Patton’s laugh before he moved to check to see if Roman was alright.

“I’m fine, Patton,” Roman waved the concerned man away, “Just did not see the structure in this rain.”

“More like you were lost in your head again,” Logan added as he moved towards the shed.

Roman resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the logical side and settled to fix his soaked jacket. He pushed his way back to the front of their party to observe the shed.

The old stone walls were sturdy, and the door had been weakened by rot. A simple push and it gave way to let them peer into the room. The only note of worry was the leak in the roof; if the horses were kept away from it they would be safe from the storm. The shed was just big enough for the two animals.

“It is safe,” the prince called back to the two as he led Darling inside. She seemed relieved to be out of the rain that had matted down her shining coat.

With Darling and Patton’s secured in the shed, the three departed out into the storm once more. The journey back to the main gate was just like their journey to the shed: slow and quiet.

None of them said a word as they followed the fence back to the pried open gate. The prince helping his companions through the opening before he got through himself. The stone’s snakes’ empty gazes seemed to pierce into their backs as they moved up the old gravel path towards the manor.

Lightning flashed right over the roof of the place as they neared the door and it seemed to mimic a Scooby-Doo cartoon. The resulting thunder just made the adventurers move faster to the covered front porch, so they would be safe from the falling water.

“It should not be possible for this much rain to come down in such a short amount of time,” Logan grumbled under his breath.

The logical side was completely drenched, and the edge of his robes were covered in mug and grass. He had given up his fruitless venture to clear his glasses of the water as his soaked clothes only smeared the water.

“Well, this isn’t exactly a normal world, Lo,” Patton pointed out.

Roman swiped his soaked hair out of his eyes and moved towards the front door. The last remaining, amber eye of the doorknocker glared down at the prince as he rested his ear on the wood. All he could hear on the other side was the distant sound of water dripping onto a stone floor.

No sign of life. Not even the scurrying feet of a rat. Just silence broken by the steady drip of water.

“I do not think anyone saw us coming,” Roman whispered, “But we should be quiet just in case. They could merely be hiding.”

Roman drew away from the door and faced his companions. Both Patton and Logan had uncertain expressions on their face. The prince stood up straighter to try and have one of them be more confident about this mission; his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

“Roman, what exactly are we going to face in here?” Patton asked.

“Honestly, Padre,” Roman looked back at the door and grabbed the handle, “I have no idea.”

With that he pulled the door open. It was surprisingly easy to do; no squeak of protest from the joints or the wood. The royal backed up and drew his sword in preparation for an attack, but none came.

All that stood in front of them was a dark entrance way that lacked the warmth it might have once had.

“Alright, follow me and stay close,” Roman instructed before he slowly moved into the building.

As his foot passed through the entrance way he felt a blast of cold air hit him. The outside rain only strengthened how dreary and freezing this place was. Where torches should have been lit, there were only stubs of wood. A broken chandelier was in the middle of the floor; the jewels that had hung on it gone.

Roman’s eyes did a quick sweep of the hall before he slowly let his defensive posture relax. He was still ready to attack but it was clear this area was clear of enemies.

“Whoa,” Patton stood next to the prince and looked around in awe. His eyes darting from the high ceilings to the grand staircase. “Is this what our castle looks like?”

“No. Yes. Maybe,” Roman waved off the question, “That is not what we need to focus on, Morality. One of these doors should lead us down.”

“Down?” Logan looked away from the medallion that was laid in the middle of the stone floor to send Roman a questioning glance.

“Yes, down.” The creative side rolled his eyes, “Everyone knows the villains hide in the creepy basements and stuff.”

“In your world, maybe,” Logan grumbled. His next statement was said with the intention of being heard by everyone, “But why would we want to charge towards the enemy? We are not prepared to face an unknown threat and going downstairs seems like we would be limited on escape routes.”

“Because that is where the prisoners will be. Come on, Logic, think.” Roman started to walk towards the nearest door, “You do it all the time, start to apply it to this situation.”

“This situation is not set in reality, thus I am still adjusting.”

Roman did not grace biting comment with an answer. His mind had already moved back onto the mission at hand. It was either that or let the memories of this manor resurface and that was a road Creativity wanted to avoid.

This would be a quick in and out mission if all went well.

“Now, if I remember correctly,” he mumbled to himself and stopped in front of a door. “This one should be the door to the-.”

“Hey kiddos! I found the door with steps that go down!”

Roman’s hand froze as it was just about to touch a handle and he spun around fast.

Patton stood next to an open door with a bright grin on his face. The side seemed very pleased with himself as he bounced on his heels; the golden glow of a distant light showed the stone steps that lead downward.

“What?” Roman turned back to his own door and opened it quickly. He barely had a chance to scope out the room before he was buried under a pile of boxes.

“Roman!”

“Creativity.”

The sound of hurried footfalls drew close to the downed prince as the royal felt his face flush brightly. The pain in his side came back full force as the wooden crates turned to harmless cardboard boxes on top of him.

“At least I still have that much control” he thought to himself in annoyance.

“Oh my gosh, Roman! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” he grumbled as he started to unbury himself. “I should have remembered that the doors change around in this place. Stupid trick makes this place a maze.”

“Have you been here before?” Logan inquired as he helped Roman to his feet.

“A long time ago,” The prince answered quickly. He focused his attention on brushing himself off.

“Are you sure you are okay? That was quiet the fall and after what happened yesterday,” Patton looked over Roman as if trying to find any sign of pain. “I don’t want you straining yourself.”

“Trust me, Pat, I am all good,” Roman tried his best to put a convincing, reassuring smile on his face. The last thing he needed was Patton to worry over his safety and wellbeing. “I just got turned around. We cannot let something like simple boxes holdup our rescue mission. Think of those poor people…and Anxiety too, I guess.”

Morality’s nose crinkled up to show he did not like the words that had been spoken but Roman could see he had won this battle. As much as Patton wished to make sure Roman was well, he also wanted to save Anxiety.

“Alright, but if you get hurt again I am going to make you rest.”

Roman nodded, “Deal. Come on, to your door.”

Roman pushed past the two sides and moved across the entrance way. He did not stop to make sure they were behind him as he descended the stairs. He ignored the pain in his side and put on a brave face. Now was not the time to fail.

The stone steps would have been hazardous to use had it not been for the torches that lit the way. Everyone that Roman passed lit up with a new flame; bright and shining. They cast shadows against the wall that seemed to dance to unheard music and only made the basement creepier.

The basement itself was more of a maze. Where the stairs ended had two branching stone paths that only gave away to more darkness.

“This place truly is a maze,” Logic stated. The logical side glanced down both paths to try and discern which would be correct. There was no clear clue.

“I told you,” Roman said, “and it only gets worse the farther in you go.”

“What kind of person lives in a place like this?” Patton asked.

“Well there are several options. I would say that from the name of this place it would be good to infer that the most likely suspect is-.”

“Quiet, nerd, we do not have time for your rambles,” Roman held up a hand to silence Logan. “Besides, I am pretty sure that was a rhetorical question.”

“You could have explained that to him in a nicer manner,” Patton mumbled before he put on a kind face once more, “Let us not fight, boys. If neither of you are going to choose a direction to walk in, I am going to go right.”

The moral side turned on his heel and proceeded to go left.

The two watched Patton walk for a second before Logan thought to speak up.

“Morality, that is the left path.”

Patton stopped and slowly turned back to the others. His eyes were on his hands for a second using the index finger and thumb trick to confirm what Logic had just stated. A bashful giggle left him as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “Oops. Well, guess I am left with no other option then to accept that you are right, Logan~.”

Logan groaned and started down the right path, “In second thought, maybe you should continue down that way.”

“Oh, come on, Logan,” Patton ran to catch up with the other, “You would hate if I was left behind.”

Roman shook his head and trailed behind the two. He could not suppress the smile that forced its way onto his face. Despite this basement maze being terribly cold and dreary, they seemed to create a light that no conjured torch could ever cast.

“Do stop with these puns,” Logan sighed, “We are on a serious mission and we could be heard if you continue to make them.”

“I am just trying to lighten the mood,” Patton countered with a grin, “Don’t be such a party pooper, Logan.”

“I am being no such thing. I am just concerned on being heard. I am sure Creativity agrees,” Logan looked back at the fanciful side for assistance.

Normally, Roman would have encouraged Patton to continue to annoy Logan but the logical side brought him back to the reality of the situation at hand. It was not the time to be making jokes in the winding paths of this basement.

“Sadly, I have to agree with the Tech Support here. We must be cautious,” Roman moved past the two, so he was once again at the head of their party, “As a wise Auror once said, ‘Constant Vigilance’.”

“I still think Logan is being Moody.”

“That, I will not confirm or deny, but instead counter a point that isn’t he always Sirius?” Roman said with a wink in Patton’s direction.

“Is this another joke I am not understanding?”

Roman and Patton gave each other a look and fell into muffled giggles; no answer was given to Logan on why.

Their mirth only lasted till the end of their current passage and then the cold set back into their bones. The end of the path brought them to a cross roads; three different directions that could lead them deeper into the basement.

Roman only glanced down the dark passages before he motioned for them to continue forward. With every step a torch lit next to him and broke the darkness that wanted to engulf them. Every branch in the path they faced was met with a pause and then them taking the first direction someone chose.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed in the dark basement maze. It could have been hours, days or even just minutes.

“I am not sure we are going to find anyone down here, Ro,” Patton’s voice broke the silence. He barely raised it above a whisper, but it still made the prince jump.

The tip of the sword stopped inches before Morality’s face as the prince turned around.

“I…I almost took your face off,” Roman lowered the sword slowly, “You…don’t do that. We are in a tense situation.”

“Sorry,” Patton took a step back, “But I am just saying that we seem to be walking in circles.”

“Nonsense. I know where we are.”

“We have traveled through this crossroads about nine times,” Logan stated.

“How could you possible know that?”

“I marked the corner of the brick with some ink I found in my bag. I wanted to be sure we would be able to get back to the stairwell,” Logan pointed over to a corner stone. The grey had a distinct blue-black line across it.

Roman pushed past the logical side and glared at the brick. “How do you know it is the same one?”

“I was giving each brick a different symbol until we began to move in a circle,” Logan crossed his arms, “I was going to tell you when we circled around the first time, but Patton insisted it would be better if you figured it out yourself. I guess even he got tired for the constant circling.”

Roman turned his head to look at the bashful father figure, who refused to look directly at him. “Now let’s not point fingers, boys. We just need to think of a better plan then walking around this face till we are dizzy.”

“I suggest we head back upstairs and look for a blue print. This place must have them stashed away somewhere,” Logan suggested.

“Impossible,” Roman shook his head, “This place is made to constantly change and confuse. We should be lucky your markers have no disappeared yet.”

Roman moved over to a path that had no symbol drawn on a corner stone. He let his eyes look as far as they could into the darkness before he spun around to face his companions.

“We have no other option then to wander these dreaded halls until we either run into the fiend that took the noble townspeople of the village or we find the imprisoned people themselves.”

“Roman.”

Roman put up his hand and continued on, “If you do not believe this is the path to victory then by all means you are welcome to go back up to the foyer and wait. I do not want either of you in harm’s way but-.”

“Roman.”

“Know this, I cannot ensure you will be protected on your own up there. We have lives to save and standing around here to question if exploring every possible tunnel in these ruins is not how we speed up with quest. So, are you with me or not?”

Roman looked at the two sides that were in front of him. His passionate speech should have given them moral or at least the drive to continue forward but, instead, they were looking behind him.

“What?”

A hand landed on Roman’s shoulder in answer to his question. The regal bravery that the royal had put on his face turned to a scream of pure terror as he spun around to face the foe that had snuck up behind him.

A shallow face, dark eye shadow, and a cloak of black. There was an insufferable smirk on his face as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Yeah, I guess we are with you on this,” Anxiety said coolly. “Sup Princey.”

Roman did not have a chance to process what he was seeing before a blur of grey and blue pushed past him.

“Anxiety!” Patton hugged the dark side tightly and pushed the younger’s head under his chin, “Oh I was so worried about you.”

Anxiety made a small sound of distress as he was moved quickly. Morality’s expression turned from joy to great concern as he looked over the other’s face. “Are you bruised? Hurt? Bleeding? Missing a limb?”

“Wha-, no? No, I’m fine. I’m fine, Pat, really,” Anxiety tried to push off the overly concerned man.

“Patton do not overwhelm him. This whole situation is probably distressing enough for him,” Logan said.

Roman’s sword was still raised in preparation for an attack. His eyes moving from the anxious trait to behind him. A group of people were standing in the shadows with wary looks upon their faces.

“How did you escape?” Roman looked back at Anxiety.

“Honestly, whatever took me is really bad at keeping someone locked up. I was not even caged,” Anxiety shook off Patton and stood up straight, “I found these people in another hallway. Seemed like they were camped out there.”

He motioned back to the villagers.

“Do you know who took you?” Logan asked.

Anxiety shook his head, “Nope.”

“It was a bird,” a small voice said.

“Janey, please, not this again,” a woman’s voice answered.

“It isn’t a lie. A big bird person comes an’ took us all,” A little girl pushed her way out of the crowd and moved to hold onto the back of Anxiety’s cloak. Her wide, brown eyes looked up at the other before they moved to Roman. “You believe me, don’t you?”

Roman frowned for a second and let the sword lower from its defensive position. “Well, it would add up to how your got out the second story window so easily.”

“She ain’t gonna like it if we leave. I thinks she needs us for somethin’.”

“Well whatever that something is doesn’t matter anymore, sweetie,” Patton had a gentle tone as he moved towards the girl. “We are going to get you all out of here.”

“But the bird-.”

Patton shook his head, “Who cares a big chicken? My buddy here can take them. He is a real prince after all.”

Janey looked up at Roman from where she hid behind Anxiety. “Really?”

Roman gave her a smile, “Really, princess. I will not let anything happen to you.”

The sweet moment was broken with Anxiety groaning in disgust at the display, “Yeah, great, can we get out of here now?”

“Kiddo…” Patton stood up and sent the youngest side a frown.

“What, I am just saying what we all are thinking? The sooner we are out of here the less likely this bird thing is going to find us again.”

“Anxiety is right. We should begin to follow my marks back to the stairwell,” Logan said, “Come. Follow me.”

“No, follow me,” Roman pushed ahead of the logical side just as the group moved into the center of the cross roads, “I will get us out of here without anything attacking us.”

“Hopefully it just attacks you,” Anxiety grumbled as he trailed behind the group.

Roman heard the words said by the darker trait but decided it best to ignore them for now. He had people to protect and dark tunnels to travel back through.

“You do not even know where the markers are,” Logan stated blandly.

“I am sure they will be easy to spot. We do not have time to argue over this, my logical friend.”

“And why is that?”

Roman stopped just as they got to the middle of the hall that should lead back to the stairwell.

“Because something else is coming.”

As these words left his mouth a screech echoed down the hallway. Roman barely had a chance to brace himself before something knocked him off his feet and onto the cold floor. Around him the people screamed and ducked down to avoid the wrath of this creature.

Sharp talons were inches from his face as they moved towards their real target.

“No, no, no, nonoNO!”

“Anxiety!” Patton’s voice echoed over the distressed voice of the younger side.

Roman pushed himself up to his feet with a grimace of pain.

“Logic get all these people outside!”

“But-.”

Roman turned and glared at the logical side, “Do it!”

He did not let Logic answer. His eyes were locked onto the beast that had knocked down the anxious trait.

The creature was large. It should not have fit into the tight passage under the ground. Its wings were a shade of black that almost seemed impossible. With a flip of a wing, it sent Morality back when the side tried to get to Anxiety.

Its head turned and Roman could not help but gasp in disgust. This creature seemed to humanlike yet monstrous.

“A harpy,” Roman was in awe and had to stop himself from fleeing with the others.

He squared his shoulders back and raised his sword. “Morality get out of here.”

“I am not leaving my son!”

“This is a rogue beast from mythology,” Roman moved towards the creature, “You are of no use here. Leave.”

Patton sent Roman a glare but started to move down the passage that Logan and the others had disappeared into.

“Beast, you are intruding on the grounds of a duke and have kidnapped the good people of this town. Surrender your captive and I will let you live.”

The harpy made a sound that seemed to be a mix of a laugh and a shriek.

“You do not know what you say, little prince,” it stated in a raspy voice, “You cannot defeat one blessed by the gods.”

Anxiety made a sound of pain as the creature moved to face Roman. One of its claws had dug into his side. It was hard to tell if it had just pieced the tunic or if it had broken flesh.

“Your gods have no power here,” Roman adjusted his grip on his sword, “These people have done nothing to be tortured and taken from their lives. I will give you one last chance; release Anxiety and you will be spared.”

The harpy gave her terrifying laugh again, “Oh little prince, you see the world in such black and white, that you cannot see the truth that is right under your nose. The monster is not always the thing you must be wary of.”

“Very well, you have chosen your fate.”

Roman charged towards the harpy with a battle cry. The steel of his sword just missing its feathered body. His aim was for it to release Anxiety, but the creature seemed steadfast on keeping the man in its grasp.

“Is that the best you can do, little prince?”

“I am just getting started,” Roman cracked his neck and swung again. The blade only caught the end of a feather.

Still the creature would not release its hold.

Anxiety winced as the beast shrieked and moved to smack the prince out of the way. Its giant wing knocked Creativity into the nearest wall. His grip on his sword weakened and he barely had time to raise it before the harpy came in for another attack.

The talons clashed against the blade. Roman used all his strength to keep them away from their mark. The harpy hissed and drew its foot back when the sharp end almost hit the delicate inside.

“You are blind, little prince, you do not see what I do.”

Roman blocked another swing and pushed off the wall.

“I see that you are attacking someone that is unarmed. I may not like him, but he is still a part of Thomas. I will not let you hurt and innocent.”

He ducked under the massive wing that tried to knock him back.

“It is my job to protect all,” Roman turned around and prepared a strike, “Now, release him.”

His blade hit the floor as the harpy moved back. Its foot was no longer wrapped around the from of Anxiety.

Before Roman’s very eyes it seemed to morph into a more female shape. The wings stayed but the face lost its feathers and beak. Her dark eyes looked him over with an expression that he could not identify.

“Very well, little prince,” she said calmly, “If you believe this is the right call I shall leave. This town obviously has no need for my work.”

Her talons clicked against the stones as she began to move back into the darkness.

“But know this, young one, you do not know everything that happens in this land. If you do not proceed with caution you might lose something you did not know was lost.”

With that she disappeared, and the sound of her feet could be heard no more.

Roman stood still with his sword raised in case the harpy decided to come back for another attack. His heart beat loudly in his ears and mixed with the worlds that the creature had left him with.

“What does that even mean?” He spoke the words allowed and expected no answer. Why can’t you mythical creatures speak plainly?”

At his feet, Anxiety groaned, and the prince left the question hang in the air. His footsteps were quick as he moved to the fallen form of his companion.

“There, there, fair one. The monster is no more,” Roman slid his sword back into the sheath before he glanced over the prone form of his friend to try and spot some injuries. “Are you hurt?”

“I feel like I was hit by a truck,” came the grumbled reply, “What was that?”

Roman moved to check Anxiety’s side to make sure the talon had not pierced into the anxious man’s torso. To his relief, it had only gone through the shirt.

“It was a harpy. A terrible creature that likes to take people. No one knows what happens after they taken the people, but we can only guess that they eat them,” Roman helped Anxiety sit up with a hand rested on the other’s back. “Can you stand?”

“Good, because I think we would both hate it if I had to carry you.”

Roman pushed himself to his feet completely. He held out a hand for Anxiety to take but the other refused. The prince bit back a comment of the other being ungrateful as he moved toward the path the others had disappeared down.

“This way,” he said, “Can’t have you running off again.”

“I was kidnapped.”

“Your fault for being by the window.”

Roman smirked at the angry noise that came from behind him. That was the last confirmation he needed to know that the other was fine.

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DUMPLING

Chapter Seven

(Fair warning. Lots of frivolous cursing. They can’t help it, it’s just how they are.)

Her dreams were strange.

She was smaller than she remembered being, held tightly to her mother’s chest, and traveling in a group through a dark forest. It was cold and she could see her breath leave her mouth in a thick mist.

“Don’t move,” said her father, pressing a hand to her mother’s shoulder. He ran a calloused hand down Nenani’s head when she began to babble at him in confusion. Her mother pulled the blanket over her little face. Around them, the forest was silent and strange. No crickets chirped. Even the wind was still. The others of their group were silent, hunching into their cloaks, and looking around the dark trees.

The air smelt wrong.

“What is it?” someone asked. “Are there giants?”

“Shhh,” her father hissed. His hand gripped the hilt of the sword at his belt, the emblem of thorns adorning the guard, before the world exploded in a horrendous crash of sound and trees. The blade drew from the sheath with a flash.

“RUN!” Her father bellowed. Voices as loud as thunder roared above them. The people screamed as they bolted.

They were running. Her mother’s breath was heavy in her ears, desperate and terrified whimpers escaping her as she ran, her arms clutching the child to her breast. Suddenly, she paused and changed direction. Something behind her crashed.

“No use in runnin’, love,” boomed a voice from above. “I can smell the fear on ya.”

She ran further through the brush and leaped down an embankment, running along a narrow stream, the overgrowth hiding her from anything above. The loud stomping of the monster's walk passed by, paused, and continued on. Above them, he cursed.

“Stupid girl...”

Nenani could hear her mother’s breath become ragged, could feel the fluttering pulse of her heartbeat under her little hands. Abruptly, her mother fell hard to her knees at the foot of a large tree. She shoved her young daughter into its roots, pulling the blanket around her to shield her from the moons rays and from hunting eyes.

“Keep very still,” her mother told her, cupping her chubby little face. “And be very quiet.”

“Mummy,” she cried, little hands reaching out for her mother. The woman’s vibrant scarlet hair framed her face as a light breeze passed. She smiled through the tears dripping down her face.

“I love you, my sweet,” she said. “Be brave for me.”

The woman kissed her cheek even as the little girl babbled something unintelligible in the manner of a babe. Her mother just smiled once more, but it looked so sad. And then she was gone.

No, please don’t go...

The tiny child sat in the dirt, wrapped in the wool blanket and waited. She could hear the sounds of the forest and the crashing and screams that faded as they moved further and further away. And still she waited. And waited. The chill began to creep in, and the little child wobbled to unsteady legs and ambled out into the night.

“M-mummy?” She called, her thumb pressed to her lips. “Mummy? Dah-duh?”

When no one answered, she started to cry as she tottered about, dragging the wool blanket behind. Something behind her snapped loudly and the girl looked back at the noise and found herself staring at a pair of very large boots, scuffed with mud and forest debris. She tilted her head up and up and up and found piercing green eyes staring at down her. A large gloved hand descended from above and the little girl gave a startled cry and tried to run.

“Oi, now, lil’un,” rumbled the giant. “Where might ya think yer waddlin’ of ta? Not gonna get very far on them little legs.”

The young child only manages a few wobbly steps before tripping and falling face first into the dirt. She lay there, crying more from the shock of the fall than any pain. Large fingers encased her little body, plucking her tiny form effortlessly from the ground and cupped her into a warm palm that brought her up higher and higher. The same large fingers curled around around her slightly. A giant face loomed ahead, lips parting in a grin, and flashing his terrible teeth. Green eyes as sharp as knives cut into her as she stared back, her bottom lip quivering as she whimpered in fear.

The giant chuckled, a deep throaty sound, and said, “Hello there, my little sweetling...”

…………………………

Nenani opened her eyes slowly as words, sensations, and smells from long ago echoed in her head. Her mind buzzed with the strange dream, but the more she tried to recall it with more clarity, the more it seemed to slip away from her like so many grains of sand through her fingers. Until at last, she could not remember it at all. All she was left with was a feeling of longing for her mother and the memory of those sharp green eyes...

It was then that she noticed with belated realization that her bed was breathing. She shifted a bit, pushing herself onto her arm and looked up to see Yale’s large sleeping face, tilted to one side. His mouth was open and he was drooling a little. She was curled up on his chest, a deep green wool blanket pulled over her and him alike. She didn’t remember falling asleep, let alone falling asleep on Yale. It was a bit of a startling thing to find oneself asleep on top of a giant first thing in the morning.

Was this something she was going to have to grow accustom to?

She remembered eating quietly while everyone else spent their evening indulging in the dark brew of the house ale and discussing various things. The most popular being how grateful they all were now that the Wedding feast was over and their work load would return to normal. Several of the kitchen staff had to be forced to bed after they had seemingly indulged a bit too enthusiastically in their beer. Farris barked at the drunk giants to ‘fuck off’ before he put them all on pit duty. Whatever pit duty was. Regardless, the threat was real enough to penetrate the haze of alcohol because they all begrudgingly toddled off to wherever it was the staff slept. And not too long after, it was only Farris, Bart, Yale, and Nenani left at the table.

Yale spent most of the evening fussing over Nenani and trying to make her laugh by poking her sides and telling awful jokes and generally trying to get her to not be so scared of him. He was marginally successful. It was hard to be afraid of someone who kept making weird and funny faces like that.

Until Bart barked at him to knock it off, the loud noise of his voice startling her.

“Stop coddlin’ ‘er ya git,” the large man said.

Yale just grinned in response and leaned forward onto the table, wrapping his long arms to encase Nenani in a loose embrace and startling her a bit as well. “I’m not coddlin’ ‘er. I’m just happy she made it through the Reap. And the King. And Lolly for that matter.”

“Ya act like yuv never seen a human pup before,” laughed Farris.

“It’s been a while,” Yale replied, pulling Nenani closer, ignoring her protests, and nuzzling her with his nose. His hair tickled her face, making her giggle. She pushed back against his cheek, but Yale wouldn’t let go. “Ya forget how cute they are when they’re young.”

Bart just rolled his eyes and took a long drink from his mug.

“Ya were around when the King found the brat,” Farris pointed out. “He was a scrawney little bugger too.”

“Yeah, but he was such a crybaby,” Yale replied. “He would burst into tears if you looked at ‘im wrong.”

“HA!” Bart laughed. “Aye, he was a blubbery wee thing...before he found his mouth, that is. And that one there’s been soppy eyed since ya caught her. Shakin’ like a three wheeled wagon.”

Farris and Yale chuckled at that.

“I thought you were gonna eat me,” Nenani murmured quietly in her defense, shifting a little where she sat.

Yale shook his head slightly. “Nah. Like I said. Ain’t much to ya. Not worth the hassle.”

Seeing the worried look on the little girl’s face, Yale laughed and pulled her a little closer to him, rubbing her arm with his fingers. “Oi now, don’t go on with that long face. I’m only pullin’ yer leg, Dumplin’. No one down here’s gonna be gobblin’ ya up.”

“So long as ya behave, that is,” Bart added, running his hand over his beard. Farris was shaking his head, but smiling.

“Never stopped the brat,” Yale replied with a grin.

“Only ‘cause ya could never catch the little rat.”

“I won’t be blaming ‘im fer being scared of our ugly mugs. Had every right to be scared and more,” Farris replied. “Surprised he ever warmed up ta anyone really. That first year was pretty rough fer most a’ us. That one certainly.”

“Who?” asked Nenani, leaning back into Yale’s shoulder, his large head resting on his crossed arms. If he insisted on cuddling on her, she might as well be comfortable. She had finished her stew and was now contently munching on a chunk of bread Yale had broken off from the larger loaves in the middle of the table.

“Jae,” replied Yale, tilting his head to fix the little girl with a single eye. “He’s another human. The King found him when he was a kid and just kind of kept him.”

Nenani could not say she was hearing much many good things about this Jae person.

“Aye,” said Farris, staring into his mug. “Off in the moors on a hunt. Few days after the Blood King died, if I recall.”

Bart sneered and turned his head to spit on the floor. “Greatest day of m’life when those boys shoved that bastard full of steel.”

Both Farris and Yale made noises of agreement.

Nenani looked at Bart confused. Rheil had said the Blood King died. Not that he was killed. It felt strange to know that a figure so empirical to the stories she had been told all her life was dead and had been so for most of her life. Had her mother known? Had father or her Uncle? Did it matter? A dead boogeyman was not as terrifying as a live one, she supposed.

Luckily, the others did not seem to want to speak of the dead monarch either and the topic turned to other things. It was sometime after that that she must have fallen asleep. She remembered gentle hands gathering her up and feeling warm and oddly safe. A feeling she had not experienced in many months.

As these thoughts and memories filtered through her mind, a loud voice broke through the morning quiet and startled Nenani badly.

“WAKE UP YOU LAZY FUCKERS!” Farris strode into the room, shoving aside the curtain that separated the barracks from the main kitchen, and slapped his palm along the wall. And a few of the sleeping workers’ heads as they lay in their bunks. Around her, the sleeping kitchen staff all groaned and stretched from their beds. Beneath her, Yale started awake and sat up without warning. Nenani tumbled down into the tangle of blankets and onto Yale’s lap with a startled squeak.

He looked down, his sleep laden eyes suddenly clear and sheepish. “Ah, sorry ‘bout that. Forgot ya were there, Dumplin’.”

“Verhn will be brewing today so we’ll be using the yard fer prep,” barked Farris, standing in the center of the room. There were several wooden bunks all stack along the walls, three bunks tall. Yale’s was the bottom bunk on the left side of the room. Farris was holding a list in one hand as he began barking out orders. “Saen, you’re off pit duty. Five crates of potatoes are waiting on ya. Get ta peelin’...”

Someone cheered.

“...and Avery, yer on pit duty. Call my Mum anything other than a blessed saint again and you’ll be the one on the spit and not the one spinning it.”

Someone else groaned. “...fuuuuuck you too.”

“Shuddup and get to it, ya arse. Quinn, Kol, your list is waitin’ fer ya on your stations,” said the Spice Master. “The Queen’s added a few...things. I hope you fellas are up for a challenge.”

“Always, boss,” quipped a sleepy giant as he leaped down from the top bunk.

“Half them pastries I haven’t ever even heard of,” Farris added. “And she’ll be expectin’ the dinner rolls tonight and the pastries tomorrow.”

“Sounds like fun!” came the sarcastic reply. “I love learning new shit with a hangover.”

“That’s yer own fault. Herit, Gjerk, yer with Bart today,” said Farris. He looked up from his list towards the bunk to his right and the two smallest of the kitchen workers. He grinned maliciously. “Got a fresh delivery of Lippers this morning.”

Both of the workers seemed to deflate. “Ahhhhhh, Seven Hells.”

“And that means you two’ll be sleepin’ in the yard tonight!” quipped a worker as he passed.

“Fuck that,” snapped one of them. “I’m gonna be covered in fucking Lipper stink and you’re all gonna suffer too!”

“Y’come in here stinkin’, Herit, and I’ll toss ya in Gurney’s manure pile! Hog tied and head first.”

As everyone around her bickered, Nenani was valiantly trying to untangle herself from the thick wool blanket that seemed to entrap her the more she fought. And she was not making much headway. Yale seemed content to just watch her struggle in lazy amusement.

Nenani sighed in defeat, looking up into the giant’s face. “Help?”

“Since ya asked so nice like,” he said smiling and pulled one side of the blanket. Nenani rolled, landing on the bare mattress with a ‘oof’.

“Yale,” Farris said. “I need ya to go through all that new shit the Queen’s folk brought with her. I don’t recognize half of it, but I’m sure Quinn and Kol will be needed a good bit of whatever the fuck that shit is. Ya got Dumplin’ duty too. Keep ‘er out of trouble and out of the way. Maybe see if ya can’t teach ‘er somethin’ useful.”

“Aye,” said Yale, throwing his long legs over the side of the bunk. “But I’ve got half a mind to start shovin’ cloves up my nose now if they’re gonna be saltin’ Lippers out there.”

“And I’ve got half a mind to break that nose a’yours,” growled Farris before turning to stride out of the room. “NOW GET TO IT YA BASTARDS!”

Yale seemed to be taking his sweet time getting up, stretching and yawning. The rest of the staff were all up and filtering out of the room. Several shooting jealous glances his way. Yale just smiled and waved at them. Nenani laid down on the mattress next to him, feeling like she could easily go back to sleep. How early was it? Who in their right mind would be awake at this hour? It was still dark outside!

Yale turned his head down at her. “I’m not kidding about th’ cloves, neither, Dumplin’. Lippers are foul buggers.”

“What are they?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and yawning. “Fish?”

“Nah. Fresh water eels with big ol’ lips. They got this thick skin that excretes this nasty stuff that smells like death took a shit then lit it on fire.”

“...yuck,” she replied. “Then why bother?”

“Once they’re skinned and salted, they’re really nice. Fried in butter over some mash. And the skin’s pretty damn dough tough, makes fer some great leather work,” he replied. “Pretty versatile lil’ fuckers. It’s just a shit to get ‘em to where they’re worth eatin’. Not that anyone upstairs cares how they get it, just that they do. S’the only job worse than pit duty. S’why we shove it off on the tenderfoots. And Bart will pretty much do anything so long as he gets to chop something’s head off.”

With a grunt of effort, Yale got to his feet and stretched, and walked forward a few steps and back around to face the little human girl still laying sleepily on his bed. He crouched down next to the bed as Nenani pushed herself up.

“So what about you, Nenani?” he asked, voice quiet. His use of her actual name surprised her.

“Hm?” She sat up, crossing her legs and regarding the giant curiously.

“I didn’t scare you too badly did I?” He asked, reaching towards her. He pinched her face between a thumb and forefinger playfully, a small smile on his lips as his thumb lightly rubbed her cheek. “Y’know I was just playin’ with ya right? The whole, eatin’ ya thing? Ya seemed pretty rattled.”

“Yeah,” she admitted meekly. “It was scary. And I’m still a little nervous...about being here. Everything’s really big and...”

“Probably heard a lot of stories about this place, huh?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Well, can’t say they weren’t true at some point,” he told her. “Things were pretty bad during the war. Lots of folks did some terrible stuff, just tryin’ to see another day.”

“I don’t wanna be eaten...” she admitted weakly, shrinking into herself a bit.

“Ya won’t be,” Yale assured her gently and shifted so he was kneeling at eye level with the girl. The fingers at her face moving up to stroke her head affectionately. “Ya never have to worry about any of us hurting ya. And that’s a promise. We ain’t like them border guards. Right bastards, the lot of ‘em. S’why the get the worst postin’s. But don’t worry though. That little trinket around yer neck? It don’t just say that you belong to Farris or that you have the King’s permission ta be here. It means yer one o’ us. And even in the pits a’Hell, we take care of our own. Understand me, Dumplin’?”

He winked at her bewildered expression.

Something in his words struck a spark somewhere deep in Nenani’s mind. She recalled the days after her Uncle died. Her fellow villagers never offered a helping hand when he never came back. Not even a kind word of condolence. They spat at her, called her cursed. The Beastmen were cruel to her whenever she was on the docks asking for work or food. They would try to kick her when she passed. A few tried to grab her, threatened to sell her to slavers. For months she had to sneak and steal and scavenge and in the process she had received her fare share of slaps or beatings. She was no good at living on the streets and had lost a good bit of weight. She’d grown use to being filthy and sleeping in dirt. No one wanted a gutter rat around. Even the other wretches seem to disdain her. She was a small, needy little girl. A burden. It was as though they were waiting for her to just die already. It had been so hard and lonely...

There was a tightness blossoming in her chest at the recollection. It caught her off guard enough that she was only barely aware of the tears pooling in her eyes.

She was being welcomed openly by people who she had grown up believing to be man eating monsters. It was almost a cruel joke and not one that she felt like laughing at. But at the same time, she felt a profound sense of gratitude and relief in that moment. A weight she had carried for months. The fingers at her head were then at her back, stroking down her spine. Yale’s expression was oddly knowing.

“Rheil told us about how you ended up here,” he said. “Pretty rough goin’ there, lil’un.”

“IT’S GONNA GET A LOT ROUGHER IF YOU DON’T MOVE YOUR ARSE, YALE!”

“Ah, well. Let’s get to it then,” Yale said, scooping her up. A finger gently tapped her nose, earning him a watery smile from the girl as she scrubbed her eyes. “You’ll be alright, Dumplin’.”

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