#excited to tell them about the “visit” the clones are paying them

[kamiko1234]

Noticing that some of the youngest Jedi younglings were afraid of the clones (bc fully grown men in armor who mostly wear helmets do seem scary to toddlers), the creche masters decide to get them some clone dolls & toys to take away that fear. That meant that a whole generation of the youngest Jedi grew up playing with self-sown dolls of different clones from different battalions. And slowly the clones stopped being these big faceless men that are sorta around out there outside, but instead are the heroes of their playings and their friends. A whole generation of Jedi children begging the older Jedi knights and masters to tell them about their clone battalion. A whole generation of children fighting over the clone dolls with the painting in their favorite colour. A whole generation of Jedi younglings growing up hearing about how great and heroic the clones are, just like the clone cadets across the galaxy who are growing up hearing how great and heroic the Jedi are.

[tomtenadia]

Detours to you - ch 4

Hello! So here we are with ch 4. Rowan gets to meet with Maya and things get interesting....

Rowan had been counting down the days to the weekend. He had a very busy week learning the ropes of his new job, firehouse visits and slow death by paperwork. But now it was finally Saturday and he was sitting on a bench at the North Grove Park. He had taken public transport to get there, deciding that it was the perfect day for a walk. His house was so far away that he had to walk twenty minutes to the nearest bus stop, then a ten minutes ride and then another ten minutes in the subway. But he did not care. He was going to spend the day with Maya and Aelin and his excitement had been bubbling up all week, but at the same time there was an edge of nervousness. What if she did not like him? He knew how to be with kids since he had spent a lot of time with Sellene’s children, his nieces and nephews. But that was different, Maya was his daughter and he desperately wanted her to like him. He was a firefighter but meeting his daughter was the scariest thing he was going to do.

With Aelin, they had agreed on a location and Rowan was waiting patiently. The park was stunning, now all white from the heavy snow. Not far there was an ice rink and he wandered about ice skating with both.

“Rowan!” A familiar voice called his name and in the distance he spotted Aelin with Maya on hand. A smile spread on his face as they got closer. Maya was wearing an elf hat with arms and legs, whereas Aelin’s had the big face of a cartoon panda on hers. His heart raced madly. How was it possible that he was already in love with the little girl?

Aelin got closer and he waved at both. Maya craned her neck to look up at him “mama, he is tall,” he heard her whisper so he crouched down  “Hi, I am Rowan and  I am a friend of your mum.”

Maya extended her hand to him “I am Maya,” she then extended the same hand to touch his hair while at the same time she removed her hat with the other “I have silver hair too.”

Rowan brushed his hair with a hand “Yours is prettier,” he looked up at Aelin “You have fairy hair.” 

The girl’s face broke in a wide grin “Mama I am a fairy.”

Rowan stood “It’s cold out here, shall we go for food?”

“I am hungry.” Rowan laughed, she might be his clone physically but he was positive she was all Aelin.

She agreed and mother and daughter began walking and he followed. He wanted to hold Maya’s hand badly but reined in his instincts. Baby steps. He had promised. At the cafe he took their orders and asked them to find a seat. Aelin tried to complain that she could pay for lunch but Rowan refused. To be honest he needed a minute away to sort his feelings. Although Aelin had offered a truce, he was still mad at her. He’d be civil but for now all he cared about was getting to know Maya. 

Fifteen minutes later he walked back to the table with a tray full of food. He sat down opposite them and for a moment the silence stretched. Then he grabbed his messenger bag and pulled out a present “Your mum tells me that you love astronomy.”

Maya’s face lit up, her pine green eyes shone with joy “Yes, I am learning the stars.”

Rowan passed her the gift “open this.”

She did and squealed in delight at the book.

“Beginner astronomy for children.” He read to her.

“I love it.”

“What do we say, Maya?”

“Thank you.”

“You can use it with grampa.” Added Aelin brushing her daughter’s head.

Jealousy cursed through Rowan. He had a backyard in a part of town far away from pollution and a telescope “Or I can teach you,” he heard himself say and Aelin glared at him in warning.

“I have a telescope.”

Maya turned to her mother “Can I? Please?”

He had already gone too far and he could see that Aelin was ready to strangle him.

“We’ll see, Maya. Rowan is really busy.”

“Okay,” she added dejected and the rejection stung Rowan too.

Fine. Add it to the list of things he would have to discuss with Aelin in private. He bit down his anger and went back to Maya “What is your favourite constellation?

She looked up at him while taking a bite of her food “I like the trio of Mala. She is my favourite.”

Rowan smiled. That was a very bright constellation near the Lord of the North “I like the winged warrior,” added Rowan, then grabbed her book and found the page for the constellations and showed it to Maya “this one.”

“It’s so pretty.”

“You can only see it with a telescope and only during a certain time of the year,” he explained “Do you know why?”

Maya shook her head.

Rowan opened the book at the centre where there was a pop up map of the firmament over Erilea “This one,” he pointed to a very specific group of stars “Is the golden queen. Legends have it that the Winged warrior chases her over the sky and they appear close only during the summer solstice.”

“The warrior loves the queen?”

“Very much,” he added “But the Raven queen,” he pointed to another cluster “has separated them so now he has to follow her and see her only once a year.”

Aelin stared in silence. He had told her that story a long time ago when they had gone camping and one warm evening they had slept outside the tent staring at the stars. They had made love under the sky. Her heart clenched at the memory.

“Mama do you have a book about the star stories?”

“I will look tomorrow.”

Rowan was about to say that he had one at home but stopped. He had already crossed one boundary. He had to stay on Aelin’s good books. 

They chatted all the way through lunch and Aelin let father and daughter talk without too many interruptions. Maya was already mesmerised by him.

Once lunch was finished Maya started asking to go to the ice rink and when she grabbed Rowan’s hand and started pulling him, he froze. Until that moment he had kept his distance but the feeling of her small hand in his, had the power to crush him.

“Can you skate, Rowan?”

Aelin giggled “He used to play hockey.”

Maya looked up at him dreamingly “I want to play hockey too.”

Rowan looked at Aelin “Do you want to show me how good you are?”

“Mama can we skate?”

“I’ll be at the side. You two are the brave ones.”

At the rink Rowan asked permission and Aelin nodded. He grabbed his daughter’s hand and they walked to the booth to pay and hire the skates.

They sat down and Rowan wore his with experienced efficiency but Maya struggled so he turned to her “This way.” He tied her laces.

“Mama is teaching me to tie my shoes.”

Once ready, he placed the shoes in the box where the skates used to be and grabbed Maya’s hand again.

Aelin leaned against the barrier and watched them. She loved hockey but was not a good skater. She would go if Maya asked but spent most of the time grabbing the side barriers for dear life. She stared and Rowan holding Maya’s hand and the two gliding inside smoothly. She knew that Rowan had played in high school and while he was in Terrasen had joined the TFD team. She used to go and watch him play. The biggest match of the year was the showdown between PD and the fire department the day after the solstice. They had a friendly rivalry and wondered if it was still the case.

“Mama, look.” Her daughter’s voice woke her up from her thoughts. Rowan had moved to a quieter spot and was showing Maya how to move her feet properly. Within a few minutes her daughter was skating back and forth on her own along an imaginary line. Rowan hovered by her in protection. The following few minutes happened in front of her eyes in slow motion. Maya escaped Rowan’s protective shield, screaming happily that she was playing hockey. Until another kid lost control and slammed into her pretty hard.

Aelin gasped and froze, running toward the side of the rink where they were.

Rowan reacted with the instinct of a first responder. A second later he was at Maya’s side while glaring at the boy who had crashed into Maya.

“Maya?”

“It hurts.”

She was holding her arm. Rowan assessed her and deduced that it was likely broken. At that age bones were still forming and bent more easily.

“I know. Stay still for me, please.”

An assistant from the ice rink came to him asking if he needed help but Rowan told that he was a firefighter and a trained paramedic. He only asked for the cloth sling that usually was in a first aid box and a few minutes later the assistant came back with it.

“Maya, I am going to place this around your arm so it does not move, okay?”

The girl nodded quietly.

Once he was done he lifted Maya in his arms and skated back to the entrance. Aelin was there a second later with terror in her face “Remove her skates while I change mine.”

Aelin was shaking and barely registered his words.

“Do you have a car? I took public transport here.”

Aelin nodded.

“Good. You drive to the hospital.”

She stared at Rowan in silence. While she was falling apart with terror he was calm and focused and in that instant she thanked Mala for his career as first responder. She had been taken over by panic.

Back in the car Rowan sat with Maya in his arms. A hand gently cradling her injured limb to keep it as steady as possible “I know, it hurts. I am sorry.” He cooed at a fussy Maya.

At the hospital they parked quickly and Rowan sprang outside with Aelin in tow. He waltzed into the A&E with confidence and went to the admission desk “Maya Galathynius, 5 years old, ice injury, possible greenstick fracture. No LOC.”

The nurse looked at him with a puzzled expression. They were used to panicked parents screaming to help their children but Rowan had rattled the information like a pro.

“I will call a doctor right away.”

Aelin stood at his side and tried to calm a weepy Maya.

The doctor arrived pretty quickly and took the girl away and Rowan pulled Aelin to the waiting room. She slumped on the chair and cried. Rowan slung an arm around her back and pulled closer “She will be fine,” he whispered “Very likely a greenstick fracture.”

Aelin looked up at him “what is that?”

“Kids’ bones are still very flexible because they are still growing so, instead of actually breaking they just bend in what it’s called a greenstick fracture,” he explained “Imagine bending a very green stem. It does not snap, it just bend and the layers fray.”

“How can you be so calm?”

He sighed and sat back in his chair “It’s only externally. When I heard her scream I froze for a second but then training kicked in and I managed to push the panic aside.”

“You were good with her in the car.”

Rowan chuckled “Do I get a brownie point?”

Aelin looked at him in a curious expression.

“I assume you are keeping a tally. From the glare you gave at lunch I know I lost a few points when I mentioned I had a telescope.”

She was silent. That comment had taken her by surprise “I am not keeping scores.”

“Well then set some damn rules. Tell me what I can and can’t do.” He snarled trying to keep his voice low.

“I just want you to check with me before you suggest things. She is my daughter.” She answered placing emphasis on the possessive pronoun.

“Our daughter.”

“That remains to be seen.”

Rowan was about to reply but a doctor walked to them “Mr and Mrs Galathynius, your daughter is fine.”

“We are not married,” Aelin corrected him quickly and she felt Rowan stiffen at her side.

“Maya is fine. It’s a greenstick fracture. Very common in children. We have immobilised the arm with a cast.” The doctor kept explaining the next few steps and then a nurse joined them carrying Maya in a wheelchair.

Aelin relaxed when she saw her daughter smiling “mama, look, I have a green cast.” She hugged her daughter fiercely “I am sorry, baby.”

“Mama I am okay. The doctor says I have a super arm now.” She proudly waved her injured limb and Aelin let out a wet chuckle.

Rowan mussed her hair “I am glad you are okay.”

“Can I take her home?”

The doctor nodded and Aelin pulled Maya to her then turned to Rowan “I can drive you to the next subway station.”

“No, I can walk.” He added coldly then turned to Maya and crouched down “Study the book I gave you so next time I see you I can quiz you.”

Maya grinned “Yes.” 

He then stood and walked away ignoring Aelin completely.

On his walk home he called Vaughan but had no answer so he texted his friend I need your help.

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[blood-darkened-moon]

Alexander Ashford and His Children - Headcanons

Early Years

The twins are not Alexander’s biological children. They are hydrides between Edward and Veronica. Initially, he wanted to use his DNA instead of Edward’s, but Alexander was unsure if there were genetic factors for interests like virology. Using Edward’s DNA appeared to be the safer option.

The twins were the third attempt to create a Veronica clone. The first did not result in a pregnancy, the second ended in a miscarriage after about two months.

At first, Alexander was excited to have two children. It was a lucky coincidence that he must have switched storage vessels, placed two clones in one vessel, and that both turned out healthy. This changed after he did the DNA tests and realized that Alfred must have been one of the prototype clones that shouldn’t have been used for this stage. Then disappointment set in. Giving Alfred away for adoption would have been too suspicious, so he had to keep him. He still hoped for a while that they would have a good relationship later on like he and his father did.

Alexander married the surrogate mother in early 1970 and divorced her in late 1972. Alexander wanted his children to be legitimate. It was also less suspicious to pay her for her service with the marriage contract. Otherwise, he would have resorted to money laundry to hide the payment. The woman got 2.5 million pounds after the divorce (1 million per birth + 0.5 million for every year of marriage). She was not allowed to speak about the events or to see “her” children again afterward. Alexander told her if she would act against their agreement, she would never be seen again.

The surrogate mother left when the twins were 1.5 years old. They shouldn’t become too attached to their “mother”. However, Alexander wanted her to stay and take care of them as long as the critical stage wasn’t over. Alternatively, he would have needed a wet nurse, and he wanted to avoid involving more people in his experiments. Furthermore, while both children were healthy, it was still possible that Alexia died from sudden infant death, in which case Alexander would have to repeat the experiment. (The same applied to Alfred, but if he had died, Alexander would have accepted it as it is what it is.)

Alexander only told the surrogate mother that she should bear a child for him. She didn’t know about the human experiments and assumed Alexander’s girlfriend died and that the children were from her and Alexander.

Alexander only talked to the surrogate mother when he wanted to know how she or the twins were doing or to give her instructions. She was only interested in his money but still had hoped to get along better with him. Living in isolation for so long was already hard, having almost no one to talk to made it worse.

Due to the loneliness, she became more attached to the twins than she wanted. Later, she collected all the newspaper articles about Alexia, cried for days when she heard about her “death”, and even visited Alfred during his graduation. He did not recognize her anymore, and she didn’t know what to say, so she pretended to be an old friend of Alexander, congratulated him, and left again.

The twins knew that the woman who gave birth to them wasn’t their biological mother. Alexander told them when they began to ask why they couldn’t see her again. He said that he would explain everything one day, but he never intended to tell them the truth.

Alexander’s relationship with his relatives took a turn for the worse after Edward’s death and the dispute over his heritage. The main reason was Alexander’s secrecy because of the Veronica project. Everything about his marriage and the children was strange. He married without saying anything and only told his relatives about his children when they were about six months old. His relatives asked too many questions, so he ghosted them if possible. Living at the end of the world helped a lot. Even his foster mother, who had tried to improve the situation before, gave up at one point.

He claimed that he had accidentally impregnated the woman during a one-night stand and married her because he felt responsible. This only made sense for people who didn’t know him. (It also didn’t fit the timeframe.) He was not the man for this. He wouldn’t even kiss a woman if he hadn’t dated her for several weeks and was visibly uncomfortable whenever a woman became a bit too intrusive before he was ready. His relatives often speculated if he was secretly gay.

The divorce added even more mystery to the situation. Alexander’s relatives tried to talk with the surrogate mother, but she never told them any details, kept her answers short, and what she said sounded memorized.

The way Alexander raised his kids was another issue. His relatives offered that the twins could stay in England and grow up normally as long as he had to work in Antarctica, but he refused. They also complained about Alexia’s workload. Genius or not, a 6-year-old shouldn’t already go to university.

General Thoughts

Alexander was a distant and not very affectionate father. He cared about his children, but he always had been terrible at showing affection, especially on a physical level. Alexander also had no idea how to deal with children in general, nor the time and energy to learn it. The best he could do was treat the twins as he treated his employees: performance and self-dependence were rewarded, while laziness was punished with more work and less free time.

Alexander hired private teachers for the twins. Both had strict education schedules. Alfred was doing excellent compared to other children his age, but his achievements were nowhere close to Alexia’s, who even exceeded Alexander’s expectations. Alexia never visited a school except to take some exams. Alfred only went to school for a while after Alexia started her cryogenic sleep.

Alexander had to work long hours to avoid falling too far behind other Umbrella research groups until Alexia was ready. As a result, Alexander focused even more on Alexia and her progress than he would have done anyway, while he simply lost interest in his son. He never hated Alfred, though.

Alexander tried to make up for the lack of quality time by buying gifts for the twins when he had the opportunity. But since he never engaged much in their interests, these gifts were often disappointing.

The only physical affection Alexander would give them was a few pats on the head, occasionally an awkward handshake, or rarely a short hug. When the twins wanted to cuddle, they had to rely on each other because Alexander was certainly not the one who would do it. For that reason, he was actually thankful for Alfred’s existence for once. Alexander supported the twins’ closeness.

Spencer visited them once. He got along well with the twins, especially with Alfred. Alexander had never seen him that excited when talking to anyone other than his sister. Alexander didn’t know what Spencer was up to and kept the twins away from him afterward. But it was more than reasonable concerns that bothered him. Deep down, he was jealous of how good Spencer was doing with his children while he was struggling ever since.

Even though Harman fulfilled his duty as a butler for the Ashfords, he and Alexander couldn’t stand each other. Edward had hired him. Alexander only kept him later because his father had liked this man. Alexander hated it in particular that Harman always backed up the twins when he had an argument with them.

After his mansion in the Antarctic Base was finished, Alexander lived mainly there. He only moved to Rockfort Island with children during the Antarctic winter months if his work allowed it.

The bar/casino was Alexander’s bedroom, and Alfred’s later office was the twin’s bedroom. Alexander wanted to do some reconstruction so the twins could have separated rooms on Rockfort Island too. He planned to expand Alfred’s later office and give it to Alexia. Alfred’s room was supposed to be the future office of his secretary after it was significantly reduced in size.

Later Years

Alexia became increasingly rebellious after she started working. It started with spiteful remarks here and there, and then she wouldn’t listen to her father anymore and refused to share her results. She even threatened to contact Spencer and let him be removed from the base entirely (mostly empty threats). Alexia was frustrated that Alexander would profit from her work while he contributed almost nothing, but she didn’t hold a grudge against him yet as Alfred did. She even planned to spare Alexander in the first outlines of her world domination plans. Her attitude only changed after Alfred told her about their origin.

Alexander planned to send Alfred to a boarding school in the hope it would better his and Alexia’s relationship and give her more time for her research. Alexia was old enough and didn’t need a playmate anymore.

The relationship between Alfred and Alexander would have escalated within two to three anyway, even if Alfred never discovered the truth about himself and Alexia.

When Alfred moved in permanently on Rockfort Island, he sold Alexander’s belongings partially and threw the rest away. But he wanted to add more as an insult. Alexander wasn’t a friend of alcoholic drinks. He rarely drank and avoided hard liquors if possible. He also hated gambling. So obviously, turning Alexander’s former bedroom into a bar/casino was the best use for this room.

After his mutation, Alexander acted mainly on instinct. There were only a few moments when he was somewhat aware of his situation and when vague memories came back. They felt more like surreal dreams rather than real memories, though. Alfred sometimes visited Alexander and talked to him (not in a friendly way). This could trigger these moments. Nosferatu recognized Alfred as someone he knew, but he couldn’t fully understand who this man was nor make sense of any of his words.

Alfred also used him for target practice. He made sure not to hit his vital organs. Nosferatu could regenerate, but Alfred didn’t know how much damage he could take before he would eventually die. He could have killed Alexander if he wanted but found it more delightful to keep him alive and watch him suffer for everything he has done to him and Alexia. Using Nosferatu as a living target went on until Alfred realized that some ricochets had damaged the shackles. This and general material fatigue resulted ultimately in Nosferatu’s escape.

[monako-jinn-stories]

Ahh thank you all for 104 followers! In honor of this mark, I am posting a little Wolffepack fluff.

Also, check out this amazing art that I requested from @three-fold-symmetry

They’re just so cute🥺 the Wolffepack is my favorite battalion by far (besides my OC battalion, of course)

This is also my first attempt at a gender neutral reader, I thought it would be better to represent all my followers!

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A Visit from the Wolves

Wolffepack/Plo Koon X Gender Neutral Jedi Reader

It had been a long battle. The men of the 104th were tired and dirty. They were also hungry, having not had time to eat for the three days the fighting had lasted. Even Plo Koon was as exhausted as his men, having fought by their side the entire time.

“Har’chaak,” Wolffe said, causing Plo to look in his direction.

“What is it, Commander?”

“We need to refuel, General. We don’t have nearly enough to make it to Coruscant.”

“Hmmm. What is the closest planet?”

“Dohbar,” Wolffe responded after looking at the map. He perked up slightly when he said this. “That’s where General Jinn is from, isn’t it?”

“Indeed it is. I’m sure we would be welcome guests there if we stopped by. Y/n might even try to throw a party for us, if they are there,” Plo chuckled smoothly.

“Should I tell the admiral to head there?”

“Yes, Wolffe, please do.”

“Yes, sir,” he nodded before going to find the admiral, a new skip in his step. Plo smiled under his mask, thinking of how excited the rest his troopers would be when they saw you.

You were sitting in your garden, enjoying the nice sunny day when you saw the Venator slowly fly into view. You recognized it as Plo’s and jumped up excitedly at the unexpected visit.

“Plo!” You said as you burst into the hanger, seeing him and his troops exit the ship.

“What are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you, I’m just surprised!”

“We were running very low on fuel and I thought it would be nice to pay a visit to your home. You know I haven’t been here in a while,” he replied smoothly.

“Yes, it’s been far too long. And how’s the big bad Wolffe doing?” You tease as you glance behind Plo.

“Not too bad, General Jinn. Just a bit tired, that’s all.” You brought your brows together as you saw the bags under his eyes and the slight hollow to his cheeks.

“When was the last time you all ate?” You questioned.

“About four days ago,” Warthog said as he approached you.

“Four days?!” You nearly shrieked. “Maker! Go, take showers. All of you smell. Yes, even you, Plo,” you said as he gave you a look. “When you’re done, dinner will be ready.”

“Ah, you don’t have to do all that just for us,” Sinker said.

“Quiet, Sinker. Let them do what they want for us!” Boost said while giving his brother a look. You laughed to yourself at the boys. Boost loved your cooking, and he clearly wasn’t going to let his brother take away his chance at having more of it.

“Go on,” you said, shooing everyone away, Plo staying behind to talk to you. “I said you too, Plo.”

He chuckled to himself before he pulled you into his grasp. You sighed contently at the warmth emitting through the force.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you mumbled into his chest. He hummed in response as he traced your back with a talon. You stood quietly in his embrace for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort of having him back with you.

“You still smell,” you joked as you pulled back slightly, looking up at where his eyes were covered by his goggles.

“I believe I recall you saying you enjoy my scent, my dear,” he countered playfully.

“Yeah, when you don’t smell like this. Now go, take a shower. I need to cook for your troops.”

“Whatever you desire, my dear,” he said before resting his forehead against yours. This was you little way of kissing, as he couldn’t exactly kiss you. You placed a gentle kiss on his antiox mask before pulling out of his arms and heading to the kitchen.

“Kriffing… Hells… Maker…” Boost said as he shoveled his food into his mouth. “General Jinn, I swear you never fail to make the best meals.”

You laughed as you watched him scarf down his plate, Sinker side eyeing his brother.

“Glad to hear it, Boost.” He gave you a thumbs up before he reached to get seconds. Plo sat beside you, fondly looking at all his men as they filled themselves up. The smell of soap and shampoo was overpowering, but you didn’t mind as long as they were happy.

“How’s the 17th been, General?” Wolffe said from Plo’s other side.

“They’re doing well. Sans still hasn’t forgotten the drink you promised him.”

Wolffe chuckled before responding. “Well, tell your commander that he better be ready to go out when I get back to Coruscant. I’m dragging him straight to 79’s.”

“Not until after the mission debrief,” Plo casually commented.

“Of course, sir,” Wolffe said.

“How was the mission?” You asked, glancing at Plo.

“It went well, my dear. It was a long few days of fighting, but in the end we were able to overcome our enemy.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” You left the question of casualties alone. You could tell by the actions of some troopers that they had lost some close brothers. Instead you decided to talk about casual things. Well, casual for clones, such as what new weapons they’ve been wanting or new strategies to test out. Once everyone finished eating, you all agreed to go to an empty room and watch a holovideo. Half of the troopers piled onto a couch, squeezing until they were all elbows in ribs. They of course stuck you in the middle, making sure you were surrounded by their love. The others sat in front of it on the floor, sprawled out in a multitude of positions.

The only person awake at the end of the holovideo was Plo. He looked up from his spot on the floor to see your new position. He smiled when he saw how comfortable you were with his boys. You had moved so you were sideways on the couch, legs draped over Sinker’s lap as you leaned into Boost’s chest. Your arm hung down to loosely rest around the little Wolffe who was sitting in front of your spot on the couch. You moved slightly in your sleep, face nuzzling deeper into Boost’s chest, causing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer. Your legs also shifted in Sinker’s lap, and he gently placed his hands on top of them. Wolffe moved so that your hand would be in his hair, and in your sleep you began to gently run your fingers through it. Plo smiled a massive grin, though it was mostly hidden by his antiox mask. He took out a cam to capture the moment before he went to leave the room.

“Buir?” He heard a rough and tired voice call. He looked back to see Warthog covering a yawn. He waved Plo back over, moving so that he could have a spot on the couch between him and Comet. Plo’s heart swelled even more for his Wolffepack. He quietly made his way back over and settled down, Comet and Warthog both immediately snuggling up to his side. He heard a small giggle and looked over to see you watching him. You gave him a smile before closing your eyes again, falling back asleep surrounded by Plo’s Bros.

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[littlemousedroid]

It’s A Tradition (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Wrecker x female reader

Word Count: 2070

Summary: This takes place at the start of Episode 7, before the Batch head to Bracca. Reader deals with her growing affection for Wrecker. Hunter enters the picture.

Rating: T for now, references to canon typical violence and trauma. This chapter discusses Wrecker’s headaches, with anxiety on the part of Reader and Omega. It’s mostly fluffy and fun, with some angst and anxiety thrown in for flavor. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Chapter 5

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You were resigned to your fate, stuck on Ord Mantell for the foreseeable future. But maybe it wouldn’t all be bad. You found enjoyment working with your aunt. Your apartment was cozy. You had a new favorite restaurant. Oh and you had a giant crush on a fugitive clone trooper.

A man who was currently walking towards you carrying Omega on his shoulders. They were laughing about something, Omega waving her arms with every word.

Wrecker caught your eye over the heads of the customers you were helping. You smiled. He smiled. You got distracted. Your current customer coughed, bringing back your attention.

“Sorry, two boxes, that’ll be 14 credits.”

You glanced back at Wrecker while you scooped the order, he was laughing at you. All you could do was roll your eyes. Omega was still chattering away but he wasn’t paying her much attention.

You handed out the order with the your best customer service smile, “Thank you, see you next time!”

“I do not appreciate being laughed at mister!” You hissed as soon as the customers left.

“Sorry! You just looked so cute getting distracted.”

Cute?! You felt a heat spread across your cheeks but pushed passed it.

“Did you just get back? Is it time for a celebratory snack?” you asked.

“Oh yeah! We had a bit of an adventure with a lizard!” Wrecker said.

“It crawled all over his face!” Omega gave an excited demonstration, tickling Wrecker as she climbed down.

“This is my favorite tradition, can we get two cartons please?” Omega asked. Could she be any sweeter?

As you passed the cartons over the counter, your aunt came over tapping Wrecker on the shoulder, “That’ll be 14 credits...”

“Uh, put it on Cid’s tab.”

She audibly rolled her eyes but moved on, calling up the next customer in line.

You weren’t going to be making conversation any time soon, sending your friends a look that you hoped communicated a frustrated apology.

“Come see us after closing? At Cid’s!” Wrecker shouted over the line.

All you could do was throw him a thumbs up before turning to the next customer.

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What a day! You were finally finished up at the stand and could make you’re way to Cid’s to visit with Wrecker and, presumably, terrifyingly, the rest of the Batch.

You’re first meeting with Wrecker’s brothers had not really gone well. In the brief minutes you had been in his presence, Tech was distrusting and suspicious. Not bright and friendly like you had expected from Omega’s stories. Echo had been nice enough but you were not looking forward to a second meeting.

And what about Hunter. You knew that he was the leader of the group, their Sergeant. Did he want you to be hanging around his brother? Was he going to be rude? Either way you suspected this visit was going to be terrible.

You slipped in to Cid’s but didn’t see Wrecker or Omega. In fact there were very few people in the parlor, just a Weequay and an Ithorian arguing over a machine in the corner.

You hadn’t exactly agreed on a time earlier so you weren’t totally surprised by their absence. You ordered a drink and waited. You had never been to Cid’s before, might as well soak up the atmosphere.

As you nursed your drink, Cid came out from the back. You didn’t turn around but you could tell she was giving someone attitude. Telling them to hurry back, she had more work for them. All you could do was giggle to yourself. Cid was a shrewd business woman and set high expectations for her associates. It was amusing to hear her at work.

As you were lost in your thoughts, someone came up and sat next to you.

“You must be Poppy.”

The gruff voice pulled you back to reality. You spun around to see who was bothering you.

“And you must be Hunter.” You looked him over, taking in his armor and face tattoo and hair and bandana. Underneath all that, his handsome features were more like the regular clones you were familiar with, more so than Wrecker and Tech anyway. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“I was expecting Wrecker, is he here somewhere?” You looked around, expecting to see him coming from the back.

“Sorry but he won’t be meeting you tonight. He’s back on the ship, nursing a headache.”

“Is he okay?” You had never heard Wrecker complain, what kind of pain would it need to be to have him stuck in bed? You’d think someone like him would be pretty immune to a mere headache. It must be pretty serious! Did he need medical attention? Why hadn’t he told you about them?

“Whoa, whoa, calm down. Wrecker is fine. It’s just a precaution. We are taking him for treatment and didn’t want him to have any issues.” He was comforting you, which admittedly was welcome. But how did he know you were spiraling?

“Okay, thank you. I can’t imagine there is much that would take the big guy down. He just seems so tough. Maybe I could go visit him?” You started to stand but Hunter quickly quashed that.

“That won’t be possible right now, we’re about to leave off-world. I’m heading back to the ship now.”

“Well, at least let them know that I was here. Take care of Wrecker…and Omega. They are my best friends here,” you confessed with a smile. “Please bring them back in one piece.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “Wrecker said your family is all back on your home planet. I know what it means to be separated...” He drifted off seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Of course you do…” You whispered, not wanting to intrude on his thoughts. “Wrecker told me about Crosshair. And having to leave him back on Kamino.” He turned to meet your gaze and you could see the pain there.

“Wrecker is lucky to have met you. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while.” You smiled at that, surprised at his directness.

“I better get moving but we’ll be back in a few days. I’m sure Wrecker and Omega will be by for some Mantell Mix as soon as we get back.”

“Yeah, gotta keep the tradition!” You were laughing now. Could this conversation have had more ups and downs? “It really was nice to meet you Hunter, take care of yourself.”

He slid off his stool and gave you a smile as he left.

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You finished your drink and left Cid’s to head back to your apartment.

The walk back was nice, evenings were warm on Ord Mantell. You could add that to the list of things you appreciated about this stupid place. If you were honest with yourself the positives were starting to outweigh the negatives of being stuck here.

Walking through the market as the last shops closed up, you were able to greet your neighbors. People nodding, smiling, and waving as you made your way through the dwindling crowds.

It was nice to see these people but they were still strangers, acquaintances at best. The one real friend you had was so close but so far away.

This thing you had with Wrecker was becoming frustrating but anytime you could spend with him (and Omega) was worth it. You had definitely fallen hard for him. It didn’t make any sense. He was the opposite of everything you had imagined in a future partner. He was loud and outgoing, you were quiet and reserved. If this were school, he would’ve been at home in the gym where you would have been in the archives.

But those were first impressions based on looks, now you knew there was more to him than muscles. He was so kind and thoughtful. He cared so deeply for his brothers and Omega. His love for them gushed out when he told you stories about their past missions. Always competing with Crosshair. Doing their part to save the Republic, one clanker at a time.

He was so smart, in ways that were easy to overlook and underestimate. He had spent a whole afternoon teaching you and Omega more about GAR issued blasters than you would ever need to know. Seeing him so passionate about a subject was inspiring. And him wanting to share that knowledge with Omega was admirable.

He was so physical. Obviously he was large man and used his size and strength to his advantage, intimidating creeps in the market or carrying Omega and supplies like it was nothing. But you had grown accustomed to his reassuring presence; walking next to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention, grabbing your hand to pull you across the market. It was reassuring and comforting in a way you had never experienced.

But your mind sometimes drifted, wondering what other kinds of physical affection he was capable of. More than once you thought you felt his fingers brush against yours, as though he wanted to hold your hand as you walked. Or you caught his lingering glances at your lips. When you promised to keep his secret, he had hugged you and the memory lit your skin on fire.

Your heart hoped to take this relationship to the next level but your brain was stopping you. This friendship was enough, it was sustaining you through your time here. If you pushed for more, would it cross a line that he wasn’t comfortable with and ruin everything? And that didn’t even address his little problem of being a rogue clone hiding from the Empire. It was better to keep your fantasies tucked amongst your sheets, only indulging when you were alone at night.

You were almost to your apartment when you saw Echo and Omega. They must have been picking up supplies last minute. Omega looked as though she wanted to touch everything in the stall but Echo kept sending her glances as he spoke to the merchant. He was obviously kind to the girl but didn’t indulge her every whim like Wrecker. You smiled at the realization, long having hoped Omega had a firmer caretaker.

“Poppy!” Omega saw you first and bounded over to where you were watching them.

“Hi Omega! Echo.” You nodded to them both. “Getting some supplies I see? Hunter said you were leaving soon.”

“Yeah, we’re headed out as soon as we get back. Did Hunter tell you where we were headed?” Echo asked, unsure how much information Hunter had disclosed.

“Just that you were taking Wrecker to have his headaches checked. I didn’t even know that he was having them. Is he really okay?” You voice drifted off, afraid to know the answer. Omega looked up at Echo as though she needed reassurance too.

“He’ll be fine, we’ll get everything sorted out and be back in no time. Don’t worry, we’ll have him back to you in one piece.” He smiled, was he teasing you?

“You better! I can’t lose my best customer. Omega, you be careful and take care of these boys.” You tried to be cheerful but a seriousness fell across her features. She rushed you and hugged you around the waist, pressing her face into your belly.

“I’ll take care of them. I promise. We’ll be back soon.” All you could do was ruffle her hair and smile at her. Afraid that speaking would give away how afraid you were, tears threatening to spill.

“Omega, we need to go.” Echo put his hand on her shoulder, urging her to let you go.

“Bye Poppy, see you soon.” Omega waved to you as she walked back the way you had just come.

You took a deep breath, steadied yourself, and continued toward your apartment. You would have to force the worry and fear out of your mind if you were going to get any sleep. It was late already but how could you sleep knowing Wrecker was in pain? You also had a sneaking suspicion that there was something Hunter and Echo weren’t telling you. Wrecker had trusted you, what were they still hiding?

As you crawled into bed there was one thing that brought you a glimmer of hope: both Hunter and Echo had said they would bring Wrecker back to you. As if that was where he belonged. Maybe there was hope for more with Wrecker, beyond just your fantasies.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments are appreciated. I’m reinvigorated with the Season 2 trailer and have been writing more chapters.

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Chapter 7

[cryptid-kratt-kid]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS KRATT!!!!!!!

As quick celebration, I wanted to make a long post about what all my AUs are doing on this very special day!

New Wild AU

The New Wild Crew has covered their cave with all things Cryptid related and otherwise chris-like!

They got him a life size Mothman plushie, and a statue of Baphomet!

Feral Kratts AU

Feral Chris isn't that keen on parties, so the whole crew is helping him hunt down a particular group of poachers that's been getting on his nerves as of late. Martin has also decided that he will refrain from being a whore on this special day.

They got him a brand new high-tech super-mega-ultra-death AK47 (Courtesy of Feral Aviva)!

Cryptid Kratts AU

The Cryptid bros only recently found out what birthdays were, and since they don't remember the exact date that they were born, (I mean, the calander hadn't exactly been invented yet...) Chris has decided that this is the day that he will celebrate his birthday. He's found himself a nice hot spring to spend the day relaxing in.

Toodles brought him a pile of stolen treasure (Sure it was technically meant as a courting gift but I guess it counts as a Bday gift too.)

Ocean Blue AU

Martin is on his best behavior to make sure his bro's birthday is attack free! Chris keeps telling him not to worry so much, but Martin's determined.

Martin got Chris a deep sea fossil for his collection. It was in such mint condition, that Archeologists would beg Chris to hand it over if they ever saw it.

Cat Kratts AU

The bros owners are throwing the bros a little birthday bash! They were born on the same day so, Chris' Bday is Martin's Bday also. Azazel tried to get them in party hats, but they absoloutly were not having it, so instead they just invited the bros' friends over and celebrated with treats and catnip!

Their owners bought them a fancy now cat hide, but they're both ignoring it in favor of the box that it came in.

Dimension Hoppers AU

The Dimension Hoppers crew is throwing Chris a surprise party in the Tortuga! Chris thinks they forgot his birthday, but he's in for one heck of a surprise!

Martin got him a Rad Slime plushie from their visit to The Far, Far Range, since they're his favorite slime rancher slime!

Bluepin AU

While Martin was preserving his latest specimen and removing all evidence from his victim's house, he found a collector's edition National Geographic Animal Encyclopedia. Knowing that Chris' Bday party was the next day, he decided that it was the perfect gift!

Chris had a fantastic birthday party and was none the wiser to the disturbing origin of his gift.

Blue Devil AU

Since this Au's Chris is well... dead, his birthday is a painful time for his brother. Today, Martin takes the time to remember all the wonderful things about the brother that was stolen from him. It fills him with rage and determination to make the villains pay for their actions.

To avenge his poor brother that didn't get to celebrate his special day.

FNAK AU

TCC and it's employees don't celebrate the animatronics' birthdays, but the FNAK crew remembers the days they became operational and treat these days as special.

Seymour and Cyrus are whipping up a ton of his favorite dishes, along with a human meat cake!

Wildrock FNAK Spinoff AU

The Bday situation is mostly the same between FNAK crews, but with some minor differences. Wildrock Chris is celebrating by being an absolute menace to anything that moves. Why? Because he can and it's fun.

Sadie painted his claws for him, and Martin got him a new guitar.

All My Brothers AU

All of the Chris clones celebrate their Bdays today! regardless of the date that they were actually cloned. They also use today to honor and pay respects to the original. The Wild Kratts crew is throwing Bean a party! (And martin is crossing his fingers that none of the other clones interrupt)

Though Bean didn't get to activate any creature powers, he did get his very own creaturepod!

Off-Colored AU

Toodles has somehow gone even more feral out of sheer excitement. Salutations is letting him loose in a fancy rich neighborhood so he can devour greedy capitalists to his heart's content. (Sal was just looking for a way get Tod's energy out so he wouldn't destroy literally everything, but the birthday boy doesn't need to know that, does he?)

After Toodles had tuckered himself out, Sal gave him a fancy lighter he bought on Etsy. Toodles was overjoyed that his big bro was finally endorsing his arson habits.

DSID AU

This Au's Chris is spending his Bday alone. After all the emotional hell that his peers, his brother, and the ghosts were putting him through, all he asked for on his birthday was peace and quiet. He's catching up on some books he's been intending to read, he's actually quite enjoying himself.

The Ghost and Martin Kratt AU

Despite Chris being a ghost, Martin and the crew still take the time to celebrate his birthday! Just because he doesn't age anymore doesn't mean he shouldn't get to celebrate his special day! The crew left him offerings of candy and cake! Though they refrained from lighting any candles to avoid triggering his pyrophobia.

Martin got him a Lion plushie, to replace Chris' old one that got incinerated in the fire.

TCC AU

Though the original Chris technically exploded into all of the mini chrises, Martin still honors his memory by declaring his birthday, international mini Chris day!

The shelter is having an adoption event! And all of the shelter chrises are being showered with love and treats.

Two Shades AU

Both Chris and Toodles wanna celebrate their birthday, but so far all they've managed to do is get into fights over their body. Chris is struggling to keep it together throughout all of the festivities that the crew has planned!

Martin assumed that Chris likes mirrors, so he got him an emerald green one with his name engraved on it. Martin has severely misjudged Chris' relationship with reflective surfaces...

Furby AU

Chris is celebrating his birthday by wreaking terror down upon mortals and demanding blood sacrifices. Aviva is lowkey scared of these adorable little childrens' toys.

Aviva got Chris a little backpack that he can be carried in. (Mostly because she was scared that if she didn't get him a gift, she'd end up dead in a ditch somewhere).

Our Wild World AU

Chris isn't one for drinking, so instead of spending his bday at the local tavern like most adventurers, he prefers to spend the day just slowing down and appreciating the local wildlife.

And (I think) That's all of them! I wish a very happy birthday to our favorite green brother! Happy Birthday Chris!!!!!

Martin got him an emerald gilded crossbow, and a book on the land's dragons.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Clone Wars) Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader: Here to Stay a Little Longer

Author’s Note: In this fic, reader is a jedi who volunteers to care for an educate younglings in the order. Just wanted to say I know a few teachers and caretakers, and I just wanted to say the amount of respect I have for people who dedicate their time to little ones whether it be for a job or because their your own little ones!

    “Good work today.” 

    There was no stopping the affectionate smile that bloomed on your face as the youngling chirped in response to your affirmation.  You could sense his happiness at the lesson being over for the day.  He wanted to take a nap.

   “Me too, Grogu,” you sighed.  “Me too.”  He waddled over to you, and you lifted him into your arms.  Another jedi would be coming to take him back to the nursery for rest. 

   “___________?” a voice asked.

   “Hm?” you turned to see an elderly female jedi at the doorway to the training room.  “Oh, jedi Lilanou.  You are here to take Grogu back to his quarters?”

   “Yes, indeed,” she said with a smile, outstretching her hands.  They were weathered but ever so gentle as you transferred the tired baby to them.  He waved at you, and you laughed and waved back.  “Grogu will see you later this week for another training session.”

   “I will be expecting him.”  You nodded.  Grogu wasn’t quite like the other younglings.  He was more developed mentally for one so small, and he was much older than the others.  This meant he started training, but only a little since he was still a baby.  As Lilanou carried him away, you felt sadness creep its way into your feelings.  No doubt your attachment to the young one went beyond what it should.  You felt that way about most of the younglings you volunteered to look after and train before they became padawans and were assigned to mentors.  It was hard to let go when that time came, but the need for jedi to step up and help the next generation of younglings drew you in again and again.

   With the absence of Grogu, your afternoon was free.  The rumble in your stomach told you it was time for a meal.  You released a sigh and stepped out of the empty room into the vast halls.  Jedi walked to and fro, some in pairs while others had their noses in datapads.

   The sound of children’s laughter weighed your steps until you stopped altogether.  It was a collective laugh as if it was one shared by an entire class.  You started back on your way again before it rang out once more.  It was indeed a class that occupied one of the nearest training rooms, and from where you stood outside the doorway, you could hear Yoda’s voice instructing.

   “I’ll just stop in for a minute,” you said, grinning.  “Lunch can wait.”  As you approached, Yoda paused the lesson to meet your gaze.  As he greeted you, the younglings that were all seated in a semi-circle turned their heads to look in your direction.  Their faces lit up in recognition.

   “Ah, _________, how nice it is to see you,” Yoda said.  “Younglings, say ‘hello.’”

   “Hello!” they chorused.

   “Hello everyone!” you gave a nod of greeting before turning your gaze back to Yoda.  “I was just wondering if I could sit in on class today?  And maybe help if you need any assistance?”  It felt like a silly question to ask.  He was Yoda.  He’d been training many generations of younglings since long before you were born.  Nonetheless, his features softened as he motioned with his hand for you to enter.

   “Needing a lesson to refresh your memory, are you?” he joked in a good-natured way.  You chuckled as you took a seat on the far right of the semi-circle.

   “Something like that.”

   “Good, your timing is.”  He nodded.  “Discussing the process of constructing lightsabers, we are.  Perhaps, share with the class your experience, you could.”

   “That’s right,” you mused.  “Many of you are nearing that time.  Oh, yes Ganodi?”

   The Rodian girl lowered her hand, galaxy eyes averted shyly for a moment.  “Was it hard to build your lightsaber?”

   “It was a challenge,” you admitted.  “But it wasn’t meant to be easy.”  When you noticed her nervous expression, you added, “I’m sure you will do well.”

   “I’m excited to build mine!”  Petro exclaimed.  “I can’t wait!”

   “All in good time,” Yoda told the enthusiastic youngling.  “Anyway, back to our lesson, we should get....”

- - - - - - 

   After the class had been dismissed by Yoda, some of the younglings stuck around to talk.  Yoda walked over to you.  “Thank you for your help today.  Warms my heart, it does, to see your compassion and willingness to nurture the next generation of jedi.”

   You smiled.  “It warms my heart to see them so eager to learn.”

   After he left, you found yourself in the middle of a game of tag with the younglings in the classroom.  Katooni was “it”, and the rest of the group scattered.  She was fast for a youngling!  You raced past Byph, and he got tagged instead.

   “Sorry, Byph!”

   You were so captivated by the game that you hadn’t noticed a new presence.  “I thought I’d find you here.”  You skidded to a stop, looking over to see Obi-Wan Kenobi standing at the doorway.  Your heart did flips at the sight of that smirk of his while he stood there with his arms folded across his chest.  He had left on a campaign weeks before, and his return to Coruscant was a surprise to you.

   You turned to the group, who didn’t seem to notice him.  “Give me one second, guys.”  They continued to run around, and you walked over to the jedi, out of breath.  “It’s good to see you.  How are things on the front?”

   “Well, we were successful,” he replied.  That smooth voice was like music to your ears.  As you listened to him describe the gist of the mission, your mind wandered to silly little things like his velvety hair that shone in the light or his soft blue eyes or the way his lip quirked when he spoke.  It was just so nice to see him, to be able to take it in that he was there.

   “Sounds like an interesting time.”

   “Oh, no.  Not interesting in the least,” he said sarcastically, the shine of amusement in his eyes.  “How have things been here?”

   “Same as ever.”  You smiled and nodded in the direction of the younglings playing their game.  “These ones keep me occupied.  It’s not fighting Separatist battle droids, but…”

   “It’s an important duty.  I can hardly think of a more noble endeavor,” he told you, eyes looking distant and warm as the younglings’ laughter carried.  “I myself hope to dedicate more time to the cause.  I haven’t been as involved as I’d like to be.”

   “Well, we could always use the help.  Besides, you have become a sort of legend around here.”

   Obi-Wan’s brow lifted curiously.  “Is that so?”

   “It is, and you have Anakin to thank for that.  He stops by every now and then and shares a story or two about his and your adventures on the battlefield.”

   “That sounds like Anakin,” he sighed.

   “He’s an inspiration to the younglings, as are you,” you paused.  “To me as well.”

   “Obi-Wan!”

  “Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan!”

   The group began to gather around the two of you, their eyes wide with admiration and curiosity.

   “Well hello there,” he said.  “I was beginning to think I’d gone unnoticed.”

   “Where’d you go? Did you fight Grievous?” Petro’s questions poured out quickly.

   “Was Anakin there?” Zatt asked, tipping his head to one side.  “He said he was going on a mission too.”

   “Alright, alright,” you laughed.  “Let’s not overwhelm him.”

   “I’ll tell you all about the mission another time,” Obi-Wan assured them.  “For now, you might want to run.”

   “What?  Why?”

   “Because it looks like Byph is still ‘it,’ and he’s sneaking up behind you.”

   “Ahhh!”  They burst into laughter and screams as they scattered once more, leaving you and Obi-Wan chuckling.  One of the smaller younglings fell down in front of him.  He simply took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet.

   “Careful, little one.”  His warning was tender, and you watched the scene with heart thumping.  Obi-Wan was always good with younglings.  His kindly nature and humility made him quite popular. 

   He’d make a good parent, you thought.  Realizing where your mind was taking you, you shook your head.  That was hardly appropriate for one to think about a fellow jedi.  Romantic feelings were normal, but these were driving you to imagine a life with him outside the order.  You imagined a loving man with whom you could have your own children with.  The way he was gazing at you made you feel embarrassed, as if he sensed your thoughts.

   “___________?”

   “Yeah?”

   “Are you hungry?”

   You glanced down at your stomach as it gave another rumble.  Ah, right.  You skipped out on lunch to join the youngling class.  How embarrassing he heard that!  “Uh yeah, I missed lunch.”

   “I’m rather hungry myself,” he said.  “Shall we go get something together?”

   You nodded, smiling.  “We shall.”  You looked at the younglings.  “I’ll see you all soon.”

   “Okay, bye ___________!”

   “Bye Obi-Wan!”

   They headed out the door, their chatter echoing down the hall.  You walked alongside Obi-Wan on your way to get something to eat.  He was always pleasant company.  He walked with his hands folded behind his back and his gaze occasionally resting on you.  You had longed to see him again, but when the moment was finally there, you weren’t quite sure what to say.  Finally, you thought of something.

   “Did you need me for something?”

   “Pardon?”

   “You said you might find me there with the younglings,” you said.  “Does that mean you were looking for me?” 

   He opened his mouth as if he had a clever response, but his voice came out in a subtle stutter before he found the words. “I thought I’d pay you a visit since I arrived back on Coruscant.  I merely...wanted to see you.”

   “Oh, I see.”

   “Is that a problem?” The question wasn’t irritated.  His eyes searched you with genuine concern.  He had made it known that he sought you out for no reason in particular other than his enjoyment of your company, and he didn’t want this knowledge to make you uncomfortable.

   “No, no, not at all.”  You shook your head.  “I’m glad you did.  I’m pleased to see you.  It was only a few weeks, but it felt like so long.”  You went silent after that statement, unsure if you crossed a line either.  You were supposed to be a jedi free from attachment, and the last thing you wanted was Obi-Wan Kenobi to think you were needy.

   “I know exactly what you mean,” he muttered in agreement.  His eyes went to the floor in a way that suggested he had something on his mind.  The implication that he may have missed you too made you want to hide your face shyly, but you remained nonchalant.

   “When do you leave Coruscant again?”

   “Not for some time, I hope.  Like I said, I’d like to be more involved with training the next generation for a while.”  He glanced your way, eyes crinkling as he smiled.  “But my apologies, that means you’ll have to see more of me.  I know how much of a burden I am.”

   “Indeed.”  You returned the smile.  “How terrible.”

   The warmth between you two was unmistakable during the playful banter.  Part of you was thrilled that he would be around, that you wouldn’t have to say “goodbye” for a while.  The other part was worried what it might bring upon both of you.  If the two of you spent more time together with the younglings, it would do you no good as far as dismissing the attachment you had to him.  And what of the Council?  Would they take notice?

   Obi-Wan sat across from you at one of the long dining tables, and those doubts one-by-one went out the viewport.  He spoke about his mission away and then listened as you told him about some of your adventures on Coruscant.  Some involved your travels outside the jedi walls while others were about your daily struggles and victories with the little ones.  You told him of a youngling still in the nursery that ran off without their robes that you had to chase down and dress.  Fortunately the nursing droids had proper security so the youngling didn’t leave the nursery.  Obi-Wan’ laughter rang out clear as a bell as he tipped his head back at the outrageous tale.  Something fluttered in your chest as he lost himself in the humor for a moment before taking a breath and sighing.

   “Well it seems I have much to look forward to,” he chuckled.  “I recall once you said you wished you had some war stories to share, but it seems you do now.”

   “Some days it is a battle,” you agreed.

   “Believe me, I know.”  He gazed at you then, that glint in his eyes as he smiled tenderly.  You found yourself unable to look away.  It was like a magnet pulling you to him, and if there weren’t a table separating you, you might have even leaned in for a kiss.  It was like electricity crackling between you, and you had to force yourself to glance down at your now-empty tray.  The time working with Obi-Wan again would be interesting.  Even after only a few hours together, you felt that same pull that you fought for years.  You wondered how long you could go without giving in.  You wondered if he felt it as strongly as you did.  By the look flashing in his eyes as you leaned in ever so slightly to scoot out of your seat, you figured he might.

   An interesting time indeed. 

[sukirichi]

sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! �� •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN. 

before you request...

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please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

favorites marked as ⭐

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA:  Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~ 

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE:  listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo  (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists.  She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

[lettheladylead]

Not Your Aunt

Chapter 6: Dewey [ao3 link]

It’d been quite the week.

Goldie wasn’t sure where she stood amongst everything, but apparently Scrooge was actually the biological father (or at least the unknowing DNA donor) of Beakley’s granddaughter - the same one she’d convinced Scrooge to abandon in a forest in the middle of Florida just a few months earlier.

Not a great start to a relationship she never planned on having. As much as she liked Sharpie, she had no intention of getting to know all the kids in Scrooge’s life. It was starting to feel like a collection.

All the same, though, Goldie still found herself in Duckburg after the smoke had cleared. She didn’t want to interrupt Scrooge’s little family time, but she also felt like they should have a talk of some sort. Their adventure in Florida meant a lot to her and after being kidnapped and mildly tortured for what felt like weeks, she kind of just wanted to spend some quality time with him. It made her feel a little sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t fight the urge to hold his hand and kiss his cheek any longer.

So as Goldie always did, she broke into the manor. Specifically, she made her way into Scrooge’s bedroom, hoping to see him and have some fun and be on her way again. But as her feet hit the floor, she found the room empty and quiet. Not a soul in sight.

She checked the clock on the wall. It was well after dinnertime. Maybe the family was watching a movie together or something. She didn’t know what close-knit families liked to do in their free time, but that seemed normal. Goldie made her way out his door and tiptoed across the hallway towards the foyer.

“She deserves to know more about where she comes from!”

Goldie froze and quickly hid behind a banister as she heard a familiar voice come from downstairs. She peeked around the marble to see who he was talking to.

“Of course, but just try not to overwhelm her. She’ll be overjoyed to fill in all the blanks she can about your ancestors.”

“And she should be! McDuck blood is strong and tough and she should know the accomplishments that made her who she is!”

“...right.”

Goldie stared at Scrooge and Beakley, walking side-by-side and obviously chatting about Webbigail. It seemed like they were about to have a big family conversation, which meant Goldie wouldn’t be welcome nor interested in being present for a bunch of stories she’d heard a thousand times already.

She made her way down another hallway, trying to decide whether or not she should leave or just wait for Scrooge in his room. He could be hours and she didn’t feel like sitting around or taking a nap, so perhaps combing through some old treasures and stealing something from him would be a fun way to pass the time.

As she continued down the hall, Goldie’s attention was drawn to a loud noise coming from what she recognized as the boys’ room. The door was ajar and the lights were on, so maybe she’d say hi to Sharpie as she decided what to steal.

In her usual sneaky way, Goldie stepped inside of the room without being noticed. Even the creak of the door couldn’t grab anyone’s attention - especially considering what was happening inside.

She stared incredulously at the sight of Della’s blue kid - Dewey, she was pretty sure - holding up signs in front of a camera and happily talking about the exciting week he’d just had. He rambled for a good twenty seconds about his cousin and her clones and how his family just kept getting cooler and more interesting every day, so Goldie opted to cross her arms over her chest and lean against the bunk beds and watch him.

It took two full minutes before Dewey noticed her, and as soon as he did he let out a high-pitched chirp that would’ve warmed her heart had it not frozen over long ago.

“What are you doing here?!” Dewey asked with an accusatory pointed finger.

Goldie put a hand to her chest in feigned offense. “Why, Dewford Duck, am I not allowed to sit in on your little show?”

He squinted his eyes at her for a few moments and slowly put a finger to his chin. “Hmmm...I guess. But I meant, like. Why aren’t you with Uncle Scrooge?”

“He’s busy,” Goldie shoved herself off the beds and walked over. “So what is this?”

Dewey’s eyes lit up as he realized his guest was bored enough to listen to him talk about his favorite thing in the world. “This is….Dewey Dew-Night! It’s my talk show!!”

“You have a talk show?” Goldie looked into the camera. “People watch this?”

“Well…” Dewey tapped his fingers together on top of his little desk. “Not really. But I tape every episode in case one of them is good enough to submit to local TV networks! I’m expecting to get a response for my episode on the Moonvasion any day now.”

Goldie stood up straight and put her hands on her hips, looking around Dewey’s pretend studio and observing how he organized everything. “That invasion was several months ago. I don’t think they’re gonna get back to you, kid.”

Dewey pouted. “Yeah, well...maybe it was too much.” He shuffled some papers around on his desk and glanced up at her. “Can I interview you?”

“Excuse me?” she asked, turning around and raising one eyebrow in disbelief.

“Can I interview you for my show?” he asked again.

Goldie rolled her eyes. “What sort of stuff would you be interviewing me about?”

He tapped his hands against the desk and stared at her. “You were captured by F.O.W.L., right? Can I ask you about that? What happened and what you went through?”

“Oh.” She thought he was going to ask her questions about Scrooge or her history and she had no interest in sharing those kinds of things with a child. This, however… “...sure, I guess.”

“Alright!” Dewey got up from his seat and grabbed a dish towel off a shelf. He quickly wiped down one of the chairs for his guests and then sat back down in his usual spot.

Goldie shrugged and took a seat.

Dewey tapped his hands again, clearly amping himself up and getting excited. “So, so, so, so so so sooooo!”

Goldie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tell me everything that happened. I mean you, of all people, the great Goldie O’Gilt, were captured by agents of F.O.W.L.! They must’ve had ten men at once take you by surprise! Caught you completely off guard! You probably fought for your life!”

“Huh,” Goldie hummed. “I appreciate that this is the image you have of me, but it wasn’t nearly that exciting.”

“Aww...why not?”

“I did get caught by surprise,” she started, picking at the feathers at the ends of her fingers. “But I was knocked out pretty quickly. No big fight. Just me getting involved with Scrooge’s family drama, once again.”

Dewey stared at her suspiciously. “How’d they catch you by surprise?”

Goldie stared back, silently, debating what kind of answer to give him. The actual answer was a bit embarrassing for her to admit, and she didn’t plan on giving one of Scrooge’s kids that kind of ammunition. But she also knew the best kind of lie was one very close to the truth. “I got a text that I thought was from Scrooge. Said he needed to talk to me...and then what do you know? Not Scrooge. No talking.”

“Oh,” Dewey said, noticeably disappointed. “So you got ambushed? Knocked out with chloroform?!”

“It was some kind of gas, actually,” she responded matter-of-factly, ignoring the way he was trying to make her story more exciting. “Bomb shot in my face. Boom. Out like a light. Not my best moment, I’ll admit.”

“Well, you are pretty old,” Dewey said with a thoughtful finger in the air. “So what happened next? You woke up in a horrible cage, confused and trapped?!”

She ignored his ‘old’ comment and focused on the question instead. “Yeah, pretty much.”

He leaned forward and slammed his hands onto the desk. “Did they torture you?!”

“Oh, yeah. Big time torture.”

“Wait, really?” Dewey looked at the camera for a second and then back to Goldie. “That’s so scary. What’d they do?”

“They locked me up right next to Santa Claus,” Goldie complained, sticking out her tongue for disgusted emphasis. “I don’t know if you’ve met the man, but he’s an absolute dullard. I can’t hold a single conversation with him without getting annoyed.”

Dewey stared at her for a few moments, blinking silently. “...is that it?”

“What’d you expect? Cattle prods and the electric chair? They were just trying to get me out of the way, not kill me.”

“Oh,” he said, sitting back down. “I guess I should be happy that no one got seriously hurt, huh? Well except for Uncle Scrooge.”

“Eh, he can take it. He’s Scrooge McDuck, after all.”

“That’s true, he is!” Dewey nodded, looking at the camera again. “Alright so no big fight, no real torture…”

“That Santa thing was not a joke.”

“...so if you’re not here to get financial compensation from Uncle Scrooge, why’d you come here?”

Goldie looked confused for a moment. “...financial compensation?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you said it’s his fault you got caught up in his family drama so I figured you wanted him to pay up for all the trouble you’d gone through.”

“Huh,” she said quietly, trying to think of an appropriate response. “I genuinely hadn’t even considered that.”

“No?” He leaned over his desk again. “So...are you just here to visit? Like...hang out ‘n stuff?”

Goldie hoped her expression didn’t betray the lack of emotion in her response. “I suppose.”

“That’s kind of cool. Are you gonna come around more often?” Dewey asked, leaning on his elbows. “I know you and Louie are, like...friends or whatever, but you should know that me and Huey and Webby are all really cool, too! Or, well. Me and Webby are.”

She blinked slowly at him. The thought of her and Louie’s relationship being defined as ‘friends’ was odd, to say the least. “I, um. I’m not making any promises one way or another. Just wanted to see your Uncle and talk about things.”

Dewey looked at the camera and wiggled his eyebrows. “Oooh, things! Adult things? Like taxes and marriage?”

“Exactly like taxes and marriage.”

“If you guys get married, then you’d be Aunt Goldie, huh?” Dewey said with a smile.

Goldie’s eyes widened and for a brief moment she could’ve sworn she was looking at a preteen Della Duck again. The similarities between them were uncanny, but that little comment really caught her off guard.

“...I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

“Eh, well,” Dewey shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just call you Aunt Goldie anyway. Mom and Uncle Donald already do.”

Goldie held back a groan and just rolled her eyes instead. “They didn’t get my permission on that, you know.”

“Did you know them when they were my age?” Dewey asked suddenly, ignoring her comment. “I mean, you’ve known Uncle Scrooge for, like, a million years, right?”

“Not quite a million, but sometimes it feels like it,” Goldie droned. “Your mom was a lot like you when she was your age, you know.”

“I know!”

“...you know?”

“Yeah, two Christmases ago I traveled back in time and met her and Uncle Donald and we fought a wendigo together!”

“...yeah, alright.” Goldie sighed. “Scrooge still does his time travel on Christmas nonsense?”

“He didn’t last year, but I think that’s ‘cause he and one of his friends got into a fight the year I joined them,” Dewey mused, trying to remember who was who. “I’m not sure exactly what happened, but it seemed like a big deal.”

Goldie made a note of this to ask Scrooge about it later. “So you wanna hear some stories about your mom when she was a kid? I’m sure I’ve got something embarrassing I could tell you.”

“Well...I do absolutely wanna hear those,” Dewey said as he climbed onto the desk. “But also...I’m kind of curious about, um. About you.”

“Prepare yourself for disappointment, kid, I don’t like to talk about myself as much as your dear old uncle does.”

Dewey crawled forward and sat on the edge of his desk, dangling his legs over the side. “I know, I get that. Sort of. But, like...okay. So Uncle Scrooge told us you’re his ex-girlfriend, but then you were all dancey and smoochy and then you went on a date and we didn’t see him again for like two days and then the next time we see you you’re all smoochy again. And you’re friends with Louie now or something? So I’m just kind of confused, I guess? Like...mom and Uncle Donald don’t seem to trust you very much and Mrs. Beakley definitely doesn’t trust you at all and Uncle Scrooge says he doesn’t trust you but then he kisses you and why would you kiss someone you don’t trust, right? That’s just kind of weird.”

Goldie cleared her throat awkwardly. “Is there a question here?”

“Oh, right,” Dewey said, thinking back over his last sentences. “I guess, um...what’s your endgame?”

“My what?”

“Your goal?” He wiggled his legs back and forth. “Like...with Uncle Scrooge. And with us. Or do you have a secret huge family up in Canada that you give all your money to and that’s why you only show up every once in a while?”

Goldie, who’d been leaning on her elbow on the edge of the couch, lost her balance briefly thanks to the shock of his question. He really knew how to change the mood in a second flat. “I, uh…” She couldn’t help but glance at the camera and wonder if Scrooge watched his kid’s show. She doubted it, but still. “...I definitely do not have a secret family up in Canada. Or anywhere.”

Dewey nodded excitedly.

“Um... don’t you think asking for someone’s life goal is a little personal? You barely know me.”

“Really? They asked us that our first day in school,” Dewey said with a smile. “Plus I kind of know you! I know the stories we’ve heard from Uncle Scrooge, at least.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if those tales are entirely accurate.”

“I’m sure they’re not that far off!” Dewey stood up on the desk again and posed dramatically. “Like the time you two fought a bunch of angry kangaroos and then rode them through the Australian desert!”

“...that’s true.”

“Or when you sailed through the Bermuda Triangle, saving both of your lives from an evil giant squid!”

“I don’t remember the squid, but you’d be surprised how many times I’ve fought one of those.”

“That’s so cool!” Dewey pointed two finger guns at her. “I’ve only met a giant squid once so far, but I’m hoping to add a few more to my repertoire over the next few years!”

Goldie ran her fingers through her ponytail and sighed. “You really are Della’s kid, aren’t you?”

“Did you know she was gonna name me Turbo?” Dewey asked excitedly, changing the subject once again. Goldie wondered if he always did that or just during his little interviews. “Apparently Uncle Donald knew about it and still chose Dewford which is totally insane! Turbo! I could’ve been Turbo!”

Goldie raised an eyebrow and let out a short chuckle. “You’re a funny kid.”

“Thanks!”

“Got any other questions for me?” Goldie asked, wondering how long it’d been since she last checked her phone. It felt like an hour but something told her it’d probably only been about ten minutes.

“Well you still didn’t answer my last question,” he answered as he settled back into his chair. “It just seems like you’ve come around a lot more in the past two years than you did ever before so if you’re thinking of marrying Uncle Scrooge and moving into the manor, you should let me and my audience know!”

“That’s a lot of assumptions to make based on a handful of house visits.”

“I’m not hearing a no…” Dewey leaned forward again.

“And you’re also not hearing a yes.” Goldie crossed her arms over her chest and crossed one leg over the other.

“Ahh, always so mysterious, Glittering Goldie O’Gilt!” Dewey said while staring directly at the camera. “Oh, that reminds me! You’re a singer, right? Or you used to be?”

Goldie felt a tiny bit surprised by that question and then a wave of embarrassment for being surprised. “...did Scrooge tell you that?”

“Yeah! And some other stuff. But I wanted to ask you something really important!”

“...which is?”

“I was thinking of reworking the Dewey Dew-Night! theme song and I’d love to get your input! I dunno if you ever did any song writing, but just getting advice from someone else with musical ears would be great for my chances of getting picked up!” Dewey held up his phone. “Can I play it right now or should I just send you a link and you’ll listen to it later?”

Goldie shook her head, realizing she would never be able to predict where this kid went. He was definitely not like Scrooge in that department. “Aaaand that’s my cue to leave.” She finally stood up, brushed non-existent dust off her pants, and gave Dewey and his camera a little wave before moving towards the bedroom door. She enjoyed this little waste of time (for the most part), but she had no interest in listening to some loud screechy theme song or answering questions about her days in Dawson.

“Aunt Goldie, wait!” Dewey shouted, hopping over his desk and rushing to grab her hand before she could leave the room.

She sighed and looked down at him. “What?”

“I just wanted to say that, well. If you did wanna come around more and hang out or move in or join the family or whatever...I think that’d be cool.”

Goldie blinked down at his genuine little expression and felt a tiny bit of heat come to her cheeks and her heart. “...that’s...very sweet of you to say, Turbo.”

Dewey’s eyes lit up as Goldie made her way out the door and he did a little butt wiggling dance in celebration. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted Louie to ask for Goldie’s number. He stopped in front of his camera and posed. “I’m sure she’ll listen to the theme song later today, probably just wanted a nice quiet spot in the house to really feel the music. I can’t wait to hear what she has to say. It’s gonna be Turbo-tacular!”

[deaconusdelirium]

So this is love

Requested: “could I please have Princess!Reader who Crosshair ‘volunteers’ to guard while he tries to not fall for her, yet he does, and he’s a total gentleman and romantic, eugh. I need some love right now”

I’m so sorry this is late. I was suppose to post this Monday and I didn’t. Sorry cyar’ika, I hope you like it though🥺

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“Listen, all we need is someone to guard her for the day, her mother and I have some matters to discuss. We hate for her to be in our problems she shouldn’t have to be in right now” your father exclaimed, holding your mothers hand as she nodded, “listen your highness, we have our hands full right now. We have a kid we also need to take care of” “we could pay you handsomely” Hunter seemed to think about the offer, they needed the credits, especially in a trying time such as now. “Alright. Crosshair will do it” Hunter said as Crosshairs head turned towards him, he was not expecting this.

“Hunter. I’m needed on your side, not, walking along side some fake royalty” He spoke, your parents a little offended, Hunter turned and put a hand on his brothers shoulder, “the planets pretty peaceful, this is easy money. Just watch the princess until we come back, they did say they were going to pay us well. We’ll be back before nightfall, you only have a few hours” he turned back around to negotiate further terms. Crosshair groaned, he was meant for a better job, not whatever he was ‘chosen to do’. He could be serving in the military yet here he was, being a lap dog for some wanna be princess. “Very well, follow me” your father pointed his hand towards the castle, Wrecker laughed as Tech didn’t seemed fazed at all. Echo didn’t have anything to say, even he thought he could do a better job than Crosshair.

“This better be worth it” Crosshair spoke, pushing past Hunter while hitting his shoulder with his, sliding his helmet on and walking after your parents. “Why him Hunter?” Echo asked, folding his arms, “because he’s willing to do what needs to be done” Hunter said, watching his brother disappear behind the big doors until they closed. “Alright, let’s go” “uh Hunter. How long are we going to be gone for exactly?” “Long enough for him to get that attitude straight” Tech bumped in, “I believe that leaving him on a planet he’s never been on, to be a guard while we go off, will not affect his behavior on accepting and listening to you. However, it will probably only make him upset” “since when has he ever been happy?” Echo said, shaking his head since he could never think of a time Crosshair was happy. “He’ll be fine, it’s not like we’re leaving him for good”

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“This way.. Crosshair? Correct?” “Yes.” Crosshair was a lot taller than the guards at the palace, and whenever he passed some. They’d grow a little bit intimidated, but he couldn’t do anything. After all, it is a peaceful planet, so danger wouldn’t be common, right? He stopped abruptly when your parents did, almost bumping into them, he took a step back, “now, that’s all you’re doing. Just guarding her, bring her back before sundown. If she tries anything, bring her right back here” you father ordered, “mother” you parents turned to face you, making Crosshair do the same. You were a lot different than he had expected, he’s found you almost... endearing, really. He tuned out whatever you dad was saying, nodding along. Ok, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

He watched as you approached him, “I’m uh, ready” you looked down, you’ve never really been around clones, and he looked more rugged than the original stormtroopers. He gave a quick nod, you turned to wave, signaling you were leaving. You didn’t know how to start a conversation between you two, it was awkward, a bit embarrassing. He hasn’t said one word, at least you haven’t heard him say anything, you pulled the hood over your head further, wanting to just disappear into it instead of walking around with a stranger you’ve never seen who now has to guard you. You’d rather have one of your guards, they were easy to talk to, you were about to open the door but the Clone did, letting you walk through until he closed it, standing behind you once again. “Vor entye” you thanked him

“You know Mando’a?” He started, you looked at him wide eyed, not expecting him to speak so soon. “I do, my mother taught me. My father doesn’t know any, you?” You asked, looking around the streets filled with people, kids ran across playing with a ball while the adults talked and vendors were making money. “A little” you hummed, talking the left walkway first, “I assumed as much, considering you travel around the galaxy and talk to so many other people” he turned his head, “have you ever been off world?” Oh well, he might as well get to know you if he’s going to be with you for some time. “No, unfortunately. My parents won’t allow it, they don’t even trust me to take a walk by myself” you sounded upset, “and they promised me that I could have this day to myself, but yet here you are” he stopped for a second, maybe this planet wasn’t that all peaceful

He caught up to you, who was looking at the items that littered the table in front you, “so tell me, princess” he made the word princess sound silly, you rolled your eyes and turned to meet him, his helmet still hid his face, “yes, trooper?” You teased back, he wanted to know more about what really was going on behind the fake set up, if you sounded that distraught, then who knows what happens when you’re alone. “Did you want to take a walk today? Or were you made to?” You smirked at him, “my parents wanted to test my social skills. l, I guess you could put it that way. They’re just getting me ready” you turned back around, walking to another shop.

This didn’t seem that hard, maybe he could find out before the day ended, “ready? For?” You scoffed, “are you really asking me that?” He wasn’t expecting for the snap back, he’s never been around royalty so he stood there, waiting for your explanation, “for marriage? Two planets or two cities come together?” You even motioned it to him, he only watched, nodding along when he finally pieced it all together. “And how, is this going to help?” He asked, as you paid for the item you bought and put it in the bag you carried. He offered to carry it for you, and you reluctantly gave it to him, he swung it over his shoulder, next to his rifle. “Well, I could find out what my ‘husband’ would want for dinner. Clothes, etc. etc.” you explained, “I thought royalty got whatever they wanted” “that’s probably what non royalty think. But we’re just like everyone else, we still have to pay. And the Queen, Princess, Bride whatever you want to call them, still have to have their priorities set straight. It’s not fair that my parents met off world on their own planets when I can’t. They’re finding one for me”

He nodded his head, now he understood. He watched you as grabbed something again, his eyes followed the person he seen lurking around the shop. Looking over at you every now and then, he moved closer, “and does everyone have priorities?” He asked, motioning the civilians. “Mm, no. Some yes, they do, others don’t, why?” You faced him, looking around to see what he was worried about, “just wondering” “I see, well. I don’t feel like buying anything really, come on” you pulled his hand, he was not ready for that. He followed around like a lost puppy, his face red underneath the helmet. He barely held your hand back, unsure if you wanted him to hold it or not. “Come on, I want to show you something”

You both weaved through the crowd, he wouldn’t admit that even he was excited to see what you had to show him. Once he notice you slow down, he knew what you meant, it was a small clearing with the two suns. “Tell me..” “Crosshair” “Crosshair, what’s it like out there? Is it pretty? Better than here?” He looked over at where you were looking. He sighed out, “not exactly, some planets may look nice, but they’re still bad out there” “oh... what about the planets. Are there a lot? I mean I know are, but I feel like there’s limit to them” it bothered him knowing that you were so closed in and you didn’t know much about off world. “There are many planets, some, better than others” you looked at him, his hand went up to his helmet, pulling it off. You quickly turned away, shielding your hands from his face

“What are you doing?” He asked “I thought you might like privacy” you frantically said, he almost laughed, “no, you’re fine” “a-are you sure, because most people like you don’t take their helmet off in front of other people” he pushed your hands down, “what, other people?” He questioned, you slowly faced him, taking in his features, “people like.. Mandalorians” “Mandalorians?” “Yeah, he have quite a few visit every now and then” he eyed you down while you pushed off your hood. He got an even better look at you, he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful. He looked down to see that he was still holding your wrists. He backed off, looking away and standing there. You frowned, maybe it was something you did.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have” you apologized, walking off and waiting for him back at the alley, he put his helmet back on. Following you, it was almost evening. You were quiet after that, now it was his turn to feel awkward. You both took your time, every waking moment he spent with you felt like he’s known you for eternity. Some moments he found that he just wanted to stare at you while you talked about what you loved and what you wanted to to do. The stars in your eyes shined, the way they lit up whenever he asked about something from your culture.

Is this how you felt when you first met him? His head hung low while still following your footsteps, he looked up to see another pair of shoes in front of you, he glared at the person behind his visor. What was he demanding from you? He couldn’t hear, but he didn’t want this to go on any further, he stood up straight, pushing you behind him as he shook his head in a ‘no’ manner to the person. Once they knew to stand down, they did, walking off shortly while he turned to face you. “They didn’t do anything, did they?” “No... no I’m fine. I think we should head back” you both didn’t travel far, is this as far as you wanted to go?

“That’s it?” He questioned, he could still see the palace from where he stood. “What is?” You asked, “this is as far as you want to go?” “It’s getting late Crosshair, I’m suppose to be back by nightfall” you both had plenty of time, but why would you want to go back so early? He stood there, baffled at how you were paranoid to be out late, and you were being controlled more than you even knew. Even he could see it when he first met you. The somewhat sad expression he noticed whenever you looked up at the sky and seen night creep closer, “come on” he grabbed your hand, pulling you along side him as he walked around with you. “Crosshair, I think it’s best to go back. My parents are going to send guards soon” he ignored your protest, you had more than enough time to go do more things.

An hour or so later, you both found yourselves in a nice restaurant, he told you everything you wanted to know. He’d gotten to know your past and what you did growing up, must have been boring. He answered all your questions you had about off world, even listening to his stories about the time he went Gino battle. He stood up, coming over to your side and holding a hand out. You noticed how comfortable he had gotten in the past few hours, he helped you up as you both walked out the restaurant, then away from the crowd and into a small field. He was still getting use to being squished by people, so being alone would comfort him a little. “Cross” you called out, his helmet under one arm as the other was wrapped around your shoulder. “What is it?” “I.. just wanted to thank you. For today, this probably has to be my first time ever, outside with this much freedom. I’m surprised you haven’t taken me back yet” “you haven’t tried anything yet” he teased, “But all good things come to end” you looked down, holding your hands as he pondered about what just happened.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted. He pushed your hood off and pushed your head up and bent down to your lips. Softly taking them in his as you fell into it. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, he was suppose to only be watching you. Your father said nothing about talking... or falling in love, did he? But if he didn’t say anything about that, then maybe he just did. He moved closer to you, your hands found their way to his sides, where his armor wasn’t protecting. He tensed under your movements. He moved away, only leaving him wanting more, so he dropped his helmet and cupped your face in his hands. Bringing you in for another, his hands wandered down your shoulders and to your hips. Settling for the your lower back as you both tried to come as close as possible.

You pulled back with a gasp, heaving breathing as your hand fell on his chest plate. “Cross, I love-” he listened carefully, he knew what you were going to say and he wanted to hear it. He just couldn’t make the first move until you did, the past hours spent with you were probably the best ones he’s ever had. Something grew between you when you two, he started the day not wanting to do this, and at the end, he would do anything to be with you again like this. “Crosshair, I hope you you took the princess back. We’re almost there” he almost commed Hunter back to shut up. You pulled away without finishing your sentence. He didn’t even get to hear it, the cold air blew against the warmth you provided him, he shivered a little, expecting you to come back. “He’s right Crosshair. We should head back” “Y/n” “no, it’s getting late. I don’t want you getting in trouble” you said as you picked his helmet up off the ground and pushed it towards him. Walking off as he followed behind.

“Crosshair” Hunter commed again, trying to call for his brother but Crosshair could only think about the past minute. How you were so close he could feel the beating of your heart through his armor. The warmth you brought him and your soft gentle touches along his side. Was this love? Had he actually found someone to stay with? Or was this his feelings messing with him, he’s never been so close to someone before, And he definitely did not mind you being. “Crosshair” “what. What. What?” He finally answer back, snapping at his brother for ruining something he never thought he wanted. He kept an eye on you as you walked back to the palace, “we’re talking with the King and Queen, once you bring her back is when we’ll get paid. So I suggest you hurry” “you’ve told me before, you don’t need to tell me again.” He turned off his radio, catching up to you

The people who came too close to you were shoved out of the way since it also scared him that if you did come back late, guards would come, and his brothers were at the palace, that would mean there would be many there. He wondered just how many suitors were in line for you, how you spoke about not wanting to marry any of them earlier. Why would you kiss him? All the thinking about love and his feelings were giving him a headache, particularly where his chip use to be. He shook his head trying to rid the feeling, the large doors were now in front of the both of you. You looked hesitant to knock, “Y/n” he called out, his modulator matching his hushed tone. You looked over, his gloved hands tried to hold yours, the shadows from the door blocked the view of anyone looking, “yes, Crosshair?” Your voice. So frail, so soft.

He took his helmet off as you slid your hood off as well. He rested his helmet under his arm, while he took off his glove. He pulled you closer, this was probably the only time he’ll ever get to do this again, he brought the flower he held behind his back, fixing it into your hair as he pushed it back. “Tell me you love me” he can’t believe that he actually said that, but it was true, he couldn’t love you until you said you did, and you almost did. “Cross, I love you” it didn’t sound as real as before, but he took it nonetheless. The doors started to open, “I love you too Mesh’la” he gave you one last kiss, pulling your hood up to hide the flower, then sliding his helmet on before acting like he only did what he was suppose too. Your hand left his side as he felt the snap of a button and stood up again

He let you walk through, following until you both went and met your parents. Another group of Clones just like Cross were there too, “Y/n, how was your day?” You mother asked, fixing your clothes and making you presentable. “It was fine” the others thought you spoke fine and how royalty should, but Cross knew that it was just a play. Fake. “Now, how do we thank Crosshair?” Your father asked, pushing you forward to him, you didn’t want to make it seem like you had gotten comfortable around him. “Thank you, Crosshair, for today” you didn’t look at him, the feelings would only come back. Crosshair looked around making sure his brothers weren’t listening before speaking, “You’re welcome...Cyar’ika” you only hoped your mother hadn’t heard. You turned and seen her talking to the other Clones and your father, you smiled and shook your head at Crosshair. You could see by how his armor moved he laughed a little as well. “Go on a clean up now” your mother ushered you as gave Crosshair one last smile before leaving.

He didn’t even get to tell you that he would see you again. That may have not been true, and he knows he might not ever see you again, he watched as his Hunter grabbed the boxful of credits. He was getting paid from his happiness from, love, if you will. He didn’t do or say anything when your father thanked him one last time, the Batch looked at him then left. He was quiet on the way back, even Tech tried to start a conversation with him. Back on the Marauder, everyone went their separate ways, Crosshair went to his bed, Echo not to far, while Wrecker and Omega played with Lula and Batcher. Hunter and Tech were up at the front figuring out where to go next. Crosshair put his stuff away, standing his rifle up against the wall and his Helmet on his cleaning kit. Then he remembered your bag!

He took it off, looking through it only to find a few flowers and, a teddy bear much like Lula? He stifled a laugh, he sat it up on his bed and put your bag in his locker. He reached to grab whatever was in his pocket around his belt, and it was your necklace. When did you give it to him? Was it when you first bought something? Or at the restaurant maybe? It didn’t matter, he felt bad for not giving it back. “That looks like the doll I told my friend to get” Omega pointed out, Crosshair only scoffed, and leaned forward to rest his head in his hands. “I heard she got it today, at the market” he attention piqued since he was at the market with ‘Omegas friend’ that was a ‘she’ “what’s her name?” He asked, looking over at Omega while she held Lula and pretended to play with the doll that he had. “Y/n, she lives here too, but I didn’t get a chance to see her since we were doing that mission” his eyes widen at your name. You. You were friend with Omega? He nodded, maybe you were going to see each other again soon.

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This request was from long ago and I’m so sorry. I wanted to make it better but I have other, so part 2 will be even better. I promise!

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Hi there! So I’ve learned that I can’t focus on multiple big fics at the same time. That means I’ll be focusing entirely on Scattered Cicadas until it’s completed! Yay!

This chapter is an important one so pay attention! Hope you enjoy!

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Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Eleven: Soul Searching

Tang gets into an argument with himself.

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He was, once again, in the uninteresting, featureless cave. The voices seemed to blend together as they called out in concern. His name had almost lost meaning at this point with how many times he had heard it. He didn’t even bother closing his eyes as the golden light enveloped him.

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Tang was tired.

How long had it been since this all started?

He had been experiencing these time jumps for what felt like an eternity. He’d lost count on the exact number of cycles he had lived through more than a few centuries ago.

It had been somewhere in the 800’s from what he could remember.

Tang was exhausted.

How old was he now?

He certainly didn’t feel the 41 that his body usually started out as each cycle. Each jump tended to last a year with a few outliers lasting two to four and the exceptionally rare occasions where it was hundreds of years before the start of the baseline events.

He was certainly much older than even Wukong at this point.

Tang was weary.

Did the new memories each cycle granted count towards his age?

They were vivid and detailed, so while he may not have personally experienced them, it felt like he had. The amount of times he had been the immortal Tripitaka instead of just his reincarnation would probably double his age from the memories alone.

If he factored them in, it was probably somewhere in the tens of thousands range.

Tang was fatigued.

In all these years, all the cycles and resets, how much headway had he made in figuring out what was happening?

None. Zilch. Nada.

He had scoured libraries, both mortal and celestial, learning many wonderful things. But he still was empty handed when it came to discovering what was causing his current existence.

He worried that the information he sought was entirely unique to his original timeline.

Tang was so tired.

He was close to giving up, resigning himself to this fate of infinite cycles. He could instead focus his energy fully into being there for his family.

There was a certain appeal to the idea, one that felt almost temptatious. All he needed to do was let go and give himself up in his entirety to their well-being.

Tang gave a sigh as he followed MK up the steps of Flower Fruit Mountain.

These melancholy thoughts were getting harder and harder to shake. Talking to Sandy helped somewhat, but his flame of hope was slowly dwindling.

He didn’t like to think of what he would become when it finally died.

Tang shook his head and did his best to refocus.

He was here for MK, not himself. His kid needed his help.

This cycle was particularly nasty on the young man’s mental health.

There had been cycles where he had been the actual reincarnation of Wukong and had been trained by a clone his past self had left behind, but this was worse.

This time, he was Wukong.

When the Monkey King had sealed away the Demon Bull King, he had sealed himself as well. His memories, his powers, his personality, all locked away and leaving behind a baby MK many years later.

MK hadn’t known until he had visited Flower Fruit Mountain for the first time looking for the Monkey King. Instead, he was greeted by the spirit of Tripitaka who had told him the truth and promptly left.

MK wasn’t handling it well. The pressure and responsibility had made it obvious that something was hurting him.

Tang and the others hadn’t found out exactly what was going on until they had been kidnapped by Macaque who threatened to kill them if “the real Wukong” refused to show himself. MK had saved them, but revealed himself in the process.

(The amount of times MK had become a monkey over the course of the cycles should have made Tang prepared, but it was downright shocking to see him look exactly like Wukong.)

They had managed to reassure him that they still considered him to be their MK, but it was obvious he had been agonizing over it for some time.

Which brought him back to the present.

It didn’t happen often where Tang and Tripitaka were entirely separate people with unique souls, but it did occasionally occur. Not often enough to be anything but an outlier though.

Tang was not pleased with how this version of his past life had treated his son. He planned on having words with him.

“This is it,” MK said, snapping Tang out of his thoughts. “This is where he appeared.”

MK had led him to a statue of the ancient monk. Tang couldn’t ever remember one being here in previous timelines.

“Why’d you want to come here again?”

“Well, I was hoping that by praying for guidance, we could perhaps get some first hand knowledge about the Monkey King to help you adjust to your powers.,” Tang explained as he began setting up a makeshift altar with the supplies he’d brought with him. The items he placed on the small fold-able table seemed normal enough, but were actually the components needed for a summoning ritual to call a spirit and commune with it.

Not that MK needed to know that.

“Do you really think this will work?”

“Only one way to find out.” Tang lit the incense he had placed and knelt before the statue and altar. MK quickly joined him on the ground as he began the incantation. Luckily, it sounded enough like a plea for help as opposed to a spell so he wasn’t questioned.

As he spoke, the statue began to glow a bright yellow and there was a slight tugging sensation in his chest. It was probably just the ritual creating an anchor between him and the spirit he was invoking.

Once he finished, the light separated from the statue, coalescing into the transparent form of Tripitaka. MK gaped while Tang gave a respectful bow. The monk seemed surprised for a moment before offering the pair a patient smile.

“Ah, my student,” the spirit said. “I had not expected to see you again so soon. How may I be of assistance?”

“Well, uh, Mr. Tripitaka sir,” MK said while rubbing the back of his head. “My friend Tang here thought it would be a good idea to get some, uh, stories about my past? He thinks it could help me get used to my powers if I heard about them first hand.”

“Indeed?” Tripitaka stared at Tang for a long moment before turning back to MK and smiling. “A more than reasonable request. I’d be happy to reminisce about our time together.”

The next hour was spent listening to Tripitaka as he told stories about the Monkey King. MK was completely enthralled by the tales, his tail swishing in excitement. Tang only half paid attention, making sure to have a polite smile on his face and keeping the incense lit to keep the spell going.

Tripitaka would eye him knowingly whenever he did so, but didn’t comment.

“Now, my dear student,” Tripitaka said after finishing one of the stories. “I have a request for you.”

“Sure,” MK hopped up and began bouncing eagerly. “What do you need?”

“Could you give your friend and I some privacy?” Tang sat up at that and MK blinked in surprise. “I have some things I wish to discuss with him that may potentially be… confidential.”

Tang scowled at the monk. That made it sound like he didn’t trust MK.

“Oh...” MK’s shoulders predictably drooped a bit. “I mean, if you really don’t want to tell me…”

“That’s not-”

“It’s okay MK,” Tang reassured, his interruption earning a brief frown from the monk. “He said it was only potentially confidential. I’m sure I’ll be able to let you know about anything important.”

“If you say so.” MK glanced suspiciously between the two serenely smiling figures, seeming to sense the tension, before he shrugged. “I guess I’ll go see if the stories helped with figuring out my powers.”

Once he was out of sight, the scholar and monk dropped their peaceful facades and glared hard at each other.

“Who are you and how were you able to summon me?” Tripitaka narrowed his eyes in accusation. “This ritual should not have been able to work on me.”

“Well it looks like it did anyway,” Tang said, glaring back. “I’m not sure I feel obligated to answer the questions of a master who mistreats their student.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You left MK alone.” Tang let all his anger show, making the monk step back in hesitation. “You showed up, dropped an emotionally devastating revelation, gave him an impossible responsibility, and then you left.”

“My purpose was to-”

“I don’t give a damn what your ‘purpose’ was supposed to be,” Tang snarled. “MK may not be Sun Wukong any more, but he’s still the Monkey King. He’s still your student.

“And when he needed you the most, you abandoned him.”

Tripitaka flinched as if he had been struck, his face pulled into a pained grimace.

Tang didn’t care. He had started the process of getting things off his chest and let the freeing momentum of it carry him.

“In all the times he’s returned to this mountain, not once did you reappear to offer reassurance or guidance.”

“I- I didn’t think-”

“Oh that much is obvious.” Tang had quite a lot of pent up frustrations. It felt good to have an outlet to release them on. “You left MK shattered and didn’t even think he would need help picking up the pieces!

“If you’re so wise, why didn’t you know how hard this would have been for him?

“If you’re so benevolent, why did you leave him to suffer in silence?

“If we’re so perceptive, why the hell did it take so long for us to notice his pain?”

Tripitaka straightened at that. His expression changed from shame, to confusion, and finally shocked understanding.

“If we’re so smart,” Tang was screaming now, tears flowing down his face as the years of bottled up emotions poured out, “then why can’t we figure out this damn curse we’re under?!

“Why?!” Tang pounded the ground with his fists as he sobbed. “Why?! Why? Why…”

Tripitaka knelt next to the scholar, waiting patiently as the sobs eventually subsided. He spoke only when Tang’s breathing had evened out.

“You’re my reincarnation, aren’t you?”

Tang jerked up in surprise at that. He had been under the assumption that this was one of those rare cycles where he had a separate soul from Tripitaka. If that wasn’t the case then…

“You aren’t actually Tripitaka.”

“No,” the monk confirmed with a sad smile. “I am merely a copy of his memories and essence given form and limited autonomy. I was sealed into this statue for the purpose of guiding my student when he eventually returned.”

Tripitaka gave a sigh and looked away in shame.

“As you’ve pointed out, I haven’t been doing a very good job at that.”

“I- Yeah, kind of.” Tang winced. “I didn’t mean to go off on you that much.”

“Don’t apologize,” the spirit said. “It was a truth I needed to hear. Not everyone would have been as honest or even brave enough to chastise someone as ‘wise’ as myself.” Tripitaka bowed his head in respect. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Tripitaka straightened and gave Tang a smile before turning serious.

“Now, you being my reincarnation explains why you were able to summon me from the statue, as I am essentially a part of you.” Tang supposed that was the tugging sensation he had felt earlier, before returning his attention back to the monk.

Tripitaka stared directly into the scholar’s eyes, concern written in his own.

“But what was that part about being under a curse?”

Whoops.

He hadn’t meant to let that slip.

“I can’t tell you.” Tang sighed and shook his head, as that wasn’t entirely accurate. “I want to tell you. Part of the curse is that whenever I tell someone about it, they’ll forget the conversation even happened a few minutes later.”

“That sounds incredibly frustrating,” Tripitaka said, his voice full of understanding and compassion. “You must feel terribly lonely.”

“You have no idea,” Tang said with a groan, laying backwards onto the ground. Tripitaka hummed, seeming to be lost in thought.

“If the curse disallows anyone except for you to know about it,” he mused out loud, “and I am an aspect of your soul's past life… Or, essentially, if that means I am you...”

Tang shot up into a seated position as he caught on.

“Then you might be immune to the curse’s effects,” he finished excitedly.

“Precisely. It’s at least worth a try.” Tripitaka shifted into a more comfortable position. “So tell me about this curse.”

Tang took a breath. What did he have to lose at this point?

So he told him.

He told him about the cycles.

He told him about the many different changes to the timeline.

He told him about dying.

He told him about the love he felt for his family.

He told him how tired he was.

He told him about losing hope of ever finding a way home.

He told him everything, and Tripitaka patiently listened.

Tang sat catching his breath for a few moments after finishing, his throat raw from both the earlier outburst and from how long it took to relay his story.

He hadn’t felt this light in decades.

It would hurt if the monk would forget, but the catharsis had been worth it.

There was silence for a while as they waited to see what would happen.

“Now that,” Tripitaka said after several minutes, a grin slowly growing on his face, “is quite the curse.”

Tang could have melted in relief.

“Oh thank the Heavens,” he breathed, wiping away fresh tears.

It worked!

“I have never been too knowledgeable when it comes to spells or magical effects,” Tripitaka admitted, before smirking at his reincarnation. “I’m sure you probably knew that already though with the amount of times you’ve been me.”

“Remind me to tell you about the cycle where we were a sorcerer researching magic,” Tang said with a chuckle. It felt so good to be able to talk about this with someone. Even if it was a copy of his past life.

“Truly? Fascinating. We are getting off topic however.” Tripitaka became serious once again. “I may not know as much as you currently do, but I can certainly tell that this is no common affliction. It is a much too complicated and in depth effect to be a simple curse anyone could cast in passing.

“You aren’t physically moving between times, or else you would have stayed dead the first time you had passed or would have aged until death had you not.

“The most interesting part is that you always awaken as a version of yourself. This makes me believe that this curse isn’t just affecting your mind, but is tied directly to your soul.

“You have probably already come to the same conclusions.”

“Yes I have,” Tang said with a sigh. “But I’ve never been able to find anything on what could cause a soul to jump across timelines.”

“Hmmm…” Tripitaka gazed off into the distance in thought. “Perhaps you are focusing on the wrong thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have been researching the what of this curse, but not the why.” The monk turned his attention back to Tang, his eyes lit with the satisfaction of figuring something out. “There are a countless number of things that can affect a soul. Far too many to properly look into even without the complications of the random changes to the histories of the worlds you visit.

“What is most important to answer here is why your soul continues to move between time.

“If the point of the curse was to banish your soul to an alternate timeline, then why didn’t it just stop after the first jump? Why do you continue to travel between these realities at set intervals?

“By working backwards from why the curse works the way it does, the what will surely be revealed in time.”

“That’s… That’s brilliant!” Tang frowned, his excitement dowsed as he thought of a complication. “But how am I supposed to figure that out?”

“Have you tried examining your soul? Perhaps that could provide some answers.”

“Examine my soul?” Tang blinked in confusion. “How would I do that?”

“Do you not know how to manifest your soul outside your body,” Tripitaka asked, genuinely surprised.

“You can do that?”

“Yes. Or at least, this reality’s version of your past life could.” Tripitaka squinted in confusion for a moment. “You must get your tenses mixed up quite a bit from all this.”

“Remind me to tell you about the cycles that involved time travel.”

“Oh that sounds like a headache just waiting to happen.” The monk shook his head. “Anyway, your past self had to use this ability in order to create me. Since I have all his memories up to that point, I know how to do it as well. I should be able to guide you through the process.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Take my hands and begin meditating. I’ll be able to do most of the work from there.”

Tang took the monk’s hands and took a few steady breaths. Meditation came easy to the scholar after the many cycles of being the monk across from him.

He ignored the strange feeling of something moving through his arms and into his chest and focused. He soon fell into a relaxing trance.

“Oh my!” Tripitaka’s gasp broke Tang’s concentration and he opened his eyes.

Floating between him and Tripitaka was what he assumed was his soul.

It was a collection of bright golden-yellow threads wrapped loosely into the outline of a sphere with empty space making up the majority of its center. Knots of light were randomly placed across the strands and one had a thread pointing off away from the sphere, seeming to stretch infinitely into the distance.

“This is unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” Tripitaka said, examining the soul closely.

“So I assume souls aren’t supposed to look like this?”

“Certainly not! Souls usually manifest as whole spheres of light.” The monk leaned in to look at the thread that was leading away from the rest of the soul. “It looks like yours has been unraveled like a ball of yarn.”

“Unraveled?” Tang swallowed nervously at that. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s not as bad as it being shattered would have been,” Tripitaka said absently. “Your soul, stretched thin as it is, still seems to be completely intact.” The monk blinked as he sat back up. “I think I’ve figured out how this curse works.”

“Don’t you mean why?”

“Practically the same question at this point,” Tripitaka dismissed. “The point is your soul has been scattered across time and space, but not shattered. It is still a complete soul.

“The reason why you’ve been jumping across these timelines is that you are following the thread of your soul to recollect the scattered pieces, or knots to go back to the yarn comparison. Each time a new cycle begins, your soul merges with the missing piece found there.

“You are literally winding your soul back together.

“I’m not sure why the cycles last a year, but my best guess is that’s how long it takes for your soul to find the next piece.”

“So that means the farther away the cycle starts from my original timeline,” Tang contributed, “the longer it takes to find the next piece. That’s why the cycles that start hundreds of years before my base time last as long as they do.”

“A reasonable assumption.” Tripitaka focused, and Tang’s soul floated gently back into his chest. “You still seem to be missing a fair amount of your soul however. You’ve already been doing this for quite some time, so I can’t even imagine how much longer it would take to collect the remaining pieces.

“But you now know why this curse works the way it does. This effect is so specific, I can’t imagine many things could have caused it.

“Once you find out what could have done this, I have no doubt you’ll be able to reverse it and return home.”

Tang’s eyes began to water once again.

The thought of continuing to be trapped in these cycles until he collected the entirety of his soul was terrifying. He had already been at this for so long.

But now there was a new hope.

He had a new lead he could follow in his research. Something specific and tangible he could look for.

For the first time in countless years, Tang felt the weight of helplessness and despair lift away.

“Thank you.” Tang let his tears fall freely as he held tightly to Tripitaka’s hands. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, my child.” The monk squeezed Tang’s hands comfortingly. “If you ever feel the weight of your burden become too much to handle during this cycle, please come and speak to me. I’d be more than happy to offer a supportive ear.

“For now though, I do believe you are almost out of incense. It is time for me to say goodbye to you and my student who should really know better than to eavesdrop.”

There was a scrambling noise behind Tang and he turned to find MK nervously peeking out from behind a nearby boulder.

Tang laughed at the expression on MK’s face at being caught. He hadn’t felt this joyful in a long time.

“I’m sorry! I was just worried that you guys were going to fight and-!”

“You aren’t in trouble, my student,” Tripitaka said. “In fact, I should be the one apologizing to you. Your friend here was quite correct to be angry with how I’ve neglected to be there for you.

“I should have told you how to contact me during our first meeting so that you could have had someone to talk to about all of this. Instead I simply fulfilled my original duty and considered my work done.

“That was wrong of me to do. You are a wonderful person, Xiǎotiān, and it brings me great shame to have contributed in the pain you have felt.

“I am truly sorry, and hope that one day you can forgive me.”

Tang laughed once more at the stunned look MK wore.

“Say thank you, MK,” he wheezed out after a few moments when it looked like the kid was just going to stand there.

“T-thank you Mr. Tripitaka! You really didn’t have to apologize.”

“And yet I have,” Tripitaka said with a smile. His form began to fade as the last of the incense began to burn out. “My time is up for now. If you wish to speak to me again, simply channel your power into my statue and I will appear. Please do not hesitate if you ever need advice or words of comfort. I look forward to speaking to you both soon. Farewell.”

Tripitaka vanished as the incense was finally spent, leaving the area still and quiet.

Tang began to pick up the materials he had used for the summoning, MK soon joining him.

“So… You’re really Tripitaka’s reincarnation?” MK’s voice was curious as he helped clean up the altar.

“Yes I am,” Tang answered truthfully.

“Do you remember any of it?”

“Not at all.” Not in this cycle at least.

“Are you really under a curse no one can remember if you tell them?”

“I’m honestly surprised you remember even that much,” Tang said.

“Well there was a lot said in the middle and end that I can’t,” MK admitted, “which is really weird, but I do remember that part.”

“Interesting. Yes I am under a curse. I have been for a long time”

“That sucks.” MK frowned before brightening back up. “But hey! It sounded like Tripitaka remembered when you told him! It must feel good to finally be able to tell someone about it.”

Tang returned MK’s wide grin with his own.

He no longer felt tired.

“Yes. Yes it does.”

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Here we have the explanation for the fic’s title! I’ve been waiting to reveal this one for a while.

This cycle takes place in stagemanager’s story The Lost Prince. While the fic itself doesn’t say MK learned about the truth from Tripitaka, this fanart by @smallpwbbles shows that part actually happening.

The plot is picking up from here on! Hope you’re all hanging on tight! Until next time!

[pennamesmith]

For Want of a Skeletor

Entrapta hosts a Princess Alliance meeting at the Crypto Castle and absolutely nothing goes wrong. More Skeletor stories!

*

The lights were on late in Dryl. 

Stars shone outside the windows. Entrapta sat hunched over her desk, studying datapads and readouts. A polite cough from the laboratory door caused her to look up from her work.

“Oh! I’m sorry Hordak, did I wake you?”

Her partner stepped softly into the room and shook his head. “Imp did. You know how he gets when either of us take too long to come to bed.” 

Hordak crossed the cluttered floor and joined Entrapta at the desk. He was holding Imp in his arms, and the smaller, winged clone whined plaintively when he saw her. Entrapta kept her screens on, but leaned gratefully into Hordak’s side and curled a tendril of hair around his waist. She yawned, despite herself. 

“I know. I just want to make sure I get everything right before the other princesses come over tomorrow.” She glanced back at the data, nervously tapping her fingertips together. “I’ve never hosted an Alliance meeting before! And this rescue will be our biggest mission since… well, you know. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

Hordak smiled. “Your diligence is admirable. But I also seem to recall someone telling me that imperfections are beautiful.”

Entrapta stuck out her tongue. “No fair.” 

“I’m afraid the science is sound. Come to bed, my dear.” 

The scientist scoffed, but she did not protest when Hordak gathered her up in his arms. She wrapped more of her hair around him, and Imp settled sleepily in the resulting nest. Entrapta could already feel herself drifting. 

“You will be a shining star tomorrow,” Hordak promised, as he carried his family back to rest. 

“Tomorrow,” echoed Imp.

*

The next day saw the Crypto Castle’s largest meeting room filled with princesses, dignitaries, and other honorary Alliance members. While Scorpia and Perfuma admired the tiny refreshments laid out for everyone, Mermista split her time between groaning at Sea Hawk’s boasts and trying every available chair to find the most comfortable one. Glimmer and Bow stepped uneasily around the edges of the room, watching carefully for anything that might be a trap, and Frosta followed their lead. Netossa and Spinnerella tried their best to find a chair Swift Wind could sit in. 

Adora and Catra, wearing increasingly baffled expressions, were conversing with two domestic-looking robots who sat at the head of the table next to Entrapta. One was tall and skinny, and the other wore a welded-on handlebar mustache. 

“Entrapta has parents?” Catra was asking, her face a galaxy of disbelief. 

“Adopted, technically. Or adapted,” the skinnier bot explained. “We’re Entrapta’s parental units. She built us when she was six. You must have seen the painting in the foyer.” 

“Yeah, we’ve been here pretty much the whole time,” the mustachioed model added. “You kids sure made a racket during your last few visits. What was that all about?” 

“Uh,” Adora faltered. 

To her immense relief, Hordak swept into the room at that very moment, flanked by Imp, Emily, and the reprogrammed Horde drone Entrapta had dubbed ‘Skeletor.’ 

“Welcome, everyone,” Hordak boomed, bringing the gathering to a respectful hush. 

“Witless fools! I’m in charge now! And if you know what’s good for you you’ll do as I say!” Skeletor shouted. 

Hordak scowled and shooed the fussing robot away from the table. “Pay no mind to that one,” he grumbled once he’d regained the floor. “Now then. Please allow me the honor of introducing the unparalleled mind who has made this operation possible, Princess Entrapta.” 

“Thank you all for coming!” Entrapta started, while everyone took their seats. “I know you’re all excited about what we’re planning, but there’s still a lot of preparation to do before we can take off. As the chief science officers for this mission, it’s vital that Hordak and I gather as much data on your abilities as possible! Interdimensional travel is severely unpredictable and —” 

“Hold on,” Mermista interrupted. “Exactly how high are the chances of us getting mutated by cosmic space energy or whatever? Because I only want cool mutations, not gross ones.” 

“Maybe thirty, thirty-five percent?” Entrapta guessed. She shrugged. “A lot of this is theoretical. You guys will be like my guinea pigs! By which I mean the small robotic animals in the castle I protect and care for. And experiment on, sometimes.” 

She laughed heartily. Glimmer and Bow shared a nervous glance. Perfuma turned slightly green. 

Entrapta regained her composure and pointed back to the display board. “Ahem. Anyway, the good news is we already know some things about where we’re going! Probably.” She shuffled her notes, gaining confidence as she spoke.

“Before Adora found the Sword of Protection, historians debated ancient records of She-Ra. Some claimed she was called ‘Her-Ra’ and fought for the ‘Power of Grayskull.’ But I theorize that what those archaeologists actually uncovered was evidence of —”

“I have a question!” Frosta yelled. “Will there be hunky guys in the other dimension? I’m asking for a friend.”

“It’s funny you mention that, actually,” Entrapta replied. “Listen, just let me finish and…” 

Unfortunately, anxious impatience had already gripped the assembled Alliance members. They clamored with questions, all talking at the same time. Entrapta shrank back in her seat and pulled her welding mask down, seeming to reach for something under the table. 

Hordak stood up. Just as it looked like he was about to do something violent, a loud alarm sounded and the lights in the room flashed red. 

“Uh-oh.” Entrapta glanced around at the assembled company. “Um, get ready to tuck and roll everybody!”

“Get ready to what?” Mermista cried out, but it was already too late. Multiple trap doors swung open across the meeting room floor, and with flailing limbs and startled shouts the guests were sent tumbling down chutes in every direction. In moments they had all vanished.

“I always feel so much better after doing something bad!” Skeletor cackled. “Now we begin phase two!” 

*

Adora and Catra, who had clung to each other as they fell, landed with a bump in a darkened, underground space. As soon as they arrived, bright lights flickered to life and a huge screen lit up against the wall. 

Entrapta’s face appeared on the monitor, larger than life. “Oh good! You’re alive,” she chirped when she saw the other two. 

Adora clambered to her feet. “Entrapta! What’s going on?” 

The scientist glanced away. “Well, I guess Skeletor didn’t like that we were ignoring him. So he stole my map of the castle and activated the security systems! Which means we’re all lost in the labyrinth until I can catch him. Isn’t that great?” 

“It’s something,” Catra groaned, rubbing her head. 

“Exactly! Now, without my map I can’t come find you. But if you can make it through the traps, the hallway you’re in should take you back to the meeting room. Then you’ll be safe until I can fix things!” 

The screen dimmed again before Catra or Adora could protest. Left with few other options, they turned to get a good look at whatever dangers lay ahead. 

They were standing at one end of a long corridor. Square blocks floated along its length, suspended in midair with anti-gravitational tech. An interrogative punctuation mark flashed on one, while a squat robot with painted-on angry eyebrows shambled slowly back and forth beneath it. 

Catra took it all in. “You have got to be kidding.” 

Adora had already drawn her sword and begun to venture forward. Catra was about to follow her, when something made her ears flick. A suspicious frown crossed her face.

“Hey, Adora!” Catra called. “Listen!” 

“What?” 

Catra pressed her ear to the wall. “There! Do you hear that?” 

“Obviously not,” Adora huffed. “Now stop dawdling, the first puzzle looks pretty easy.” 

Catra stayed where she was. “Hold on a second. This part of the castle feels familiar. I remember walking through here back when, uh, back when it was still Horde territory.” She coughed awkwardly, and then reached up to tilt the frame of a big-eyed kitten painting. “Look!” 

Something clicked and the wall slid open, revealing a new passageway. Distinctive laughter could be heard coming from the other end of it. A purple neon sign reading “Secret Entrance!!!” buzzed to life. 

Adora sighed and rolled her eyes. 

“One time Entrapta had me and Scorpia over for a life-size Snakemen and Ladders game that got a little out of hand,” Catra explained as they entered the tunnel. At the far end there was a brightly lit office; inside, it was filled with laboratory equipment, video monitors, and a humble but dignified desk. 

Hordak was sitting at the desk, in what appeared to be a smaller version of his old Fright Zone throne. It swiveled. Entrapta was sitting on the desk, and she waved as the other couple entered. 

“Myaah! Sleep gas and stun-rays only, my evil minions!” muttered Skeletor, who was busy working the video monitors. On closer inspection, Adora realized that each of them showed some of the other princesses as they traversed the castle labyrinth. 

“Welcome to mission control!” Entrapta sang, spreading her arms wide. “Hordak didn’t think you’d find us, but I had a hypothesis you might.” 

“It was a ruse!” Adora gasped, scandalized. “You’re not lost at all!” 

“You really need to hang out with Entrapta more if that still surprises you,” Catra observed. She looked at the monitors. “Ah, are they gonna be okay?” 

“Better than!” Entrapta sprang off the desk, hanging by her hair as she showed off multiple datapads. “Everyone was getting a little… distracted upstairs, so I just decided to speed things up a teensy bit! The princesses using their powers to escape the maze will let me get all the readings we need, and then we can have a nice little party! I had the baker make tiny cakes.” 

“I made sure Hordak’s doomberry pie was especially tasty!” Skeletor piped up. 

“And it’s all perfectly safe!” Entrapta promised. Discreetly, a ribbon of hair reached out to push a blinking button. On the monitors, Mermista and Sea Hawk were rescued from a robot shark attack by a convenient change of the currents. 

“This is hilarious,” Catra laughed, looking more closely. On one of the screens, Swift Wind was gleefully running loop-de-loops along a curving racetrack. “I think they’re actually having fun in there. Can we stay and watch?” 

“I’m afraid not,” Hordak said. She-Ra’s — and your — assessment is the most important of all. But we’d love to have you over to the castle for dinner soon. Shall we say eight o’clock next week?” 

“That sounds nice!” Adora chimed, before Catra could stop her. 

“Splendid. I’ll cook,” Hordak concluded. Then he pressed a button on his desk, and a trapdoor sent the younger women plummeting through the floor. 

Catra and Adora yelped in surprise, only for their fall to be cut short by an enormous pile of pillows on the level below. They struggled to their feet. Another corridor stretched away in front of them, filled with further challenges. Floating gold coins, each about four feet tall, indicated a pathway. 

“Try not to have too much fun,” Hordak called good-naturedly as the trapdoor slid shut. 

“Use the warp zone! It’s faster!” Entrapta added. 

“Have a nice trip down!” said Skeletor. 

*

Hordak settled back in his chair (it had soft armrests, and a cushion for lumbar support) and watched his partner at work. Entrapta flitted from screen to screen, taking notes and making adjustments. On one display, Bow and Glimmer had met up with Netossa and Spinnerella while navigating a cage minefield. On another, Frosta was making an ice bridge to help Perfuma and Scorpia cross a slow-moving spike trap. 

“I’m sorry you had to use your backup plan. They really are utter fools if they ever doubted your genius,” Hordak mused. 

“Different people have different strengths and weaknesses,” Entrapta replied, without looking up from her work. “And a good scientist collaborates whenever they can! Even if that requires a little creativity sometimes.” 

Hordak nodded. “Fair enough. Nevertheless, I would not blame you if you wished to have nothing more to do with the Princess Alliance. Even their attempts to help you can seem… insensitive. You’re not obligated to forgive that.” 

Skeletor looked up from his control panel and shook a fist. “Don’t you get awfully tired of being a hero all the time? Don’t you ever feel like doing something evil?” 

“They’re trying to be good friends,” Entrapta defended. “And so am I. And if I really did need their help, maybe things would be different. But I’ve got it all under control!” 

She vaulted across the room, flipping switches and turning dials along the way. On the monitors, Perfuma’s fall from a tall platform was gently broken by a sudden anti-gravitational field. 

“Besides, forgiveness isn’t always about the person being forgiven. It’s also about taking back potential energy that was lost.” 

“Did you learn that in my brother’s therapy group?” Hordak asked. 

Entrapta smirked. “Actually, he got it from me.” 

A pleasant ding sounded and Entrapta clapped her hair. “Hooray, everyone made it back! I’ll calculate the high scores and then we can continue the social experiment!” 

“You astonish me every day,” Hordak purred as he rose to follow her. Entrapta put out her hand, and he took it. 

“Wait for me!” Skeletor cried out. “You might get lost by yourself!” 

*

One week later, a much smaller gathering of royals met in Dryl. 

Catra and Adora sat together in one of the Crypto Castle’s least intimidating dining rooms, listening with barely-contained delight as Entrapta’s parental units thoroughly embarrassed their former boss. 

“...And so I said to him, ‘I have charging ports Hordak, can you download raw data offa me?’ Ha! Oh, you shoulda seen his face!” 

Hordak slouched in his chair. “I do not think we need to bore our guests with the details of this particular story,” he protested, feebly. 

“Oh, I’m not bored at all! I want to hear everything,” Catra said. She leaned forward, grinning. “So, was this before or after you hooked him up to the lie detector?” 

Entrapta giggled, and gave Hordak a gentle pat on the shoulder as she reached for another helping of his tiny quiche. All things considered, the night was going surprisingly well. 

It was exactly what Entrapta wanted. 

After dinner, wheeled bots carted away the leftovers and dirty dishes. Hordak poured coffee for himself and Adora, and the parental units retired to wherever it was they lived in the cavernous castle. Entrapta, lost in thought as usual, felt a familiar feline presence approach her. 

“Thank you,” Catra said, sincerely. “Not just for this. For everything. For being so nice all the time. For making this mission happen. It means a lot to me.” 

Entrapta smiled softly. “To me, too. Everyone makes mistakes. It would be a shame not to learn from them when we can.” 

“Did you say something?” Skeletor squawked, suddenly materializing in the doorway. 

Entrapta, unbothered, immediately produced a datapad. “Oh we’re just talking about the big rescue mission! Actually, you should probably take a look at my data, Skeletor. I haven’t told you much yet, and we might need you!” She held the blinking screen out happily. 

Skeletor looked at the datapad. At first he seemed confused; then he boggled as he registered the information in front of him. “Eternia?” he gasped in disbelief. “Grayskull?” 

His voice rose to a fevered pitch. “He-Man!”

For once, Skeletor had no words. He shrieked incomprehensibly instead, fists shaking. 

Hordak chuckled. “It’ll be just like the old days!” 

Skeletor screamed. 

[kitkat1003]

Who Are You Really?

Just who is Yin Spirit?

Anyway finally made a Spirit fic 

Cover Here

Ao3 link

Chapter 1: Escape

Spirit has been scared for a long, long time.

Not for forever, because there used to be good times.  Good times were the days spent scampering through the forest and eating anything they could off of bushes and trees, finding out what was good and not while hiding from the predators that could never catch them.  Good times were days following Mom around the Inn, helping mix up medicines and salves and watching as she fixed wounds and illnesses as if they were mere inconveniences rather than life threatening.  Good times were scritches behind their ears, nights curled up on a branch or in a soft bed next to someone who cared, where there was nothing to cause nightmares yet.

But the good times are behind them.

They have been for a long, long time.

But Spirit won’t let that get them down!  They’ve been around for...well, they lost count of the years a while back, because Mom was the one who kept count and they didn’t feel like asking.  They wonder if they’re timeless, if they just keep going because no one has told them to stop.

They’ve told themself to stop plenty of times, but it never sticks.

But they have a day job!  Sure, it doesn’t pay anything, but going around and helping spirits move on is something they think their Mom would be proud of.  One of their eyes, the one their mom helped fix, can spot spirits without any trouble and that makes the job easier.  

It’s the one on the left side of their face.  The lonely one.

They’re good with their blades and they can fight off the occasional mean spirit if they happen to pop in.  They’ve been busier, too, since they can’t rely on mortals to fend for themselves in smaller cases anymore.

Mortals wouldn’t know what to do, because the types of mortals who knew how to fend off spirits, who knew the sigils and magic necessary for self-protection, those died off long ago.  Peacetime breeds lack of preparation; those traditions and that vigilance was lost to time.  A lack of consistent danger leads to laziness.

Spirit isn’t lazy.  There’s always danger.

The job is a bit lonely, though.  Spirit doesn’t interact with humans without a disguise, because monkey demons seem to cause more of a stir than others.  Spirit thinks Monkey King is the reason behind it, but then again, Monkey King has been missing for a while.  And everyone blames Monkey King for everything.  Demons and Gods alike hate him.  Spirit’s pretty sure the name Sun Wukong is banned from being said in the heavenly palace, even.

They duck behind a building and through a secret passageway a few miles out from the nearest city.

They do have a second job, after all.

Bull clones greet them, red eyes glancing over them before moving out of the way so Spirit can enter.  They pass through the very, very lavish halls of the building, down towards the basement.  

Or, well, down towards the workshop.

They can tell Red Son is up in a tizzy, because things get hotter and hotter the deeper they go in.  That usually means that Red Son is upset.  He’s been upset more often lately.

Spirit tries not to think about how it’s probably because Princess Iron Fan has become someone who no longer reminds them of their Mom; rather, she’s more like their other parent.

“Hi Red!” they greet, and Red Son really is in a mood, because he scowls at the nickname.

He’s hunched over his desk, hair wild.  It flickers, whipping around like actual flames rather than the controlled shapes Red Son prides himself in styling, and Red Son’s hands burn the metal tools he holds.  When he flips up his welding mask, there are bags under his eyes, his pupils burning with exhaustion.

Spirit winces at the sight.

“I am Red Son!  Address me as such!” he shouts.

Spirit flinches back a little.  Sometimes Red Son’s shouting is easy to handle and other times they want to curl into a ball until the storm passes.  This is more of the latter.

“Sorry,” Spirit mutters, and they mean it.  “I keep forgetting.  You used to be Red Boy, you know?  I get them mixed up, so saying Red makes sure I’m right no matter what!”

Red Son glances over at them and softens.  It’s a secret, but Red Son has always been a little soft.  Soft isn’t what a Princess Iron Fan needs, though, so Red Son has put his heart on the shelf, so to speak.  

It’s admirable.  Spirit knows that as a kid, you have to do a lot to keep your parents happy, or else you won’t be good enough anymore and you’ll have to go.  They hadn’t told Red Son that when they’d met, but they’re glad Red Son learned before anything too drastic happened.  Princess Iron Fan hadn’t seemed like that type of parent when Spirit had first met her, but ever since Demon Bull King was sealed away…

Spirit sees less of Princess Iron Fan every time they visit.  It’s likely for the best.

“You may call me Red in private.  Not in public.  Or around mother,” Red Son acquiesces.

Spirit smiles, warm.

“Thanks Red.” They reach into their pocket, pulling out a mechanical piece.  “And here!  That part you wanted!”

Red Son snatches it from their hands, and they jerk back at the violent motion, a shot of fear jolting up their spine.

“About time!” he snarls, but there’s no heat to it.  Spirit knows Red Son enough to know when the anger is more performative, though they’re still a little wary regardless.

“It took a bit to find, you know.  I was as fast with it as I could be, you know that,” Spirit assures.  They take their favors very seriously, after all.  If they fulfilled it in a less than perfect fashion, it might not count, and if it didn’t count then that would mean that they could get hurt.

“Yes,” Red Son mutters.  “Adequate work.”

“That brings you up to…” Spirit pulls out their nifty favor book, flipping through the pages until they spot Red Son’s name.  “Ten favors!” They tally it down.

Ten favors means Spirit can mess up ten times and not get hurt.  Ten favors means ten degrees of safety, ten layers of protection.  It’s another blanket of relief.

Red Son doesn’t deign that with a reply, setting the part onto the workbench and turning it around.  He measures it out.

“This is more than enough material,” he mutters, glancing over at Spirit questioningly.

Spirit rubs the back of their neck, sheepish.

“Yeah, I know you said a specific size, but finding flame resistant, rust resistance, magically reinforced metal in a specific size isn’t easy!  But, I got this lazer thing,” Spirit reaches into their pocket and pulls it out.  “It’s tuned to the specific enchantment so you can use it to cut the metal!  And you can keep the extra material!”  They hand it over to Red Son.

Red Son rolls the device around in his hand, before glancing up at Spirit, seemingly unimpressed.

“I thought it was nifty…” Spirit mutters.  They would have thought Red Son would like to have extra material.  He’s always got another invention on the backburner, so more stuff is better, right?  And they brought him a new laser cutter thing!  What’s wrong with that?

Then again, Red Son has been a bit more particular about perfection as of late, so that could be the issue.

Spirit chews on the inside of their cheek and tries to not take it personally.  Why bother, when fighting back will lead to nothing but regret and pain?  They’re not strong, and they know that.  If they were strong, they’d still have four eyes and a mom.  So it’s easier to let it slide off their back than make a fuss.

Even if it does hurt a little.  But that’s fine.

“I suppose it’ll do.” Red Son slides down his welding mask and starts cutting the metal down to size.

Spirit watches, rocking back and forth on their feet, because watching Red Son work is always fun.  They used to watch their mom work, whenever there was a patient, and she’d always ask them to grab this herb or that gauze.  From start to end, Spirit would see their mom fix up any health issue with practiced, simple movements.  Always graceful and soft.

In contrast Red Son is very animated, when he’s in the zone, with sharp, harsh motions and dangerous flames that have them stepping back a few times.  Still, Spirit has been getting a lot of parts for whatever it is Red Son is making, so it almost feels the same.  It’s a wonderful feeling, to be able to help in the creation of something, whether it be a healed patient or...

“What’s all this stuff for?” they ask, because now that they think about it, they were never told.

Red Son freezes, and Spirit takes that reaction as reason for why they weren’t told.  They take another step back, out of the immediate blast zone (last time they checked, Red Son’s explosive temper had a thirty foot radius, with the most dangerous flames being within ten feet of the explosion) and tries not to make a mistake that could cost them.  They have their favors, but those only got so far, and they only have ten!  They can’t lose them.

“If-if it’s okay to ask,” Spirit fumbles, fidgeting.  Their tail curls around their leg, an anxious habit.  “I was just curious on how you’re gonna use all this stuff I’ve been bringing.”

Red Son doesn’t turn, but his posture does loosen ever so slightly. “...Mother wouldn’t want me to tell you,” he does seem a bit apologetic at the refusal.

Spirit gets it.  Princess Iron Fan knows them.  Spirit doesn’t betray, but they’ll do anything for a favor.  And if someone wants information they already have, why wouldn’t they give it away?

“Can I know what you’re making?  You don’t have to tell me how you’re using it, I’m just curious.” They kind of like eavesdropping.  Sometimes, when they finish a job around mortals, they’ll lurk around to pick up the town gossip.  Mortals have a lot to talk about, since they don’t have mortal peril to contend with.

“It’s for a gauntlet,” Red Son admits.  “A glove so powerful that the wearing could lift anything with it!”  

His hair flickers wildly in excitement, voice rising in pitch and volume as he continues.

Spirit “oooo”’s in appreciation, clapping their hands.

“Sounds exciting!” They have a few guesses of what said gauntlet could be used for, but no one tells them to think for a favor, so they keep those thoughts to themself.  “Anyway, I’ll get out of your hair.  That stuff burns!”

Red Son does not laugh at their joke.  To be fair, they’ve said it about a hundred times in the past thousand years.  Red Son does smile, for a moment, before turning back to his work.

“See you, Red!” They get a wave as they leave, which means they’ve improved Red’s mood a little.

If Red Son is in a good mood, he’ll actually say goodbye, but a wave is far better than when he just ignores their departure.  

They head up the stairs and then down the hall toward the way they came in, and nearly run into Princess Iron Fan in their haste to leave.  Their vision is a little lopsided, one side of their face having one eye and the other having two, so they can miss things if they aren’t paying attention.  It helps if they close one eye to even things out.

“S-Sorry ma’am!” They quickly bow, standing up straight a moment later.  

They usually try to hunch over when they’re around others, since their height can be seen as an intimidation tactic or even a sign of disrespect, for those with big egos, but Princess Iron Fan could never be intimidated by them and to insinuate such would be the real insult.  After all, Princess Iron Fan is the wife to the Demon Bull King.  Clearly, size means little to her.

“Spirit,” Princess Iron Fan’s voice is colder than it has ever been, and Spirit shivers.  “I see you have delivered your latest favor.”

“Yes ma’am.” Spirit nods with a small, what they hope is respectful, smile.  “Do you have any other favors you need me to do?”

The Demon Bull Family has been Spirit’s greatest...well, ally is a bit strong, but Spirit likes them a lot, out of those that typically call for favors.  While Princess Iron Fan has gotten less maternal over the years, she’s never outright mean to Spirit, and they take what they can get.

“No, we’re fine,” Princess Iron Fan waves a hand, before her gaze turns sharp.

Spirit feels their breath catch in their throat and they clasp their hands tight behind their back.  Their tail goes ramrod straight, the tip brushing the floor.

“I’ll ask you once more,” she starts.  “Align yourself with the Demon Bull Clan.  You will have our protection and will be at our disposal.”

Spirit bites back a sigh, because Princess Iron Fan has asked them a few times to join, and they do appreciate the offer, really, but it just is...too much.  Maybe they would have considered the offer more when Princess Iron Fan was nicer, but Spirit has seen the expectations she’s put on Red Son and they don’t have it in them to disappoint another parent.

They don’t know what she’d do, if Spirit failed her, but they know it would hurt.

“Sorry, ma’am, but I don’t align myself with clans.  I’m a free Spirit, so to speak,” they bite back a giggle at the pun.

Princess Iron Fan’s eyes flicker yellow and Spirit wonders if they’re going to have to run, but then she sighs.

“Very well then.  Stay out of town for the next few months.  For...your own safety.  If things go according to plan, then…” Spirit nearly jumps back at the feral smile that graces Princess Iron Fan’s face.  “Things are going to get messy around here.”

Spirit takes a shaky breath, and nods.

“Yes ma’am.  Farewell.” They bow, and then run off.

Jeez.  This is exactly why they keep away from all this stuff.  The Demon Bull Family is scary, and Spirit just wants to dole out favors in peace.

They don’t have any favors in mind on the backburner, and no one has called for them, so they head to the nearest town outside of the one Princess Iron Fan has told them to leave, and decide to clean up the local spirit activity there.

The next few months are relatively uneventful, if only because there’s no new favors for them to spend their time on.  Sometimes there are dry spells.  They once went two years without a favor, and boy, was that a boring couple of years!

It gets really lonely, some days.  They’ll play as a human for a while, intermingling with the mortals who have no clue what spirits haunt them.  

Spirits don’t have to be people, they just have to be things that were alive.  A dead relationship is just as haunting as a person.  Dead hopes, dead wishes, dead family ties, dead lives you’ve left behind—all weights that cling to auras.  

Spirit knows they have plenty themselves.  They’ve lost a lot. It sticks around.

Being around humans is hard nowadays, though.  They used to hang out around humans a lot.  Helping their Mom out in the Inn with patients acclimated them to seeing humans of all shapes and sizes, but then they had to run.  And they never stopped.

Staying around humans brings an itchy feeling that feels too much like grief.  They don’t like remembering how things used to be, because that only ever hurts.  So, when they get too entrenched in the past, they pull away, hide in the forests around the towns.

But they don’t fit in with the wild either.  Far too used to civilization, they can never find a place to stay.  So they wander.

No one can not notice the carnage that happens.  Spirit recognizes Demon Bull King’s aura from miles away, and as the surrounding areas evacuate, Spirit heads towards the danger to investigate.

Normally they’d run away, but whenever they were around Demon Bull King, he seemed nice.  Fluffy and kind and ever worried and furious about his son’s imprisonment, demanding Spirit send word to Red and come back with an update on the boy’s condition.  

Usually, Spirit wouldn’t try to go toe to toe with the Guanyin, but Princess Iron Fan was inconsolable and Demon Bull King had nearly begged.

So they snuck in to give Red Son, then Red Boy, a letter, and Red Son had them send one back.  It was an arrangement made simple, Spirit the messenger.  They wonder if the Guanyin knew the whole time and was just letting them sneak around, but regardless, they gained a rapport with the family.

And then Demon Bull King was sealed away, and Princess Iron Fan was despondent.  Nothing Spirit said could get her to stop crying, and when they’d relayed the news to Red Son he’d begged on his knees for them to sneak him out, so he could help his mother grieve and move on.

That favor was a hard one to decide on.  Again, risking the ire of the Guanyin was not something Spirit was interested in.  They knew what the Guanyin could do—she managed to reign in Sun Wukong and she could keep Red Son imprisoned.  What would she be able to do to them, a monkey with less than a quarter of the power she’d dealt with before?

But Red Son pleaded, and Spirit caved.

Their history with the family makes it hard to be worried about their safety around Demon Bull King returns, but that doesn’t stop Spirit from worrying about Demon Bull King himself.  Being imprisoned for so long is likely unpleasant, and who knows what happened to him underneath the mountain? How has it changed him? It’s not like something like that doesn’t hurt.

They could do without the violence, but Spirit doesn’t try to judge other people’s decisions.  If they were locked up for a while, unable to see their family, they might be upset too.

But Spirit doesn’t really get angry, on the regular.  Anger doesn’t do anyone good.  People getting angry at them has only been bad for Spirit, so the idea of them letting that same anger fester in them so that they hurt someone is ludicrous.  And what would their anger accomplish, anyway?

There’s enough pain in the world.  Spirit doesn’t feel like adding to it.

They sneak around the levelled town, watching Demon Bull King raze the ground, wondering if there are any mortals hurt.  Spirit catches a glimpse of a few spirits wisping around in the rubble, a moment later.  They’re of all ages, some even children, and the sight makes them wince.  None of this is right, mortals shouldn’t be getting hurt like this.  

What did they even do, to deserve the ire of the Demon Bull King?  Anything?  Or is this all meaningless rage, directed at someone weaker, someone who can’t fight back?

A hand, reaching down towards them, grasping them by the neck and pulling them up, up, up.  They kick their legs but their feet touch nothing, and the spoon comes in closer, and it digs, down, down, down—

Spirit takes a breath.  There’s no point in letting the past cling.

They would say something, maybe say hello and distract Demon Bull king from adding the to death toll, but that would just get them killed.  And Spirit has never been the one to step in and save someone. They’ve never been a hero, not when it counts.

Demon Bull King looks neither fluffy nor kind.  It seems that, just like with Princess Iron Fan, time has hardened whatever fluffiness he had.  It was as if the mountain had pressure cooked the lid on his temper, letting the anger boil over into the carnage below. And while the rage may have been….justifiable, almost, it still makes Spirit turn tail and run to the memory of stomping feet and angered roars that never were stopped by their mom’s pleads.

They duck away just as a newcomer arrives, weilding a very identifiable staff.  Spirit doesn’t catch who the newcomer is, exactly, but it has to be Monkey King, right?  Who else could wield the staff?

They scamper off to the sounds of a battle they don’t want to be in the middle of, passing by Red Son on the ground.  The sight makes them slow their escape, stopping to kneel besides him for a brief moment. He groans, hardly conscious, and they place a bottle of healing balm in one of his jacket pockets for later, before they finally make it out of the battle range.

They don’t see how the fight ends, but they know Demon Bull King certainly didn’t win.

Town reconstruction is pretty quick.  They haven’t caught up on all the different technological advancements mortals have managed in a thousand years, but last they checked this sort of damage would have taken years to fix, not just a month.

Mortals are pretty crafty in this day and age.  Spirit doesn’t exactly interact with all the new technology because it all seems to change so fast.  They interact with humans every once in a while, maybe a week at a time every few months, but they watch from the sidelines more often than not.  They’ve been called a wallflower before and it seems fitting.  They like watching the world pass by, and every time they think about joining the parade, the procession is moving too fast for them to feel safe jumping in.

It’s after a few days of scaling the rooftops of the newly rebuilt town, finding the lost spirits, and helping them fade into the underworld, that they get a summons.  Being the wanderer they are, most clans who know of them give them a token of sorts, one that they can use to notify Spirit when said clan is in need of their assistance.  They keep them on hand, hidden in their pocket.  

Sometimes they’ll jump around to hear the different tokens clack against each other.  It’s a fun sound.

They pull out their keychain of many, many tokens, and find the glowing one.

Ah.  The Demon Bull Family.  

Spirit considers ignoring it, but that would likely not end well, considering Demon Bull King’s newly-demonstrated-and-somehow-worse-than-before temper.  So, they sigh, and press the glowing red eyes of the bull token, letting the pull of the call teleport them to where they need to be.

They appear beneath the looming figure of the Demon Bull King, and they quickly bow, before looking up with an anxious smile.

“Hello, sir,” they greet with a tiny wave.  “It’s nice to see you again!  I was pretty sad when I heard you were sealed away, so it’s nice that you’re out.”

They bite their lip, hard, to stop themselves from saying anything else.

Princess Iron Fan is sitting on Demon Bull King’s shoulder, and Red Son is at Demon Bull King’s feet, looking...uncomfortable.  Spirit glances at him and smiles.  Red Son remains stoic, silent, and upset.

It makes them wonder, because they remember Demon Bull King being able to tell if Red Son was in a bad mood just by how he wrote in his letters, always sure to tell Spirit to bring an extra something or other if the latest letter had revealed Red Son’s dour mood.  How Demon Bull King can look at Red Son now and ignore the clear signs of sadness that are written in the red lines beneath Red Son’s eyes, the rage that comes from hurt that paints the tight set of Red Son’s shoulders, the frustration that reads in Red Son’s clenched fists, Spirit doesn’t understand. He sees it, right?

Maybe that’s just the eventuality of parents.  The good ones die, or they stop pretending.

Spirit was hoping that Red Son would look happier after his father returned, instead of scared.  They’d hoped things in the family would have gotten better, with Princess Iron Fan being happier and maybe kinder with her husband back at her side.  But, well….being under a mountain and spat back out into the world thousands of years after is probably quite the culture shock. 

Spirit worries.  Red Son only has two eyes.  Losing one won’t be as easy as it was for them, starting with four. If it comes to that, of course.

“Spirit,” Demon Bull King’s voice rumbles, far darker than it used to be. 

It always had a baritone timber, but now everything is said with an undercurrent of a growl, as if he’s angry before anyone has even done anything.

It reminds Spirit of their father way too much.  But that’s...fine.

“We have another favor to ask of you,” Princess Iron Fan continues for her husband.  “We want you to steal Monkey King’s staff.”

Spirit opens their mouth to say yes, of course, as they always do, but then the words sink in, and everything comes to a screeching halt.

“What?” Is what comes out of their mouth, incredulous and terrified.  “No-I can’t-how could I even lift it?  Isn’t it a million pounds?  I thought only Monkey King could wield it!” Their tail wraps so tightly around their leg that it hurts, as they tremble in place and refuse to look Princess Iron Fan nor Demon Bull King in the eye.

Red Son’s face shifts from neutral displeasure to panic, at Spirit’s refusal, before he steps forward.

“The gauntlet you brought materials for will fit you fine,” He holds it out, even as Spirit recoils.  “It gives the wearer the ability to lift Monkey King’s staff.”

Spirit scrambles to argue back, again, because they can’t do this, is everyone here crazy?  Sun Wukong isn’t someone they can sneak around, or talk around, or use a favor around.  He’s a being that has gone up against the Gods, fought them head on, and won.  The only person who could beat him was the Buddha himself, and the Buddha could only seal him away.  Spirit isn’t strong, they’re just crafty and careful, and neither of those things matter when going against the Monkey King.  Even if they managed to grab the staff, Monkey King would catch them before they took two steps away from him.

They’re so dead.  Their hands clutch at their face as they try to control their panicked breathing.  They blink a few times to focus and swing their arms out towards the Demon Bull family as everything bursts out of them.

“I-I can’t fight the Monkey King, though!  He beat you, the Demon Bull King!  I couldn’t even-how could I—” They’re rambling, half terrified they’re going to be killed for saying anything in dissent to the request, but far more paralyzed by the idea of fighting the Monkey King of all people.

Monkey King has not met them and owes them nothing, which is worse than if he hated them and owed them something.  They don’t know what he’d do to them, if they met, but they know that they like being alive.

And fighting Sun Wukong is a good way of making yourself not alive.

“The Monkey King has chosen a successor.  A mortal boy,” Princess Iron Fan explains.  “He’ll be far less skilled, and far easier to overpower.”

Spirit bites back the argument that if that were the case, Demon Bull King would have won when he returned.  Clearly, they’re being used as a pawn, and they don’t mind that usually, because it doesn’t always lead to them being put in the line of fire.  And hey, pawns are pretty useful, right?  They like being useful.  But—

“How old is he?” They have to ask.  It’s important.

“A mortal,” Princess Iron Fan says.  “He could be no older than Red Son, in mortal years.”

Red Son is younger than they are.  Red Son is a kid.

“No.” Their voice is sharp.

Red Son takes a step back, unused to the tone.  Even Princess Iron Fan goes still.  

Spirit doesn’t have a lot of lines in the sand.  They’ll do just about anything for just about anyone.  Just about, though, and they refuse to falter on this.

Ten years old and curled on the ground, clutching their face as their father roared, feeling the emptiness in their skull because he took it, he took it and it hurts—

“I don’t fight kids,” they say.  “I don’t.  The successor has to be a kid, right?  Smaller than Red Son, and Red Son isn’t all adult, right?”

“I am an adult!” Red Son shrieks in outrage, but Spirit has tripped too far into terror to stop talking.

“I’ve been told the mortal brain doesn’t develop until one is twenty five, and Red Son isn’t at that age, right?  Not with the way demons like us age, anyway.  So, I can’t!  I have a rule,” they shrug a little helplessly.

Oh god what are you doing you’re going to get killed shut up stop talking stop stop stop—

“And besides, you think I can beat someone who can go toe to toe with the Demon Bull Family?” they laugh, a little hysterical and shaky.  

Spirit glances up and regret it, because Demon Bull King’s face is dark with rage.  Red Son keeps staring at them like they’re already dead, and Princess Iron Fan’s eyes glow.  They feel very, very small here, shoulders hunched up as they manage something that could be described as a smile if you didn’t know what a smile was.

Useless, Useless.  If you keep messing up, maybe you’ll finally have a normal number of eyes, and wouldn’t that be funny?

“H-hey-I’m not a miracle worker!  But I can give you some information, anyway.  There are a lot of powerful artifacts you could use, I know where they are!” Spirit offers, voice shaking.

They fidget, staring up and waiting for the other shoe to drop.  On them, or in their favor, either way.  They can run anytime.  They wouldn’t get far, they know, but they have to try in that situation, don’t they?

Demon Bull King’s eyes glow, a snarl on his face that curls up his lip to reveal sharp teeth the size of Spirit’s arm.  Spirit trembles, and watches as Princess Iron Fan considers them, eyes glowing as well, before she pats a hand against Demon Bull King’s head and whispers something into his ear.

Spirit expects an axe a moment later, but instead—

“An acceptable proposal,” Princess Iron Fan says, finally.

Spirit manages to stay upright, so relieved they might just pass out.  They won’t be dying today, probably.  That’s good!  Cool.  Nice.  

They’re mad at you.  Can’t you feel it?  You have to run, before they can catch you.  Remember what happened last time?  You can’t expect this to turn out well.  Keep on guard.

They tug on their sleeves, shuffling their feet.  Cool.  

“So, to start, I would suggest the Jade Dragon blade,” they start, without prompting.  “It’s in the manor outside of town.  It’s an ancient blade passed down from the Dragon of the West Sea!  Very powerful.”

They continue to prattle on about any and all artifacts they can think of that would be useful, from the blade all the way up to the weird blue power source locked up in a tomb that no one touches for some reason.

Spirit had gone to check it out, once, but looking at it made their eye, the lonely one without its pair, hurt.  So they left it alone.

They talk for about an hour before they’re relieved, and they nearly trip over themselves in their haste to get out of there.  They run in one direction until their legs burn, and curl into a ball on the ground, trying to breathe.

They said no.  To Demon Bull King.  They can’t just do that, they don’t have that type of power!  That whole fiasco had to have shaved a favor or two of protection off of their tally.  They’ll have to edit that in their book, when their hands stop shaking enough to be able to write.

It’s fine.  It’s fine!  They handled it, like they always do.

They’re going to come after you and take your eyes.  They don’t even need a spoon.  Demon Bull King’s claw will work just fine, it’s large enough.  Or maybe they’ll use one of Red Son’s inventions, to make it more painful.

Spirit fights the urge to scream and buries their face in their knees.  Deep breaths.  

It takes them a few hours to calm down and they meticulously erase two tallies from Demon Bull King’s count.  There’s still five left, they still have room for error, it’s fine.  Sure, the sight makes their stomach churn and they hate to erase, but they have to.  It’s better to know where you stand than to pretend, no matter how scary the truth is.

Satisfied, they tuck the book away and lay back, staring up at the stars.

They should really check out the town, though.  The idea that Sun Wukong of all people has a successor is near ludicrous, but Princess Iron Fan probably wouldn’t lie to them.  Either way, checking it out is imperative, especially since such a newcomer means a possible new client!

If Monkey King has a successor, maybe Spirit can be of assistance, can offer a favor.  Just like with how a favor for Red puts them in the good graces with his parents, the same may be able to be said for Monkey King and his successor.  And if that’s the case, then they’ll stop at nothing to make it so.

Maybe, if they plan this right, Spirit can finally be safe from everyone.

They have to try, right?

[fictropes]

oh boy i sure did write many words in 2020

Hi! I am copying people due to i want to.  This is a lil (well... 63) round up of all the fics I wrote this year! Cos i’m very evil @ myself and writing fic and think i’m either not doing enough, or not doing it good enough, so i wanna full list of what I actually did so I can see my own accomplishments and can maybe... clap 4 myself for once. And honestly writing has helped MASSIVELY with my depression so.. that’s a bonus. 

ALSO. this is a big huge thankyou to everyone! I only joined here + started writing in august and you’ve all been so so nice and welcoming and supportive  <333 ;_; and I know they say write for yourself... but honestly peoples comments and excitement about my stuff has just been really, really lovely and I would never have written this much without all of you cheering me on<3. 

so here is a list of everything i’ve written, organised by length and everything, so if you find yourself bored over the holidays... have a lil browse. (Sorry if u are on mobile and this doesn’t show as a read more) 

Chaptered:

Can we try again? series (M) Complete - 35k  - “Yeah, Phil. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dan answers, softer than he’d wanted because he already knows what he’s about to do next.(or Dan doesn't turn up in 2009 and bumps into Phil 11 years later at a youtube convention 2. I like cupcakes, especially the gay variety (M) Complete - 30k - Firstly, Dan was 29. How was that a mature student?Secondly, his actual book was on the university fucking syllabus.(or the one in which Dan tries university again in a desperate attempt to prolong his procrastination, and his lecturer Phil is apparently something of a fan) 3. 7 Letters series (M) Complete - 9k - Your penpal can be the person you live with, actually. 4. There's Beans in Here (T) Complete - 2k - Phil has his wisdom teeth removed; Phil says many questionable things. 5. Roadtrip (E) Complete - 8k - “Exactly. I am right, as always.”“As always.” Dan agrees.Series 6. night shift, please (E) Wip - 27k I PROMISE THIS WILL COME BACK IN 2021 - Ten years and he’ll never get over how early he has to get up sometimes. In all honesty he prefers the night shift. 7. Still Not Calling it Fate (M) Wip - 14k - It’s become a bit of a thing, a bit of a thing that everyone he crosses paths with takes the piss out of him for 8. when i met you, a blue rush began (M) Complete - 5k - They end up in a small restaurant overlooking the sea, everything here is so blue. The sky, the sea, Phil’s eyes, the shirt he’s wearing buttoned up all the way to the top. 9. Luggage Tags (E) Complete - 2.5k - Just because it looks like your suitcase, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is. 10. Demon in the sack (E) Complete - 2.5k - Dan’s leg jiggles beneath his desk, knee hitting the table as he tries to force himself to hang up and ring the number he was supposed to ring— he doesn’t, he can’t. Long ( for me) oneshots (3k+) 11. Electronics and the Phil's who break them (M) Complete - 9k - The first time’s an accident, a proper accident— a Phil forgot how to hold his cup and now he’s watching his coffee seep into his keyboard type accident. 12. A Letter of Specifics (T) Complete - 4k - You'll know it's your soulmate because no one else on earth could be doing what they're doing. 13. The Benefits of A Weak Floor (M) Complete - 4k - He quite literally falls through Dan’s ceiling. 14. 10:35 on a Thursday (E) Complete -  3.7k - He’s tapping his pen against the paper, acting as though he isn’t asking Phil to take a sex quiz at 10:35am on a Thursday morning. 15. 2009, catboys (T) Complete - 3.2k - “You have your own ears, can’t have four.”“Why?” 16. Wrong Room (T) Complete - 3k - “Congratulations!’’ And he was expecting to hear a cry, or at least his mother telling him to be quiet because a certain baby was sleeping. Instead he heard the deep clear of a throat, a rustling of sheets. 2k-3k oneshots 17. Dinner with a stranger (T) Complete - 2.5k - @amazingphl hi! second year of doing this, sooo if anyone has nowhere to go for Christmas dinner I am once again offering..my flat (and by extension me) ;oSeries 18. Easy Lover (M) Complete - 2.4k - ''Yeah. We're always fine.'' It was always fine. It was always easy, despite always behind hard. 19. Cold Season (M) Complete - 2k - Dan is ill, insatiable and another word beginning with I. 1k-2k oneshots 20. Morose men on rooftops (T) Complete - 1.9k - “Dunno, maybe chatting up morose men on roofs is my thing.” He laughs, and it’s a nice noise. 21. Love with tongues of fire (T) Complete - 1.7k - So when Dan waltzed into the room, declaring his hunger Phil thought nothing of it. 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[asterian]

You are the one that I want (Captain Rex x reader)

Summary: Rex and the reader have this "unspoken thing" going on. The day he decides to confess his love for you he finds you in someone else's arms.

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After a couple of months off-world and countless battles, you and the 501st were back in Coruscant and the boys wanted to spend this free time in one of their favorite places, 79´s.

You didn't expect Rex to show up tonight. It was oddly rare that the Captain of the 501st visited the club where many of his brothers enjoyed their off-duty time. And still there you are sitting on the bar counter hoping somehow he would come.

Ever since the first day you saw the blond Captain you instantly fell for him, and you were sure he did too. After that both of you became close, very close, but none of you dare to say something. 

Fives, Jesse,Tup and some boys from the 212th are happily joking and drinking next to you, but you pay them no attention, all you can think of is Rex. 

"Hey, (Y/n)" Fives shakes your shoulder a little bit to catch your attention, only the maker knows how long have you been staring at your untouched drink. You humm in response finally looking at the ARC trooper. "It's pod race night! You wanna bet?" 

You hesitate for a moment looking at the holo-screens above the bar counter, betting was never a good idea but right now you really can use a distraction from your thoughts. 

"Yeah, why not?" You reply earning an enthusiastic yelp from your friend.

By coincidence you end up choosing the same pilot as Fives. The race begins and little by little the adrenaline mixed with the alcohol consumed by the soldiers begins to rise.

It's not even the second lap and your pilot has managed to make it in the first place.

Everybody screams and cheers on their runner filling the bar with endless screaming and fuss. 

By the time the final lap arrives your chosen one continues to lead. "he's going to win" you think and without hesitation you start cheering too.

The final curve is all that's left, you can feel the tension in the air, and then the little speeder crosses fastly through the rock bridge marking the finish of the race, making the whole bar go wild.

"We won!" screams Fives and you can't help but laugh at your very drunk friend and join the celebration. "We won, (y/n), we won!" He hugs your waist and lifts you up to spin happily.

When he puts you down, guided for both the excitement and the alcohol in his body, Fives leans closer capturing your lips on an unexpected kiss.

Between the loud music, the people cheering and the surprising actions of your friend you don't hear the familiar sound of the 79's sliding doors opening. Nobody seems to notice the speechless captain trooper in the doorways.

Rex is standing there, paralyzed as if he was waiting for an order of his general. His lips parted, eyes fixed on you filled with hurt, betrayal and confusion watching his own brother holding you close, stealing a kiss that was supposed to be his. 

Rex knew he'll find you here at the crowded bar. He was searching for your pretty face ready to confess what he feels for you. But found treason instead.

You push Fives away from you and just when you're about to tell him just how inappropriate that was of him you catch a figure standing at the door and feel his golden eyes staring at you.

"Rex" is all you can say before the clone Captain is rushing towards the exit.

He doesn't hear you scream at Fives and he definitely does not see you slapping his brother. He's too busy trying to get out of there as quick as possible that he doesn't notice you running after him.

Rex feels stupid. 

He is mad, not at you of course neither at Fives, mad at himself for being a fool to think you might like him. 

He feels hurt, but he knows is his own fault. He misunderstood your actions, your kindness, your jokes, your worry when he was injured, your company. 

All those nights in the barracks that you would ask him to share a bed or go out to see the night sky, your little touches on his armor or face, how you smiled at him or the lovely gazes you share.

All of that maybe was never there, maybe he was just imagining them. 

"Rex!" your voice gets him out of his thoughts. "Rex, please wait!" 

The clone Captain stops and turns around. Forcing himself to stay calm even though watching you makes his heart ache.

"(Y/n)... I-l was just... you" he awkwardly tries to come up with something, wishing he had his helmet right now.

"You saw that, right?" You ask recognising that look on his eyes he gets when something upsets him and what else than Fives kissing you would upset him?

Rex nods softly as his eyes focus on the ground for a moment preparing his words.

"Look, you don't have to explain anything...you're in good hands" he says defeated "Fives is a good man, he can be annoying sometimes but I know he will treat you well" Rex says feeling how his heart breaks at his own words. He wants you to be happy, even if is not with him.

"What? No, it's not like that, Rex" you tell him.

"It's alright (y/n), you don't have to worry about the regulations… or the general...I'll keep your secret"

"Do you think you could shut up for five seconds and let me explain?!" you shout making him blink in surprise. "He won at pod race, you know how he can get with a few drinks on, he was excited" you chuckle "maybe a little too much"

With that you win a soft chuckle from the man before you, he knew Fives could a bit impulsive from time to time. But that didn't answer the questions in his head, the most important, if you felt the same for him.

"So you and Fives? You don't like him?" He asks insecure and afraid of your answer.

"Of course no!" you say  "If there's someone I like it's you, Rex."

Both of you stay silent for a second. He's quietly scanning your face as is he was looking for answers. 

"Wait!...you, like me?" Rex says surprise in his voice. You can't help but laugh a little at the helpless captain before you.

"You're such an idiot" you say shaking your head. Softly you leaned to Rex to capture his lips pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss. For your surprise he responds with a new kiss sweet and gentle, almost shy or afraid but as your lips caress his it turns even softer, and you feel affection. There's no need for words, it is clear that Rex loves you as much as you love him.

As the kiss is over you break away just enough to look up at him and you find his hazel eyes staring down at you. There's tenderness on them as the light make them look warmer.

You feel happy and so does Rex who smiles softly at you.

"So, want a drink now that you're here, Captain?" You joke making his smile grows wider.

"Yeah, why not?" he chuckles 

Walking side by side you approach the sliding door of the bar once again but Rex stops for a moment, doubting, you take his gloved hand on yours giving it a little squeeze as you smile at him. As a sign that you're there for him and oh boy, he's more than happy to finally hold your hand in front of his brothers as both step inside 79's.

[lumos-solemn]

Level 1 Mischief Makers

Summary : Harry, Ron and Hermione really needed a break, so they broke into Hogwarts. Reliving memories, they called it and they did. *Ron didn't quit Aurors*

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It was a fine day for Harry as he read through different cases, analysing reports, looking at records sitting in his office just like any other day. As he was getting busy in one of the cases, Ron just barged into his cabin grinning ear to ear at him. Harry looked up from his files and raised an eyebrow at him as he sat opposite him pulling a chair.

"Why do I think you are planning something?", Harry asked making Ron grin wider.

"Because I am."

Harry raised his eyebrows at him in enquiry. "Lets break into Hogwarts!"

Harry blinked a few times thinking he misheard. But as Ron chuckled looking at his face, he knew he didn't imagine. "WHAT?"

"Harry, we have been working our butts for the past 3 months. We need a break. Lets do that!!! Come on...!!!"

Harry found it hard to believe he is really hearing that. He thought Ron lost his mind. "Ron? You okay, mate?", He asked feeling concerned.

Ron snorted at that, "Harry, I am serious!"

"What do you mean? Break into Hogwarts?"

"Look, I have been thinking about us. Me, you and Hermione. How we used to sneak off to hogsmeade and forest and all. And I realised its been long time since we had something like that. Really long time. So, what is more better that sneaking off to Hogwarts itself?", He grinned. "James told me the secret passageway from Honeydukes still works."

By now, Harry really believed that his best mate has gone crazy. "Ron, breaking to Hogwarts? Did you go crazy or what? And about us hanging out, we still come and go together and also hang out every fridays."

Ron sighed, "I know. But it doesn't feel same. Its like big adults sitting around and having a drink talking about work."

"We ARE big adults, Ron. You are turning 41 in few weeks. Remember?"

Ron groaned, "Oh.. Don't remind me that. I still don't get where my thirties went!"

Harry chuckled but then Ron suddenly furrowed his eyebrows at him, "Hey? Why are you like this? You weren't like this before. You sound like Hermione now!"

Harry sighed, "Okay! What do you want now?"

"I said it. Lets do that. It'll be great. Come on! Don't be a git!"

Harry thought for a while. Its true what Ron said. They were so absorbed in work and life that they indeed forgot the real fun of it. And he very well knew he will never regret visiting Hogwarts once again. "Okay! When?", He asked getting excited thinking about it.

Ron grinned, "Now!" And Harry's eyes widened.

"What? But I have work. Hey? Don't YOU have work?"

"I took half day off for us. Now come!"

Harry looked a little reluctant but then closed his files with a grin as Ron smirked.

They both walked towards the door when Harry asked, "What about Hermione? How you gonna convince her?"

Ron just smiled, "I don't know but I know we will!" And just like he said, Hermione at last agreed though it took all their efforts to talk her into it.

And the three of them apparated to Hogsmeade. There wasn't the usual bustle there when students come in. It wasn't the season. Harry and Hermione were about to walk in when Ron pulled them back and put a cloak over them. "Ron??", Hermione asked wide eyed. "Is that ours?", Harry chimed in.

"No, That's with James. This is Mad Eye's old one. Got it from Dung!", He winked.

Harry smiled while Hermione gasped. "But we could've just done a simple disillusionment charm on us! Why is this needed?", Hermione asked. "Wouldn't be the same then!", Ron replied.

They tried to squeeze into it but their feet were still outside. Somehow, they entered into the passage way and took off the cloak.

"We really did got too big!", Harry spoke while Hermione rolled her eyes.

They looked into the passage way and a wave of memories hit them. The first time when Harry came through there to sneak off to Hogsmeade and all the other times they went together. Slowly, they walked forward, the smile not leaving their faces.

"I wonder what Kids gonna say when they find out what we did!", Ron chuckled.

"Probably kill us for all the classes we gave them for sneaking out and breaking rules."

After what felt a long time, they finally reached the door and opened it only to welcome a familiar wave of air. It still felt home. After all these years, Hogwarts did welcome them home. Everything was same. Nothing has changed. They finally got out and stood there looking at hallways. It was empty, probably classes going on. "Hey! Put this on! Fast.", Hermione put the cloak around them and put a charm on their feet to make it invisible.

Slowly, they walked forward looking around, determined not to miss anything. They saw headless Nick floating around with the Fat Friar. They passed by the greenhouse and saw Neville teaching a bunch of 7th years. He looked so happy. Everyone did.

"What about we give Hagrid a visit?", Harry asked and the other two nodded excitedly. They passed the whomping willow and Ron and Harry shared a knowing smirk reminiscing their 2nd year. There were smoke coming out Hagrid's hut and they hurriedly walked eager to meet their big friend. They stood at the door and looked at each other, a smile on their lips.

They knocked and heard big steps from inside and within seconds, the door opened showing Hagrid, still big as ever with a kettle in one hand. He looked around confused and the trio pulled of the cloak making him jump a step back. "Blimey..-", He exclaimed clutching his heart with widened eyes. "Harry, Ron.. Hermione??"

"Hello Hagrid!!", They wished getting in and closing the door behind.

"What are you doing here?", He asked. "And why are you in an invisibility cloak?"

They grinned and sat on the chair inside. "Nothing. Just thought will pay you a visit when sneaked into Hogwarts!", Ron answered shrugging.

"Sneaking? What do you mean?"

"Hey! Don't tell me you don't know us!", Harry smirked.

"We thought it would be great if we just visited Hogwarts. You know..For old time's sake!", Hermione smiled.

Hagrid looked at the 3 of them as if trying to understand and broke into a warm smile. His eyes started tearing up as he sniffed so loudly.

The trio looked at each other and moved forward hugging him. No matter how much they grew, they still felt like little kids hugging him.

"I really missed you three visiting me like this!", Hagrid blew his nose into his towel sniffing as they broke apart.

They smiled, "We thought we sent our clones for your company. Didn't they work?", Ron asked.

Hagrid let out a loud laugh, "Oh..They do..James and Fred visits me often. Rose also comes occasionally and we talk about all the magical creatures. She's literally mini Ron with our Hermione's brains."

Ron looked sideways at his wife fondly which didn't go unnoticed by Harry or Hagrid. "Who knew these two were going to end up like this?", Hagrid looked at them fondly. "I knew!", Harry said shrugging and they all shared a laugh.

After a few minutes of chats and having Hagrid's rock cake and tea, they left his home putting the cloak back on. Hermione was unusually silent for some moments as the 3 stood near the forest. "Hermione?", Harry called her out who suddenly came out of her trance and looked at Harry and Ron

"What's wrong?". Ron asked.

"I miss this. So much that I didn't even realise. I feel bad thinking that at the end of the day, we have to be back to our boring works.", Hermione spoke making both Ron and Harry look at her wide eyes.

"Who are you and what did you do to our Hermione?", Ron exclaimed dramatically earning a scoff from her.

"But seriously, You are calling work 'boring'? ", Harry asked.

Hermione chuckled, "What I meant was It can never be as interesting and fun as this. I miss our Hogwarts days. If feels long gone."

"It is long gone.", Harry said observing the calmness of the lake. "You are right. I didn't even realise I was missing this so much. I am happy that Ron thought of this idea.", He looked at his best mate who was also staring at the black lake with a smile.

"Oh Don't mind me. I know I am a genius.", He said pulling off an arrogant smirk making both Harry and Hermione snort.

They stood there for god knows how long at last, Hermione spoke, "You know we cannot stay here the whole day, We have to go. Come on.", She stood up and pulled both of them by their shirt as they reluctantly got up hastily adjusting the cloak.

"Why don't we go and meet kids?", Ron suggested.

"I don't think that will be possible Ron! They might be in the classes and also you know how its gonna turn out if we reveal ourselves?"

"We can try though!", Harry said.

"But-", Hermione tried to protest but the men pulled her before she could say anything.

They were on the corridors when they saw the headmistress coming on their way. They tried to stay silent but Harry accidently stepped on Ron's feet causing him to yelp aloud and Mcgonagall to stop in her tracks and look at their direction. She looked closely and moved towards them expecting students under invisibility cloaks. But before she could reach them, Harry pulled both of his mates and ran.

They heard Mcgonagall shouting behind them and heard footsteps behind them which they realised of Filich's but they didn't stop as they ran as fast as they could towards the one-eyed witch laughing in between. They saw Peeves zooming behind them above Filich shouting something. As they were about to reach the statue, Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered Dissendium causing it to open and they entered into the passage closing it behind. The 3 stood clutching their hands to their chest, panting heavily. A while later, they looked at one another and broke into laughter that echoed through the passage.

"That was...", Harry started once their breathing became normal.

"So..us..", Ron grinned. "I am surprised that we are still able to escape just the way we used to when we were 11."

They looked at one another and there was a sad expression on their face with a mixture of happiness and joy.

"I really don't feel like leaving!", Hermione admitted. Ron gave her a sad smile and wrapped his arms around her bringing her into a hug. Harry looked at both of them and smile. "Why are you standing there? This is not couple hug. This is Best mates hug. Join in!", Ron said with a smug face as the other two chuckled and Harry joined in hugging them tight.

"Okay. Now we really have to leave.", Ron broke the hug and they nodded. They turned to have a last look at the passage door before proceeding to walk.

"What do you think Minerva would say if she caught us today?", Harry asked halfway.

"Probably Mr Potter and Weasley, Detention for sneaking into Hogwarts without warning. And Miss Granger, you too although I didn't expect it from you.", Ron imitated her voice making Harry and Hermione laugh.