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[tribridkissed]

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[nxphilimxd]

are you mutuals only?

I am NOT mutuals only! I am slow with replies sometimes, and I consider myself “semi-selective” just because sometimes I’m only feeling certain threads, but I am not mutuals only, so don’t be shy! Throw something at me.

[lu-undy]

A Sniper/Medic Short

I took part in a Secret Santa and my giftee wanted a Sniper/Medic short with cuddles in front of a fire or exchanging gifts. I did both :) Here it is!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28489524

"Gosh, it's freezing." 

Sniper woke up in his van on that cold morning of late December. He rubbed his eyes and pressed a switch to turn on the heating in his campervan. Engineer had been kind enough to fix him a button next to his bed that connected with the electric radiator. So the Aussie stayed in bed for an extra half an hour to wait for the van to warm up to an acceptable level. He could afford the wait as that day was off for both teams. 

In fact, the mercenaries enjoyed two weeks off at the end of the year's holidays.

Sniper looked at the time and took a deep breath. 

"Right, should probably get up now." 

And he followed his morning routine. He put some clothes on with warm socks and a season coat. It was thick and lined with synthetic yet warm fur around the hood. He put on a scarf and gloves. When the Aussie finished slipping in his boots, he opened the van's back door and the ice cold air bit his very skin. 

Everything was covered in a thick layer of white snow and as he jumped down to the ground, he landed in a muffled thud and sunk to the middle of his legs in snow. He hissed and winced. The kangaroo wasn't much of a fan of the feeling of cold wetness on his legs in the morning, or at any other time of the day either.

He locked up his van's backdoor and walked back to the base's main building. He entered and shut the door before feeling the drastic change of temperature. 

"Crikey, it's hot in here…" 

Sniper pulled back his hood, removed his coat and unrolled the scarf around his face. He placed all his clothing items on the coathanger there and proceeded to the kitchen for breakfast, where he found most of his colleagues, as usual. 

"Mornin' Sniper." Engie waved. 

"G'day." 

The rest of the team present in the kitchen nodded to the Aussie who went straight to get a warm mug of coffee. As he reached the coffee pot, he stuck his frozen hands on it and let it sizzle his skin nicely. 

"Here, your coffee." 

The white mug marked '#1 Sniper' slid on the counter to him and when he raised his head, he saw a lab coat float away, back to the table. He smiled. 

He took the mug and resumed his usual seat around the table to partake in the usual morning debates. Well, partake was a big word, maybe just listen in and nod from time to time. He liked his colleagues' banter. It had taken some time for his head to stop hurting at it, but now he was fully used to it and he even appreciated it. He listened to it like the radio and watched it like TV. He would sometimes add his grain of salt to the conversation but he much preferred to listen and watch. 

"Hey, fancypants! Not wearin' a suit today? What is it, Christmas?" 

Spy entered wearing a knitted jumper that went up his neck, to the color of the team and a dark, matching pair of trousers.

"Very observant." He answered and went to the coffee pot to help himself. 

"Funny, eh, my Ma' knitted me the same kind of sweater!"

"Funny indeed." The Frenchman answered and the rest of the team sighed gently. 

"Any plans for today, guys?" The Bostonian asked.

"Today is a great day. You will all respect and celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ!" Soldier exclaimed. "And if I catch one of you numbnuts not partaking in the festivities, it will be extra physical training and scrubbing duties!" He raised an authoritative index finger. 

"Calm down, laddie, what about a snowball fight? The snow's nice and fresh." Demoman suggested. 

"Yes, Sir!" 

"Right! Can me and Pyro join you guys?" Scout asked. 

"Of course, lads! The more, the merrier!"

"Heavy, you wanna join us?" Scout turned to his impressively built colleague. 

"Nyet."

"Come on, Stalingrad! Let me give you a Second Cold War!"

"Aye, c'mon, Heavy, what are you gonna do inside, eh? It's Christmas and there's snow!"

Heavy rolled his eyes and smiled behind his crossed arms. 

"Fine." He yielded and the mercenaries rejoiced. 

"What about the support club?" Scout turned to Medic, Spy and Sniper. 

The Frenchman was reading a newspaper while Medic and Sniper looked briefly at each other. 

"Spy, d'you wanna-"

"Non."

"C'mon, Spy-"

"Non."

"But-?"

"Non." 

"Why?" 

The old French man sighed. 

"I am busy."

"What will you be doin'?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

"C'mon, what could be better than a snow fight? Join us!"

Spy sighed from his side of the newspaper. 

"A phone call with your mother would be incomparably better than a snowball fight."

The mercenaries tensed around the table and their eyes all shifted to Scout. 

"Yeah, well, you're not gonna get it anyway so c'mon!" 

They facepalmed and rolled their eyes. Scout was remarkably oblivious. 

Little by little, the mercenaries left the table. Sniper's eyes rose from his final bit of toast when the flapping of the white lab coat caught his attention. Medic was leaving the table. The Aussie finished his breakfast but stayed a bit longer in the kitchen. He helped for the dishes, as he owed it to Engie.

"Wanna help me prepare lunch, Sniper?" 

"Sure." 

"If you'd rather go with the others in the snow, that's fine by me, eh." 

"Nah, it's fine. I'll give you a hand."

At the other end of the building, Medic was filling some paperwork that he had been putting off for too long.

There was a knock at the door. 

"Ja?" 

"Uh, it's me, Doc'."

There was the noise of a chair moving and footsteps before the door opened. 

"Hey there."

"Hallo, Sniper."

"Mind if I join?" 

"Please." 

Medic shut the door after his guest. 

"What brings you here?" 

"Van's freezing." 

"Ah, so you're just here for the radiator?"

Sniper chuckled. 

"Yeah, nah…"

"I was about to stop and take a break. Shall we go to my living room? I will make some coffee."

"Sure." 

Both mercenaries went through a corridor and Medic opened the door in the end. Medic, like Spy, had his own suite, which consisted of a living-room, a kitchen, bathroom and his bedroom. They were all a few doors away from his workplace.

"After you."

"Thanks, mate." 

"Make yourself at home, I will set the coffee."

"Right." 

Sniper entered and removed his old boots right at the door. The floor was carpeted and he didn't want to give his friend some extra work cleaning it. He slipped his coat off and hung it on the coat-hanger before proceeding to the sofa. He sat down and made himself comfortable as he heard his German friend busy in the kitchen. 

"Hm." 

Sniper soon got off the couch and went to the kitchen door. He gave it a few short knocks. 

"Need some help with anythin'?" 

Medic turned to him, who was peeking from the door. Sniper's eyes fell on the tray that the medical expert was preparing. 

"No, I should be fine, danke, Sniper."

"You sure?"

"Ja, go get yourself warmed up in front of the fire. I will be just an extra minute." 

"Alright, gimme a shout if you need me, ok?"

Medic smiled.

"Will do." 

The Aussie turned and went back to the sofa. In front of it was a coffee table and a fireplace against the wall. It was lit up and Sniper could feel its heat diffuse to the sofa, slowly. 

"Here, coffee and some cookies." 

Medic brought the tray and sat down next to Sniper. 

"Cookies?" 

"Ja, Pyro baked them for me the other day after I fixed his arm."

Sniper stared at the star and heart-shaped cookies with multicolored sprinkles. 

"Guessed as much."

"Did you?" Medic asked, handing Sniper his mug. 

"You don't come across as the heart shaped cookie bakin' type…" Sniper leaned his arm on the back of the sofa.

"Very perceptive you are." Medic leaned his head on the Aussie's shoulder and they chuckled. 

"Should take a break like the others, y'know, ease out on the work."

"Experiments don't carry themselves out unfortunately." 

"Guess so. But what if I ask you to take a break?"

"Why?"

Sniper put his now empty mug away and looked down at Medic. He held his chin between his index and thumb. 

"Cause I wanna spend time with you, darl'." He tilted the German's face upwards and stared into his eyes, through the thin pair of glasses. Sniper smiled. "Please." 

Medic's eyebrows rose up and he grinned back. He removed his gloves and threw them away on the sofa before wrapping an arm around Sniper. 

"Hard for me to refuse when you plead me with such beautiful eyes." 

"You got some pretty eyes too, eh." 

"Flatterer." 

"Nah, just sayin' what I'm thinking."

"Mmh." Medic buried his head under Sniper's jaw, on his chest and he felt his arms wrap around him. 

"Missed you, luv'."

"So did I." 

They stared at the dancing flames of the fireplace and their breaths synced slowly, Medic's head was rising and falling to the rhythm of Sniper's calm breathing. 

"Oh…?" Medic's surprise escaped his lips as he felt Sniper's fingers slide between his. 

"I wanna spend a bit more time with you, y'know. Sometimes, I don't go to your office not because I care about what people would say or because I don't want to. It's cause I don't wanna bother you but…"

"But?" Medic asked. 

"But I miss you, I really do…" Sniper tightened his hug and clenched his fingers between the German's. "I wish we could spend a full day together and…"

"I thought you were wary of the others learning for us?"

"I'm sure Spy knows, the rest will, one day or another. Besides, I just wanna spend the winter break with you." 

Medic raised his head to his lover. 

"Me too, Sniper…" 

Their lips met in the quiet and dark room, the warmth from the fireplace hardly rivaling with the hot touch of their hands brushing past their clothes. 

"Please…" Sniper asked, sliding a hand behind Medic's head, through his hair. "Please stay with me tonight." 

Medic bit his lip. His hands slid on Sniper's collar and up to his rough, scruffy cheeks. 

"I will."

Sniper's delight came out of him in a silent gasp and a wide smile. He pulled Medic's face again to kiss him, for longer this time and they dived on the sofa, the German on top of the Aussie, ruffling his brown, short hair as their lips brushed, nipped and pulled. 

"Give me more than one night… Wake up next to me, please…"

Sniper curled a leg behind the white lab-coat and pulled the man below it flush against him. Their kisses went more heated and their lips were wet and slightly swollen from all the attention there. 

"I will." 

Medic removed his lab-coat and threw it away. Sniper pulled the blanket that was hanging on the back of the sofa and covered them both. The German just lied on top of the man that kept him safe after a long day of work. Sniper understood him, wordlessly. He knew when to ask for attention and when Medic didn't have the strength for it. 

That day, all the German wanted was affection. Affection and strong arms to hold him. He lay on Sniper, his head on the Aussie's chest and he felt long fingers play with his black, short hair. 

"Thanks, luv'. I know I might be askin' a lot from you but… You have no idea how good it feels to wake up with you instead of just, y'know, a big empty bed…"

"I do apologise, Sniper. I should spend more time with you."

"It's alright. I understand, you like your work, it's fine."

"Yes but…" Medic raised his head to look Sniper in the eyes. He smiled. "I love you and I would much rather spend my evening with you than with paperwork. You are right, my love."

"About what?" 

"Let's make this winter break all about us."

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean that you can bring a bit more clothes here and stay with me for a couple of weeks…?"

"Seriously?" 

"Ja, I can spend my days and my nights with you."

Sniper's face radiated with a wide smile. 

"You'd do that? Really?" 

"Ja, we all deserve a break and I could do with a bit more affection from you." 

"Well I got loads of it for you, eh." Sniper's hands brushed Medic's back slowly under the blanket. 

"Perfect…"

"Uh… Would you…?"

"Would I what?" 

"Would you… have some… for me, maybe?" Sniper blushed and his eyes darted left and right in embarrassment. He wasn't so good when it came to words but had an incredible intuition when it came to moves...

"Of course." Medic pushed his lips on Sniper's and let his tongue brush past the hunter's chapped lips, which pulled a low growl from the wild man.

"Gosh… I'm so happy, I… Thanks, really." 

"You are welcome, Sniper." 

They snuggled up under the blanket and in front of the fireplace, they both warmed up nicely. 

"I got you somethin' for Christmas."

Medic's eyes snapped wide. 

"Did you?" 

"Yeah."

"Why? I mean… I didn't."

"Yeah, you did." 

"What?" Medic asked.

"You're spending a couple of weeks with me. That's… Better than Christmas…!"

"Saying things like that makes me realise even more how much I neglected you…"

Medic raised his head with his now ruffled hair and they exchanged a kiss.

"So please, show me what you got us…?" Medic asked.

"Want it now?"

"Ja, why not?"

"I guess I can… I've been carryin' them on me all the time for you not to find them by accident or anythin'."

"Oh…" 

Sniper slid a hand in his pocket and retrieved his secret gift. 

"Alright, you're ready?" He asked, putting his still clenched fist in front of Medic's face. 

"Ja." 

Sniper opened his hand and two bracelets lay in his palms. 

"Oh… They look lovely…" 

"I made them m'self." 

"The wooden pearls you carved yourself?"

"Yeah." 

"Oh, and what is this pendant?"

"Look at it. Carved it myself too. I had to go and get a book from the Teufort library to do it, cause I didn't really know what it looked like."

Medic held one of the bracelets. 

"It looks like an anatomically correct heart with an arrow piercing through it, but that's only the left half of it…" 

"Look at the other bracelet, luv'."

Medic took the other one and looked at the pendant. 

"Oh mein Gott… That's the right half…!"

"Yeah, I carved a little wooden heart, lookin' at an anatomy book, then carved the arrow, then cut it in halves. You get one and I get the other. Looks less ridiculous than a classic heart and it makes sense."

"Ja! And I guess the heart represents me and the arrow, you?"

"Yeah, you got it."

"I am… Speechless… It must have taken you hours to make them…"

"Who cares? It was fun and it made me think about you for hours. C'mon, wear it and show me!"

Medic slid one around his wrist and put one around Sniper's. 

"I feel like a little boy again…" The German doctor chuckled. 

"Yeah, bit childish maybe but uh…"

"Nein, please, I didn't mean it in a bad way, on the contrary. I guess this is the true spirit of Christmas." 

"Yeah, sort of." Sniper slid his fingers through Medic. 

"I love you, Sniper. Thank you so much for your gift."

"You're welcome. Love ya too, oh, mmh…" 

Medic slid up on Sniper to take his lips again. The flames of the fireplace danced as their bodies followed another choreography. The doctor and the hunter took their time that night. Maybe it was Christmas, maybe it was the gift, or maybe they had yearned for each other that much. 

That year, they did spend a Merry Christmas indeed.

[ascendedsandvich]

Very important question, (for head cannon) what would the mercs do if they found out s/o was a mom? :O or their teammate it can be platonic. HOW would they find out? (P.S. Their child would prolly be a young adult)

Notes:

some mercs are just teammates while others are s/o

I gave your child they/them pronouns so that you can just insert their gender or keep it how it is 

Y/N= your name, N/N= nickname, and C/N= child name 

Scout 

He was drinking bonk when he heard a knock on the door, Suspecting it was someone on the other team ready to steal the intelligence, he grabbed his bat, and went to the door. Hiding his trusty bat behind his back he opened the door, however he was extremely confused when he saw who was at the door. Someone who looked to be around his age was standing there, upon closer inspection scout realized that they looked a lot like you. "uh is y/n here?" They asked, scout hesitated before calling you over "yo n/n someone's here to see you" you came speeding over with a smile on your face, which prompted him to go and hide behind the nearby wall. He placed his bat down, and began eavesdropping. He knew it was wrong, but he just found this whole thing strange. Luckily his bonk was nearby, and he started to drink again. He couldn't really hear what you two were saying, but when he heard the person address you as mom, he spat out his bonk. He was so shocked, but it made sense, you always knew when he was lying, and you were always so caring to him, and pyro. The situation made him look at you differently in a good way of course, in all honesty you remind him of his ma, after that you notice Scout started to treat you with more respect.

Pyro 

It was a Ceasefire day! Luckily Miss Pauling, and the administrator said it was okay for you and C/n to spend the day together. You were so excited, y'all haven't been able to see each other in months, you missed them dearly, and you could barely wait to just hug your child. After what seemed like an eternity c/n finally got to the base. You rushed over to them, and you threw open your arms engulfing them in a big hug, Both of you were crying tears of joy. Meanwhile pyro was skipping happily with a big container of bubbles in hand ready to play with you. When they finally got to the front of the base pyro saw you, and some stranger talking. Pyro tilted their head curiously, and walked over to you wondering if this person was a new friend joining the team. When you noticed pyro approaching you introduced the two "c/n this is pyro, and pyro this is c/n my child" This caught pyro off guard you never told them you had a kid. "Nice to meet you" c/n said, pyro hesitated before signing nice to meet you too. You turned to pyro "Well me and c/n are going out for the day, I will see you tonight ok" pyro nodded. When you two left in c/ns car pyro waved goodbye, and looked at the bubbles….pyro felt conflicted, and a little jealous. They didn't like C/n very much. Just like that pyro land shattered, and when you got back pyro wasn't there to greet like they normally did when you went out, You just assumed they were with engie, not wanting to put too much brain cells into it because you were exhausted, and needed sleep. The next day though you noticed pyro's mood was drastically different, they barely ate, and they weren't playing at all. During battle they just hid, and burnt any enemy who came by. Later that night you decided to confront them. you found pyro in their room, huddling in the corner, their mask was off, and they were sobbing into their hands. When you went over to pyro, and touched their shoulder, they flinched a bit not expecting you to be there. When you asked them what was wrong they could barely look you in the eyes when they explained that they were envious of your relationship with c/n because of the fact pyro's own mom was quick to brush them off, and be mean to them. you are pyro's only good mother figure, and to see you with c/n makes them so sad because it reminded pyro when the contracts are over they aren't going to have anyone to go home to. When they were done explaining you felt a bit guilty you had never realized how sad pyro's childhood was. you were quick to wrap them in a loving embrace. you suddenly had an idea "say pyro when the contracts are done how would you like to live with me and c/n?" They pulled away with a big smile on their face "really you mean it?" When you nodded their eyes lit up suddenly c/n didn't seem like the bad guy anymore. pyro's face turned red before mumbling "c-can I call you mom?" When you smiled, and said of course pyro happily put on their mask and signed thanks for everything..Mom 

Soldier 

You have a box full of things c/n made for you, and the box is also filled with pictures of them. whenever you miss them you like to look in the box, going through all the happy memories. One day you were doing this when soldier walked in, "hello cupcake, what do you have there?" He asked, this caused you to jump, and snap out of your thoughts. "Gee soldier you scared me, I'm just looking at all my memory's of c/n, my child" soldier was at awe, you never said anything about being a mom. he sat down next to you, and you showed him pictures of c/n growing up, and you also showed him all of the art c/n made for you. He thought all of this was amazing, he couldn't believe that c/n was 23 now. From then on he was more protective of you in battle. He admires that you raised such a good American.

Heavy

It was a peaceful night, heavy was enjoying a sandvich in the kitchen when you walked in "oh heavy there you are, I need to get something off of my chest do you think you can spare a few minutes?" The gentle giant nodded before pulling a chair for you, sitting down you told him about c/n, and how you were starting to really miss them. Heavys eyes widened, you were a mom? Wow, no wonder you were so strong in battle. Heavy told you that missing your family is so painful, but that's why you needed to do your best In battle, for them. He gave you a hug, and after that he always smirked when you showed  how unstoppable you were.  

Demoman

Y'all were having drinks when you told him about c/n. He gave you a surprised look, and waited for you to tell him more about c/n. you then started to tell him all of the great times you and c/n had when they were growing up. He was loving every single story you told, smiling when you smiled. You showed him a picture of c/n, he thought they were lucky to have a mom as good as you. After that he always grins when you are caring to one of the others, he also can't wait to one-day tell you his secret that he has fallen even more in love with you 

Engie 

you have this locket that you wear everywhere except in battle, you take it off and put it in a safe spot in your room. but this time you put it on a table in engie's garage. you two had just started dating, and you started to spend more and more time in there, so it was just more convenient to leave it in the garage. After the battle you and engie decided to chill out, and have some drinks. After it got a bit late y'all decided to call it a night, and you went back to your room. After a few minutes he noticed you left your locket, and immediately went to pick it up, and deliver it to you. He picked it up by the chain, and it opened revealing a picture of c/n. Which surprised him a bit, he studied the picture closer, he noticed that c/n was probably around scouts age, and they looked a lot like you. Suddenly your voice snapped them out of his thoughts, "engie I forgot...my...locket" you trailed off when you saw him looking at your picture of c/n. He gave you a curious look, and you sighed "I suppose I should tell you about c/n" When you explained that c/n was your child he was a bit stunned, but it made sense why they looked so much like you. He pulled you in for a hug, and said that he would love to meet c/n one day.

Spy 

It was only a matter of time before he found out, he was a very excellent spy after all. He was the type of person to figure out anyones secret without them even knowing it. He suspected you were a mom long before he found out because you were very motherly, and you just knew all the mom tricks, an example of this one time Scout was sick, and you somehow managed to trick him into taking his medicine by cutting a hole into the back of a juice box, putting the medicine inside, and holding it up for scout to drink so he didn't see it one the other side. Only a mother knew those tricks. So he wasn't very surprised when he saw you, and a person who looked just like you talking on a ceasefire day. Now he isn't stupid, he immediately knew that that person was your child. He never said anything to you, but he knows. And luckily your secret is safe with him.

Sniper

He was relaxing in his camper when he heard a knock on the door, he answered it to see you twiddling your thumbs. "hey sheila" he greeted. you looked up at him "hey sniper, I was wondering if you could take me to the payphones?" Sniper thought about it for a minute, he did need to call his parents anyway, so why not. He nodded, and you two got in the front. "thanks sniper" you said as you put on your seat belt. He nodded again, and adjusted everything so he could start driving. On the road y'all just sat in a comfortable silence, which was normal since sniper was pretty shy around you. When y'all reached the payphones you got out, and rushed over eager to talk to c/n. sniper leaned against his camper waiting for you to be done. After some time had passed, and you and c/n talked, it was time for c/n to go. So y'all said your goodbyes, and you put the phone back. sniper looked up to see you crying a little bit. His expression turned to concern, and he went over, and put his hand on your shoulder. He was not expecting you to turn around, and hug him. His eyes widened, and he stiffened up a bit before hugging you back. You wimperd, and told him that you missed c/n so much, they were your child and it was so hard to not be able to see, and talk to them whenever you wanted to. Ok he was not ready for this, he had no idea what to say, he understood how you felt though, he felt the same way about his parents, he then wondered if his parents cried after they talked to him too. All he could really do was hold you, and listen 

Medic  

You and the German doctor had just started dating, everything was going really great, but you were really nervous to tell him about c/n. You had no idea how he would react to the news, would he think differently of you? You didn't know, but you had to tell him. y'all were cuddling on the couch in his office, when you decided to talk to him about c/n. You pulled away, and said "I need to talk to you about something" he nodded, and looked into your eyes which made you even more terrified, than you were before. You gulped, and fidgeted your slightly sweaty hands before explaining that you had a child, he was shocked "why didn't you tell me about c/n before" he asked, feeling a little hurt. did you not trust him? You looked down with tears threatening to spill "I didn't want you to think differently of me" upon hearing this he immediately wrapped his arms around you, and held you close "oh Liebe I could never think any differently of you. Raising a child is hard, and I think you are so strong, and brave for doing so" you sighed in relief finally being able to relax. A few of the tears you were holding back finally fell, and he was quick to wipe them away.

So I tried something a bit different, I'm fairly Happy with how this turned out. I hope y'all enjoyed it (•ө•)♡

[fruit-teeth]

Matters of Time and Fate (13)

The feeling of the bathmat was a type of comfort that one would normally avoid, but Olivia welcomed it as she lay against the bathroom floor. Her fingers, with dirt gathered beneath the nails, picked at the edge of the mat while the water ran in the tub beside her.

Olivia was supposed to be showering, but she could not bring herself to do so. She felt stuck, she felt numb, she felt��empty. She felt as though she had been gutted, like a teddy bear being emptied of its stuffing. It was as if, at any moment, she could look down and see her feelings laying on the floor, heavy yet fluffy as cotton.

Still, the tears wouldn’t stop. Olivia pulled down the towel from the nearest towel rack and wrapped it around herself, sniffling. She closed her eyes, aching like she’d never ached before.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Scout’s voice came hollering, “Hey, kid! Ya still in there? You’re gonna waste all the hot water!”

Olivia did not want to yell, but she did. “Go away!” she shrieked, coiling the towel around herself even tighter.

She thought Scout would leave, but much to her alarm, the door swiftly opened. “Are you talkin’ to me!?” Scout raised his voice, poking his head in the doorway. “Oh, don’t you dare take that tone with me, you—” he stopped, seeing that Olivia was not actually in the shower, but instead fully-clothed and wrapped in a towel.

Scout saw the tears in her eyes, and he felt bad for yelling. He swallowed, stepping in and sitting beside her. “Hey, kid…are you okay?”

Olivia wiped her eyes roughly, sniffling miserably. “No.”

Scout went quiet, staying still beside her. After a moment, he rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “You wanna…you wanna talk about it?”

Olivia hugged her knees in, pulling the towel tighter around herself. “T-they made me sign away the company today,”

Scout frowned. “Oh…aw, hey, I’m sorry about that…”

“They don’t care what I want!” Olivia’s voice pitched as she sobbed some more. “No one said I could have what I want, no one asked…”

“Hey, hey,” Scout hesitated, before placing a hand on her shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry…that happens a lot when you’re a kid,”

Olivia buried her face into her knees, whining a long, muffled whine. Scout sighed, his hand staying on her shoulder as he was unsure of how else to comfort her.

When she calmed somewhat, Scout asked, “Hey, kid…can I ask you somethin’?”

Olivia looked up, her eyes reddened and still brimming with tears. “Huh?”

“Why’d you want the company in the first place?” Scout questioned. “I mean…you’re a kid. What’s a kid like you want with a company?”

Olivia wiped her eyes, sitting up. “It’s my birthright. Daddy said so,”

“Well, yeah, but…” Scout shrugged. “Was that somethin’ you wanted to do?”

“Well…” Olivia trailed off, and she suddenly realized she didn’t have answer. She wanted it because it was something that was expected of her…for as long as she could remember, her father had always been there, reminding her what her destiny was and what she was being trained to do. “My…my daddy wanted it,”

Scout huffed. “Aw, come on, kid. Just ‘cause your dad wanted it doesn’t mean that’s what you gotta be. My ma wanted me to go to college, but that didn’t happen. And ya know what? She’s still real proud of me,” a thought then crossed his mind, and he tilted his head. “Hey - what ever happened to your ma? I’ve heard a lot about your dad, but I’ve never seen your ma,”

Olivia dried her eyes on the towel. “I don’t have a mother,”

“No?” Scout blinked. “Uh…what happened? Do you know?”

Olivia didn’t look up. “Daddy said she didn’t want me,”

“…oh,” Scout’s heart sank, and he squirmed nervously, unsure of how to respond to such an answer.

Just then, the squeaking of boots approached, and Pyro appeared and stood in the doorway, staring at Scout and Olivia silently. They clutched a paper bag in their hand, the sound of their breaths wheezing through the mask.

Scout noticed them, and he froze. “Uh…hey, buddy. Ya need somethin’?”

Pyro responded with a mumbled, muffled answer, and they held up the bag, gesturing at Olivia. Olivia felt confused, though she wasn’t afraid of Pyro, and she sat up taller. “What?”

Pyro walked into the bathroom and opened the bag, digging their hand inside. They pulled out a bright yellow rubber duck, which they handed to Olivia.

“Oh! Hey, that’s pretty cool of you, Pyro!” Scout praised, relieved that it hadn’t been something bad. “You ever have a rubber duck before?”

“No,” Olivia turned the little duck over in her hands, staring at its face. Like the stuffed cat she had gotten that same day, holding it brought her comfort. She pressed it close to her chest, looking up at Pyro. “Thanks,” she replied softly, staring up at the black-rimmed goggles of Pyro’s mask. She wondered why they never took it off, or if they even had a face underneath it.

Pleased that she had accepted the gift, Pyro knelt down and patted Olivia’s head with a light hand. They mumbled something to her, before standing back up and heading out of the bathroom.

Once Pyro had left, Scout remarked, “Pyro’s kinda weird sometimes, but they can be real nice,”

Olivia nodded, still staring down at the duck, her hands tracing over it lightly. “Yeah…” she looked back up at Scout, wiping an arm over her eyes. “I think I’m gonna shower, now,”

“Oh! Okay,” Scout stood up quickly. “I’ll head out then. See you at dinner, kid,”

When he left and the door closed behind him, Olivia was alone again. She was still sad, but there was a flicker of joy deep inside her. She felt more comfortable somehow, more at home…this wasn’t her home, it could never really be her home. But…maybe it could be. She didn’t know how long she would be here, if she would ever see her old house again. Though as she looked at the duck in her hands, the painted-on smile staring back up at her, she felt lighter and freer than she had felt within the last hour. She stood up, clutching the duck to her chest as she turned the shower on again.

As Olivia was upstairs, secluded in the bathroom, the energy downstairs was very different.

Sniper’s biological mother was going to be staying with the rest of the mercenaries. This fact had been established the moment she’d walked in, when the others took notice of her presence and Sniper had announced that he would get a space ready for her. Though the Townhouse was quite big, there wasn’t a great amount of room to spare, so the idea of yet another person staying there, especially someone with a reputation like Lar-Nah’s, was detested. Spy finally decided to confront Sniper about this, just as dinner was being prepared.

“Do you care to explain why your mother couldn’t simply go to a nursing home or some such place?” Spy asked unabashedly, cornering Sniper by the kitchen cabinets.

“Spook, come on,” Sniper pleaded. “She doesn’t have anywhere else to go! What was I gonna do, abandon her?”

“She abandoned you,” Spy pointed out. “Doing the same would be a reasonable course of action,”

Sniper huffed. “Oh, shut it. You wouldn’t be singin’ that tune if Scout abandoned you,”

Spy just stared silently at Sniper for a moment, before Sniper sighed again. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have brough that up,”

“No, it’s all right,” Spy assured. “Although my concern is that you’re letting her stay only because you miss the mother that raised you, so you’re going to try and use her as a replacement,”

Sniper did not look at him. “I never said that.”

“You may not have said it, but I know it’s true,” Spy asserted.

“Why do you care, anyway?” Sniper frowned, his brow furrowing. “I get being nosy is your whole thing, but…”

“I’m not allowed to care about my teammates?” Spy put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Besides, it isn’t just you who has to share a space with her. It’s all of us,”

Sniper looked down again, fidgeting. “Yeah. I get that…but I would just feel better if I kept her close,”

“I understand,” Spy nodded, and he cleared his throat. “Dinner should be ready any moment, it’s best if you finish settling your mother in beforehand,”

“Oh – yeah, of course,” Sniper took a breath, gathering some bottled water and toiletries from the cabinets.

Meanwhile, Olivia was getting her nightgown on upstairs as the wind began to pick up outside. It would probably storm soon, as the darkening clouds indicated. Remembering how Belicia had always closed the windows when it rained, Olivia did the same, getting up off the bed and shutting the window.

It was then, though, that Olivia caught the sight of her own reflection in the glass of the window. Normally she would not have thought much of this, but through the reflection she noticed what appeared to be a figure standing behind her, looming over her. She only saw the figure for a few seconds, but it was enough for her to let out a shriek of terror.

Olivia fell backwards onto the floor, covering her eyes and pressing them shut. Just then, there was a harsh knock at the door.

“Lass! Are ye all right in there!?” Demoman’s voice came rumbling through the other side of the door.

Olivia got right up and scampered to the door, swinging it open. “Someone was in my room!” she squealed, waving her hands around. “I-I saw them in the reflection, I—”

“A ghost!?” Demoman made his way into the room, looking all around, his hands clenched into fists. He went quiet for a moment, listening, before he bellowed, “Ye don’t know who yer dealing with, spirits! If ye don’t leave this wee child alone, you will face my sword and my anger!”

Olivia hid right behind his leg, but as she watched Demoman yell at the ghosts, she couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t sure why she was smiling, there was just something amusing about it. She giggled, through she rooted closer to his leg.

Demo looked down, and he ran his hand through Olivia’s damp hair. “I don’t see any ghosts, but if there any, you tell me! I know a thing or two about those bloody things…”

“Okay,” Olivia agreed, taking a step back. “Have you chased ghosts before?”

“Oh, yes,” Demo gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to tell you all about it, but first, how about we go eat dinner? You must be hungry, wee one,”

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 5 [RE-EDITED]

I had decided to re-edited this chapter since I had gotten better at my writing. I had add new words and editted out mistakes. Please enjoy the Chapter. ^^

-Chapter 5-

-Later on after 12 hours passed…-

Demoman was sleeping in his bed, passed out drunk for close to 12 hours, nearly to 13 if longer, ‘’what a nap!’’ I wrote here.

Clank! Bang! Clink!

Demoman, his real name being Tavish Finnegan DeGroot, heard a hammer hitting from outside of his room and it caused Demoman’s eyes-er, eye to flutter open, his brown eye now opened as he come to terms with the realization that it’s 4:00 in the morning, he listened for a moment for the sound and sure enough it did, so he just layed back down on the bed.

Bang! Bang! Clink! Clank!

he tried to go back to sleep but the sound of hammer hitting the nail had persisted through from outside his room, causing the black scottish man to groan “That bloody toymaker….!” in annoyance and then getting out of his warm bed as his head swirls from a hangover he had last night. He grabbed his eye-patch and then tied on his left eye that had been lost as he thought ‘’Why the bloody hell would he be makin’ something in 4:00 o’clock in the morning?’’

He jumped when a thunderbolt crackled from the sky, he groaned ‘’Bloody hell…Not right now storm…’’ and then in nothing but a tank-top and boxers, he stumbled out of his dorm room and then into the hallway to get to the main room that has the nearest exit.

Bang! Clack! Clank! Bang!

He stumbled to the door as he places both hands on it to steady his balance while he muttered “Engie, keep that racket down...!”, then he goes to the doorknob then turns it, opening the door and letting himself through it and into the lobby with his throbbing legs from a hurting hangover, he was expecting Engineer was working on his one of his buildings as usual but what he didn’t expect was to find his team with four men he had never seen before all in the lobby together, boarding up the windows as his eye went wide open upon seeing this.

“Yes, they are indeed taking a blood sample from one of them just in case a vaccine will be made if it is…. No Miss Pauling, we do not know if it’s a wide pandemic or not, it’s a chance to see this though… Yes, yes…” Spy speaking into a microphone attached to an old radio that was once used in World War II too.

Two doctors and Engineer are at the table with a corpse wearing a nazi uniform and it appeared to be it had been into some kind of accident. Medic said ‘’Und it brought zhem back to life?’’ to Richtofen who nodded as he gave Medic a scalpel and then unscrews a cap from a syringe before carefully giving it to his fellow German doctor..

‘’Of course, 115 may be solution for power and making veapons warfare but it can be like a virus if you’re exposed to it or having it injected into you with too much doses.’’

‘’If a rock of it is in you?’’ Engineer questioned as he cutted it’s liver out with a scalpel, then he handed the severed liver with brownish red blood covering it to Medic who simply took it like it was a normal medical operation.

‘’If it’s been shoved in you, there’s a slight chance of you turning one of zhem or become a superbeing if not two rocks at once, Nazis had once tried zhis, und it’s the result of two rocks in one body.’’ Richtofen answered as he handed it to Medic.

‘’But uh, it’s dead right? I mean ‘’Dead dead’’ dead right?’’ Scout asked as he rubbed his arm up and down uncomfortable when he saw the corpse of a zombie in the lobby with them. “We wouldn’t have to worry about them right?

“Wrong, Scout.” Takeo answered as he kept his attention on his sword stained in the blood of the fallen before continued with ‘’But unless you cut of its head or destroy it Scout.’’ as he cleans his katana sword with a cloth while he sits down.

“Zhe samurai has a point, Herr Scout.” Medic mumbled as he puts on a glass plate that is used for samples from germs and something medical, he then gets an empty syringe and then plunged the needle into the liver and slowly and carefully pulled the plunge back, drawing and filling the syringe with the blood of the undead as he said “Zhese creatures vere like us, zhey can be killed vhen ve go for zhe head.”

‘’Yes… Of course we will… What?! They are after you for…? Fantastic….’’ Spy spoke as he’s taking a cigarette between his fingers. Demoman was completely speechless upon seeing this, he was in shock and silent in horror of the scene before him, he had no idea what to do as he became fully sober enough during this till Scout noticed him, smiled and said, ‘’Hey! Look who woke up!’’

Everyone looked at Demoman in unison, Takeo was ready to fight but Nikolai stopped him as he held his hand out to halt as he whispered “Wait Takeo.”

‘’Good morning Demoman!’’ Soldier greeted with a smile as Scout said ‘’It’s still night Solly.’’

Demoman finally snapped out of his shock as he finally found the words for him to say it out, he yelled ‘’BLOODY HELL!! What is that thing?!!’’ as he points at the corpse, demanding answers from anyone in the room.

Suddenly, Spy then groans in frustration ‘’UGH! Alright fine!” before turning off the radio, ending the conversion with her and then putting it away in his hidden coat pocket then turning to everyone and saying “She says we all have to get to her quickly.’’ as Heavy looked over at Spy with concern, ‘’Mrs. Pauling had said that? Where was she? Is she alright?’’ he asked the Frenchman.

‘’Yes, she is but she is now hiding from some type of otherworldly army she called ‘’The Helghast” with a ruthless colonel named ‘’Colonel Mael Radec’’ or someone other who now out looking for her so,’’ Spy turns to face everyone again ‘’This may be or not be worse than those dead things outside but now we are her only hope of rescue.’’

‘’Could someone tell me what is going on?!’’ Demo demanded with anger toning his voice, then hard knocking came from the door winch nearly jumped and were going for their guns but they heard Sniper’s voice calling out like an alarm.

‘’It’s me! Let me in!’’

Heavy undid the board that was keeping the door closed to prevent the dead from getting in, opening the door for Sniper to get in and when they looked at him, with ripped vines and flower petals all over him a little bit, he looked like he had gone to a garden that has been created by none other than the Devil himself. ‘’I’m sorry mates, I couldn’t clear a path to the bloody train…’’

‘’What? What happened?’’ Takeo questioned with concerned and worry had printed on his face, Sniper grabbed one vine that is on his right shoulder and threw it on the ground as he said ‘’I know this is crazy for me to say but a big deadly flower had blocked the way, I fought back but it just kicked my a@# and handed it to me with no trouble at all!’’

Now Dempsey isn’t the only one that everyone thought had finally gone crazy, he said, ‘’Are you serious?’’

‘’Aye, unlike the man with a dice for a he-’’

‘’DON’T start it up Sniper.’’

‘’Speaking of deadly flowers, are you alright Sniper?’’ Nikolai said as Pyro got up and handed Sniper their blanket with ducks on it they had covered them, Sniper grasped lightly on the cloth as he looked down ‘’”Define” Alright Nik… Thanks Pyro.’’

“You’re welcome!” Pyro mumthed.

‘’Can we all make this quick please? I want to be paid very quick and well for this job.’’ Spy stated as Scout walked by with a bat on his shoulder as he muttered ‘’If we survive…’’

‘’UGH!! First ve’ve been sent to medieval times in zhe Middle Ages period und now this!’’ Medic declared angrily as he threw both the scalpel and the blood-filled syringe but luckily Engineer caught it by it’s plunger thankfully not the tipped needle as he yelled ‘’Doc!’’

Engineer held it as the Medic calmed down then put the cap on the needle so they could use it later for research then looked at the Medic.

‘’It’s not really everyone’s fault for this, it’s not like the last time after what the other Doctor told us.’’ the Taxen assured him, Demoman’s went wide as he closed the door upon hearing what was happening while he was asleep.

‘’No way! Did we travel back in time again?!’’ Demoman exclaimed towards the two geniuses, ‘’Nein, zhis may like it but on the other zhis time Demoman.’’ Medic explained as he retrieved the scalpel but Engineer steadied him to hestaition as he said ‘’That’s quite enough for right now Doc.’’

‘’And you must be Demoman?’’ Takeo asked as he looked at the black scottish man with an eyepatch, ‘’Aye, who is asking ye? Are ye with--’’

‘’It’s alright Demo, they’re with us for right now man.’’ Scout said as he held his hands up to gesture to him to calm down. ‘’True, they became our allies after they helped us killed these undead rotten ugly creatures known as--’’ Spy said till he was cut off by Demoman saying ‘’They were zombies you killed?’’

‘’You knew what Spy was saying?’’ Dempsey asked.

‘’Me ma once told me a lot about these things and what they will do, she told me that the only way to destroy them is-’’

‘’Is to go for the bloody head, thanks, we learned that already.’’ Sniper interrupted as he looked at the Scottish with anger because he had slept through everything like a rock. ‘’Listen, vhatever happening here is something else threatening the multiverse zhan another one previously. Vinch ve are trying to figure it out right now.’’ Richtofen told them, Demoman turned to everyone with shock.

‘’Multiverse? Where are we then?! What happened here while I was asleep!?’’ Demoman demanded, Medic turned and walked over to the Scottish with an angry expression and said ‘’You didn’t zhink zhat we vould be zhe same predicament as you?! Ve vere fighting vave after vave of zombies zhat tried to kill us for zhe past 12 hours! Und vhat had surprised me zhe most is zhat your own bombs didn’t voke you up!’’

‘’Hey Doc, I was drunk! How can it be happening?! With random people from different world this time?!’’

‘’Not only different worlds but different timelines of each universe,’’ Edward once again began ‘’I had no idea vho or vhat was bringing us here but I am sure zhat ve can stop it.’’

‘’How can we do dat when we’re the ones that need to be savin’?’’

‘’I don’t know!’’

‘’If we got here first and already met people from different worlds across time and space, there’s no doubt that there is more to come than zombies.’’

‘’Tank’s right ‘bout that.’’ Engineer added as he cleans his hand with a cloth as it was stained in blood.

‘’We need to destroy the enemy before it gets worse in this war! For the good of mankind and the universe!’’

‘’Soldier, we need help if we were going to do so.’’

‘’And we are going to need a lot of help we can get,’’ Nikolai corrected Engineer as he walked up to one of the boarded up windows, ‘’Things are going down hill from where we stood.’’ as he was looking through the wood boards he can clearly see 5 helicopters flying by across the plains just outside of the fortress as zombies took notice of them.

Everyone then goes to the windows to watch the dead looking at the aircrafts going by towards the far south.

They then began to follow the copters away towards the south as others stood back and watched them leave the area with relative peace.

‘’Well, at least they are leaving us alone for frickin’ once.’’ Scout sighed in relief as Richtofen perked up ‘’For now until dawn. Best not let our hopes up high just yet.’’

Dempsey turned to everyone as he loaded his pistol once more.

‘’It is almost dawn, better be ready for what comes next.’’ Dempsey said.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s now 7:00 AM after three hours of sleep, as the sun slowly rises from the horizon overlooking the fortress, zombies had left the area overnight after the helicopters as they headed for the south.

*New day is here.

Back in the lobby, the group are preparing themselves for a mission to rescue their employer in distress. They talk amongst each other while they’re preparing, wondering what they will do next after she was rescued from this otherworldly army.

‘’Hey! Give dat back!’’

‘’Nah!’’

Sniper was looking at the comic that he had taken from Scout’s hands awhile he chuckled, Takeo is sharpening his sword as well cleaning off the blood off it, Nikolai is helping Engineer and Heavy packed up canned food and bottled water they will need for the trip, Engineer had invented a pocket-like device for each member in his team; he called Back-Pit, it would contain anything for survival: Tents, Weapons, clothing, food, water, anything you need when you’re going camping!

Primis Crew had never seen and used Back-Pit that engineers had invented since they were from the early 1900’s but he showed them instructions on how to use it since he had written down notes to go with each device after he had stayed up all night working on it.

‘’Is everyone ready for this mission yet?’’ Spy said as he took a drag of cigarette while everyone turned to face him and Medic all dressed up and ready.

They are in their usual clothing when they wear it in war games, ‘’Uh, guys? Do you think that ya be worried about getting them dirty?’’

‘’Nein herr Scout,’’ Medic answered, ‘’Besides, we can’t be mercenaries if we can’t look our best.’’ Spy added to winch Scout shrugged as he said ‘’Okay then, but don’t come crying to me when you’re all covered in mud and blood-’’

‘’We are always covered in mud and blood everyday Scout.’’ They both said as Dempsey chuckled humorlessly.

*Burned.

Scout glared at them two supporting mercs while Soldier and Demoman are looking at the weapons on the wall, then a sword sheathed on the Scottish’s back suddenly spoke up ‘’Do we really have to chop off zombies’ head?’’

‘’So, you’re bringing the Eyelander.’’ Soldier said as he looked at his friend, ‘’Aye, if I had ever ran out of ammunition, I would use him since I had own him.’’

‘’But do we really have to kill zombies? I want to chop off the Helghast heads instead.’’ Eyelander complained as Demo’s eye turned yellow, to winch he replied ‘’Shut up ye overgrown toothpick.’’

‘’Are you sure? Your eye is turning yellow. I don’t think it’s such a good idea.’’

‘’I can control him Jane, trust me.’’ Demoman assured him, then he looked over to the photo that the Soldier had in his hand. ‘’And ye’re taking her photo with you on this trip.’’

‘’Yeah, I am.’’

He calmly holds the photo of Zhanna, Heavy’s sister to winch he loves when he first meets her as he looks at the photo. Spy then begins to speak up ‘’Gentlemen, this is now the one thing we may have never experienced before in our lives. Never once we would’ve thought of this might happen again but differently this time with enemies we have never known. As long we will fin--’’

‘’Don’t give off the speech Spy, we don’t even know what was out there. Out there is all f*&%ed up! We’re all gonna die, over and over, this is much worse that dat!’’

‘’Don’t doubt everyone about this Private! We are going to survive this war!’’

‘’OoOoh yeah, like that would be comforting to know Soldier when these things could come back!’’

‘’If you know what was good for ya, you would shut it before you will say something you might regret maggot!’’

‘’ENOUGH!!’’

Heavy’s yell silenced everyone in the room around him, Scout had muttered something then walked away.

‘’Yelling at each other isn’t going to help anyone in this problem, we have to be ready for war.’’ Heavy said as he tossed a backpack onto his back then turned back to face everyone ‘’And crush little dead men along the way.’’

‘’Alright then.’’

Engineer then looked over to Pyro who was holding and looking at the Balloonicorn in their hands, they looked worried as they kept looking at it. Engineer walked over to Pyro, placed his hand on their shoulder, smiled softly and said ‘’Pyro, don’t worry about him, he’ll wait for us till all of this is over and done with. Just make sure you bring ammo and warm clothes with you okay?’’

As Takeo and Nikolai looked over to the two, the sergeant wondered if Pyro was like this before. More likely long before these… events happened, ‘’Maybe they had a mind of a child.’’ he thought.

‘’Still though,’’ Spy began once more ‘’as soon after we found her and mission accomplished, 9 of us and four of them will go on our separate ways before she would notice them.’’

Dempsey looked at the French with a mix of anger and confusion, ‘’Why would she notice us with-’’

‘’Mistakes you four for mercenaries and gets all of you hired? It’s what I am concerned of at the least of it.’’

‘’But ve are not mercenaries, are from a different plane of existence. Vhy is zhere a reason for her to-’’

‘’It’ll be based on judging your talents you’ve got, since you are from a different universe and all.’’

‘’I see.’’ Takeo said as he looked the other way as his allies did the same.

Sniper looked down as Engineer took noticed that other of his teammates is worried, so he asked ‘’Is there something wrong?’’

‘’The only way out of this area is by train, but we can’t get to it because of a bloody giant flower.’’

‘’Even if you’re really crazy for being alone too long or not, you are still a part of the team through the Gravel War and through when robots tried to destroy Mann Co. There’s nothing we can’t fight back Sniper.’’

Sniper looked at the Texen as his hands rested on his arms after he crossed them, he then smiled softly as he said ‘’I am willing to bet that we can still win Engie.’’

After preparing for the journey ahead, they picked up their weapons and headed out through the doors, leaving the lobby behind to find Mrs. Pauling and rescue her with a song in their hearts but just in case the zombies are still around, they stayed cautious and keep their eyes open for anything with legs and is dead.

They had looked around as they walked past the corpses they killed a day before and passed the Panser that tried to kill them as Demoman looked at it with curiosity. ‘’Could any one of ye explain this to me?’’ Demoman asked the Spy who was walking beside him.

‘’The day before?’’

‘’The day before I woke up lad, please’’

‘’Well, while you were asleep, we were transported to this part of the world but in a different dimension somehow. Then Medic met Richtofen who is the doctor like him but from a different timeline like us, then more things happened when we met Dempsey, Takeo and Nikolai long before I met them in the Respawn Room before Soldier destroys it with the RPG. when 12 of us were finished killing off the dead, the armored zombie, to switch the Samurai called it the ‘’Panzer Soldat’’ from what I can recall, came out of the sky then tried to kill us but Heavy, Medic, Scout and Engie had killed it first before it could. As much as you can tell, I know that you couldn’t believe it on what we saw, if it’s not going well with you, then your mind is more f*&$ed up than it was.’’ Spy told the black Scottish man.

‘’Ah… I see that now...’’

‘’But still, you were their demotion expert, why were you drunk at a time like this?’’

‘’I didn’t realize it was bad timing till now, I had been an alcoholic, even when my liver left me then came back. Yet I’ve still alive for you to have a sobered Demoman until the mission is over!’’

Nikolai looked at Demoman who had his eye closed with a confident smile with a stare before saying ‘’...And what good will come from that?’’

‘’Roasted’’ The Eyelander spoke as Demoman went wide eyed upon hearing this response from Nikolai, he turned away as he said ‘’W-well, when ye’re in the same slate as me after you sleep through the whole bloody thing, ya’ll be something like…’’ he then looked over to a rock before saying ‘’A rock!’’

‘’Why a rock, Demoman?’’ Nikolai asked.

‘’It’s uh… represents strength a-and if it had been hit by a hammer, over and over until it breaks into a few pieces to winch… You can repair with what’s left of it into something new and making it more stronger with others for you to help.’’

Nikolai gave him a look of confusion as he said ‘’Are you sure that you are not drunk before this?’’

‘’Demoman means to say is to keeping your spirit strong despite being broken already and staying with close to your friends Nikorai.’’ Takeo corrected.

‘’Exactly lad!’’

‘’Even after the Em-’’

‘’I KNOW Nikorai and I rather not speak of it in the moment.’’ the samurai sneered as he walked faster away from the Russian and Scottish. ‘’Was there something wrong with him in the past?’’

‘’Of course, but he would keep an eye on those who would do things that will betray his trust and to where the suspicions and betrayal come from; he rather not speak about it in the moment Demoman.’’ he said as he too walked fast away from Demoman to catch up to Takeo, leaving him alone with the sword on his back.

‘’In his words; In life you can easily trust someone, but once the trust is broken its very difficult to trust anyone again.’’ Eyelander quoted as Demoman glared him with envy and anger ‘’Oh, now ye’re the one being wise?’’

‘’Someone needs to be taught about such things Demo, now about the heads-’’

‘’You will have the chance to do so in a moment after we deal with these zombies first Eyelander.’’ Demoman said as he kept walking to catch up with the others as they followed Sniper to where the train station is.

They expected to find a road clear to the railway but it was blocked off… with vines with thorns, everyone looked at the vines with confusion and curiosity. ‘’They…. Weren’t here yesterday when we were here.’’

‘’Why were there vines here man?’’

‘’I don’t know’’

‘’Something’s not right about it…’’

They whispered amongst each other as they looked around the area then at the vine, Takeo suddenly getting the feeling about these vines, they reminded him of the vines back on the island after his other self was betrayed by… No, no no. he can’t think about it right now, something else is controlling them and it’s not a Thrasher this time.

‘’Sniper?’’

‘’Yeah mate?’’

‘’Was this the ‘flower’ doing this?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’If it’s really doing this, we should follow the vine to the source of this.’’ Takeo stated, Sniper nodded to this agreement as others began to think of the same thing to investigate. So they followed the vines to the railway station where they spotted something that wasn’t there before: an orange petal peeking over from the roof.

This strengthens their curiosity upon seeing the petal, why is there an orange petal peeking out from the roof? Takeo looked at the petal in confusion, he had never seen a flower that big before, not big enough to have it’s petals peeking over from the roof of a train station.

Takeo then gets a feeling that this is no normal flower and it may be dangerous as he said ‘’I now believe this is the flower that Sniper spoke of, we need to remain cautious for this.’’

‘’I was going to say the same thing about it Takeo.’’ Spy said as he got a revolver out from the back pocket of his coat while they walked towards the entrance to the station and saw there was a giant flower but…

Meeting Cagney Carnation

Not like what Sniper had said, it looked like a harmless friendly giant flower as he gently held his leaf-hands to his face like he was very shy when he saw a group of humans come to him in full view with dumbfounded looks on their faces.

‘’Heh… Cute.’’ Scout commented as he placed the bat over his shoulder.

‘’A ’Deadly Flower’ huh? Unbelievable… Un. Believable…’’ Spy groaned in disbelief.

Sniper too was in disbelief upon this discovery, this isn’t what he remembered when he first encountered him last night and as for Takeo, looked at the giant flower with shock but for a reason he held on as he looked at it, the feeling of danger gotten stronger and didn’t fade away without fail.

‘’My my…’’ Flower began to speak that startled everyone ‘’Hello there little humans!’’ with a kind cherry voice as Pyro waved hello to the flower as they mumbled ‘’hello! Who are you cute flower?’’ in an excited child voice.

‘’Oh how nice of you! My name is Cagney, Cagney Carnation.’’ the flower introduced himself, then he asked ‘’Golly, what brings you all here to this train station?’’

‘’We need to ride the train out of here Mr. Carnation. We are doing something very important so, if you could kindly move the vines away so we can be on our way.’’ Spy answered, ‘’Spy…!’’ Takeo mustered a worried tone under his breath as Sniper looked .

‘’Oh really? You want to go through to get to the train?’’ Cagney asked.

‘’Yeah, that’s why we came here for man.’’ Scout said with a confident smile, ‘’If you want to go through me…’’ the Flower’s tone suddenly turned sinister that caught everyone off guard by this sudden change in this endeavor.

‘’Then you’ll just have to fight me…’’ He continued as the group noticed Cagney’s friendly form begins to change; thorns grew on his stem, leafs turned hands as he covered his face from everyone as they watched the flower turned.

‘’Then rip it off from my cold dead VINES!!!’’

Cagney’s 1st phase

Everyone looked at the flower with terrified expressions, as Sniper said ‘’See what I mean?’’

‘’Yes, yes we now do see it, you are a man of your word.’’ Spy said while Heavy nodded, Dempsey then loads the StG-44 as he said ‘’Less talking, more fighting!’’

‘’If you can fight!’’ Cagney said as he sent the vines flying through the air, Everyone tried to run but ended up being wrapped up in vines one by one as they tried to dash to different directions. Well, all but Takeo and Scout.

*The vines had captured your new found friends and allies, *All but you two. *It is now harvest time.

‘’Takeo! Do what the text said to do!’’ Nikolai shouted as he struggled to break free from the vines with the others. Takeo and Scout turned to face the Carnation who is doing a dance, ‘’Fools who attempt to fight this will leave with allergic rhinitis!’’ the flower taunted at them with the overconfident smile.

‘’Unless you will be cut down like a tree!’’ Takeo spat back as Scout nodded while he readies the bat to attack. Cagney’s head then turns into something that resembles a gatling gun with the hand on the crank and then turns it to fire seeds at the air and then fall onto the duo.

‘’Incoming Tak!’’ Scout shouted as he ran to the left, Takeo ran towards the right as seeds came crashing down from the sky as Cagney’s head changed back. ‘’Good job but can you dodge THIS!?’’ he said before luging his face towards the two with his hands wigging.

‘’OH GOD THAT IS JUST CREEPY AS @#$%!!’’ Scout screamed as he and Takeo ducked and covered their heads from Cagney’s attack, Takeo then noticed the Ray Gun that Richtofen dropped on the ground after the vines got him, he crawled for it and then grabbed it then aimed at the flower and opened fire.

Cagney hissed in pain as he contacted his face back to his head to rub it and feel the marks where the Ray Gun had left, to winch he turned angry as he said ‘’Oh not like the other time I had been beaten! Not like the last time!’’ Then he put both his hands together then made three acorns appear as he spread his hands apart as they spun.

Then they quickly stopped spinning then fly towards the two, Scout dodges the acorns but was hit by one of them as he screamed in pain ‘’Medic!’’

‘’I am occupied in the moment Scout!’’ Medic shouted out towards his injured teammate as he struggled.

Cagney then does his magic hands trick again, Takeo then gets his sword out, turns it to the blunt side and then hits all three at the right timing to send flying fast back to Cagney with full hitting force.

One hit the side of his head, one hit him on the left arm then last one hit him on the stem and he became furious than ever as he pulled on his own petals in frustration. ‘’Grrr… NOW you asked for it!’’

‘’Asked for what??’’ Everyone asked that question, to winch Cagney answered ‘’THIS!’’

Then the Flower buries his arms into the ground as Takeo and Scout looked down at it in shock as they felt rumbling while the small pebbles are shaking and hopping, then sudden vines sprouted out of the ground, taking three chunks of the ground with the samurai and RED Member with them as Cagney’s appearance changed once again to more monstrous look; his teeth had become sharpen, his petals became sharpen and straighten and more thorns and vines covered his stem, making it tougher than leather armor.

(From Cuphead Wiki respectively)

‘’Extreme pollination and total domination!’’

Cagney then laughed hard at them as his tongue turned hand-like and pointed at them in a funny manner. ‘’I can’t decide what is worse: The bread monster or him!’’ Engineer shouted as he watched helplessly with everyone who gave up struggling to get free from the vines that wrapped them up.

‘’If this is the worse thing up to this point, then yeah!’’ Scout shouted as he rummaged through his bag for his scattergun as Takeo stood for his defense. Cagney then launched his attack on the two, vines rose up from below and they had to jump over to the next platform before the vines would fully wrapped all over the previous one.

‘’Hurry Scout!’’

‘’I AM hurrying!!’’

Scout then began to rummage through his bag faster for his scattergun as if his life depended on it as Takeo was cutting through the vines with the sword til Scout finally found it and got it ready for him to open fire at the flower as Takeo does the same.

Cagney screamed in pain then growled as he launched vines at them once again from below, Takeo jumped to the middle platform but Scout wasn’t fast enough to escape the vines in time as he was caught in them, making Takeo turn around in surprise.

‘’Scout!’’

‘’Go on man! Don’t worry ‘bout me! I’ll be alright!’’ Scout said as he struggled to break free from the vines. ‘’Oh I won’t be worrying about him if I were him,’’ Carnation stated ‘’You will never know when life was being squeezed outta ya!’’ then begins to squeeze everyone, causing everyone gasping for air for a few moments until he’s done as Takeo yelled ‘’No!!’’

‘’And what are ya going to do about it?’’ Cagney smiled a smirk.

‘’I will defeat you, you dishonorable carnation!’’ The samurai spat at the flower who let out a laugh with a confident grin. ‘’And how are ya going to do that?’’

Then the officer took out his sword and then swung it at the vine, cutting it as it was going towards him, Cagney winced in pain at the sudden stinging feeling but was soon being under fire by Takeo with the Ray Gun.

Cagney then roared and fought back with pink and purple bullets at Takeo, he reacted and struck the pink bullets first to his surprise they disappeared as soon as he hit them but he immediately knew that the purple ones didn’t do the same as their pink counterparts.

Vines under the platform he was on were about to attack but he somehow knew there was a vine then jumped to the next platform, much closer to the deadly flower with a glare as Cagney grinned wider.

Before he could attack, Takeo opened fire on the flower with the raygun, he screamed in pain as the samurai kept firing at him.

‘’Hey! Stop! STTTOOOOOOPPPP IIIITTT!!!!’’

Takeo fired one last shot at Cagney, finally defeated him in his own game as he was screaming to the sky while his eyes became black and hollow as Takeo watched.

Knockout!

You won! Reward: 50 Gold and a Fabled Ribbon

Cagney eventually stopped screaming as the vines dropped his comrades to the ground, some of them fell flat on their faces while most of them landed gracefully on their feet and looked over to Takeo.

‘’Takeo! You have saved us all!’’ Nikolai started,

‘’You have killed the enemy’s super weapon!’’ Soldier proclaimed.

‘’It may be but I can tell that this isn’t what 115 would do to plants like how it did some of them on an island.’’ Takeo said as he looked at Cagney, then a bird came by and landed on one of the vines before pecking on it.

‘’Still Takeo, you had saved us from zhis flower und killed it.’’ Richtofen said as he walked over to the plant, examining it in detail as he noticed it is cartoon-like, ‘’Mate, this is…’’ Sniper said as he is somewhat satisfied with Takeo defeating Cagney but disturbed to seeing him like this.

‘’This is… Is the creepy sight…’’

Heavy then perked up ‘’Little Japanese had killed flower but it is too easy.’’ as he pointed at the fallen flower as Richtofen walked over to the fallen flower.

‘’Herr Heavy is quite right about it, it seemed that you can’t beat zhe dandelion zhat easily vith just one person.’’

Richtofen then knocked on the stem, only an echoed hollow thunk responded as he knocked on it again while he said ‘’Unless you vere counting on something zhat is killable but zhis isn’t it, it’s hollow! A husk even.’’

‘’Hollow?’’ Takeo asked.

‘’The flower’s unkillable?? Aw man! If this day can’t even worse than this.’’ Scout said as he cautiously looked around nervously for any signs of the flower that tried to kill them with no mercy.

‘’Calm down herr Scout, if... Cagney is it? If Cagney really is unkillable and leaves his old body as a husk zhen there’s a chance he will-’’ Medic said as he noticed something on the ground that had sprouted and began wiggling, something green and some type of a leaf as if it’s dying to be a plant,

Medic smiled upon this discovery and said ‘’Ah! Exactly as I thought he vould do! Don’t vorry Mr. Carnation, I am zhe doctor. Let me help you out of zhe dirt.’’ then grabs the leaf between his index finger and thumb and begins to gently pull the sapping out of the dirt, coughing as it grew into a normal-sized flower as others looked on at this.

Others looked at this with interest and yet fear as Cagney bloomed while his petals peeled away from his face, he is in his beginning form and this time he is much smaller than a big flower.

‘’This isn’t fair!’’ Cagney shouted ‘’I was going to win!’’

‘’I guess the odds aren’t in your favor when you’re trying to kill us.’’ Dempsey said.

‘’And yet now you really looked like a cute flower now!’’ Heavy bellowed out as others laughed.

‘’This must have been embarrassing dishonor for you, Cagney.’’ Takeo stated.

‘’Look who’s saying! I just wanted to be stronger to beat guys like you to a plump!’’

Takeo gave him a pitied look as he sheathed his katana away, kneeling down to Cagney’s level and asked ‘’Why would you want to be stronger? You’re only a flower.’’

Cagney looked up at Takeo with nervousness in his eyes and guilt deep down, then he looked in a different direction to avoid his gaze.

‘’W-well,’’ he began as his voice was shaking, ‘’You see… I wanted to d-defend myself from anyone who wanted to d-do me harm so I uh… I kinda made a deal with someone that is…’’

‘’That is what?’’ Nikolai asked.

‘’The Devil.’’

Others but Medic and Richtofen looked at the flower like he was crazy til Richtofen asked ‘’You sold your soul to the Devil?’’

‘’Pretty much and that’s how I was… Well, like that before being beaten by the two kids who had also lost their souls to the Devil and eventually had beaten him and freed everyone’s souls that had unfortunately sold their souls to him as well. If that’s not enough to justify everyone’s justice, they had managed to beat the Devil's good-for-nothing lacky, King Dice in his own game.’’

‘’King Dice? The one with a dice for a head?’’

‘’Yep, has he tricked you too?’’

Dempsey raised an eyebrow at this response.

‘’No,’’ Dempsey answered ‘’I have only just met him the day before, Why would he-’’

‘’He’s the Devil’s right hand man, he can manipulate people with only reason so they can make a deal with the Devil. I am now sure hopefully none of you got caught up in his charm or-’’

‘’Uh oh!’’ A familiar voice that Dempsey heard had caught everyone’s attention and turned over to King Dice who appeared out of nowhere, standing there with his arms behind his back and with the same grin on his face.

‘’Did I feel my ears burning?’’

Dempsey turned to anger as he said ‘’Why are you here?’’

‘’Just stopping by when I saw your friend defeat that flower, and heard a chit-chat about the two brothers who sold their souls. You really are full of surprises, are you Dempsey?’’

‘’You are talking about the two children who had made a deal with a demon?’’ Nikolai growled.

‘’Of course! There are a lot of stories spilling out today like there’s no tomorrow,’’ Dice said as he adjusted his glove on his hand. ‘’Bunch of questions are asked after they were told like one for example: How did we get here after we’ve been snatched and taken. Like how ol li’ Cuphead and Mugman!’’

‘’How should we not know if you and Devil was behind it all?’’ Takeo asked.

‘’Nope, none of us are behind the snatching and taking of anybody here. To be honest with you sinners who started swinging. I like that! Every one of you are sinners of your own deeds.’’

‘’Are you suggesting that we should surrender our souls to your boss?’’ Richtofen confronted him with a glare.

‘’Heh… Of course not! Not now that you guys know about me and the big cheese. But if you all are willing to make a deal, just call me by name alright? Right then! Hi-De-Ho!~’’ he said as he had once again toralls again and fell down the hole he came from and then it shrunks.

‘’I swear I will kill him…’’ Dempsey muttered under his breath as Richtofen walked up to his side, ‘’Good vill come to those who vait but now… Ve need to leave zhis place.’’

‘’Yeah yeah…’’

‘’Um, Cagney, if you don’t mind-’’

‘’Yes! I know! I will let you all pass! Just don’t worry about me alright?’’ Cagney bellowed out with anger.

Scout looked at Cagney with concern, ‘’Are you sure about that? Zombies, you being small flower, they will kinda-’’

‘’I’ll be fine, I’ll just be back to my big old self in no time before they could. Now get out of my sight.’’ Cagney said subborningly.

Vines that are blocked off the path begin to separate and moved upward til the pathway is cleared. Sniper looked down at Cagney and said ‘’Thanks mate.’’

‘’Don’t mention it, all of you proved to be tougher than I think but don’t think that I would end up meeting you guys again.’’ Cagney replied.

‘’We won’t, see ya mate.’’

With the footsteps passing by the Carnation and then passed by as he watched them go to the train station.

They walked the rest of the path to the train station until they finally got there, feeling accomplished by reaching their goal but they know that there could be zombies lurking in the station since they couldn’t waste anymore time than they already have to complete the search and rescue mission.

‘’Does anyone know how to drive a train?’’ Nikolai asked everyone, then the Engineer came up to him.

‘’I can drive that thing son, after all I am an engineer but what can I say? I have many talents.’’

Dempsey chuckled ‘’Well, I can’t argue with that one Dell.’’

Spy walks over to the cargo, ‘’If we are done? We better get going before the dead or this ‘’King Dice’’ fellow comes back.’’ he then opens the door and then ushers his teammates to get on. “After you, Bushman.”

‘’Right.’’

Everyone then hopped on the train in a single file, while Demoman used black paint that he found from the ticket booth to write the cargo the words ‘’The Pain Train.’’ he hears a train whistle pierced the air, he then hops abroad on the cargo as the train begins to move it’s wheels against the rails then goes forward as 3 to 8 zombies comes out of their places in attempts to catch up with the train but wasn’t fast enough to catch up as the train goes quickly out of the station.

Scout looks out of the cargo door and laughs at the undead’s failed attempt, ‘’See ya later zombies!’’

Richtofen sighs out a breath of relief as Takeo sat down on a crate while looking outside with the others. They see the old red western buildings and blue 60’s era buildings before the train leaves the fortress and away from it as they watch.

‘’That was close.’’ Sniper said as Dempsey nodded, ‘’Indeed, a little TOO close.’’ Richtofen added.

‘’Still through, I am so glad that we’re out of there and away from those abominations that are created by none other than Lucifer himself.’’ Spy said as he again took another drag, Medic jumped up to the comment with sweat formed on his forehead as he said ‘’Oh Ja! Of course glad!’’ The others looked at him like he was more crazy than usual.

‘’Although Doctor, you seemed jumpy when Cagney mentioned the Devil before King Dice appeared after he said that he is the Devil’s right hand man. Mind explaining that one?’’ Nikolai asked.

‘’Me? Scared of the Devil?’’ Medic excused, ‘’Nein, nein. I vas only surprised zhat zhe Devil might be real. If Cagney is his debtor zhen zhat means-’’

‘’There are more than just one that owes the Devil their soul.’’ Dempsey interjected as Medic said ‘’Hey!’’

‘’That must’ve explains why Laddie.’’ Demoman as he drinks his scrumpy as Nikolai turns away. ‘’What do you think where Pauling is?’’ Nikolai asked.

‘’She said that she’s in an abandoned town, she had said that it looked like that war had rampaged and ransack it for 80 years or so, not to mention that she said it’s far from the fortress we were in.’’ Spy answered everyone.

‘’Far from the fortress huh?’’ Scout said, ‘’Hopefully we won’t encounter zombies there when we get to the town.’’

‘’I will not get my hopes just yet Scout, Richtofen had said that they can always one step ahead of us.’’ Takeo said as he looked outside of the moving train to view the land, he noticed a few trees that he is so familiar with when he is growing up in Japan.

‘’If this is another world, do you think that there are others taken here as well?’’ Nikolai questioned, ‘’Perhaps, in studies of alternate timelines, there are different worlds as vell.’’

‘’Cool.’’ Scout said as he laid down the crate with his hands at the back of his head.

Everyone looked outside as the train kept moving on the railway tracks to the old town as the hours had passed until the sun began to set over the horizon.

Takeo begins to notice that something is happening with the blossom trees, everyone else soon takes notice of them when the sun disappears behind the hills to make way for night time to begin.

The cherry trees began to glow white as the wind began to blow, allowing the blossoms to fly free into the breeze while everyone looked at them with wonder and amazement. They looked like they were stars being blown away by the wind in outer space as they watched them danced in the dark star-sprinkled skies.

‘’Wow…’’

‘’They don’t normally do something like this…’’ Takeo muttered as he watched, Nikolai walked up to his side and said ‘’Well, in this world, it doesn’t matter…’’

-End of the Flashback…-

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Do you have any headcanons for ftm trans scout? Tf2 is a great game but it could use a little more representation..

Actually, I have a favourite little fanfic about exactly that. 

[That Name by Diredevil]

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Headcanons?

Well, when they first band together, we know Scout is LOUD about how amazing a guy he is, and how fast/smart/strong/etc he is. And I think, perhaps under the circumstances there would be two reasons…The first being to establish himself as he/him to the group unforgettably, and secondly, to make himself feel comfortable in a new environment where things are uncertain.

That is to say, at home it’d been a bit weird for a bit as his Ma and brothers kept accidentally using [dead name] instead of Jeremy, and the wrong pronouns, but they got it eventually. Ma had cried when she realised, not bc there was anything wrong with Scout… just that “she’d accidentally given him the wrong name” (bc she had [dead name] and Jeremy picked out before he was born]. It was pretty touching.

Sure, someone made a smart comment about it… but Scout rarely had to raise a bat, before someone in the family was breaking their teeth and demanding they respect their brother. It was nice.

But on base, with RED? This was a different kettle of fish.

Scout had impulsively taken the job, even if it worried his family, that he was so far away with strangers. They didn’t say it out loud, but they didn’t want him away somewhere they couldn’t get to, if he needed them. And vice versa.The family was a Unit, and while their reputation kept low-level problems away, there were always threats that needed more than one person alone to deal with. 

Scout had fidgeted just about out of his skin the whole train ride to Teufort, it was boring as hell, especially for someone who liked to run. Besides, he was a bit worried about the outfit. You could see faint outlines of his bandages through it… he’d come up with a million excuses as to why he was wearing them… but who knew what would come out of his mouth when he was asked?

After a few useless minutes of internally panicking over it, Scout shoves the thoughts away and starts to hype himself up… 

RED didn’t just pick anyone, yeah? They needed the fuckin’ best!And here he was, the BEST at what he did!

-

Arriving was no big deal. 

Some others were there, others still coming. The Sniper seemed nice, but distant, but according to the others he was always like that. He seemed quiet, too, which was maybe why he’d just about run for cover when Scout started to rapidfire talk at the poor bugger… Funny, most Aussies were more… well, MORE. Then again, Scout wasn’t gonna go pointing fingers at the guy.He’d nearly been crushed by the Pyro’s hug, and Engineer slung a companionable arm over Scout’s shoulders as the Texan showed the runner about the place. If he noticed anything amiss, the man said nothing. Very friendly pair… Scout’d thought, til he saw the fucking flamethrower Pyro used… the way the flames reflected off the empty gasmask lenses sent a thrill of fear through the runner.

There was a Spy somewhere… Engie said he’d probably seen Scout already and would make himself known eventually.

The Soldier and Demo were playing cards when he’d met them; Soldier was almost as loud, and Demo seemed amazingly friendly. They’d invited him to play, but Engie pointed out they’d need to finish the tour first… 

So far, so good.

The Heavy hadn’t come in yet, something about having to take a secret flight out of Russia. And the Medic arrived an hour after Scout, so their introduction was brief… but the man had taken hold of the runner’s arm, when Engie was further ahead and asked how he was doing; and mentioned that he was aware of ‘zhe situation, so Scout should not hesitate to come to Medic vith any concerns, ja?’

Which was nice, but a little shocking even though it shouldn’t be. The doc would have been told… it was just, Scout wasn’t quite ready for others outside the immediate family and neighbourhood to know, right?

Medic had patted his shoulder, frowned a moment to himself, then ambled away. It was then the runner realised the man had a live, blood-spattered dove, on his shoulder… ‘Archimedes’ turns out, how’d he missed that?

Still, it was a solid introduction… his room was pretty nice, the lounge area or ‘common room’ had a sorta okay couch and a tv, so that was great. They were ordering pizza for dinner, but Engie mentioned something about making a cooking roster, once everyone’d settled in… that sounded exciting… not.Scout, despite his Ma’s best attempts to teach him, couldn’t cook for shit. Well, toast and basic stuff, but he swears the one time he tried to make a cake for his Ma’s birthday, the recipe book caught fire before he could start… it could sense an impending disaster.

The only real bother was… the bathroom. Standard set-up of a high school locker room, really… lockers, mirrors and sinks, a few cubicles, a urinal or two… and a long row of showers. Where were the stalls Miss P promised?

Fuck, this was going to be a problem.

Thankfully, he was still touring with Medic, who leaned over to mention that the Infirmary happened to have a small bathroom ‘vhich just so happened to have a shower if he vas interested’… and the runner let out a sigh of relief. “Doc, I could fuckin’ kiss ya…” he beamed, and the German chuckled.“Another time, perhaps, Herr Scout… I have to unpack first.” 

Seems like everything was pretty settled then. 

-

Miss Pauling called in, bringing the Heavy (or, as Scout first assumed, a mountain with a FACE holy shit the dude was big) with her. She spoke to each merc in turn, ascertaining whether they’d noticed anything they needed or if they’d noticed anything broken.

She was also trying to work out groceries, they’d get a weekly delivery from the local store at whatever base they ended up on… but for now there was an ad hoc list being tossed together. If they needed anything else… well, there was always the store itself. Engie had a truck, Medic an ambulance and the Sniper, his van.

Apparently this Spy fellow had a vehicle, but no one had seen him to ask. 

When Miss P got to Scout, and god did he have the worst crush on this amazing woman, she asked the same questions she had the others… then quietly leaned in to mention that if he told her his preferred brand, she could make certain any sanitary items he needed were sent on a bi-weekly basis. Maybe a calendar too. 

“Generous as you are smart and gorgeous, Miss P…” he’d grinned back, trying to charm.

She’d laughed, lightly, and put on a sympathetic smile. “Thank you, though you should know I’m not really into guys… or I’d date you in a heartbeat.” she teased. 

That? That sent Scout’s confidence into overdrive for the rest of the day… right up until he first met Spy.

-

Scout had taken a quick shower in the Infirmary when everyone else was busy. But as he left, he ran straight into Spy… the man literally appearing out of nowhere. He swore quite loudly in surprise, but the other remained nonchalant, narrowing his eyes at the runner.

“What are you doing here?” Spy asks, eventually. 

“Er… taking a shower?” Scout answers, truthfully. Holding up the messy bundle of his travel clothes and towel as proof.

“Non, I mean… what are you doing out here, on zhis base… ma fille?” Spy asked again, tilting his head. 

Now, Scout wasn’t sure what the french meant, but he had a feeling it wasn’t good. “I’m here cause I’m the best, ya fruity bastard, what’re you good at, hide’n’seek?” he mouths off in response.

Spy fixes the runner a look, dead in the eyes, as he says, “Zhis is no place for little girls, (dead name), you should know that by now.” 

And before Scout can even defend himself, the man has cloaked and gone.

Fear pools in the pit of his stomach, gnawing at him; it was all going so well, fuck, this wasn’t fair… his skin was crawling at hearing that fucking name again, especially laced with such-… such-… 

He wasn’t sure. Smug, condescending, cold… but all thrown together. That sense of wrongness, of displacement, which he thought had long since died since he’d had the chance to express himself properly… came flooding back. Fuck. If he could just… could just get to a phone and call Ma or one of his brothers… it’d be okay… he’d be okay…

“You okay, mate?” comes a voice by him, and nearly startles Scout out of his skin. Sniper’s by him, looking concerned. “Run in wiv the Spook, hey? Right bloody wanker he is, can’t wait to watch him die through me scopes.”

He’s hovering, not touching, because maybe he’s seen someone having a breakdown before, but the voice is a nice anchor. 

“B-be fine in a second, just gotta… phone home.” Scout says, simplifying his situation, and Sniper just nods. What had he heard? Fuck, did he know too?

Day one hadn’t been the time he wanted to disclose everything… 

“Sure, there’s one near the common room, but if you’re after privacy, I got one in me van, mate. C’mon… let’s set you right.” Sniper reassures, guiding the runner outside, and opening the van door. He points out the phone, offers a chair and asks if Scout was okay to be alone… the runner said yes, and dials the familiar number… relief flooding through him as his Ma picks up.

She’d sensed something was up with ‘her baby’ (he was going to be fifty with six kids of his own, and still be the family baby, Scout just fucking knew it)… and waited by the phone for his call.

“Jeremy, is everything okay?” she’d asked.Scout opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and told her everything. Afterwards, there was a moment of quiet before his Ma’s angry-calm tone came back on the line… “Oh, he did… did he?”There was three seconds when Scout assumed his mother was on her way here to flat out fucking murder the guy, before she sighed. “Scout, I didn’t wanna tell ya this LIKE this… but, I kinda knew about Spy before you left. He said he was working there too… was real pissed you were chosen’ n’everything. He knows, mostly ‘cause it’s his job to, and kinda cause he’s ya dad… I didn’t want you to find out like this, but it’s why he knew. No one told him or nothing. I’m so sorry honey.”

Spy was WHAT?

“Bombshell, huh? Well, least I got the best part of our union… you, baby. Wouldn’t trade ya for anything…” his Ma continued. She was always giving little peptalks like this to her boys… most of ‘em didn’t know their dads, but she was more than enough of a parent to them. Even when they surprised her on a daily basis (from pet snakes, to Johnny’s first boyfriend, to the time they put poprocks in a cake, and a thousand other ridiculous things). 

“Aw god, Ma…” he whines, flushing a little. “I’m good now… but thanks for picking up the phone so fast.”

“Anytime, my baby boy, anytime. And you let the bastard know I’m gonna kneecap ‘im when I see him next… love ya, bye!” 

He hears the phone clunk down, and chuckles. There’s a knock on the door, and Sniper peers in, “You good? Heard ya still on the phone when I got back… didn’t wanna interrupt, hate when people do that.”

“Yeah, fine… thanks.” Scout responds.

“Good, mate… time for tucker, anyway. C’mon, that Engineer bloke made something that smells amazing.” Sniper yawns, rubbing at his face. “Sorry, s’not you… timezones here are all warped around, still trying to get used to it. I mean, I did take international jobs before, but that was like, a week at most in another country, now I have to be on-board for battle in your morning… which is my night, y’see?”

The casual talk just seemed to set Scout at ease, as they moved towards the common room -it was the only room in the base with a dining table after all. He didn’t wanna go slinging the word ‘friendship’ around like some starry eyed primary schooler but… he’s pretty sure they’ve somehow formed one in the last hour. Not sure how, exactly, but it was pretty good.

-

Dinners were loud, chaotic and fun.

Spy slunk in at some point, but refused to talk. There was discolouration about his nose, and his mask seemed to bulge about the nose, like there was a dressing there. He glowered at Scout, then at Sniper; who grinned at the runner.

Turns out he’d decked the bastard one, when Scout was on the phone. Now, the runner wasn’t one for arbitrarily throwing marriage proposals around, but… He’d thanked him, and Sniper dismissed it with casual ease. 

Someone asked Spy about his face, and he made a scathing remark about feral bushmen and little girls that no one bothered to pry into. Otherwise, dinner was great, engie was a hell of a cook. 

-

Medic had to give them all their physicals, and insert the respawn chips… but apparently he also had something called an ‘uber implant’ that he was going to put in at the same time. Scout doesn’t remember much of it… just Medic doing a once over, tutting at the bandages (yeah yeah, not like ya can just order a freakin’ sports bra out of the Mann Co catalogue without someone asking questions), and using his bird as a distraction whilst he sneakily got the needle-fearing runner with the anaesthetic. 

Scout would never forgive archie, the fancy pigeon had fooled him with that fluffy please-pet-me wiggle… fully knowing his owner was waiting to pounce.

Still, when he woke up, his chest felt heavier than usual, not too bad just off. And the back of his neck was tingly. No scars though… which was fucking weird. That medigun thing was pretty amazing. 

For a second, Scout feels something wiggle around inside his ribcage… and then a coo. “Uh, Doc?”

He hears, “Oh schiesse, Archimedes you naughty bird!” before Medic’s at it with the anaesthetic again. 

-

When Scout finally wakes up birdfree, everything feels relatively normal. He gets up, slips on his clothes and thanks the Doc for everything, throwing a suspicious glance at Archimedes. 

“Uh, hey Doc… if ya got a fancy gun that can fix everything, how come Spy still looks like Snipes inverted his nose?” he suddenly asks, curious. 

Medic, looking slightly terrifying as he caresses his bonesaw, laughs. “Oho, vell… I vas informed by someone zhat his injury vas vell-deserved, und felt perhaps he vill learn his lesson better should he be left to suffer…”

…perhaps this was a man to be feared… even if he occasionally handed out lollipops after operations. Scout had a red one in his mouth right now. 

“Ya the best doc, I ever tell ya that before?” Scout grins. Another question was swirling around his mind, as he lingered in the doorway… and Medic seemed to sense it. “Uh, and also about ya medigun, can it… ya know how it don’t do scars and all, can ya maybe fix…” he points at his chest. 

“Vhen you are ready, a little later on, ve can discuss dealing vith other concerns such as zhat one. It is no big matter, surgically from my standpoint; but zhere are physiological implications to take into account. Und zhis is only day one… ve have time, I assure you; but for now you really must find something better zhan bandages. Zhe Medigun und respawn can heal some damage, but permanent use can deform your body…” Medic responds.

“I’ll try,” he says, “but ya mean it? ‘Cause we couldn’t find anyone at home who would…”

“Zhey are fools, zhen. Luckily, ve are on zhe same team…” winks Medic, “Now shoo, I have others to see today besides you, young man…” 

“Ya saying you don’t wanna appreciate all this gorgeous manly beauty for a little longer? I’m shocked! Here I was doing ya a solid by giving ya something nice to look at, when ya have to spend the rest of the day dealing with all the other old codgers…” Scout grins, cheekily, flexing… then ducking and laughing, as Medic tosses a handful of tongue depressors at him. 

“Get out of here, you cheeky junge…” the German manages, laughing heartily at the other’s antics. Scout pokes his tongue out as he disappears around the door.

-

His first death was a shock. Both to him, and the bloke who shot him.

The BLU!Scout’s eyes went wide as the scattergun exploded, and blood welled through the shirt; Scout felt fiery pain for a moment, then cold… then finally, nothing. His body hit the ground, before he could even process it… and then, he was kinda, here but nowhere.

Just for a few seconds though. It was like the teleporters, really, you just stayed in place, a continuous stream of consciousness… but you moved places. Some light, a weird whirring noise… and suddenly, he was back where he started the match. It was 2Fort, so the room was small, stark, and sparsely furnished. 

It felt real fuckin’ bizarre. 

He was immediately flattened by the Medic popping out of nowhere in a haze of light, landing on him. Scout made a strained wheeze, while the other scrambled up and off. 

“Scout? Oh, sorry… vell, zhat vas a unique experience, I must say. We had better move before Herr Heavy comes through…” Medic mutters. “Zhat BLU Spy is quite zhe pest, especially vith those disguises and all…”

“Sixty seconds remaining of Testing Phase Match.” warned the Administrator. 

This match was a formality, neither side was to win, just… die, and learn to cope with it. They’d only been in it for five minutes or so, so far, but it wasn’t supposed to last long… 

Scout’d made a  mental map of the sewers by now (that was a surprise), and even made it to the other intel room (though it was empty), before he’d been chased down by the BLU Scout. It was bizarre to think they could just… resurrect, no matter what… but everyone was getting used to it.

“See ya out there, Doc!” Scout winks, and leaves as Heavy reappears in the spawn sector.

-

Battle had been going great. Hell, he’d died hundreds of times that week alone, and killed almost as many; captured intel, lost it, taunted, attacked, defended, caught out the BLU Spy a few times…

Saved lives, had his life saved.

God, the Doc had even ubered him a few times and that was… wow, it was like being a god in a finite form, even for just a few seconds. He fuckin’ loved it!

Spy was still being a dick, but like, in French. Heavy and Medic seemed to understand him, because they tended to glare the man down… but Scout didn’t give a shit. Let the guy be bitter and weird about it, anyone who legs it on their family wasn’t worth anyone’s time anyway…

The others were pretty great to know, actually. Kind of like his own family, a bit weird, chaotic and sometimes the kitchen caught fire… but safe, fun, protected. Being here was turning out pretty great. 

He could almost forget who he was outside the base, ‘cause no one ever used names, only Classes here. And sure, that seemed real weird to begin with, but it made sense and all. Though he still called home once a week to touch bse with Ma and all… that was a given.

Apparently Snipes did too, so Scout didn’t feel so awkward about admitting to the others he needed to call his Ma… it was hard enough being the youngest without saying that sort of thing. Still, he can always use the one in the van if he needed, Sniper had offered. 

Engie kept calling him ‘son’, and teaching him things. Did something similar with Pyro, except he used ‘Py’, ‘cause no one was sure what the firebug identified as… never saw them outta the suit, either, to take a guess. 

Scout could now make… exactly one tiny model of a sentry that shot nails. He was also banned from pranking people with it…

Demo always had an amazing story to captivate the room with. Though Scout didn’t quite trust the magical talking sword the guy had… it gave the runner an eerie feeling just looking at it. He did like to drink, and who wouldn’t given some of the stuff the guy had seen? But he was pretty good at keeping the rest of the base from any drunken shenanigans. He’d even talked a very inebriated Soldier-Medic duo out of taking a nude dip in the water beneath the 2Fort bridge… despite how adamant the pair were at the time.

Heavy, as it turns out, was a ridiculously smart man. Just his English ain’t great, yet so Scout had to stop slinging slang at the poor guy, because it was too hard to keep up. Heavy sometimes read books aloud, for Scout… and sometimes Medic who was usually nearby pretending the two weren’t together, but Scout wasn’t an idiot. ‘Cause the runner had issues with words, they sometimes slid off the page when he was reading and it was a pain… made school harder than it had to be, really.

Medic & Sniper were consistently on his side.

Soldier was a very loud man, who firmly believed in certain ideals (e.g. all of RED were Americans) and acted like a commander most of the time. But he was a nice guy, if chaotic… he’d adopted a whole host of raccoons recently… that was a unique experience. Still, he never failed to let the team know his thoughts, nor failed to praise, bolster, encourage when necessary

Scout would just like it if the guy could stop with the “What are you, a girl?”/ “C’mon ladies, time to take your tampons out and man up!”/etc. thing. He knew it was just something the super macho army guys’d yell at each other but it was a little grating… but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

…until his tolerance level took a rather strong hit, as it usually did, once a month. He was a very fit young man, so generally it wasn’t a problem, you learned to live with it after a bit; even in guy clothes. His Ma worked out a solution with her sewing kit and twenty minutes of staring at a pair of new briefs. 

But even the most athletic people still have a bad period now and then. It wasn’t… like, traumatic or anything, for Scout; it was just part of his life, and he was a guy who sometimes felt like death was coming once a month. If he was lucky, a few cramps and that could be easily dealt with through painkillers and stretching… but there were times, when they were pretty damn bad. Like, on the verge of puking, bad. 

And of course, it had to happen eventually on base… but he’d been hoping, maybe, not the first month here. Of all fucking times!His performance took a bit of a dive, because of this, and maybe that’s why he didn’t censor himself when Soldier yelled at him. 

“C’mon maggot, stop being a damn sissy and get out there!” 

“How ‘bout you go fuck yourself?” he snaps back, breathing through the odd twinges emanating from his abdomen. God damn it, why now? They were 2-2 on intel capture, and his freaking uterus was trying to escape…

“How dare you backtalk a superior officer! Where’s all this sass coming from, you PMS-ing like a girl, soldier?” the other shouts, and Scout is thankful they’re alone, because he’s in too much discomfort to give a shit as he answers.

“YES, you flag-fucking son of a bitch!” he snaps back, and immediately panics. His eyes go wide, and they both stare at one another for a long minute.

Soldier looks him up and down, frowning. Or at least, Scout thinks that’s frowning, based on the fact the helmet obscures most of his face.

“…Private, I’m sorry.” Soldier breaks the tension with, surprising the runner. “Had I been informed of your tactical situation, son, I would have used different motivational techniques…”

Scout feels the anger, the fear, dissipate somewhat. Soldier seems genuinely distressed that he’s upset the runner…

“…I didn’t tell anyone ‘cept Doc and I think maybe Snipes worked it out. Didn’t wantcha to think like Spy, that I don’t belong on RED ‘cause they got my birth certificate wrong…” Scout says, clenching his fist as another twinge ruins the moment.

Soldier puts his hand on the runner’s shoulder in a companionable display of affection. “Son, I-… RED are the best at what they do, men, women, Pyro… it doesn’t matter. I’m not afraid to admit I was wrong, or that I’m sorry, and I’ll try not to say anything stupid like that again…”

“Nah I’m just a bit sensitive because-…” Scout tries, but Soldier interrupts.

“Son, if I have learned anything about people, and especially people with your monthly concern, it’s that they’re never oversensitive about things. They just put up with a tonne of shit until they’re too stressed out, too upset or in just far too much discomfort to play polite… never apologise for being real.” Soldier said, as if it was a throwaway statement and not the most epiphany-like moment Scout had ever experienced up until then. 

“Heh, thanks man.” Scout responds. Then lets out a shout of surprise as Soldier tosses him over his shoulder, “What the hell?”

“Doc was back by Engie, last I saw… one of them should have something to take the edge off… get you back in fighting form and all.” Soldier responds, oddly considerate. 

Scout lets out a startled yelp as they rocket jump off the platform, he’d always wanted to try it but not from this angle!

They do find Engie, and his dispenser provides some relief until the man can fish a small packet of panadol out of his toolkit. He doesn’t ask why, he’s laid back like that. 

Scout is honestly relieved at how this ended up such a non-event.

-

Some of the others have noticed Scout doesn’t shower with them, but have made their own assumptions (he’s young, it might be weird to shower with all these big, muscly older dudes). Scout’s honestly surprised Spy hasn’t used that in a big reveal, yet… but he senses the other is waiting for something. 

Scout still flirts with Miss P when she comes on base, because she’s beautiful and he does still kinda love her, but there’s also a degree of thrill to having her turn him down because ‘she’s not into boys’. She’s known from the start, and never once misgendered him… never leaves him without anything he needs, either. Last time, he even found a large box of his favourite chocolate in there amongst the items, and he had a feeling that was her doing too…

God she needed more than one day off a year, even if Scout only took her out as a friend… she was too damn good to them all. 

Demo did mention in passing that Scout had a nice body and if he was concerned about not measuring up to the others in the shower, then he didn’t need to worry, this wasn’t high school. No one pulled ye olde point and laugh here. Soldier had jumped in and gone off on a tangent about cleanliness in the ranks, and how privates should wash theirs whenever, and wherever possible. Which derailed the conversation a bit, though Scout could see the cogs whirring in Demo’s mind. Afterwards, when they had a quiet moment, Demo approached in a casual way; out of earshot of the others, to speak with him.“Lad... like I said before, it disnae matter what ye do or don’t have... you can always shower with the rest of the team, and no one’ll gawk. Pyro showers in their suit and it was only a bit odd the first time. But I’m sensing that the reason has to do with someone on the team, and ye should know I’m always ready to throw a punch for ye, lad, never forget it. Just say the word.” He winks. Or, Scout assumes it was, considering...“Thanks, man. Maybe... soon. I just-... I mean, I trust like, alla ya except Spy but only a few people either know or have worked it out. Not that I think Pyro’d care, or Engie... pretty sure Snipes knows, Medic, Soldier, Heavy probably worked it out, and now you seem to...” Scout trails off.

“...so Spy’s the blaggard, is he?” Demo’s voice was a little colder.

“Well yeah, but it’s... more than that.” Scout adds, shoulders slumping, “First thing he said was... well he kinda called me his daughter and used the wrong name’n’all. When I called Ma about it, ‘cause it freaked me out, she kinda mentioned he’s my dad...”

“Well, fuck, laddie. I’m going to get some of the hard stuff, and we can bag him out until we pass out, aye?” Demo offers, beaming.

“Sounds like a plan to me...” Scout answers, following as the Scot led the way.

Medic was too busy laughing at the hungover pair to do anything useful, for at least half an hour; because apparently they serenaded the Doc, whilst inebriated, in violently clashing accents and utterly out of tune. Heavy had had to carry them to bed.

Neither merc would let them forget it for years to come.

-

Everything just sort of clicked into place, really.

It was like home, with his Ma and brothers... except with more murder and death on a daily basis. Also, better cooking. Scout cannot emphasise that enough. Engie’d even managed to get Scout cooking basic dishes properly... and only the toaster had caught fire that one time. 

Actually, the more Scout interacted with the guy, the more he seemed to realise that Engie had known all along. Especially since the man went out of his way to call him ‘son’, ‘lad’, ‘boy’, and ‘young man’ in every sentence... it was nice. Scout should have twigged earlier, really.

So he stopped taking Spy’s shit, and decided to just confront the guy publicly. Spies didn’t like exposure, but Scouts revelled in it.

“....so emotional, don’t you think that’s a handicap for this line of work?” purrs the Spy, appearing behind Scout at the table. He’s eating cereal and reading a new Flash comic, but he’s not alone; most of the others are lounging across the room by the tv, but all attention is immediately, subtly turned on Spy and Scout. God help the man.

“Funny you should say that, I saw you losin’ ya shit after that Blu poured piss on ya, earlier...” Scout backhands, blandly. Not rising to the bait.

He can sense the man’s lips curling into a scowl of disgust. “Zhat is another matter entirely... I am talking about-...” Spy responds, but Scout interjects.

“Oh I know whatcha talking about, there pal, and if ya don’t fuck off I’ll slap ya silly with a used tampon... see how ya cope emotionally after that, huh?” Scout grins at the revulsion on Spy’s face.

“So vulgar, of course you get zhat from your mother... as daughters often do.” 

Well fuck. Scout slams the spoon down and stands up, getting right up into Spy’s face. 

“Now look, you creepy bastard, the reality of this is ya thought ya had a daughter... but surprise, it’s a fucking boy! Now accept ya have a son, that ya abandoned by the way, or go one annoying the shit outta him about the fact that ya wanted a girl to abandon instead. Either way, he doesn’t fucking care.” 

Spy looked taken aback. 

“Yeah, I said it out loud, surprised? The rest of the team knows, they don’t give a shit as far as I know... you’re the one with the hangup. So maybe just come to terms with your own crap, and when you think you’re human enough, we can try to do the whole dad-son thing, okay?” Scout finishes. He’s tired, of this fight, of this conversation. It had been building for months. 

Spy just stares at him for a long moment, as if he had never seen Scout before this very second... and finally composes himself. “Very well... mon fils.” He has cloaked and left, before Scout can fully register what has happened. 

“Good job laddie!” Demo cries, coming over to clap him on the shoulder. 

Sniper puts his Huntsman down, nodding to the runner as if it was nothing. Pyro hugged Scout, but that may have been unrelated to the whole situation... Pyro just liked to hug. Engie said, “Proud of ya, son.” and left it at that.

The others acknowledged the moment, but didn’t make a fuss.

All in all, it was pretty good.

-

Maybe in time Spy can reconcile.

Maybe not.

But it doesn’t matter as long as the team is on Scout’s side, no matter what. 

Scout... Jeremy... loves being a RED, for precisely that reason.

- - - - - - - - - -

The End.

Headcanons like that?

[sweetie-skullz-blog]

HAPPY ONE YEAR OF ILLUSION ASSIGNMENT~

It's been one year of Illusion Assignment. We may not have much of a following, but we’ve been having fun working on IA.

Sadly, Diancy’s sketch files haven't been retrieved from their old laptop yet, so you get to see it another time.

Thankfully, we got this back-up plan: The characters and when they were kids. Little snippets of their childhood. These memories vary from age to age.

Gambling King/Nigel Hillingham (7)

I watched as Devin and Nathaniel ran around. Devin was busy chasing Nathaniel with a toy rat, while I just laid underneath an oak tree with a book in my lap.

Now this book wasn't something that other kids read. I didn't really like those fairy tales as I was more interested in these murder stories, more specifically around casinos.

“Ni-ni! Help me!” Nathaniel shouted as he ran right towards me and right up the tree.

“You’re fine.” I replied going, back to my book.

We may be considered monsters, but we still have a right to have a childhood. Doctor Vienna and Doctor Talin are doing their best from what I understand. I’ll take them over my actual parents any other day.

C-Sharp/Nathaniel Keen (7)

“Amazing Natty.”

“Really Uncle James?” I asked, beaming up at my uncle as he fixed my fingers position on the guitar. He was happy to teach me music and my little five-year-old mind loved making noise.

“Of course Nathan!” Uncle Lee piped up from the wall, “Absolutely beautiful. Maybe better than James.”

“He has a long way to go before he’s in my ranks.” Uncle James defended.

I chuckled and looked up at him, “I’ll be the best when I’m older.”

Uncle James  smiled at me softly, “Then you got a lot of practice to do kiddo. Oh right! I have some extra backstage passes to Dezio Angelo show. Want to join me?”

I instantly tackled him and laughed alongside Uncle Lee as we both shouted yes.

Arachne/Kenta Norm (8)

Daddy lifted me up and spun me around as the song continued to play. Ma used to play this song all the time..

“Cévon! What's cookin’ brother?” Miguel greeted as he waltzed into the room, “I thought I was gonn’ be the little lady’s dance partner.”

“Uncle Miguel!” I quickly hopped out of my dad’s arms and ran to Miguel, “Are you coming too?”

“Of course sweetpea. He always come with. Should we get goin’?” Daddy asked.

Miguel lifted me up and chuckled, “Let's go visit your ma!”

It wasn't too far and smiled as I knelt down. I took off the ribbon around my finger and wrapped it around some flowers that my daddy handed me.

"Hi ma..." I whispered, setting the flowers before the tombstone, "I have a lot to tell you.

Masque/Luis (9)

I watched as Elodia placed the mask over my eyes.

“You look like a superhero!” Julio said as I looked over towards him and the others.

“I don't feel like one…” I sighed.

“Aw, don't say that Lulu!” Kamryn beamed, “You look like a one of my dads showguys! The fancy ones that are really formal, but super nice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! What Kam said!”

I spun around to see ****** smiling right at me.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, this time sounding a bit better.

****** just flashed me a smile as Kenta came up, “Come on Lu, you look really cool!”

I made my way to the mirror in Kamyrn’s room to look at myself in the mirror to see myself. The mask didn’t go with my clothes, but if I was at a costume party, I would be sure to wear this mask.

Visage/Cyril Theil (11)

“Pretty…”

I looked away from my art to see a girl, a little smaller than me and maybe younger.

“It’s sad.” I replied dimly.

“Winter is sad, but pretty. Storms are bad, but pretty. Death is sad, but can be pretty if she wants to.”

I watched the girl for a bit before looking back at my art. Maybe she was right.

“I guess so…”

“Why are you alone?” She asked.

“I don't know.”

“Why do you wear a mask?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you have any friends?”

“No.”

“Liar! You have me!” The girl grinned, she was missing a tooth, “I’m Elodia Akinci Callejo Wolfgang.” She held her hand out.

Slowly I took it, “I’m Cyril… Um… Wanna paint with me?”

“Sure.”

Angel’s Shadow/Elodia Akinci Callejo Wolfgang (9)

I can hear shuffling from behind me as Damario knelt down on my bed and sighed. In the reflection of my window, I could see that Damario had a sheepish smile as he looked over my shoulder.

“Come on, baby sis… Are you really mad at me?”

“Hmph.” I turned my head away from his.

Damario just sighed before I could feel him get a bit more comfortable.

“Alright… Guess I’ll go ahead and leave you alone with the-”

“Dama…” I interrupted, warning him. I may be nine, but I’m not stupid and being an illusioner is much worse.

“What? Did you think that I was gonna say the tickle monster?” He mused, but pouted when I gave no response “Fine.” He got up and I heard the door shut.

Slowly, I turned around, only to get tackled into my pillows as hands started to wiggle against my sides.

“Da-Dam-” I couldn't even finish his name as laughter took over.

“Laughing Taffy is here!” Damario shouted with glee as he continued to tickle me.

Devil’s Light & Dagger/Devin and Luca Dalton Batts (8)

The two watched as their sister walked out with their dad. They weren't very happy.

“Definition of a daddy's girl!” Their grandfather growled, “Honestly.”

“Dad stop.” Their mum sighed, “Just go drink your brandy and leave mum and I to fix this. Devin, Luca, come here.”

The two walked to their Mum.

“This is going to be tough, but we’ll power through.” Mum started, “I love you both dearly and I forgive your father, but that doesn’t mean what he did is good. I want both of you to grow up with the sweetest of minds and hearts towards others no matter how different.” She knelt down and hugged us.

We hugged back.

Selkie/Kamryn Dakota (10)

I danced around the room as my father followed around with the camera. He was always so happy to record me, to have these memories of me as illusioners, especially kids, never get a chance at a good childhood.

“Kammy! Give your old man a little spin in that new costume!” Father flashed me a smile.

I ran over to in front of him and spun in my marching band out that I made myself with Elodia’s help.

“Think that I can help out in the show?” I asked.

Father chuckled and nodded, “Of course! The Deaf Jewel is catering for the food and Firefly Bites is catering the desserts. All such good friends.”

“I get to see some of my best friends! Yay!” I started to dance around, screaming happily.

Bullet/Atlas Holloway (8)

I watched as my grandma continued to sew beautiful designs on my jacket. It was nice to watch her, she always knew what to do.

“Will you teach me that one day grandma?” I asked.

Grandma looked over and smiled, “I thought that sewing was for girls?”

“That’s what Mister Ackley says… But, I don’t believe him!”

My grandma smiled and nodded thoughtfully, “Good. Learning stuff like this is a good thing for anyone. Come here.”

I walked over and sat next to her when she handed me some fabric and sewing needle that was already threaded, “What do I do?”

My grandma placed hers down and scooted over a little bit before reaching over. She started to lead my hands to start a simple stitch, “Alright sweetheart.First let’s teach you the basics…”

Venin/Julio Bezerral (9)

I watched as Elodia handed me another cookie.

“Try this one!”

I took a bite and savoured the flavor of bitter berries and caramel. Elodia has been experiemnting and I always loved her cookies.

“Good!”

Elodia nodded, pleased with my answer, “Happy birthday!” She reached over to hug me then pulled away afterwards, “Cookie taste-testing is better than any gift combined. Right?”

I smiled and nodded. I was spending the night at Elodia’s after the party and was happy that she was a good friend.

It was fun. Since all of my friends were there and Elodia’s dad loved me as if I was their own child and she treated me like a brother.

“Hey you two! Get to to the living room. Time for bed.” Damario called out as he walked into the closed bakery.

Pyro/Ashton Burns (10)

I cried as the doctor rubbed some bad smelling cream on my shoulder. It hurt, a lot.

“It’s alright sweetie. You’ll be fine.” He says as he called a nurse over, “Can you get the poor girl something sweet and some water?”

The nurse nodded and walked off as the doctor gently rubbed my back, “All done sweetheart. Care to tell me why your parents did this?”

I remained silent.

“Alright… Well social services will be here soon and will be assigning you to someone on Veskia.”

I looked up and saw the mirror across from me. Long red hair and just towels wrapped around my chest and legs. A large burn mark settling on my shoulder... I never wanted my long hair and I never wanted any of this this. I need to change.

Sunshine/Joshua Wenkert (10)

I watched as Drayson tapped on the tarantula's tank.

“Please don’t do that. My uncle won’t let you hang over her again.”

Drayson turned and pouted, but stopped nonetheless. He walked over to where I was and turned on the tv, “Can we watch cartoons?”

I shook my head no, “Not allowed to.”

“Movies?”

“Documentaries.”

“Anything fun?”

I frowned at that description, but sighed, “We can watch something from the geographic channel. You like volcanos.”

Drayson smiled and changed the channel as he reached over to grab his juice, “Why won’t your uncle let you do anything and why does he make you take those stupid pills?”

I shook my head no. I wasn’t so happy with the pills, but he still took care of me.

Lady/****** ******** (9)

I laughed as Elodia and Kamryn continued to put Bean in silly outfits. Bean just took it all, not a care in the world.

“Won’t Dama be mad?” I asked.

“Nah. He’ll take photos and laugh with us.” Elodia answered before hugging Bean, “Bean loves me more anyways.”

I nodded and walked over to pet Bean. It was nice to be around friends when everything is happening so fast. I knew what I wanted to do instead of being a famous actress.

“I want to help everyone.” I suddenly stated, “We should all help everyone! Become great groups among the bad things!”

Elodia and Kamryn watched me for a bit before grins started to grow on their faces, “Yeah!”

[tribridkissed]

Fandom, Ship, Character Asks || Always Accepting

@leroiloup​​ said: “ Originals | Haylijah | Marcel (I tried to make it a little different, lol) ”

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Rebekah Mikaelson

Least Favorite character: Greta and Roman tie here

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Jayley, Klamille, Klayley, Kolvina, Handon because they count season 5, lol

Character I find most attractive: Davina and Marcel, tbh (physically at least)

Character I would marry: This question is harder than I thought, tbh, but I love Declan and he gets zero love, so I’ll marry him, hahaha

Character I would be best friends with: Camille

a random thought: This show had a lot of wasted potential.

An unpopular opinion: Sometimes it was way too dramatic and then a story line would completely die with bare minimal resolution and it drove me nuts.

My Canon OTP: Jayley

My Non-canon OTP: Klayley

Most Badass Character: Davina or Klaus, thanks

Most Epic Villain: I mean...were any of them really ‘epic’? Until the Hollow was messed up, I actually was enjoying that, and I actually liked the Strix, but in no way were they epic, hahaha

Pairing I am not a fan of: I’mma be murdered, but Haylijah, and also Klaus and Aurora but only because it was poorly executed, imo

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Freya. Look, the writers were hot and cold with her, and were constantly changing just how powerful they wanted her to be and it was annoying.

Favourite Friendship: Davina and Marcel

Character I most identify with: Camille

Character I wish I could be: Davina, lmao

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: ...yeah, I never started shipping Haylijah

My thoughts: I get why the show went with them, but they were so overly dramatic, a little bit toxic, and even they admitted to each other and to others that they were problematic, and they both honestly worked better with the other people they got shipped with...imo

What makes me happy about them: I did like that no matter what, they were still family and looked out for each other, even when they were...responsible for killing people the other loved, or you know...responsible for hurting each other...

What makes me sad about them: The way that they were handled by the writers. I’m sure I could have liked them if they were approached differently.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: ...I wouldn’t know, lol

Things I look for in fanfic: I don’t look for fanfics of them

My wishlist: Honestly? Better closure. Season Five was a mess.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Honestly, my ships for them were Jack and Klaus for Hayley, and Katherine and Antoinette for Elijah. They seemed the happiest with them, so...

My happily ever after for them: Honestly, they both deserved happiness, and not death, and them being alive is my happily ever after for them, lol

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: Marcel and I have a complicated love/tolerate relationship, lmao. Boy likes to blame literally everyone else but himself for his problems, but I also just can’t hate him?

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: I was a die hard Rebel fan, even when they were being turds, and while I stopped shipping it eventually because it also got TOO DRAMATIC, I never shipped Marcel with anyone else

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: He and Davina end me

My unpopular opinion about this character: Boy needs to learn better responsibility. He got the short end of the stick a lot, I’m not arguing that, but he whined a lot, which is probably why I never really cared to care about shipping him with anyone because sometimes I was just like, “Marcel, knock it off, I’m trying to root for you”.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wanted more of his and Hope’s relationship, tbh. He’s her brother/uncle, and I dunno, it was a dynamic I would have loved to see more of, but oh well.

Favorite friendship for this character: He and Camille kind of count there, but even then, I’m still all about the platonic relationship of him and Davina, though they’re more of a familial bond so...

My crossover ship: I blame a partner I had back in the day, but Marcel and Daisy from Agents of Shield would be beautiful together, thanks

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@fcmilysacrificed​ said: “ 003 freya! ”

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: I love Freya, so so much. She is one of my favorite Mikaelsons, and even though the writers slept on her, she’s wonderful.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: I did ship her with Keelin, but they never really gave Freya anything really well developed, so...

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Freya and Elijah’s sibling relationship wrecks me

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t think it is actually an unpopular opinion...but she wasn’t powerful enough. The narrative went out of their way to basically make her the strongest witch there was, and then never actually followed through and it was incredibly annoying.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she was still around. I know that not a lot of the actors really like Julie, and I know most of them hated Season 5, but I really wish we had more with Freya. Especially because she and Hope are the firstborn Mikaelson witches, and so much could be done with that, but instead, it is a plot line that they let just die.

Favorite friendship for this character: Probably her friendship with Vincent. It’s definitely a relationship that had some issues, but I loved their dynamic.

My crossover ship: You know, I’ve never really sat down and though about that, but I think she and Deputy Parrish would make a cute couple. I apologize for nothing.

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@faiirydusttm​ said: “ Legacies / Handon / Hope ”

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: It’s a tie between Landon and Hope

Least Favorite character: I’m gonna get all the hate, but Josie...and also Alaric. I’m talking in canon, however, I love my Josie’s in RP.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Handon, Mizzie, Posie, Hizzie, Landon/Lizzie

Character I find most attractive: Lizzie or Hope

Character I would marry: Landon Kirby, hands down

Character I would be best friends with: Hope

A random thought: There is not enough focus on Malivore. He was brought in as the main series bad guy, and he’s still a puddle of goo. 

An unpopular opinion: Josie/the twins are too front and center in a show that was made to be about Hope.

My Canon OTP: Handon

My Non-canon OTP: Hizzie

Most Badass Character: Hope Mikaelson

Most Epic Villain: THE ALL MIGHTY NECROMANCER (I’m laughing my ass off right now that I just wrote that)

Pairing I am not a fan of: Lizzie and Sebastian were written to be pretty toxic. They could have been good, but the writing did not let them.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Landon. He got a huge focus, and then got side lined right when he was getting powers, all so that the focus could be on the twins and a Merge that really didn’t happen. Landon has a lot of potential that the writers sleep on.

Favourite Friendship: Landon and Rafael

Character I most identify with: Hope

Character I wish I could be: Hope

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: The moment they brought Landon in, in The Originals, and he got her her favorite milkshake and they danced.

My thoughts: I love them to death. I’m Handon trash. I haven’t loved a couple this much in a long time, so I’m very protective of them.

What makes me happy about them: I love that they are so in love that the focus is on THEM, and not on them banging all the time, which is the biggest thing they do in shows like this. We have two people that protect each other and that believe in each other so much, that just being together is what matters the most. I just think that’s really beautiful, okay?

What makes me sad about them: The way that the show starts to do a love triangle and then stops, so it makes them--mostly Hope--second guess things she knows are already good. I also hate that they seem fated to be tragic, and it kills me because no two characters deserve happiness more on this show, thanks, lol.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I’m not the biggest fan of the way they portray Landon sometimes. He has a dominant streak and y’all are sleeping on it.

Things I look for in fanfic: A story that is more plot focused.

My wishlist: Honestly? More domesticity between them, and more fighting monsters together. I want Landon to come more into his own, and for them to be a dynamic duo on and off of the ‘battlefield’.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: In canon I don’t ship them with anyone else, but that being said...I would be okay with Landon ending up with Lizzie. They have good chemistry and the show is sleeping on this as a dynamic, even if it’s just them becoming best friends. As for Hope, I loved Ethan and her interactions, so I’d take that for sure.

My happily ever after for them: They deserve happiness so much, and I want them to grow old together and have a kid. I know that won’t happen because she’s gonna go full tribrid before they get to that point, but that would be my ideal. Them to finally have their own family together. At least @mudbirthed​ gives me all my AU needs.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: Hope is so close to my heart. Honestly, I didn’t realize that I was going to be so attached until I was, and that’s why I chose to RP her. I relate to her, and I want only happiness for her.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Landon and Lizzie are the only people in canon that I ship with her. RP-wise, I ship her with whatever muses she has chemistry with, lol.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Hope and MG. Look, I love Hope and Kaleb too, but Hope and MG was such a great pairing and their friendship just got slept on after the first season. I want them to interact more.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think Hope’s characterization is wishy/washy sometimes. I feel like she’s a jerk when they want her to be, she’s overly compassionate when they want her to be, she’s powerful when they want, and she’s weak when they want, and not consistently. Her martyr complex also drives me nuts.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I honestly do want to see her as a full blown tribrid, but I want her to be able to have a kid. She expressed that she’d thought about kids and how she was sad they wouldn’t get to meet their grandparents, and now...I’m pretty sure she’s going to end up dying and transitioning way before she wants to, which only adds to her trauma and heartache. So what I want, is for her and Landon to be happy like she wants, and to get to build a family together.

Favorite friendship for this character: Hope and Lizzie. Their friendship is beautiful and I hope it becomes a far less toxic version of what Elena and Caroline had.

My crossover ship: Look, Hope/Archie, or Hope/Scott would be absolutely brilliant. Also Hope/Sabrina is a guilty crack!ship of mine.

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Legacies Asks || Accepting

@fcmilysacrificed​ said: “ 4. Would you rather be a witch, vampire, werewolf, or some form of hybrid/tribrid? 10. Favorite female character? 13. Favorite platonic dynamic? 14. 3 things you would like to see in season 3? ”

14. Would you rather be a witch, vampire, werewolf, or some form of hybrid/tribrid?

I have always, always, always wanted to be a werewolf. I’m obsessed with them and if you ever got into a fight with me over vampires and werewolves, I would tell you werewolves are better, but anyway...I mean, I wouldn’t mind being a tribrid. It’s the best of all the worlds, right?

10. Favorite female character?

It’s cheating to say that Hope is my favorite Legacies character, so...then Lizzie. Honestly, Hope and Handon was the reason I started watching the show. I didn’t start it right when it aired because I was a little burnt out with how TO ended. Then I was seeing Handon gif sets everywhere, and I was like, ‘Oh my God they went somewhere with those two and it looks cute af’, and then I started watching and stayed for Lizzie and Hope and Landon. So long story short, since picking Hope is cheating, lol, Lizzie.

13. Favorite platonic dynamic?

Landon and Rafael get to win this. Hands down. Look, I am an older sister and I love sister dynamics, but the twins are toxic together so often that I can’t enjoy them. Especially not when the dynamic is always Josie being ‘right’ even when most of the time she’s actually the one that is ‘wrong’, and Lizzie is suffering for it. With Landon and Rafael, I got a nice, solid bond before the show tried to force a love triangle out of it and failed at it. Plus, ugh, that last scene of them when Rafael is being controlled by the Necromancer? I cried like a baby during that whole episode because I love my boys.

14. 3 things you would like to see in season 3?

Okay the first thing will be this: let my girl paint. Being an artist is just who she is and we never get to see more of that. We see that she had that stuff set up in her room in the first season, and it is eluded to sometimes, but Hope needs to paint more. Ship-wise, I want more Handon domesticity. Look, they are my babies, I will go down with the ship, and I honestly would take them being the ‘Naley of Legacies’. Maybe it is because I’m old, but like, I would take them being together the whole show because you can still give them issues. You can still make them fight. You can still have bad guys get in their way...but love triangles are such a weak plot device, and honestly, what I liked about TVD even though I hated Delena, was that at least they had a focus on the narrative? Like they could have a main couple and actually keep them together through all the bullshit. If any character deserves that, it is Hope Mikaelson. So yeah. As to the third thing...more phoenix stuff and more actual Malivore stuff. If Malivore is supposed to be the main bad guy, he needs to be more than a puddle of goo. Do I want him in Landon? No, but I’ll take that if that is how I get him. He just needs to be present if he’s going to still be around, because oh my God, guys. Otherwise, dude needs to go. Then there’s Landon, and I want him to have more powers and be a respected member of the team already, thank you. Also, can Hope’s family show up? I hear they might be bringing Rebekah back for a bit, but we’ll see how that goes...

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@tofeelthecold​ said: “ #POSITIVITY PROTOCOL! 😄💙☀️ SEND THIS TO TEN MUNS WHO YOU THINK PORTRAY THEIR MUSES SO DAMN WELL AND ARE JUST GENERALLY AWESOME! ”

            You are literally one of my favorite people in the world and I do not deserve you at all, my dear. <33 I’m gonna cry...

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I really appreciate all of this so, so much! It made my day to see this pop up in my inbox, and man, let me gush for just a second about how much I love @badasshybridqueen​, and @leroiloup​. This blog of mine is still so, so new, and I still feel like I’m finding my footing with Hope sometimes, but these two BEAUTIES have welcomed me with open arms and are constantly giving me the Hope/Klaus, Hope/Hayley, Hope/Klaus/Hayley content that our babies DESERVED. They are beautiful inside and out and I just feel lucky that they let me share this with them. I’m glad you enjoy our threads as much as we do. <3

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@meda-the-brave​ said: “  #Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome! ”

            You are the absolute sweetest, okay? I love you and I love Meda, and I’m so glad I found you! I can’t wait to RP with you more. In fact, I should send you more memes... <33

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Legacies Asks || Accepting

@faiirydusttm​ said: “ 4. Would you rather be a witch, vampire, werewolf, or some form of hybrid/tribrid? 5. How did you get into the show? 6. Is there any show you would like it to crossover with? ”

4. Would you rather be a witch, vampire, werewolf, or some form of hybrid/tribrid?

Definitely still going with tribrid. I could be more creative, or different, and just say werewolf, but them’s the breaks, kid. It would be cool to have the powers of all three.

5. How did you get into the show?

So, story time. I read the books way back in the day. Like in the 90′s. Like before all the newer-ish ones had come out, and so when I saw back when TVD aired that there was going to be a show, I was so, so excited. Then...the show was literally nothing like the books. Characters were different, some characters were made up, some characters were erased, and I was like, ‘just give it a chance, it is fine’...and I was sucked in. Up until show!Damon, who drives me nuts, got so unbearable for me, and Elena too, that I quit. Then I was like, ‘This Originals idea is kind of dumb, but I’m gonna watch it too’...and then got sucked into that, keeping up with TVD from afar because I wasn’t about that life anymore, who cared about Elena anymore? Then I heard that the spinoff was getting a spinoff and I was like, ‘Nope’. Just hardcore didn’t care, and then I got older!Hope in S5 and while S5 was a train wreck, guys, I still loved Hope...but not enough. I had reached my wit’s end. So, it wasn’t until maybe two episodes before the end of Season 1 of Legacies, that I was seeing these gif sets everywhere, and I went, ‘We both know I’m going to catch up...’ and I did. It was like SPN bringing me back every couple of seasons because I can’t quit it, lmao. I wanted to see Hope and Landon so desperately, that I watched the stuff that I had quit, just to be caught up so I could watch my babies. Now look where we are: I made Hope to RP and I’ve been loving it ever since. I mean, I still have my opinions about stuff, obviously, that’s just life, but like, I blame the Handon fandom really, because without those sets, I’d have quit after TO and never come back.

6. Is there any show you would like it to crossover with?

I love crossovers so much, and honestly I’ve thought about this question a LOT. Roswell NM has so many of the same actors that it would be hilarious to delve into more doppleganger stuff, and if Teen Wolf was still a thing, they would pair actually really nicely, there would just have to be a little lore tweaking, obviously. There are probably more feasible ones, honestly, but those are what I think about mostly.