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mentally-unstable-hottie13 · 3 months ago

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⭐️Senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM! Reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: you beat Henry’s ass then deal with some complicated issues when you are woken up late at night to someone in your yard.

Word count: 3,284

Estimated read time: 15 min.

A/N please refresh yourself on the story trigger list in chapter one before reading. Thank you.

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Chapter 5

I’ll fucking make you wish

“¡Ayee chiChita! Are you okay?(shorty)” he puts the food on the table and runs to kneel in front of you. “Who the fuck hit you?” You could see he was fuming. But you couldn’t speak. You hadn’t felt this helpless since you were back home with your parents. All possible words caught in your throat as you leaned forward into him and began to sob.

You sat there crying in his arms for god knows how long. Before you knew it you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He knew who gave you the black eye. He just didn’t want to do anything just yet. He picked you up and gently got the attention of killer who was whimpering in the back room. What the fuck happened here? He put you and killer in the truck

along with the food and locked up the store for the day. He drove you home and carried you up the stairs.

Checking his watch he saw that school wasn’t out for another 20 minutes. He left killer with you and walked off the property, back down the dirt road to the Bowers ranch. He saw that Butch’s cruiser wasn’t there but that little shitbrick Henry was. Henry was walking over to the farm with no one else in sight. Kevin hopped the gate and hauled ass to Henry before grabbing him by the shirt roughly and turning him around. Kevin could swear on his life that he saw fear in Henry’s eyes before Henry’s face flattened at seeing Kevin.

“What do you want?” Henry spit.

Kevin smacked Henry across the face. Hard. Before taking the front of Henry’s shirt and lifting him up.

“Listen here you little shit.” Kevin’s said calmly. “If you ever fucking come into my store and hit my sister again I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll beat you worse then you have ever experienced. I’ll make you fucking wish for your fathers hand. I will kill you and mount your head on a fucking stake. Do you understand me?”

Henry stays silent and nods. No doubt still feeling the sting of being hit. Kevin nods back and puts Henry down before walking back over to the fence and hopping it again. He takes a nice easy walk home. Like it never happened.

Meanwhile Henry was in his head. He doesn't know what it is about you he finds so interesting. What is it that pulls him in? You make him so indescribably angry by doing nothing. He was so fascinated by you but holy fuck did he want to punch you Everytime you spoke. No one he’d ever fucked with had hit him and then came back to see if he was ok. He needed to know more. He wanted to know about the kind tattooed girl. He was gonna know about you. Whether you liked it or not.

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You woke up the next morning confused. You face hurt and you felt dehydrated. Like a wave of realization, it all hit you. God, what an awful day. You turn to your alarm clock to find a little note written by kevin.

“Called you outta school today. Try to relax, here’s some cash, have a good day <3

You smiled at the handwriting of the note. It almost looks frantic. You decided to get dressed and go outside. If Henry was gonna ruin your life here why not explore a little before. Killer is laid peacefully asleep on your bed. Poor thing must have been so stressed yesterday.

You get up gently and go to the closet. You pick out a white summer dress and some fleece lined beige stockings. You pair that with a pink sweater cardigan. You slip into some sneakers and grab your messenger bag, phone, cash and keys, you sneak past killer to nlet him sleep and make your way out to the shed to retrieve your bike. Putting all of your belongings into the basket you lock up the property and head on your way. Your venture into town is long and peaceful. The wind smelled fresh. You never got air like this back home…

Home.

That wasn’t home. This is home.

You make your way into town and stop by a store. People gave you real funny looks about your eye. But you only ever greeted them with a smile. With some of the cash you had, you bought dog treats and 2 toys for killer. Along with ordering a custom tag for him. You drop the toys and treats In the basket and continue down your journey. You had just hit the red bridge. You don’t wanna go near the store today. You don’t know who's there and Kevin might be upset you came to work. Instead you rode down into the wooded area surrounding the red bridge. You found a small little water bank surrounded by smooth rocks and trees. You decided here would be a good place to relax. You parked yourself on the rocky area beside the crystal clear water. You put on some headphones and turned on music. You laid there in the shade for what could have been hours. You weren’t sure.

After a bit you heard some people. Sitting up and looking to the source of the sound. To your surprise, it was the losers. They notice you on the rocks and run over to you.

“Hey y’all!” You shout with a wave. “What’re y’all doin out? Isn’t school still in?” You question.

“It’s lunch and we wanted to hang out here since it isn’t too far from the school” Mike answers. You liked Mike he was smart. Kind. You liked all the losers. They treated you like a human.

“What happened to your eye?” Eddie asked skeptically.

“Had a run in with the corner of a shelf while I was working. My dog tripped me. No big deal.” You could tell that Billie, Beverly and Mike didn’t believe you, but everyone else took your lie, no problem.

“What is this place?” You finally ask.

“I-I-it’s the b-b-barrens. We hang out here somet-t-t-times.”

Interesting.

The group of you sit around for a minute and talk about life. It was peaceful. That was. Until you heard Henry and his goons, coming your way.

“Scatter!” Eddie whisper yells and all of you run in different directions. You run the same way as Beverly. She takes a hold of your hand as you both run through the woods in the direction of the school. As you and Beverly run Henry Bowers jumps out in front of you. You and Beverly jump from surprise and fear. You position her a little behind you and glower at Henry. He’s alone. You won’t let him hurt your friend.

“Nice shiner” he points to his own eye. “How’d you get it?” He mocks.

“None of your fucking BUISNESS” you grit your teeth on the last word. He knew how you got it. The fucker gave it to you. But on your life, no one else would know.

He stands and looks between you and Beverly for a Moment before running at you.

“BEVERLY RUN!” You yell and push her as you dodge Henry.

Beverly takes off in the direction of the road and you focus back on Henry, who’s staring at you like an animal. You both watch each other like the other one will kill you at any time. You weren’t gonna fucking sit and play obedient to this crazy fuck.

“You know,” Henry speaks. “That dirty old fucker came over yesterday. Yeah. He told me all about how he and you are-“ he reaches down and grabs his crotch through his pants. “Shaking the sheets. Every-“ a thrust of his hips. “Night.”

You laugh in his face. “Are you fuckin’ slow kid? Was it all those years of hick inbreeding or do you really just that stupid?” you laugh at him. You can tell you struck just the right nerve.

“FUCK YOU” he yells and lunges at you.

“¡CHINGA TU MADRE!” ( fuck your nother) you yell back at him as he knocks you over and pins you to the rocks. You knee him in the stomach hard enough to make him wheeze and flip over so you are on top of him. He loosens his hands from your pin and punches you in the sternum so you pick up a handful of dirt and toss it in his face, effectively blinding him. He headbuts you so hard you become momentarily dizzy. He flips you over again and takes you by your shoulders, pinning you to the rocks. He picks up the closest rock and positions his arm, ready to hit you. At this you kick him as hard as you can in the balls and once again flip on top of him. He’s so focused on the pain in his balls that you don’t even need to pin him as you punch him in the chest 5 or 6 times. Before you get off him you flip him over and shove his face into the water that, just a few moments ago, was so beautiful, clear, and still. You jump off him and get your things you dropped before running the same way Beverly did. You can hear him hacking and choking on the water as you run. You meet her at the bridge and all the others come running.

Ben tells you that his friends are still hot on their tail and you tell them to follow you. As fast as all of you could. You run to the center of town. They can fuck with you all they want. But they wouldn’t dare in broad daylight. Not with the cops patrolling the square like they were.

“Fuck” Eddie gasps. “What about our bikes?”

“Don’t worry, they were too worried about finding us to take our shit.” You try to calm him.

“What do we do?” Ben worries. “The school bell rings in 15 minutes, my mom will kill me if she gets a call saying I ditched 4th period.” He whines.

God you really don’t wanna do this. But they all look so worried and you don’t want them to get in trouble with their parents….fuck.

You pull out your phone and dial Kevin. He picks up on the first ring. “Wussup!” He yells goofily over the phone. “I was just about to call to-“ you cut him off.

“No time, Kevy, I need your help. My friends were having lunch while I was in town and they were attacked. We are at the town square. Please help us out.” You beg. The other side of the line goes quiet for a bit. Just as you were about to start begging you hear a shout from the other line.

“Everyone out, we are closed! Come back in 2 hours for a discount! Family emergency! I’ll be there in 3.” With that he hangs up. The members of the group stare at you before hugging you in thanks.

Just as he said he was there in 3 minutes with his truck. You all piled into the tailgate and Kenny rushed off to the school. Kenny may have broken some minor traffic laws but he got your friends there with 3 minutes to spare.

“Don’t y’all worry about the bikes. I’ll take care of it” you smiled again and waved to your friends as you got into the passenger side seat. You knew Kevin wanted to ask questions but he knew you wouldn’t give him the answers he wanted. You direct him back to the bridge and the pair of you hop out and scale down the steep hill of trees and leaves retrieving a bike each then going back down again 4 times until everyone’s bike is in the tailgate of the truck. That took like an hour. It was exhausting. Your white dress was covered in mud from the fight with Henry. What the fuck was that dudes problem? He’s gotta be majorly fucked in the head.

You and Kevin drove back to the school and put all the bikes except yours in the hidden bike rack. You texted Bev where they were with a photo and Kevin drove you home. He dropped you off and made you promise to keep killer by you for the rest of the day. You agreed. You went upstairs and stripped of all your nasty ass clothes before putting on a huge shirt and some shorts. You flopped down on the couch with some snacks and watched shitty cable for a few hours before you got a call from Beverly.

“Whassup?” you mumbled through a mouth full of chips.

“The boys wanted to say thanks for getting back the bikes. We all really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Did anything happen after you got back?”

“Not really? Henry and his goons didn’t come back to school for the day so we just assumed they ditched.” You could hear her shrug.

Interesting.

You could only imagine where they had gone. Nir that it was any of your business.

“I didn’t have time to check. Is everyone ok?” You ask.

“For the most part. We think they followed us from the school when lunch got out. Eddie had a panic attack because he wasn’t allowed to wash the mud off himself. Stanley and Ben have been jumpy all day, and Mike has a fractured wrist from Vic grabbing him.”

“Vic?”

“The skinny blonde one. The fat one who always wears a hat is Belch, and the tall one with long hair was Patrick.”

“Oh. Who the fuck names their kid Belch?” You say, thinking out loud.

Beverly giggles. “His real name is Reginald but everyone calls him belch because he… well, belches” she laughs.

You give a nose laugh and thank her for letting you know everyone was okay. The 2 of you hung up, and within minutes of the call ending Kevin came in with a little bag from the pharmacy. Tossing the bag to you he wanders over to his room and flops on the bed. You walk to the doorway and look at him.

“Ya want any food?” You gingerly ask.

“No thanks I just need to fuckin sleep.” He mumbles.

“Roger. Love you man, sleep tight” you holler behind you as you shut the door to his room. You walk upstairs with killer and empty the pharmacy bag onto the bed. Oh hell yeah. He got you a new tube of Arnica bruise cream because yours was half out, as well as some Bactine, cotton pads and bandages. Everything you needed to clean yourself up. You take the Arnica and rub it onto your black eye and the bruises on your arms and sternum. Then you spray the little cuts you have with bactine, then let them dry out. The cuts were so small you didn’t really need bandages. You lift the back of your giant shirt up to your shoulders to see if you had any bruises back there.

You didn’t.

Looking at your back in the mirror, you looked at your scars. Every scar your parents could inflict on you never faded. You run your finger across a particularly long scar and cringe. It was fully healed and didn’t hurt. But Every Time you touch it you remember how bad it did hurt.

You pull your shirt back down and get into bed. As you settle in you look at the clock. 8:00pm. The perfect time. To get the rest you needed to go back tomorrow. You snuggle up to killer and let yourself be gently lulled to slumber.

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You are woken up by the sound of killer growling at something making noise outside. You groan and look to the clock.

10:49 pm.

Not too late but sure as fuck not when you wanted to wake up. You get out of bed and put on your fluffy robe to go out to the balcony and check out the noise. You tell killer to calm down, and as usual he does but he continues to stare outside. You shut the balcony door behind you and just try to listen. In the distance you hear someone, a man, screaming his head off, he’s yellin and someone.

“Some crazy ole man is drunk and wakin up my dog for nothin.” You mumble to no one.

As you turn to head back inside you see something from the corner of your eye run across part of the property yard and into the farm shed.

Well shit. You slip on your shoes and ready yourself with a bat and a flashlight. You tell killer to stay and then you sneak out the front door. What the fuck were you doing? This is fucking scary! Anything could be in that shed and you’re fuckin “checkin it out”? This is how every hot white girl dies in the movies.

You try to calm your thoughts as you sprint to the shed.

Holy fuck it’s freezing out here. You sneak up to the shed and hide your flashlight against the skin of your tummy while you mentally countdown to opening the door. Bat in hand you count.

Boom! You swing the door open and point the light and bar at the inside of the shed. But no animal comes running out.

In the corner you see a boy. A boy in a familiar red sleeveless tee you saw earlier today.

“Holy shit. Henry?” He looks up at you with anger.

“Get the fuck away from me you fucking freak!” He screams at you.

You drop the bat and rush to his side with the flash light. “Are you okay?” You begin to scan him. His elbow goes into the side of your face as you try to look at him. The force of it sends you back. Hitting your back and head on the wall.

“Ah fuck.” You spit blood onto the floor of the shed before getting closer to him once more. As you approach him again he begins trying to hit you with both arms. His arms are flailing and hitting you so hard it’s difficult to think. Eventually you are able to get his arms and look at him,

“Fuck! Henry! Stop it!” You yell at him. “Let me make sure you’re okay. Then you can beat my ass all you want” you say in an unamused and seriously annoyed tone.

He calms down a little. You pick up the light he knocked out of your hands and you shine it on him. His face is bleeding and he has some serious bruises on his upper arms. A cut goes from his exposed shoulder into the back of his top. He has a small circular burn on the side of his neck almost covered by his hair. He’s shaking. You can’t tell if that’s because he’s cold or whoever just beat the tar outta him. You take off your fluffy robe and put it around his shoulders. His eyes move from the ground to you. He looks fucking pissed. Not that you care. He can be mad at you when you are done cleaning him up.

You stand up and reach out a hand for him.

“Yeah” he scoffs “like I’m fucking going with you.” He looks at the ground.

You huff. “It’s either you come with me to get cleaned up or I call the cops”

His head shoots to your directionz his eyes wide with fear. He quickly stands up and looks to the door as a sign he’s choosing to go with you. You wouldn’t have actually called the cops. You don’t really like cops. You just needed him up. You gently take his hand and lead him to the house. He doesn't exactly seem to enjoy your hand on his wrist given his frigid state. But he lets you drag him anyway.

Chapter 6 here

#henry bowers #henry bowers fanfic #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers x y/n #it henry bowers #90s #belch huggins #henry bower x fem! reader #it 2017 #patrick hockstetter

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 2 months ago

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Mc get´s canceled

due to unforeseen business cuts and bad financial decisions on the Shareholders side we can´t afford to keep shipping the Sheep into the Devildom, Celestial Realm or the Human World so now you only get low quality reaction´s from everybody involved

Lucifer:

he spent every minute since he got the news to figure out if they can somehow fix this situation

if that doesn´t work into the Attic with you, as long as there aren´t any nosy Humans looking for you he knows nobody will find you

he´ll just get started on decorating the Attic for you and don´t worry he´ll make sure you have enough food in case anybody forget´s to feed you

and if the House is empty he will allow you to leave the Attic

he doesn´t trust anybody else with keeping the secret though, so you might have to be on your own for a while...

Mammon:

he´ll act tough but only for a second and then he´ll start crying like crazy and clinging onto you

he´ll never let go of you because now he´s scared that you will just disappear if he let´s you go

after Beelzebub managed to pry him of off you he had a brilliant idea to keep you around

just fake your death!

he has contacts and has first hand experience in faking his death so he knows it´s really easy

they´ll just dress you up as a Demon and they´ll never have have to lose you

Leviathan:

he fainted and after he woke up just assumed it was a horrible nightmare that you were forced to leave them forever

he´ll faint again if you tell him it´s the truth but this he´ll go crazy and that his favorite Normie can´t just leave him!

you already got plans with him, you can´t just leave and never come

saying goodbye once a year is already bad enough but now a forever goodbye…

besides what about Henry!? you can´t just leave him behind too!

he even shoved Henry in your face and the poor fish actually looked sad

if you won´t leave he will probably spend the entire time trying to talk in just staying, even if it isn´t by your choice they can hide you somewhere

Satan:

if anybody thought his tantrums when he was a freshly separated Demon where bad you don´t want to know how he is now

he would have happily killed everybody in all three Realms and even that wouldn´t even have been enough, not even all the books or Cats in the world´s could calm him down

so maybe just knock him out and hope that either the concussion or the nap will calm him down

if not the Realm´s can look forward to very dangerous and turbulent times

or just start a fundraiser and hope you get to keep the pink menace

Asmodeus:

he´s going to cry, what do you mean they´ll take away his favorite Human!?

actually him crying would be the least worrying thing, they are more scared that Asmo will try to kill somebody but they also wouldn´t really stop him

if it´s the right person they would just overlook it *cough* the person who took them *cough*

but yeah Asmo will take the news very badly and might lock himself in his room with Mc

because he won´t let them go no matter what, if he has to he would even follow them wherever they are forced to go

and make sure nobody will separate them

Beelzebub:

he would miss you but he´s sure they can find a way to keep you with them

he hopes at least…

but even if they can´t get you to visit them anymore he will find a way to see wherever you are

and maybe he´ll just take Belphie´s idea and they´ll try to kidnap you again

hm? oh no you didn´t hear anything let´s just go somewhere else, maybe outside of the Devildom for once?

It could be fun and who knows maybe something will happen so you can´t be taken away for good

Belphegor:

what do you mean they just got their Dumb (lovingly) Sheep back and now they have to live without it, not only that but forever!?

someone get the sack because he´ll and Beel make sure they´ll stay one way or another

the Attic might not be the most comfortable place to stay but it´s safer and warmer then the Crypt

and hey they´ll at least have Beel and him looking after them so they won´t get lonely, he might have told his Brother´s about his plan but if he wants to keep them so few people as possible should know

he might not have even told Beel if they weren´t twins, he loves Beel but he sometimes can´t keep a secret to save his life

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fanfic

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crazyunsexycool · 7 months ago

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I want a day of chaos, where everyone is on a mission and Peter is left in the tower with all the super babies with babysitter duties!

Henry, Lottie, peanut and Bee!

Poor Peter.... Let's do this!!!!

From Spiderman to Babysitter

warning: dirty diapers (nothing descriptive), gagging?,

A/N: Just some fun and shenanigans from our favorite super kids!

"Ok Peter, you're only going to be with them for an hour. My dad will be here by then. " Sugar says as she rocks her youngest to sleep. "Peanut should remain asleep the whole time. If they wake up and you're not sure what to do, I left instructions on the fridge and Henry knows what to do."

"Ok, Mrs. Barnes."

Peter was nervous. He'd never babysat before. Stopping bad guys? Sure he could do that in his sleep. But possibly changing a dirty diaper? That was the stuff of nightmares.

"Steve, I don't think this is a good idea." Honey says in a whisper. She's hovering around Steve while he also rocks their baby to sleep.

"He's a good kid. Everything will be fine. Henry and Charlotte are here too and they know how to calm Bee down. Eddie will be here within the hour." Steve kisses her forehead. "Don't worry, Honey. I trust him."

Now Peter had even more to prove. The Captain America trusted him and he wouldn't let Steve down.

"Hey kid." Bucky says with a stern expression on his face. "If something happens to the kids, you'll have me to deal with. You understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Sergeant Barnes."

"Babe, stop trying to scare Peter." Sugar walks back into the living room of her house. "Peanut is down for their nap. Bee is in there too. They should stay asleep. Our mission should only last about 3 to 4 hours. If it's a medical emergency-"

"I take them straight to the medbay."

"That's right. I also left my brother's phone number on there. If you have any questions call him. It'll be over before you know it." Sugar squeezes his shoulder reassuringly.

"Have a good mission." Peter calls out to the four of them.

The whole team was heading out and due to some scheduling conflicts Peter was the only one available. Even Honey would be needed to collect samples or something. Peter was so nervous but he was determined to prove that he could be trusted.

"Can watch moobie?" Lottie crept up behind Peter and he jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Yeah, of course we can watch a movie." Peter locks the door and steers Lottie towards the living room.

"Can habe candy?"

"Oh you want a snack with the movie?" Peter asks Lottie and she nods excitedly.

"Peter, mama doesn't let her have candy at this time or else she won't go to sleep at bed time."

Peter looks from Lottie to Henry. "Oh, I didn't think of that."

"Bubba but I wants candy. Pwease?"

"Maybe just a little bit of candy?" Henry says.

"A little bit of candy it is, then."

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30 minutes passed since the team left when Peanut woke up and started crying. Which would have been fine but then Bee woke up because of Peanut. Now Peter was trying to calm down both babies but it wasn't working.

"I can take Peanut." Henry says while extending his arms.

"Are you sure, buddy?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time. I can help." Henry takes Peanut and sits down on the couch. "It's ok Peanut, you can go back to sleep." Henry rocks Peanut softly.

"Awesome job, buddy." Peter says while following Henry's lead and rocking Bee.

****

"Uh-oh." Lottie says. "Sowwy Pet-uh."

Peter runs into the play room to find a mess of paint and glitter on the kid's table. His eyes widen and his mouth is hanging open as he takes in the mess. Lottie's hands are covered in the mess she'd made but at least she looked sorry.

"Oh, ok. Lottie lets go wash your hands. But don't touch anything."

"Kay." Lottie hops off her chair and follows Peter to the bathroom.

"Just hold still okay."

Peter helps Lottie wash her hands but now the sink is full of red paint and blue glitter. As he helps Lottie one of the babies starts crying.

"Oh shoot. I have to get them."

"I got it." Henry yells as he runs towards Peanut's nursery.

Peter rushes out of the bathroom with Lottie still in his arms. In the nursery Henry is holding Bee at arms length, his face scrunched in disgust.

"Peter, she needs her diaper changed."

"Ok. Alright. We can manage that. right?" Peter nods. "Maybe let me call your grandpa to see how long it's going to take him." Peter puts Lottie down and runs back toward the kitchen where Sugar left the phone numbers. "Hi sir, my name is Peter and I'm looking after the kids and I wanted to know how long it's going to take you to get here because I don't know how to change a diaper and Mrs. Barnes said you would be here within the hour but it's almost the hour."

"Peter, take a breath." Eddie chuckles on the other side. "Unfortunately, I'm stuck in traffic. I think it might be another hour. If you don't know how to change a diaper, take the kids to the medbay, Ivy can help you."

"Oh, but Peanut is sleeping. Should I wake them up?"

"No you don't want a screaming kid on your hands. I'll call the medbay for you."

"Thank you sir." Peter hangs up and takes Bee from Henry. She's wiggling in his hold and crying. "It'll be just a minute, Bee I promise."

It wasn't just. minute, Ivy wouldn't be able to come to the house for a while so Peter did the next best thing. He watched a tutorial on YouTube. He gagged at the smell of the dirty diapers but he managed anyway. To make sure it didn't smell anymore, Peter cocooned the discarded diaper in web fluid.

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The house was vibrating as the four parents got closer. As Sugar opened the door the music was blaring. The lights were flashing to the rhythm. When she turned into the living room, Sugar gasped. It was a mess. Bee and Peanut sat in spiderweb swings. Henry was swinging from a thick rope of spiderweb. Lottie was on the coffee table dancing. And Peter? He was on the ceiling dancing too. The couch cushions were all over the place, there were candy wrappers on the floor, forgotten juice boxes thrown to the side.

“Friday, shut off the music.” Bucky yelled.

The house fell completely silent.

“Daddy you’re home.” Lottie ran into his waiting arms while Peter jumped down. “Wook it daddy, am just wike you.” She held her left arm up which was all black and gold.

“What the hell is this?” Bucky looked between Lottie’s arm, her face and Peter who looked like a deer in headlights. “What did you do to her arm?”

“It’s temporary?”

“Are you asking or telling me?”

“Telling.” Peter says again, but it still sounds like a question.

Sugar and Honey both took the kids out of the makeshift swings and check to make sure they’re ok.

“Why is Bee’s diaper backwards?” Honey asks.

“Um, because I had to change her. I’ve never done it before so I had to look for instructions online.” Peter was definitely in over his head with this one and he knew he messed up but he tried his hardest.

Steve is standing beside Honey cooing at Bee and trying not to laugh at the murderous look on Bucky’s face.

“I’m going to-“

“Bucky.” Sugar sent him a warning look and Bucky kept his mouth shut.

“Peter, sweetie why are you still here? My dad was supposed to take over three hours ago.”

“Mrs. Barnes, your dad got caught in traffic. There was an accident and he’s still waiting in his car ma’am.”

“I’m sorry Peter, this should’ve never happened. Thank you for looking after them. Why don’t you head up to the main building.”

“No.” Bucky stops him from leaving. “He’s leaving after he cleans this place up.”

“Sure I can do that.”

“No, it’s ok Peter. I’ll do it.”

Peter stands there looking between Sugar and Bucky before he slowly takes a step back.

“Have a goodnight Peter.” Sugar says.

“Good night.” He says and heads for the door before turning to face the four adults. “Also Charlotte found a stash of glitter. I tried to clean it up but she mixed it with paint in the playroom. Bye.”

Bucky groans and Lottie giggles.

“Made you a picture daddy.”

“I’m sure you did.”

Lottie kisses his cheek before wiggling out of his arms and taking him by the hand to the play room. The last thing anyone hears is.

“Charlotte Elise Barnes.”

And laughter from the girl herself.

#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers #my little love ask #a love as sweet as honey ask

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 2 months ago

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Christmas Reruns 2024–Day 9: A Pirate’s Christmas Carol (1/2)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Word Count: 2511

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

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Note: This fic was written in 2016. At the time, it was a “future fic”, but now it’s more of an “alternate” canon fic. A Pirate’s Christmas Carol (pt. 1 of 2)

Killian admired the Christmas tree from his perch on the couch. The colorful lights shown to full effect in the last hours of the night when all was still and dark and silent. Tomorrow was the feast of Christmas, and Swan and the lad were so excited they could barely contain themselves.

Killian had to admit he was curious about this Christmas holiday. What an odd tradition to bring a tree into one’s living room and decorate it with lights and colorful baubles of all kinds!

The Swan-Jones family had spent a pleasant Christmas Eve with the Charmings. He and Swan were both strangers to the love and joy of family, and so the traditions of the season were both foreign and delightful to them. It warmed Killian’s heart to see the incandescent joy on his wife’s faces as she watched her parents open the gift she’d selected for them.

It was all he’d wanted for such a very, very long time—to be with the one he loved, to belong to a family.

At least it was all he’d thought he’d wanted…until the day some seven months past when Swan informed him that he was to be a father a month into the new year.

To say he’d been elated at the news was quite the understatement. The thought of having a child of his own was a dream he’d long since despaired of realizing. He loved Henry as his own son, of course, but there was something fitting and beautiful about creating a new life through the True Love he shared with Swan.

Killian reached for his flask, lying on the end table. He took a long sip and waited for the burning liquid to calm his frazzled nerves. Swan slept peacefully in their bed, their unborn son nestled warm and peaceful inside of her, but Killian found sleep eluding him on this Christmas Eve night.

He was happy about the approach of his little one’s birth; of course he was, but he was also bloody terrified. What did he know about being a father? His own father had been a piss poor example of what a parent should be. Killian knew his faults; knew he had a tendency to let emotions rule logic, a tendency toward impulsiveness. Would he prove to be as much of a disappointment to his son as his father was to him?

The thought made his stomach turn. Raising a child with Swan—this was one adventure he could not stand to muck up.

Killian had no idea how long he sat there worrying about his inadequacies as a father, but eventually the twinkling lights on the tree and crackling of the fire in the hearth lulled him into an uneasy sleep.

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

“Wake up, Little Brother!” someone said as a gentle hand shook Killian’s shoulder.

“Leave off, Liam!” Killian said sleepily…before the shock of what he’d just said—what he’d just heard—penetrated his sleep-fogged brain and woke him completely.

“Must have been dreaming,” Killian muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes with his good hand. Likely the day spent with family brought his own lost brother to mind.

A deep chuckle interrupted his musings. “It’s not a dream, Killian,” came the very definite voice of Liam Jones. “I’m quite real.

Killian turned, staring open-mouthed as his beloved brother, the man he’d personally seen move on to his eternal reward, took a seat on the opposite end of the couch in his and Swan’s living room.

“H…how are you here, brother?” Killian croaked, too shocked even to feel the intense joy he knew would hit soon.

“Technically speaking, I’m not,” Liam said cryptically. “I’m nothing but a shade, a ghost if you will. Your distress has not gone unnoticed. I’ve been sent to help you, to be your guide of sorts.”

“My guide?” Killian asked, brow furrowed. “I’m afraid I don’t follow, Liam. My guide to what?”

“Your past,” Liam said, getting to his feet and extending a hand. “You could call me your ghost of Christmas past. Come. I’ve much to show you this night.”

“But, Emma…” Killian said as he got to his feet as well. “She’ll worry if she wakes to find me gone, and in her condition—you’re to be an uncle, Liam!—I hesitate to cause her any more distress than is absolutely necessary.”

“Fear not about that, little brother,” Liam said with a gentle smile. “Your wife and babe will be quite well while we’re gone. I can promise you they won’t even know you’re gone. Take my hand. Do you trust me?”

“Always,” Killian said, finally taking the proffered hand.

Killian suddenly felt weightless, as though he’d taken flight. He looked down and saw the world below him spin away, as though he were moving faster than the airplane Swan had convinced him to board on their honeymoon. Were he being guided by anyone but Liam, he’d likely have called out in fright, but he’d spoken truthfully. He knew he could trust his beloved brother to have his safety and best interest at heart.

Killian had scarcely the time to wonder where they were headed before he and Liam landed gently right in the middle of a jungle. Killian’s heart dropped to his stomach. He would never in his life be able to forget this place.

Neverland.

He turned betrayed eyes to his brother, but before he got the chance to reproach Liam, a full regiment of Lost Ones whooped and hollered as they tore through the forest…stopping just outside Baelfire’s cave.

“Pan’s waiting for you,” the leader, Felix, called into the opening of the cave. “He’s ready to play. Are you ready to play Baelfire? It’s not wise to keep Pan waiting.”

Killian stepped forward, hand fisted, hook raised, but before he could confront the psychotic bullies, Liam stopped him with a hand to his sleeve. “They can’t see or hear us, brother. We merely watch events already transpired.”

The thought was surreal…but not nearly as surreal as watching himself, fully attired as a pirate, complete with vicious scowl and finely sharpened hook bound onto the scene and step between Baelfire’s cave and the Lost Ones.

“Not today, mates,” the Hook from the past growled, raising his signature weapon threateningly. “You’ll have to do without Bae for your sport.”

“Think carefully, captain,” Felix snarled. “It’s unwise to cross Pan.”

“I’ll take my chances.” Hook said. “Now return to your demon master, lest you feel the bite of my hook.”

Felix looked as though he wanted to argue further, but then his eyes fell onto the sharpened hook. Evidently deciding he didn’t wish to go up against the infamous Captain Hook, the Lost One turned away, motioning his followers to do the same. “You’re going to regret this Captain. Pan will not be pleased.”

Hook watched until the Lost Ones were out of sight, and then gave a sharp rap to the stone surface that functioned as Baelfire’s front door. A moment later teenage Bae came into view, looking as though he didn’t know whether to thank Hook—or to go off on him.

“Thanks,” Bae said finally. “Thanks for making them leave.”

Hook waved off the thanks, reaching up to scratch at the spot behind his ear. “It was no trouble, lad,” Hook said. “Things may have gone…badly…at our last meeting, but I wish you no harm. I wish to ensure your safety while we are trapped on this accursed island. It’s what your mother would have wanted.”

Bae shot him an inscrutable look. “How can I trust you? Just yesterday you let the Lost Ones take me from your ship!”

Killian reached into his bag and pulled out a large pastry. “I mean you no harm, Baelfire. I never have. Please accept this cake as a token of my commitment to protect you.”

Bae continued looking at Hook, mouth set in an angry line, but finally he nodded ever so slightly, reaching out to take the proffered gift. “Thanks,” Bae said

Killian felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned back to look at Liam.

“Come little brother,” Liam said. “We’ve yet one more stop to make.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Killian felt the soaring, speeding sensation once more, and when he came to a stop, he found himself in the Charmings’ loft. He looked around and saw himself and Swan seated together on the loveseat, their hands entwined.

“Now if you need anything, anything at all don’t hesitate to call. If you can’t get ahold of me, you can always call your father at the sheriff’s station,” Mary Margaret said, agitation clear in every fiber of her being. “Oh I hate leaving like this! If I didn’t still have Christmas shopping to do, I’d never go, but…”

Emma got to her feet, went to her mother and patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom! Killian and I will be fine. Little bro will be just fine with his big sis.”

“And though I might not have as much experience with newly born babes as one might wish,” Killian said, standing and putting an arm around Emma, “I look forward to spending time with the little prince. No harm will come to your lad while your daughter and I are caring for him.”

“Besides,” Emma added. “It’s Christmas Eve! Even the Snow Queen wouldn’t dare attack on a day as magical as today. Go! Enjoy your shopping.”

Snow looked unsure for another moment, and then she nodded, giving first Emma and then Killian a hug. “I won’t be more than an hour. And don’t forget! Call me if you need anything!”

“Goodbye, mom,” Emma said, gently steering Snow toward the door. “And don’t rush. Killian and I are excited about staying with Neal. Enjoy yourself!”

With one last worried look back at them, Snow finally left the apartment.

Killian smiled as he watched the hour unfold.

“Pleasant memory, brother?” Liam asked.

“Aye,” Killian said, nodding to his other self, holding a sprig of mistletoe over Emma’s head and then leaning in for a long, slow kiss. “As you can see the first quarter of that hour, while the prince finished his nap, was spent in quite the pleasurable manner.”

“So it would seem,” Liam said with a sly grin. “My prim and proper lieutenant brother has learned how to comport himself around the ladies.”

Killian grinned back. “Aye, so he has. Although this particular woman, my true love, never ceases to keep me on my toes.”

“As I said back in the Underworld, Killian,” Liam allowed. “I was wrong about Miss Swan…or should I say Mrs. Jones? Love quite becomes you, and I have my charming sister-in-law to thank for that.”

“More than you know, brother,” Killian said, thinking about the years of pain and vengeance he’d given up when he met Emma.

A cry shattered the tranquility of the apartment, and Emma pulled her mouth free from Killian’s with a groan. “Guess someone’s up, and he doesn’t sound like he’s in the mood to be patient for his lunch. I better go get him.”

Killian stopped her with a hand to her arm. “Let me, love. You’re far more expert at using the miniature heating box to prepare Neal’s bottle, and I’ve developed quite a fondness for your tiny brother.”

Emma laughed and pecked him once more on the lips. “It’s called a microwave, Killian,” she said, moving in the direction of the kitchen.

“What a thoroughly illogical moniker,” he responded as he headed toward the little nursery off of the Charmings’ bedroom, the sound of Swan’s continued laughter following him about his task.

“Let’s follow,” Liam said, heading toward the nursery, “this is the moment I particularly wished to bring to your memory.”

Killian walked expertly to the cradle, reached in and maneuvered hand and hook beneath the infant, lifted him, and then placed him in the crook of his arm. Neal stopped crying as soon as he was in Killian’s arms.

“There you are, my little prince,” Killian crooned to the child as he slowly walked back toward the apartment’s common area. “Have you a smile for your Uncle Killian this afternoon?”

The little one continued peering up at his sister’s boyfriend, content but stoic.

“He’s too young to be smiling yet,” Emma said, coming up behind him and looking at Neal over Killian’s shoulder. “Won’t start that for another month or so.”

“So it seems,” Killian agreed, turning his head to kiss her gently.

“Want me to feed him?” Emma asked, reaching out for the baby.

Killian sat back onto the couch. “That’s quite alright Swan,” he said, reaching for the bottle, “I’d quite like to do it myself.”

“Suit yourself ‘Uncle Killian’,” Emma said, curling up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder, and reaching over to hold little Neal’s hand.

“Come, Killian,” Liam said, putting an arm around his shoulders, “it’s time we return to your home.”

A moment later, Killian found himself back in his own home, seated once more before the fire and the magnificent Christmas tree. Liam stood before him. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but he looked less solid, less corporeal than before.

“You sense it, do you not, brother?” Liam asked.

“Pardon?”

“You sense that my time with you is nearly over,” Liam said. “I’ve completed my task, shown you what you needed to see.”

“No!” Killian said, getting to his feet, trying to reach for Liam; his hand went right through his brother. “I’ve only just found you again.”

“I’m afraid I must go, Killian,” Liam said with a bittersweet smile. “Paradise calls to me. But brother, I know what’s troubled you this night. I know your fears about your coming son. You mustn’t be afraid; you will make a tremendous father. Until I see you again in the life to come, brother. Farewell.”

And with that Liam faded gently away, his exclamations of delight the last thing Killian heard as his brother returned to his place in Paradise.

Notes:

–So this story is obviously based off of Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol”. That’s always been one of my favorite Christmas stories (and movies), so I thought I’d see if I could turn it into a CS story. In this version, of course, the returning “ghosts” haven’t come to convince Killian to give up his miserly ways before he ends up dying miserable and friendless (and taking a one-way ticket south), but rather they’ve come to show Killian that he doesn’t need to fear his coming fatherhood.

–Up next: Killian is visited by two more ghosts—one showing Christmas present and the other showing Christmas future. Will these ghosts—one a face very familiar to all of us, and one of them not—succeed in calming Killian’s upcoming fatherhood fears?

NEXT CHAPTER->

#cs fanfiction #cs christmas reruns #my fanfiction #a pirate's christmas carol

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hedgiwithapen · 4 months ago

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Inspired by this https://www.tumblr.com/godzillalover/758711049782427648/ricks-dad-wasnt-dead-just-in-a-coma-does-that, rex wakes up when pat or rick are visiting him

“I still can’t believe Dr. King was some kind of criminal mastermind.” Bridgit Chapel said, processing more of Beth’s promised explanation of what had been going on in Blue Valley for nearly a decade, and what specifically had been going on with Beth for the last 7 months. “Your Dad’s old boss, though, I can see that.”

“In hindsight,” James agreed, “closing down and buying up small businesses to put under one umbrella is villain behavior.” “But Dr. King? You know he was always the first one to take on cases other doctors in other cities turned down, said there was nothing anyone could do, and it wasn’t just about the money or the fame. First to point people towards financial assistance, took a paycut before any of the nurses, and he sat in with John at least once a week, just to talk to him, keep him company. I can’t reconcile…” “Well, he was already rich from, you know, years of crime,” Beth said, “and would have wanted to keep a low profile. Again, because of the years of crime thing. Who’s John?” Her parents didn’t talk about there jobs nearly as much as they had when she was younger, but she couldn’t place a John as one of her Mom’s coworkers. “Oh, he isn’t my department. A patient in the longterm care ward. Been in a coma with minimal brain activity for years. Five? No, longer than that. Poor man, no identity, no family…” Beth frowned. There probably wasn’t an evil conspiracy lurking behind every door, manhole cover, and coincidence in Blue Valley. But there was some kind of conspiracy lurking behind about 60% of doors, manhole covers, and coincidences in Blue Valley. “Well, Dr. King was super evil, like… really really bad. So I should probably check that out.” At her parents’ Look, Beth amended. “ the Justice Society should. Tomorrow? How about nine? I’ll let Pat know.” She didn’t give her parents room to push back, but the words ‘Justice Society’ worked their magic.

Pat had been the first to recognize John Doe. Of course, Beth had only ever seen him in a hologram, and he looked different now, hooked up to machines. But Pat only took one look at him. “Rex,” he breathed. Beth pulled on her goggles, sending a text to Rick first-- I’m at the hospital, get here now. And then canning the patient. “He’s not dying,” she said, trying to sort through the data Chuck fed her. “He’s just… stuck. It’s like …” “Like what happened to Brainwave,” Pat agreed. “I guess Chuck never scanned him, though…and we never did learn how he woke up.” “Uh, I think Henry woke him up. Which… also doesn’t help.” Beth winced. “So what do we do. Did the JSA have a, a cure for….. Oh.” A file on Brainwave opened up in her green tinted vision, boiling down to a sharp ‘no.’ “‘Fraid not,” Pat said, reaching to pull a chair out so he could sit. “Hey, Rex. I don’t know if you can hear me, but uh. It’s your old pal, Stripesy.” Beth went to look at the chart, hoping Chuck could piece together something-- or rather, that Charles could, and let her know. Maybe Jakeen could make a wish? Risky, Chuck told her, but possible. Beth went to sit herself when the door slammed open. Rick panted in the doorway, hands braced on his knees, his face red from excursion. “Beth? Are you ok? What happened? Who attacked you--” “Oops,” Beth said. “ no, no, I’m fine! It’s just--did you run here? Up all those stairs? You could have taken the elevator.”

“I thought you were hurt! You said-- if you’re not hurt then why…”

“Rick,” Pat interrupted. “Come sit… with your father.”

“My--” Rick stopped, staring at the hospital bed. “Dad?” he finished hoarsley.

Rex didn’t move. Rick stared.

“How?” he asked the air.

“Brainwave,” Pat said. “He must have thought he could get JSA secrets or something…didn’t realize that he’d already sent me his book. That he’d already hidden you.”

Rick’s knees buckled. Beth shoved herself under his shoulder to support him while Pat vacated his chair.

“Is he… okay? Is he going to wake up?” he demanded.

“Without Brainwave keeping him in a coma… he should wake up.” Beth offered. “ That’s what Chuck says.”

“Yeah, but it’s been months! We beat that guy ages ago, shouldn’t he have woken up by now?”

“Think about Justin,” Pat tried. “It took til he knew he was with… well, me, before he healed from whatever Brainwave did. Maybe he just needs to know he’s safe. It may not be exact proven science but…”

“But it’s what we’ve got, right?” Rick asked. “Just… hope he wakes up?”

“Hope’s a pretty strong thing, Rick.” Pat gave him a small smile.

Rick pulled the hourglass chain from around his neck. “And so’s this.” He looked at Beth, waiting for a heartbeat to see if she understood and disapproved, but she nodded. Carefully, Rick arranged the fine gold chain, careful of the tubing, and turned the glass over. The sand gleamed. Rick waited, holding his breath.

Rex’s eyes flickered open.

#Dammit Hedgi Day #Dammit Hedgi Day 2024 #Stargirl #Stargirl spoilers #very technically but all the same #Rick Tyler

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mirkwoodsuperspy · 1 year ago

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things i love abt alex

the way he hated on henry

new years kiss with nora

"he has the personality of a cabbage"

"i'd rather not be the little spoon"

everything in the closet (the literal one)

telling henry that return of the jedi being his favourite is wrong

HRH prince dckhead 💩

makes june read narcissistic fanfics abt himself

"tell shaan i say hi and i miss that sweet sweet ass xoxoxo"

turkeys gobbling and alex screaming

calling henry to make him listen to turkeys gobble

THIS SCENE. "C'mon, it's, like, in the hips. You have to loosen up." He reaches down and puts both hands on Henry's hips, and Henry immediately tenses under his touch. "That's the opposite of what I said."

"Nora! Henry has never watched a bunch of teenagers dry hump to this song!"

his entire relationship with nora

like, he's pretty sure he's straight

see, this means i can't possibly be into guys

making out with liam. award goes to liam for being the best side character ever

calling liam four years after they made out to ask if they were ever a thing and if there was a chance he was into boys

makes out with henry in front of a portrait of alexander hamilton

"for fck's sake man you just had my dck in your mouth you can kiss me goodnight"

first son of your former colony

"it's recently come to my attention you're not quite as boring as i thought. sometimes. namely when youre doing the thing with your tongue."

"baby" and pretending not to notice when henry positively melts.

"wanna do something stupid?" then wrapping his wet lips around his bottle of beer

getting henry drunk

loser with no friends besides his sister, his ex, his boyfriend, his boyfriend's best friend, and his boyfriend's sister

all his emails to henry

"tf is this? aren't there poor people in your country?"

him and zahra. "something you'd like to share with the class?"

"oh f*ck me" "f*cking sh*t" and the rest of the swearing string

yrs/ affectionately yrs

history, huh? bet we could make some

him and june

flying to England and shouting for henry to come out and talk to him

"I can see why all y'all had to marry your f*cking cousins"

"I f/cking love you, okay?"

"what do you want? "i want you" "then f/cking have me"

"i'll leave as soon as you tell me to leave"

"tell me to leave"

alex, nora, and june iconic trio

"stop are you kidding me?" "prince consort road? oh my god, take a picture of me with the sign."

"sweetheart, you're proof too"

when he made a list of things he loved about henry

comforting henry so tenderly in the car

f/cking yrs

"sweetheart" in the airplane

"zahra, you're my mean friend"

stopping the car to look at a drawing of himself (and henry ofc) XD

you know the scene where he woke up and wiggled his ass against henry um okay hahah we'll leave that there

his love for texas and his final interaction with liam

#rwrb #rwrb spoilers #rwrb book #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #prince henry rwrb #alex rwrb #june rwrb #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #nora rwrb

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taste-thewaste · 1 year ago

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Firstprince Ficlet: Cornettos

Title: Cornettos Fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue Rating: E Pairing: Firstprince Alex x Henry Word count: 977 Tags: fluff, more fluff, all the fluff you could ever handle, hurt/comfort but it ends happy, Henry being pissed about ice cream but it's more than that Summary: Henry's angry that he can't get his favorite ice creams in the US, but it's about more than that. Alex makes him feel better. A/N: Wrote this in like 20 minutes because it popped in my head and I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy for once in my porny life!! This is so sweet and sappy pls don't @ me

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Alex looks up from his laptop where he’s buried in a case study when he hears the sound of the freezer door slamming. Henry has been napping for the last hour, but Alex guesses that he’s up now. He hears the distinct grumblings of a dissatisfied Brit and knows that something in the kitchen has got Henry upset.

“Hen? Everything okay?” Alex hollers, and he hears nothing but more disgruntled mumbles. “I can’t understand you when you mumble. I can barely understand you when you don’t,” he says with a wry smile. There’s nothing but silence, so he abandons his laptop and goes into the kitchen.

Henry is leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in a loose pair of gray sweats and a navy blue hoodie, one of Alex’s, his hair rumpled from sleep. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest and he looks for all the world like he’s a toddler that someone woke up before he was ready. Alex treads carefully.

“Baby? You alright?” he asks softly.

“I want a fucking Cornetto.” The words are not even in the realm of anything that Alex had thought possible to come out of Henry’s mouth, based on the look of serious dissatisfaction on his face.

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“You…want a Cornetto,” Alex says flatly.

“Yes, I want a fucking Cornetto,” Henry says bitterly, scuffing his slippered toe against the floor.

“There are Drumsticks in the freezer, I got some yesterday,” Alex says brightly, mentally checking off the “solve Henry’s bad mood” item that had just popped up on his constantly-running mental list. He turns, rummages around in the freezer and pulls an ice cream cone encased in crinkly plastic out of a box and holds it out.

“It’s not the same, Alex,” Henry says, positively glaring at the treat in Alex’s hand. “It’s not the same at all.”

“Well. I mean. Cornetto’s are ice cream cones, this is an ice cream cone…” Alex trails off, and twirls it around lightly.

“Those are freezer-burned dehydrated vanilla clods on top of a soggy cardboard cone and covered in something that is barely legally allowed to be called ‘chocolate’,” Henry says in the most eerily Phillip way possible, and Alex’s eyebrows fly up into his hairline in surprise. “I want a butterscotch Cornetto, with butterscotch ice cream that is actually ice cream, with chocolate that is actually chocolate, and a crispy, crunchy cone. That’s what I want.”

And then, hand to God, Henry stamps his foot, and that’s when Alex loses it.

Henry’s face turns pink with irritation and he turns on his heel and strides away while Alex is wheezing with laughter, and Alex jogs after him lightly while he attempts to control himself. He sits down next to Henry, who has thrown himself angrily on the sofa.

“Hen, Hen. Henry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just…it’s a little silly, don’t you think? Come on, it’s ice cream.” Alex tugs gently on Henry’s sleeve so he turns to look at him.

“It’s not just ice cream,” Henry says, and his face crumples in a way that shoots straight through to Alex’s heart. “It’s not.” Tears fill Henry’s blue eyes and spill down his cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart…come here,” Alex says, and reaches his strong arms around Henry’s slight body, tugs him onto his lap easily. Henry buries his face into Alex’s neck and Alex wraps his arms around him tightly, feels Henry’s body shake with quiet sobs while he rubs small circles on his back. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Oh, my poor baby. I’ve got you. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

After a few minutes, Henry looks up shakily and Alex offers him a small smile. He kisses Henry’s cheek, so softly it’s as if he barely does it, tastes the salt of his tears. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” Henry mutters and looks down. Alex tilts Henry’s chin up gently with his finger until their eyes meet again. He can see the pain in Henry’s eyes, and he tries to convey without saying a word that nothing he does or thinks or says is ever stupid. It must work, because Henry sighs and says, “I just miss home. I miss my sister and my mum and Pez. I miss my favorite food and restaurants and museums. I love being here with you and I love living with you, but…I just miss it sometimes.” Henry’s voice is small and filled with embarrassment, vulnerability. It breaks Alex’s heart all over again.

“That’s totally understandable, love. Nothing to be ashamed of. Of course you miss it, of course you miss them,” Alex says softly, using the hand still on Henry’s back to scratch light, lazy patterns the way he likes. “Why don’t we see if Bea’s available for a Facetime later? I know it’s not the same, but I’d love to see her face, too.”

Henry visibly brightens a bit at the thought, and Alex can’t help but kiss him on the forehead. “Can we…we could go back for a visit soon?” Henry says hopefully, and Alex nods enthusiastically.

“The semester’s over next month, or you can go by yourself sooner if you want. Whatever you want to do, baby. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got options. You’re not cut off completely,” Alex says.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, I just…I was sad, and it all caught up to me. I’m sorry,” Henry says, and Alex nuzzles into Henry’s neck gently, kisses just underneath his ear, along his jaw until Henry is smiling.

“It’s hard to see things clearly when you’re not upset, no need for apologies,” Alex says simply. “But I will say just one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m never fucking buying Drumsticks ever again, you ice cream snob,” Alex says, and Henry’s laughs fill his ear, his heart.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #red white and royal blue fanfiction #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fanfiction #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #my fic #fluff fluff fluff

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henryclaremontdiaz · 8 months ago

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alex's favorite workout

Henry Fox (he/him) ✓ @HenryFox @ god how to become weights so he’s bouncing me on his lap 15K Retweets 30.7K Quotes 500K Likes -- After watching Alex's Men's Health workout video, Henry accidentally thirst tweets on his main account. Alex notices.

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Henry Fox hated the internet. It was like his own personal hell.

In theory he liked the internet well enough, he used it for work as an actor and a model. He had his official account everyone knew about, but what no one knew was that he had a private account as well. He was only human.

And he couldn’t be horny on his official account. No one had to know the kinds of things he liked and bookmarked there, that was between him, God, and Elon.

Henry woke up and opened up Twitter, and he was instantly reminded of why he hates the internet.

Men’s Health. Fucking Men’s Health.

It was tough enough on him when Oliver Stark did his workout video with them, but Alex Claremont-Diaz? Were they trying to kill him?

Alexander Claremont-Diaz: actor, model, cause of death of Henry Fox.

He scrolled through the tweets, the videos and screenshots were all too much. His hair, his eyelashes.

His thighs.

Fuck, his thighs. They were perfect for biting, Henry wanted nothing more than to rake his nails over them as he sucked Alex off. He just knew his dick was big, there was no way he had all that confidence without something huge to back it up.

And that turned him on. He loved a cocky man, and Alex was so cocky and gorgeous.

His hand slid into his underwear as he watched a video of him lifting with his hips, his cock hard and leaking just at the idea. He wanted to walk in on Alex working out, he wanted to pull down his shorts while he was nice and sweaty and such a fucking man. He closed his eyes as he stroked himself, his mind moving to Alex taking him right there on his bench.

Alex’s legs were so strong, Henry wouldn’t even have to ride him. He could just fuck him from under him.

He moaned loudly as he came, Alex’s video still playing on his phone as he milked himself dry, his stomach and hand covered in his release. He signed contently, wiping his hand on his underwear before looking to his phone again. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to quote retweet that video before heading to the shower.

He was only in the shower for a couple minutes, he didn’t think his phone would blow up so much in that time. As he opened up his app, he gasped and his eyes grew wide at what he saw.

Henry Fox (he/him) ✓ @HenryFox

@ god how to become weights so he’s bouncing me on his lap

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Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck.

He quickly deleted it, his heart racing and his hands shaking. He couldn’t believe he did that, that he didn’t even check to make sure he was on the right account first before tweeting out something so dirty.

He checked his texts to find ones from Percy, of course he found it hilarious. He answered the incoming FaceTime from his best friend, and he could see how red his face was in camera. “This isn’t funny!”

“Oh love, it’s so funny,” Percy said back, laughing loudly. “Were you just so horny you didn’t see what account you were on?” he asked.

“No! I had just finished- never mind,” he said, just blushing harder.

“Poor thing. Maaaaybe he didn’t see it.”

“If he did, I’m going to die. I’ll actually drop dead, right here on the floor.”

“Well if you do, I’ll make sure to wear something gorgeous to your funeral and give a speech. ‘He died as he lived: gay and horny’.”

“I’m hanging up on you now,” Henry said back and Percy just laughed again as he ended the call.

Henry Fox (he/him) ✓ @HenryFox

Sooooo... The weather?

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Alexander the Great ✓ @AlexCD

i think there’s something else we should talk about instead [screenshot.png]

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Henry could’ve died right then and there. Oh God, Alex was right there, with a screenshot of his horny post.

He instantly opened Alex’s page and opened up a DM, his pulse hard in his throat.

@HenryFox: Oh my God, I’m so sorry @HenryFox: Obviously, you weren’t supposed to see that. @HenryFox: Or anyone, for that matter.

@AlexCD: it’s okay hfuewifhud @AlexCD: it was a surprise, for sure. i was wondering why my mentions were going up so fast. @AlexCD: so… i mean. i could show you my home gym. @AlexCD: if you’d like.

Henry blinked hard at his phone, wondering if he had actually died and this was heaven.

@HenryFox: Are you sure?

@AlexCD: oh yeah, i could show you my favorite workout.

Henry’s heart was racing for a completely different reason now, he couldn’t believe this. Alex sent him his address and they set up a date, and he knew that no matter what that was all he was going to think about until it happened.

Which, of course, made all the interviews he had to do between then and now very awkward. He was a professional, and he carefully skirted around the questions about the tweet as he promoted his most recent television miniseries. “Alex and I had a great laugh about that,” he said, grinning at the woman behind the camera.

“Did God ever grant your wish to become a set of weights?” she asked and he laughed carefully.

“No comment.”

The day finally came, and Henry was practically vibrating with excitement. He pulled up to Alex’s house and Alex met him at the door in a tank top and a pair of shorts, and he knew what he was doing. There was no way he didn’t.

“Henry!” he said, a wide grin on his face as he opened his arms wide. Alex was just as charming in person as he was on the screen, it was dangerous.

“Alex. I can’t believe we’ve gone this long without meeting,” Henry said back, giving him a smile.

“Well, no time like the present.” Alex lead him inside, and they went straight to his home gym that was in his video. “Maybe I should start by showing you some of my workouts, in person,” he said, and he went straight to the bench. That fucking bench.

Henry watched him as he started to do the hip thrusts he did, the ones that had drove him wild. And it immediately turned him on.

He could only watch him for a few minutes before he broke, getting up and walking over to him. “I have to see your favorite workout,” he said, looking down at him. Alex looked up at him and his pupils grew, quickly moving to put up the weights. He moved over to Henry again and took his face in his hands, pulling him in for a kiss.

Alex instantly deepened the kiss, licking into Henry’s mouth. Henry let out a surprised whine, and Alex laughed into his mouth as he pressed his body against his. He pulled away just enough to drop to his knees in front of Alex, his hands trailing over his thighs.

“You have such amazing thighs,” he said, watching as Alex’s cock twitched under his shorts. Henry’s throat was dry just at the thought, and he moved his hand up to palm at him. Alex’s moan was like music to his ears, and he pulled down his shorts to expose Alex’s cock to the air.

And it was even better than he imagined.

“Fuck,” he said, and he heard Alex’s low chuckle above him.

“See something you like?”

“I see something that I need inside of me. Like, now,” he said, looking up at him before licking a broad stripe up the underside of his cock. “Want you to fuck me,” he started, taking his tip into his mouth and gently sucking. He let go, a string of spit and precum connecting his bottom lip to Alex’s slit. “Want you to fuck me right there on your workout bench. Show me how much those hip thrust workouts help you.”

Alex stepped away and reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of lube before stripping out of his tank top. He got on the bench again and he patted his legs, motioning for Henry to join him.

Henry took off his bottoms before walking over to him, straddling his waist. Alex reached behind Henry and he gasped when he felt metal instead of his hole, looking up at him amazed.

He blushed lightly, not looking at him for a moment. “I knew I wouldn’t want to wait. So I worked myself open before I left and put in a plug so I’d be ready for you,” he admitted. Alex pulled out the plug and tossed it to the side, slicking up his fingers and sliding two into Henry’s hole with a groan.

“Fuck, you’re so ready for me aren’t you?” he asked and Henry nodded.

“Need you in me. Now.”

Henry took the lube and poured it into his hand, reaching under him to take Alex’s cock into his hand. He slowly stroked him, slicking up his cock. Alex’s head tipped back, his fingers coming out of Henry as he let him play with his cock. After a moment he lined up his cock with his hole and he sunk down, a deep groan leaving his lips as he did.

Henry moved until he was completely seated on Alex’s lap, his cock stretching him open better than anyone else ever had. He rested his hands on Alex’s broad chest, letting his body get adjusted to the burn.

Alex started to thrust slowly, his pace quickening with his passing moment. He couldn’t hold back, it felt so good. His hips moving up and down, his hands resting on Henry’s own hips so he couldn’t move, so Alex could truly fuck him.

Henry’s nails lightly scratched at Alex’s pecs as Alex fucked him harder, the only sounds in the room was skin on skin and Henry’s slutty moans, and that just fueled Alex more.

He wanted to show Henry how strong he really was.

Alex sat up and bucked into him a couple more times before he grabbed him from under his ass, standing up while still inside of Henry.

Henry gasped, his eyes opening wide. “Fuck, Alex!” he said, and Alex held onto him as he fucked him, showing him that he could fuck him holding him with just his own strength.

And that fact alone surprised Henry so much, he came without warning. He moaned out Alex’s name and his cock twitched, cumming hard over Alex’s stomach and chest untouched.

Alex moved them back to the bench, pulling out of Henry just long enough to turn him around so he was bent over before he slammed back into him. He held onto Henry’s hips again as he fucked him, chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck, Henry. So desperate for me you cum without me even getting to touch that pretty cock of yours?” he asked, and Henry whined in reply with a nod.

It was so embarrassing, but so hot.

The bench moved with their movements as Henry leaned against it limply, letting Alex fuck him however he wanted. It didn’t take much longer before Alex stilled, completely buried inside of him as he came.

He pulled out and sat back, breathless as he looked at the sight before him. “Fuck, Henry. Didn’t know you were so dirty,” he teased, pushing a hand through his curls.

Henry chuckled weakly at that, unable to move. “Hard not to be when you’re so hot. I don’t think I can move, you arse.”

“That just means I did it right,” Alex teased, standing up and offering Henry his hand.

“Come on, let’s get a shower.”

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfiction #firstprince fic #autumn writes

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tailsbeth-writes · 6 months ago

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Finally getting round to this! Thank you for the tags @run-for-chamo-miles @seths-rogens @thighzp & @emmalostinwonderland 🫶🏻

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions

These are all RWRB fics ❤️🤍👑💙

First Lines:

I’ve missed this, I actually felt all warm and fuzzy when I opened up the email window. - Digital Love Letters

It was an accepted truth that Alex’s brain could be silenced by two things: Henry's lips on his and physical activity (which sometimes included Henry if he was lucky). - I could speak (or just let my body explain) - Collab with @run-for-chamo-miles so this is not the first line but it is mine.

Alex is annoyed at Henry. - You're going to be the death of me, babygirl.

‘Pez is wondering if we've decided on costumes for his party[...]' - Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?

Alex hadn't felt right since he woke up. - it's still reserved for me

Alex is seeing red. - i try hard to get back inside your arms alive

‘Baby, you're going to lose your gorgeous gay mind.’ - Mary & George & Henry

'Shaan, can you please put an appointment in my diary?' - Her Royal Highness

He was going to kill Alex. - Alex Vs Goodreads Trolls

Henry had made his royal ancestors proud and truly indulged. - a frightening magic I cling to

Analysis:

Well first of all, I like to put Alex through it apparently! Poor guy, I swear all my fics put that right and Henry gives him a cuddle at some point.

I'm a sucker for an in media res start, starting with dialogue is something that I got into at uni. If you're ever struggling with the start of your fic, cut off the top chunk and start mid action. Works almost every time!

I think number 2 is my fave, somehow managing to get a Pride and Prejudice reference in, even on an Alex POV. I do have plans for more Henry, so many WIPs...

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste @myheartalivewrites @duchessdepolignaca03 @suseagull04 @luainthewild @thesleepyskipper @sophie1973 @miss-minnelli @littlemisskittentoes & open tag as usual 🥰

#first line analysis #first lines tag #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #firstprince #tailsbeth writes

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rapunzelforlorn · 1 year ago

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Ep6

Nick is so brave introducing Charlie to his dad

Two more years of high school?? I thought Nick was like a junior

Seeing the style on Nick's face, meeting his dad already seems difficult but he wanted to tell him about Charlie so bad

Are they playing find Waldo?

I love that the boys & girls had the same reaction to E&T's kiss

Sneaking around the hotel 🙈

Issac looks left out 🥺

Everyone sneaking to smooch town

Charlie needs to listen to Nick

Ajayi is trying his charms

Faruk IS gay!!

Clocked him 👀👀👀

"You flirting with me?"

Oh, happy birthday Tara

Imogen being part of the gang makes me so happy

Isaac is in book heaven

Charlie's a little hoodie thief

"I'm just recharging" - Nick 💜

There's a lot of underage drinking for a relatively wholesome show

Why isn't Isaac with James???

Who the FUCK let Ben in?

Kiss the boy Isaac

Paris is so gay 🏳️‍🌈

Isaac??

Hey babe let's go to a party just to escape it and enjoy each other's company, that's Nick & Charlie's relationship

Harry is trying...I think genuinely

But I'm pissed Ben is there much his church ass out too

Tao is always a ham

Who is this sour ass, shaved head ass, biiiiitch bringing down the vibe of the party??? Uhh...kid 1 that's who! Not even relevant enough for a name

Ben's bitch ass shouldn't have been there

Nick is a boss! And bi, actually

Why did they ruin to the teachers and not the bathroom if she was gonna get sick

Not sure if I want to be carried or carry someone like Nick "strong man" Nelson

Sharing a bed, how scandalous 😏

The revenge of the hicky

Oh Nick is so sweet & innocent, despite the hicky allegations

Darcy is having a time

Teachers getting scandalous now too 🙈🙈

Ep7

Nick seems so bummed not noticing or maybe not talking to Charlie sooner about eating habits

Go Elle!!

Tao's mom is great we love supportive mothers

Nick's mom fucking ROASTING David

Tori better go to this dinner party too

Congrats Elle!

What's with the purple smog at Darcy's?

Isaac seems off

Will Ben just FUCK OFF!!!

No matching suits?? Outrageous!!

Darcy doesn't have a good home life did she 😒

Issac actually ACE?

Fucking slay Elle 😍😍😍

Tao is so bad with change

Clocked Isaac

So glad he met someone to explain it to him

Imogen is trying, really

Prom is tomorrow?!?!

Elle's art 💜💜

Tao maturing

Ben is stalking now???

Don't make us feel bad for Ben, fuck him

Oh so he's ALWAYS been a predator

I'm here for you "mate"

Tori in the house!!

Fuck David!!

GETTEM TORI!!!

NICK 🥺💜🥺💜

Stephane 👀 no, no Stephane

He's always got mom

Tori's about to go away for murder if David doesn't shut the fuck up

Charlie's mom cares, just wants him to do well

Nick is always so proactive with the Google machine

Oh Darc ☹️

Ep8

No way this man woke up and didn't have his phone on a charger

The (I'm bi, actually) ig post 💗💜💙

The ig comments 🤢

Everything's prefect except you aren't eating Charlie boy

And they were official T&E

Tara sending out the prom SOS

The squad rolling up

That's a waste of paint

Coach wingmate

Nick opening up to Tao about Charlie

Tao opening up to Nick 🥺

Charlie needs to open up

They look so good for prom!!

I miss prom

Charlie's little prom fantasy was so cute

Darcy needs some help

Isaac is also on the struggle bus

Elle's dad, is exactly what I hoped

She always looks stunning 🤩🤩

They all look so great!!

Why did Sahar bring a guitar?

I want to believe Henry is trying

The rugby mates for sure are trying

Nick giving Tara advice that's actually for himself too

Oh she's in the band

I wish my school put this much effort into prom

These high schoolers are having so much growth

Tori at prom too 🥳

"That night in Paris..."

"Next time 😉"

Is Imogen...bi?

Neither can dance? I doubt that

Oh no 😨 Tara went to Darcy's

Her mom's such a bitch!!!!!

Sit down at Nick's

SEVEN

Big group hug 💜

Poor Darcy 🥺

We love disasters

Playing pong with normal cups 😂

Isaac looks so much happier knowing who he is

Best Team Player 🏆

Charlie 😭😭

"Promise to tell me, if it ever gets that bad again? "

Just hold hands through it all 💜💜

"I love..."

Gets me everytime Charlie gets on his tippy toes to kiss Nick

Wait...have they not said I love you too each other??

What a cliff hanger!!

Were both ready for season 3 😁

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bumpkinspice0 · 1 year ago

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Recovery Time: Chapter 3

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4938

Summary: He says his name is Joel. You want to make him feel safe, so you share more of your home with him

Warnings: Eh, not really any in this one.

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Chapter 3: The Grand Tour

It’s been 3 days and you think he’s said maybe a total of 10 words to you— most of which were a quick thank you whenever it’s mealtime or a bandage change. At least he had manners. You don’t want to press or hover over him so you just let it be. He needs to recover anyway. Without anything to seemingly leave for anymore, he’s finally settled into the situation.

This morning was the first time he’d hobbled around anywhere other than to the bathroom across the hall. You’d been sleeping on the couch and woke up to him looking over the bookshelf next to you. Gus, of course, still sat at your side watching his every movement.

He grabs the collection of Henry David Thoreau works and turns to face you, arms heavy over his crutches, “Alright if I sit on the porch?”

You nod. He places the book in his teeth and awkwardly shuffles through the front door.

“Think he’ll run?” you ask Gus. He raises his eyebrows and huffs through his nose. The tell-tell sign he’s deeply annoyed. You can’t blame him, “Oh, you always say that.”

You fry up some eggs over the wood stove and debate bringing your breakfast out to eat with him but ultimately decide against it. You hadn’t eaten a meal together yet. Hell, you’d barely had a conversation.

Space. Give the poor guy some space.

He’s taken a seat on the bench swing, propping his bad leg up next to him. He seems startled when you bring out the plate of eggs and a cup of coffee.

“That coffee?” he asks, almost in amazement.

“The freshest around,” You place his breakfast on the side table next to him along with a few Tylenol. It was unfortunately the best you had to manage the pain, “I’m gonna… be working around the property. Holler if you need anything.”

“I—” he looks down at the plate like he’s wondering if today’s going to be the day you poison him. “Thank you, I will.” He nods and returns to his book.

You take a few steps off the porch when you hear him speak again.

“Joel.”

You pause and turn back to face him, “What?”

“Joel Miller.”

Did he just…oh.

You smile, “Nice to meet you, Joel Miller.”

_______

He’s southern, you can tell at least that much from his accent. The drawl on certain words. He’s called you ma’am a few times and that felt weird given the obvious age difference. He’s in his late forties if you’d have to guess from the gray in his hair and set lines on his face. You could always just ask him all this, of course, but instead your canning okra across the yard in the produce shed. He doesn’t strike you as someone who would be receptive to a round of 20 questions anyway.

Still, you can’t stop your mind from wandering to him. You hadn’t had anything new to think about in a while.

He’s from the QZ. Anyone who leaves the quarantine zones is killed… at least if they're caught. He came all the way out here for a trade deal, that’s what he claims anyway. If he was trying to get back inside he probably wasn’t Fedra. Good. A Firefly— maybe. Or just a smuggler.

For all you knew there weren’t Fireflies or Fedra anymore. All the info you had on them was at least 5 years old, and you only ever got it from passers-by. The Firefly resistants just blossomed in the last year or two when you were still out in the world. You’d traded with them a few times. They came to your settlement seeking medical aid. Just people unhappy with the status quo, that’s what they said anyway.

You hadn’t been to the city since the outbreak, and that was just fine with you.

You liked it out here. You belonged out here. Whatever small community your little settlement found all those years ago seemed leagues better than whatever was in the QZ. It seemed so long ago— everything you lost. What they took from you.

“Jesus Christ!” you hear a now familiar gruff voice exclaim from across the yard, followed by a bark from Gus. You run out of the shed and around to the front of the house. You round the porch to see a familiar orange and white cat rubbing up on Joel’s leg. You sigh, a little annoyed you rushed over here so fast for this.

“That’s Lilly,” You tell him, “She comes and goes as she pleases.”

“Damn thing snuck up on me,” He scratches his fingers along the cat’s back. Gus responds to the interaction with a growl. “I didn’t do anything,” Joel rolls his eyes at the dog.

Boys. They always fight, no matter what species.

“Gus, let’s be nice to our guest,” You reprimand him, coming to kneel in front of Joel. Lilly strolls over to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” He says curtly, almost annoyed, “Look… is there anything I can help with? Around the place, I mean.”

Oh, you weren’t expecting that.

“I don’t think you’re capable of too much.”

“I can hold my own,” He says in the same irritated tone.

“Ya know, most people these days would be happy to have a few days off.” You pick up the cat and sit back cross-legged. “Or at least let their bodies heal.”

“Not me.”

“Clearly.”

This wasn’t about healing. He didn’t want to sit around, you could tell. A man who’s always on the move, just like everyone else in the world. You sit too long and the anxiety sets in. The gravity of it all comes crashing down under the weight of your own thoughts— and he’d been alone in that bedroom for days now. If you’re moving, using your hands… you’re not thinking.

You really get it.

There isn’t any work you think he should be doing, but maybe instead of berating this already traumatized man, you could share a little something of yourself with him. Make him feel comfortable. Make him feel safe.

You sigh, setting the cat aside, “Tell you what, how about a tour? Get to know you’re unwilling prison and explore a little bit. If you're feeling up to it, of course. Get that blood pumping… whatever you have left of it anyway.”

“Ha.” He says flatly, expression not moving an inch.

“So is that a yes I’d love to, or…?”

He pauses, probably physically willing his eyes not to roll.

“Okay,” He grabs his crutches.

You hop off the porch, trailed by a hobbling broad man, an overly friendly cat, and an anxious border collie. Where do you start? You hadn’t shown anyone the property in… ever. It was always a secret. Art liked it that way. That’s what made it so safe. It was so different now from what he’d built— so you start with something you built.

“The gardens,” you enter between a row of onions, turning to face him while you walk backward, “Twelve rows of all of your dietary needs and wants with only a 4 to 6-month waiting period on the product.”

You’re putting on the dumbest commercial announcement voice you can manage. You think you see the ghost of a smile tug at his lips… just barely. You count it as a small victory.

“Looks dead.” He comments, probably noticing over half of the rows are bare. Mostly the greens section.

“If you wanted to see it in its full glory you should have gotten beat up at least a month earlier.” You turn, leaving the garden and heading for the first shed.

You think you catch the corner of his mouth tick up, just slightly, before you continue on your way.

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There’s chickens scurrying through the whole garden. You greet them all by specific names as he follows behind you. They don’t even move out of the way when he approaches, completely desensitized to human presence. He’s a little annoyed that he has to make the extra effort to avoid them while on crutches. At least he knows where the eggs came from now.

You’re standing in front of a shed on the other end of the garden. The dog behind him might as well be nipping at his heels to get him to move faster. He’s not used to these damn things. God, he already feels a little worn down just limping a few yards away from the house. Pathetic.

He tries to hide catching his breath when he finally makes it to your side at the shed.

“You good?” You ask him.

“Fine.” He brushes you off a little more harshly than he intended to. He looks at the overgrown faded red shed. A rotting plaque hangs above the large doorway. He reads it, “The Buck Shack?”

“Unfortunately, the name came with the place,” You scoff, pushing the barn door out of the way. “This is the more boring of the sheds. Not that sheds can be that exciting but...” you trailed off. He noticed you did that a lot.

He’s only noticed two other structures on the property. If the name and the smell of this one were anything to indicate, this was the game processing shed. Inside there were maybe 2 pheasants and a rabbit hanging on the wall. Tw empty hooks hang from the rafters, likely for hanging a deer. Concrete floor with a drain in the center, the floor long since stained with the blood of past kills.

A small smokehouse sat in the space with a rack lined sparsely with what he guessed was venison. He looks over at the large counter and sees an open drawer of cutting knives and immediately thinks how stupid you are for showing him this. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything to you, but he’s still a stranger at the end of the day. You don’t know anything about him and you’re showing him where all your sharp things are. Either you're threatening him a little or you're just that dumb. He can’t tell.

Rows of antlered skulls lined the perimeter of the inside. Trophies of hunts long past. “The Buck Shack.” He says again.

“Aptly named, though none of them are mine,” You smile and move over to the neighboring shed. This one is blue with no name apparently. The chicken coop rests in between the two.

He’ll admit, he’s a little more impressed with this one. There are full crates of vegetables on one side and shelves of stacked canned ones on the other. There are literal full garbage cans of apples and potatoes sitting in the corner. The things people would do to get their hands on a place like this. No wonder you’ve been doing so well out here.

“And here’s the rest of the garden.” You smile proudly.

Bill would like you, he decides.

“Damn,” is all he says, limping into the space. “You grew all these? No trading?”

“Traded to get some of the original seeds,” you say, pushing a few more full bags of carrots and beets out of the way, “But that was a long time ago.”

He hobbles back outside and notices the rain barrels placed at the corners of each shed and a hose coiled up next to them. So you used rainwater for the plants but what about the house?

He follows you around the overgrown cabin and gets his answer. You had your own damn water reservoir. A massive corrugated steel tank just up the hill from the house. He’d helped install something like it in some ranch fields back when the world was still whole. It held maybe 5,000 gallons if he had to guess. It sat on the hill just high enough for any pipes to get flow from it. That’s how your plumbing worked out here with no power— You had yourself a little water tower. Gravity did the work for you.

“How long did that take to set up?” He asks, gesturing his head towards the holding tank.

You smile, likely a little proud of yourself, “About a year to get it figured out. The tank was already up there when I got here so that made it easy. Getting the pipes though, was rough. But I had more help back then.”

“And filling it?”

“A manual pump another few more yards up the hill. Go up there for about an hour each week.” You kick one of the half-full barrels at the corner of the house. “It’s a workout. Maybe you can do it in a few weeks and see.”

“Maybe.” Joel scoffs. A hand-pumped well. Was there anything here that you didn’t have to do manually? He turns and notices two cellar doors on the edge of the house. “What about down there?” He nods towards them.

“Oh, this is where I keep the bodies,” You answer just a little too quickly, tapping your foot over the rickety wooden doors. He knows it's a joke, a bad one, but he doesn’t laugh. You roll your eyes and swing the doors open, “Come on, I’ll show you.”

You quickly walk down the steps and he slowly follows, taking each step cautiously. He really hates crutches.

Daylight streams in from above just enough to dimly light the little space. It’s dry storage, just like he suspected. Beans, rice, and some dwindling cans of some grocery store items he recognizes. And a few other fun treats of yours that look to be homemade.

“Wine?” He raises a brow, looking at the shelf of deep red bottles lining the far corner.

“Chokecherry wine.” You confirm, “Had some spare time in the summer a few years ago. Found a bush and a recipe in an old cookbook and decided what the hell.”

“Any good?”

“Absolutely terrible, but it’ll get ya drunk,” You turn and gesture to the other mismatched bottles and jugs that fill the space. “We have maple syrup, some vinegar still, salt, whiskey, acorn flour—”

“Why are you showing me all this?” It comes out harsher than he wanted. He feels cornered, suddenly overwhelmed with it all. Is this all really here? Were you? The realization hits him like a freight train— This place was a fantasy. This couldn’t be real.

A look of pain lightly marks your features. He’s immediately regretful, thinking he’s offended you in some way.

“I just wanted you to…” You trail off softly, crossing your arms and looking away. “This isn’t a prison, Joel. It’s not a death camp either. It’s a home. It’s… safe here.”

The second realization washes over him like a soft wave, warm and assuring. You were showing him your home and in doing so, showing him he was safe. That everything was okay. That you could take care of him… easily. You genuinely wanted to put him at ease with it all. His chest tightens at the thought.

“I’m sorry, I just—” He groaned, looking away as well. “You’ve done somethin’ special here, and it’s amazin’ but it’s… just a lot.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—”

“No,” He cuts you off, “Don’t apologize. I’m grateful, I am, but–” he feels like an absolute ass. He’s been an ass to you, even after everything you’d done. “It’s a lot.”

“It’s okay Joel,” You smile sweetly, somehow forgetting how cold he’s been. He follows you out of the cellar silently like an embarrassed child.

You’re almost wholly self-sustained here. A marvel in every way. Christ, you even had a freaking wine cellar.

Yeah, Bill would really like you.

The thought of it makes Joel realize the one thing he hasn’t seen on this little tour. One very crucial thing.

“Where’s your fence?”

You raise a brow, “What, for livestock? I don’t think I—”

“No, for people,” Joel is suddenly on edge about this little paradise, “For keepin’ people out.”

You pause, a small wave of… something passing over your face. Realization maybe? Pain? “I don’t need to keep people out.”

“What?” His hands tense on the crutches.

“Joel, you’re the first person that’s made it this far in years.” There’s an emphasis in your statement but it doesn’t ebb any of his newfound worries. “Do you know how deep we are into the woods?”

He thinks, trying desperately to remember which direction he started walking once he was done with the smugglers, all banged up and battered with even more death on his conscience and blood on his hands. He thinks it was north but he can’t be sure anymore. It’s all a blur now. He has no idea how far he walked, how many days it was— nothing.

“No.” He simply says.

“We’re safe, I promise,” you attempt to assure him. You smile and gesture to something further over to the edge of the property. He follows you, stopping right next to a massive flowering bush.

“Lilac?” He says, recognizing the pale purple flowers. They’re fading and spotting in brown, but still smell like summer. A sweet scent he doesn’t think he’s smelled in years. It lifts his spirits, just for a moment.

“Planted them and a few other things all along the border.” You gently cradle one of the bundles of flowers, “These are my wall. You can barely see the house from a distance, what with all the overgrowth on the walls and roof. We’re safe.”

He wants to believe you. He desperately does but he can’t bring himself to. While what you did here was truly something, you were being incredibly naïve thinking these were enough. Flowers to protect you from the world out there? Completely foolish.

Then he thinks about what you said earlier. He’s the first person that has come here in years. Years?

“Who else you got out here?” he asks, cautiously. He’s seen no proof of anyone else but this can’t all just be you running this place like a well-oiled machine.

“You’re looking at the full crew here,” you scratch the dog's ears next to you.

“Traders come over?”

“Nope.”

“Just you?”

“And Gus. Well, you met Lily earlier. She counts too.”

“How long have you been up here? Alone?”

You pause as if trying actually to recall the number. Time loses so much meaning these days. Or maybe you're embarrassed to say. You eventually answer.

“Five years.”

______

The day slowly rolls into the evening and neither of you has interacted much since the tour. He was clearly exhausted from limping around the property by the end, so you insisted he lay down for a nap. After some heavy convincing, he eventually relented. A stubborn man, but not a completely dumb one.

You admittedly feel a little embarrassed from earlier. Strolling him around like a child showing off a school project. You wanted him to feel secure and form a little more trust— but you think you just ended up making him uncomfortable in the end.

Have you really been here 5 years? It was probably so obvious to everyone but you— Your unwanted social isolation. It was this or scrounging for scraps and being worked like a dog in the QZ, at least that’s what people told you. Being cooped up and monitored like animals. You know what choice you’d make ten times out of ten.

Still, your predicament was a weird one. You saw the shock in his face when you revealed it. Or maybe it was disgust? Or pity? Maybe all three. Either way, it all ended there and you went back to canning and he retreated to the house.

The sun was setting now, signaling it was time to head in for the evening but you didn’t want to. You don’t want to face him or the potential of a million questions about your strange little life here all by yourself. Now you know how he probably feels. You were so eager earlier, but now… now you just feel like an idiot.

Eventually, you of course work up the courage to walk back into your house, Gus sitting lazily by the door waiting for you. It was the first time you hadn’t seen him watching Joel’s every movement like a hawk. You guess you all made some progress today.

The bedroom door is closed when you enter the house, with Joel nowhere in sight.

You brought in a pheasant for dinner. Stoking the wood stove, you start to chop up any vegetables you’re afraid will go bad— A head of broccoli and some wilting spinach. You place the prepared pheasant in a broiler pot and feed its leftover bits to Gus, as usual.

“Gizzards and guts. Your favorite,” You scratch the dog's ear. Upon hearing Gus’s obnoxious slobbering, Lilly comes strolling down the hall. You hadn’t seen her since this afternoon, “Decided to stay for the evening, princess? Or you just want a free meal?”

You grab a small chunk of meat from Gus’s bowl and toss it her way. This was your usual night. Alone at the kitchen counter with your strange little family— your whole world.

You hear the bedroom door creak open and uneven footsteps clomp down the hall.

Joel takes a seat at the small bar counter opposite you and you instantly feel put on the spot. Like you’re an insect being observed.

What’s the strange hermit woman doing now?

“How’d you rest?” you passively start the conversation as you place the broccoli into its own roasting pan.

“Fine.” He answers bluntly, staring down at his fingers as he picks his nails. You wonder if he feels like he has to interact with you now. If he’s doing this out of pity or obligation. “Your place is… really nice.”

Mmm, enthralling conversation.

“Thank you.” You say, mindlessly stirring the vegetables around.

A pause.

“Did you find it or a family thing or—”

“Family friend.” You answer, “Well… friend-ish.”

His brows knit together, “Friend-ish?”

Does he really want to know? You tell him anyway. You hadn’t just talked to someone in so long.

“His name was Art. Most crotchety mean old man you’d ever meet.” You smile, remembering his wrinkled face, “My dad was his only friend. He tolerated me. They were the town doctors.”

“What town?” His interest is peaked.

“West Lake. Used to be about 7 miles north from here.” You point in the general direction, “Used to be a town of probably no more than a thousand people. Quiet place.”

“That’s where you’re from?”

“I used to be.” You confirm.

Then more bloated silence. You’ve shared so much of yourself with him now and he’s said nothing. You only just learned his name today. He opened up on his terms, and that was fine. It just felt so strange when you were an open book.

You don’t like this. You don’t like your every move being watched or like you’re stepping on pins and needles in your own home. Is this how it used to be? No, surely not. Something about him though. It sets you on edge.

“I’m sorry.” He finally says. Oh? You turn around to face him. “About earlier. How I’ve been actin’. I’m not… used to this. To bein’ taken care of. It’s usually the other way around.”

“I can tell.” You fucking idiot.

“You made something special here,” He continues as if you’d said nothing, “I just… I don’t know what to do with myself. I wanna be useful.”

Right on cue, Lilly jumps on the counter and rubs against his forearm. He reciprocates with a passive head scratch and an irritated sigh.

“You are useful,” You smile, “You’re keeping Lilly company.”

“Damn thing wouldn’t leave me alone.” He looks at the cat with endearment in his eyes, but his overall expression remains sullen. He seemed to always look that way.

“Well at least one of them likes you,” You both turn to Gus sitting idly next to the counter, eyes once again glued to Joel.

“I don’t blame him,” Joel returns Gus’s pointed look.

You feel a fraction of the tension melt off. Just a little. He was getting comfortable here. Good. If he was comfortable then so were you.

Dinner passes in relative silence, as to be expected for your first official meal together. This wasn’t a first date or anything. Just a meal between two temporary housemates. He didn’t need to share his whole life story with you and you didn’t need to share any more of yours.

You take his empty plate and stack it on yours.

“So, I have to change your bandages again.” You say it almost like a question. Like you’re asking permission.

He looks at you with a slightly puzzled expression, “Alright.” He simply says with a nod.

You drop the dishes in the kitchen and return with some new gauze and a bowl of hot water. He takes the hint and removes his shirt before you can even ask. His movements are slow and pained, not that you mind watching him for just a little longer.

He leans over the table while you scoot a chair over and begin your work. He flinches as you remove his crusted-over old bandages. The area around the wound was tender and red, but no signs of infection. Good.

You start to gently clean it.

“What were you… before it all?” You start the small talk up again. Something easy.

“General contractor,” he answers, “You?”

“Nurse.”

“I never would have guessed.”

You pause… was that a joke? Well, at least he’s loosening up.

You smile to yourself. “Only worked in the hospital for about a year before it hit. Ended up getting more medical practice after the world ended.”

“Ain’t that a bitch.” You swear you can hear an amused smile in his voice. He was getting comfortable around you. Just the simple thought of it warms your heart— just a little.

“You still building stuff in the QZ?”

He lets the question linger but eventually answers. “Not really.”

There was something there. You shouldn’t pry more but you go on anyway, “Are you a firefly, or—”

“No.” He answers curtly, “A smuggler but at the end of the day I’m… not really anything.”

Not really anything, huh? That didn’t seem true from what little you know about him. Still, you don’t push it anymore. Maybe he’ll tell you all about it in due time. When he’s ready.

This time he asks the question first.

“What’s that?” He nods his head toward the corner— toward Art’s old guitar.

“A decoration, mostly.” You answer, wiping the area around his wound dry.

“You don’t play?”

“God no,” you snort, “I’ve plucked around on it a few times but it’s not my thing. Missing a few strings now anyway.”

“You can do plenty with a few strings.” He stares at it, almost mesmerized. A guitar was a rare thing now, you suppose.

“There’s a few changes of strings in the drawer next to it,” You inform him, “Art kept backups for everything. I never knew how to change them myself so I just left it be. Just thought I’d break it.”

He doesn’t say anything else but you can see the gears in his head turning. So he plays. He’s found something here he can actually do. Something he can hopefully enjoy. Good.

You finish taping his bandages down and give him a pat on the knee, “Okay, you’re good to go.”

He grunts what you can only assume to be a thank you and rolls his shirt back on. You made progress today. Gaining trust and giving some in return. Learning a little bit more about one another. You didn’t need a life story but feeling more comfortable around each other would be nice. At least if he was going to stay here for a while.

A selfish part of you hopes he does. That he stays as long as he can. Then you could finally have someone. Not even in a romantic sense but just… someone. Anyone. And the other, more logical part of you, knows he’ll probably be gone the second he can bear to put any weight on that foot.

He had a life he had to get back to. People who probably needed him. What’s that name he called you? Tess. He could be a husband and father for all you knew. But then again, you feel like he would have mentioned that by now. You’re sure you’ll find out one way or another. You’ll learn who Joel Miller is, eventually. For now, though, you’ll keep doing what you’ve always been doing.

Taking it one day at a time.

You get up to walk to your place on the couch, an old fantasy book waiting on the coffee table for you.

“There isn’t another bedroom in here, is there?” He asks.

“Just the one.” You answer, fluffing out the quilt over the couch.

“Okay,” he limps towards you, “I’ll sleep out here.”

“Joel, it’s fine you don’t have to—“

He gently grabs your wrist and you instantly feel every hair on your body stand up.

“You give too much. I won’t take your bed too. It’s your house. Sleep in your bed.”

Not wanting to argue, and admittedly wanting to sleep on a mattress again, you silently retreat back to your bedroom. The sheets smell like him. You don’t entirely mind. If anything just because it was something different. Something new.

This was all going to be new.

______

You wake up the next morning and find Art’s guitar re-strung and tuned to perfection— Joel fast asleep next to it.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #tlou #the last of us #recovery time

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sgt-scottymoreau · 2 months ago

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And so it all started

Summary: Young Henri is impatient to know if he will be accepted to L'École militaire royal and finally be a pilot.

Warning: None

Words: 1k // Masterlist

A/N: First part of I don't know many yet. Happiness in hardship is the story of Scotty's father, Henri. There's many parts in his life that I want to write for fun and because I think they are important to him (some that I probably mention way to often *cough*losinghisbestfriend*cough*) I want to explore more than talking a little bit about here and there. I need the emotions to be more than a two sentence thing. Enjoy! A/N2: I had to do some good research about how all this worked, but also this story take place in the 80-90s so finding information on the school at that time was something. Military service was mandatory till 1992 and before, I don't remember the year, it was indeed 4 years at the school. Now it's 5.

He was looking by the window. Impatiently waiting for the mailman to arrive and deliver today’s letters. It was the last day, last chance, his last hope to have an answer. His mother called him to the kitchen for some help. Reluctantly, Henri walked to the room, his gaze never letting go of the window till it was completely out of sight. The woman pointed out the container that was too high for her reach. The young man tiptoed to grab it… The doorbell rang. Henri almost dropped the container, awkwardly threw it at his mom and he ran to the entrance. The poor woman barely had the time to catch the object and yell at her son. This was no way to help!

That was it! He opened the door. Finally he will have -

“Grandpa.” He said in a monotone voice, his smile dropping to a disappointment.

“What’s the long face, kid? Not happy to see me?” The old man passed him and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Supporting himself on his cane, he made his way to the living room.

Henri rolled his eyes. Of course he was happy to see him, but he was really hoping for someone else. “Mom didn’t say you were coming. What’s the surprise?”

“For good luck.” Henri raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, I woke up this morning feeling like something good is going to happen.”

“Oh Mr. Moreau, you know your grandson doesn’t believe in this.” After some quick greeting formality, the woman left and came back with coffee and biscuits. This was the least she could offer her guest. Henri sat on the couch opposite of his elders. As they spoke about everything and nothing, his mind didn’t listen to anything. He fidgeted with his fingers, his leg was restlessly bouncing, his eyes followed the balance of the pendulum. Any minute now. What could have happened? Why was the mailman so late, him who was always on time! Or maybe it was Henri who had lost any sense of space and time because he couldn't wait anymore.

The phone rang. Another distraction. Henri got up to answer as he noticed that the other two were still deep in conversation. To his surprise it was Didier. “Hey! You got your letter?”

“No.” Henri groaned. “I’m still waiting… You?”

“I’m just gonna say, I hope you get accepted because school is going to be boring without my brother!”

“You are in? That’s amazing! Fuck where is my damn letter!”

“Henri! Watch your language!” His mom shouted from the other room.

“Hey kid. Seems like the mailman is there.”

Henri didn’t even say a thing to his friend. He hung up quickly, the handset slipped away from the holder. The young man ran to the mailbox, fought to open it under the adrenaline. A bunch of mail, bills, unimportant papers and… He saw the logo in the corner first. The ERM. He ran back inside. In the living room, his grand-father and mother watched intrigued as well to know the result. Henri was shaking, he flipped the envelope in all directions as if his mind had forgotten how it worked for a moment. Carefully, he opened it. His eyes skipped the usual superfluous text at the beginning. All he was looking for was one little word. But it was hidden between lines and words made out from all the most professional structure. He mumbled the text as fast as he read.

“In light of your result, you are officially accepted at L’École royale militaire! YES! I’m accepted! MOM! I PASSED!”

He scooped her in a hug, spinning her around. She weighed nothing to him. This was everything! His life will change and for the better. The older man pushed himself up with his cane and hugged his grandson. He was very proud of him! “Sure I can’t change your mind?”

“No grandpa. I get seasick, navy would have been the worst! Anyway, I applied to be a pilot, can’t change this.”

“Well let me pray for all those poor soldiers' souls if you and that friend of yours are in the same transport. Menaces of the sky.” He patted his back. Henri laughed at the teasing.

The terrible beeping noise of his alarm rang in his room. In a second, it stopped. The truth was, Henri hadn’t been up for an hour now. He had barely slept last night and when the early ray of the sun showed in the sky he was already getting ready. But it was still too early so he spent the rest of the morning in his room till his alarm went off. This was his cue to move on with the day and make everyone proud. Which he did a few weeks prior when his letter came in. Today was different; it made it even more official as he would be moving to the boarding school. Tomorrow was the first day of a new life, to four years of giving his best and being the best. Henri knew that as much as he made it sound like it was great, it wasn’t as much. He knew what it implied to follow the path of military life. His grandfather had told him enough stories about his glorious days in the navy that he could imagine how it was. Yet, after years of long discussion with his mother, the sleepless night of worry about the future, this felt like his best opportunity. He never truly knew what to do with his life, money had always been a concern and achieving higher study felt like a dream. In a way, he might have fallen for the false promises, but he could get some higher education for free. Not that the regular one costs much in general, but with the money struggle at home… The way he saw it, if after his seven mandatory years in the army he didn’t want to be part of it anymore, he would have more open doors in civil life with his diploma. This was a problem for future him, now he had to go pack the car and make his way to school.

#call of duty fic #cod fanfic #cod oc #oc:henri moreau #series: happiness in hardship #oc:didier #I guess at this point this man can get his own tag as well because he is important in this series

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theadventurerslog · 6 months ago

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Quest For Glory 1: So You Want to Be a Hero | Part 4

The Adventurer's Log

Okay! It was back to Erasmus' place, now with hopefully all of the spells he wants me to have. I still wanted to tackle the bear and kobold situation but sleeping at Henry's didn't fully restore me. I had healing potions, but no magic potions and they're all expensive for my poor wallet. And I'm stingy with items.

SO, Erasmus, along with a quick stop to do stable work for more money.

I went the wrong way but to my benefit! I ran into a frost giant who wanted to fight or bargain. Obviously I was not going to fight and opted to bargain. He wanted fruit, lots of fruit, in return for a shiny gem. Aha! Gem for the skull!

So, I detoured from Erasmus to go back to town to buy more apples. I had ten at this point. Ten can be bought at a time and I bumped myself up to 60. He took 50. Gem acquired!

I wasn't going back to Baba Yaga yet though. Now it was time for Erasmus for real.

Trigger was the last spell I needed and he offered to play Mage's Maze and if I won I would earn the Dazzle spell.

I took one faintly horrified and not-so-faintly confused look at this and fled to the game manual.

By using spells you need to direct your little critter to the end before your opponent does. Your stubborn little critter with a mind of its own... I ran of out MP anyway, and gave up, so I really needed a proper night's sleep for this too...

I spent the day grinding what bit I could with rests. I just wanted to sleep but it won't let you during the day. I ran around and ended up at Baba Yaga's after all, so I dropped off the gem.

"Yeccchhh! Is that what you look like???" Thanks, bud.

I also stopped by Bruno again and paid him for information about how to enter Baba Yaga's hut... which I could have asked the skull about, it was too late now. Anyway, you need to recite, "Hut of brown, now sit down." Good for later.

I was finally able to rest. A new day! I decided to give the kobold situation a go again since I was already really close at Erana's Peace. It...didn't go well. I was able to get by the ogre outside and the bear inside with a calm spell.

But the kobold kept slaughtering me...

So it was grinding day for magic and money. Which is kind of hard to do when you burn through MP fast and it's slow to regenerate. And you don't have enough money for magic potions.

Stats and spells and money went up a bit anyway!

The stat/spells cap is 100. So Magic is getting there.

I decided to give the kobold cave another go. I failed the first time... But on my second try I decided to try defeating the ogre instead of calming it and was able to do that! He had a chest with a bunch of silver and 1 gold. Money! I went from 58 silver to 101.

Fighting the kobold just wasn't working for me unfortunately, or so I thought, because I wanted the chest in there. However, Fetch worked for snagging his magic key. It took a few tries and each failed attempt woke him up but running to the previous screen and back would put him back to his sleep or trance or whatever.

I used the key on the bear's chain and...

And there's the missing baronet, Barnard.

He was better as a bear... Bring back Bearnard. Bring back Bearnard.

Before I left I wondered if I could cast open on the chest, flee before he zapped me, then come back to grab the money. It worked! The chest is booby trapped and will explode, but casting at a distance worked. The kobold did wake up but leaving and coming back made him sleep again. I just circled around and scooped my riches! I wonder if I could Fetched the money.

And then it was time to get back to the castle to get my reward for saving Barnard.

I got some fanfare.

I met the Baron.

The baron was feeling more hopeful about the curse being lifted now too. He made Barnard show his appreciation as well.

Better as a beaaar.

And if I could solve this bandit problem he'd bestow the title of 'Hero of Spielburg' upon me.

I got to have dinner with them and a good sleep in the castle. Then I was all rested up and refreshed and ready to go the next morning. 61 gold! 161 silver!

...Except my MP. That was still half gone whyyy.

The healer had undead unguent for 100 silver and I knew I'd need that later, so I went to go get that. I also bought a healing potion and 3 magic potions. That all brought me down to 45 gold and 1 silver. Still way richer than I was!

Current goals now:

Mage's Maze with Erasmus... If I must... I wonder if the dazzle spell is worth it...

Visit Baba Yaga

Find fairy dust - I need to visit the magic mushroom ring at night

I think that's it before getting onto the main goal of solving the brigand problems and lifting the curse from the land.

I went do the Mage Maze game... and I succeeded first try this time! Somehow! All my complaining and whining worked! I was elated!

And then disaster. I reloaded a save instead of saving by accident. I was so upset.

It took a couple more tries to win with a reload and instead of just the one magic potion I'd used that first successful try, I kept running out of MP and ended up using ALL THREE. Those weren't cheap... I got Dazzle anyway. Yay... I went to go buy one more magic potion, so I'd at least have one. While sulking.

It was finally time to see Baba Yaga. I had the rhyme--"Hut of brown, now sit down."--to bring her house down...

On my head because if you go under it and use the rhyme, it will obviously sit on you.

I had to do it at least once.

Then I did it properly and entered. All was quiet...

Even friendly!

As soon as I stepped in fully however, Baba Yaga appeared and didn't take kindly to my presence.

She froze me in place then turned me into a frog. With a spell she apparently learned from Erasmus. THANKS Erasmus.

She was ready to cook me up, but gave me a chance in asking my name, to which only attempted croaks could be made. Then asked if I was brave as she had need for a brave fool.

To which I failed to answer in time. The parser wasn't coming up!

And died.

But that's okay since it meant seeing another death.

Once I tried again it was all okay and she explained that she wanted a mandrake plant from the graveyard. It has to be picked at midnight. I agreed and she further stipulated that I had to return with it before the break of the next day. Then she released me and I was briefly a cute little frog outside before she turned me back.

I checked the time and sunset was approaching.

I had another task to do at night and that was get fairy dust, so now was the time to kill two birds with one stone while I had time to kill waiting for midnight. I made my way back to the mushroom ring and fought a couple things along the way. I didn't have long before night fell.

The fairies were there. They wanted me to dance.

And were very demanding about it. "Dance!" "Dance!" "Dance!" So Cinder danced. And danced.

Until I was finally released. I asked for fairy dust and because I danced for them, after a lot of squabbling with each other they agreed and had one of them give some to me.

Then to the graveyard, which was actually quite close by.

And it's scary!

Because of course there's undead. There was a ghost floating around in the screen below too and I don't know if it would have attacked but it was nerve wracking.

There's stronger monsters at night too, so I was hesitant to wander too much but I did have time to kill...

Scary stronger monsters like a cheetaur:

I just ran. Cheetaur claws are something the healer will buy but I was scared!

And after a little nervous pacing around midnight fell and I went into the graveyard. I used the undead unguent and was able to safely pick the mandrake.

I brought it back to Baba Yaga. It was the final ingredient for her grand creation...

Delicious...

And my reward was... to be left alive and released. And more points!

I ran for Erana's Peace to sleep. The town gates are closed at night or I would have just gone to the inn this time. I almost encountered another cheetaur, but I was running.

I also brought the fairy dust to the healer. That was the last ingredient needed for the dispel potion so she set to work on that but it would take some time which left me more time to kill.

Next time I'll maybe pop by the stable for more work. And I'll pop back into town as well. I haven't really done much there lately. I'm waiting for that potion and then I'm ready to figure out how to tackle going after the brigands at last.

#quest for glory #QFG 1 #QFG_1_Log #sierra #adventure games

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