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18, 20, and 28 for the identity meme 😌💚

18) what’s your patronus?Probably a horse, or a dog, because I’m really hyper and jumpy and enthusiastic when I’m around my friend soo20) would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?They’re all kinda violent places to live, so I’m not sure :/

28) on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?It’s weird, because it’s really easy just depending on what someone says. Like if someone knows what upsets me and they use it against me, I’m done, I’ll just start crying

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Shang, Mulan, Pabu, Isla, Bolin, Korra, Mako. 

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probend-or-nobend replied to your post: If I had one night alone with you…I’d make you tea and then I’d make love to you, nothing harsh, just love. and then we’d cuddle and I’d make you a lovely braid.

AWWW HOW CUTE. I would do the same, but without the… you know, part, hehehe c:

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Modern!AU|Part One (Untitled)

Texas Peyton… Texas Peyton… Texas. Just Texas. Yes, Texas was good. Peyton reminded him too much of his deadbeat father; his father who had abandoned him at a young age. He hated him – even more so when he knew that his mother didn’t care too much to have him around because he reminded her of his father. Texas left the family home as soon as he could. It wasn’t much of a family anyway because he never felt as included into the brood as much as his siblings did. They weren’t his full siblings, they had a different father from him – but it didn’t mean he would have loved them any differently. The three younger ones – his brothers, well he loved them to death. He believed that he was the reason the triplets were as mischievous as him. But his sister, the only daughter, she didn’t seem so happy to be around Texas. That was why he called her Flames. A mop of red curls as bright as fire – but with a personality that would burn you if you got too close. Texas grumbled in the thoughts of the seventeen year old – she was so younger than him and yet she still thought she was better than him just because of the wealth her parents had. Yet he couldn’t admit he was jealous of the bond that Fergus had with Merida and her brothers – Fergus being Texas’s stepfather. His eyes left the dog tag around his neck, that stated his name and he groaned as he moved it back underneath his t-shirt. Why did he have to be returning back from the army? Sure he was safe and survived – but he was more than certain that the reception he would gain from his family would be anything less than pleasant – especially from Flames – or even their mother herself. Texas crossed his arms over his chest as he moved his head back and glanced over towards the sight before him – the house. The house he wasn’t too interested in going inside – not yet.

“Maybe later.” He spoke, throwing his bag back around his shoulder as he decided to know where to go. There was one place he could go. He knew that at this time in the day his sister wouldn’t be home – and maybe her reception of his return would give indication of what his mother would be like. Texas decided to head to the school he knew that Merida attended. He was already regretting this. Why should he be the one to reach out, exactly? He had been the one that sent the many unread letters. If they were read… the letters they never bothered to reply to.

On his way his mind went through the people he knew. When he left he didn’t get much of a send off. It was just him going off to the army – to maybe even give his life for this country – and no one seemed to even care. Texas wouldn’t let it show that it bothered him. He wasn’t one to let his emotions come through in what he did. He wasn’t going to show that he cared about them – about Merida and her brothers, of her father and even their mother. Even if their mother was careless, she loved her family - she just didn’t want the reminder of the past. The thing that she regretted – that ended with her having him. He never had anyone in his life to live for. No love, hardly a family. He would grunt and say ‘love, what is it good for?’ and yet he wanted it. Deep down he wanted something more than just his dog Sawyer to love and live for. He ran his hand over his eyes and grumbled once more. This was going to be such a day – he could feel he was going soft already and he hadn’t even set his eyes on that red haired firecracker. The school Merida attended was a sports institute. From a young age Merida showed a keen interest in her father’s hobby of archery. Of course, Merida being Merida would always obsess and her hobby became what she wanted to perfect and be the best in. Unfortunately for his sister – archery wasn’t something in the institute she could do in her apprenticeship – and therefore she had to do basketball. She would be able to take her archery in between her basketball scholarship – but he knew, Texas knew, archery was where her heart lied – and sometimes he felt the institute was just a waste of money. She may have gotten quite good at basketball, but she wasn’t doing what she loved.

Coming up to the grandeur building Texas couldn’t believe he was back again. He used to be sent here every night to pick up Merida after the day had ended. It wasn’t the case anymore, Merida had graduated to the next level and she had to live in apartments set up by the school with some other students. Texas had been gone nearly a year – he didn’t know how life had changed for Merida – maybe she wasn’t the stubborn, selfish little girl he remembered her to be – maybe she had changed? He should be so lucky though – right?

The lad looked up at the building as a grumble was rumbling in the base of his throat. He pushed him forward, looking around the masses of students running around to place to place – from class to class. He had almost forgotten how much he missed the atmosphere and the many pushy students. Rolling eyes he made his way towards the basketball courts in hope that maybe he’d find the blue eyed lass there. He doubted that she would be pleased to see him though. He may have acted like his sister was frustrating and they weren’t close – that didn’t mean that he didn’t love her. She was still his kin. Shoving the big doors, they swung and slammed behind him and he groaned, closing his eyes. Perfect, announce his entrance flamboyantly. How he hated that he could be so stupid and careless at times. “Whoa!” a call came and Texas raised an eyebrow as he looked up to see a team practising. He raised his arm and checked his watch – the time ticking away – so this would be practise – not an actual match. So there was no promise of Merida being here after all. He shrugged his shoulders and moved to the bleachers. Sitting down, his eyes followed the five people practising and he could remember them – most of them.

Bolin – he was the first he saw and the first he remembered. Bolin was the brother of that guy that Merida had been seeing. He remembered because Bolin had been the one that Merida was telling him about the last time they properly talked. How Bolin would always be there for her – even after she had left his brother Mako. No one actually knew if it was Mako that had left Merida – or if it was an amicable break up though. The redhead wouldn’t have been the type to let anyone think she had been dumped. It was funny actually – Texas had recalled the many times Merida and their mother argued over boys and how Merida didn’t want to fall in love. That was most likely why she had that fling with Mako – because she called it just a fling.

Anyway, the noise that had screeched when Texas arrived came from the basketball player. Bolin was practising with a dark skinned girl with brown hair. The girl had passed the basketball and almost made Bolin move backwards – it was a good thing, Texas guessed, that Bolin was built like a mountain. The boy knew Texas though – they knew each other pretty well. It was Bolin that gave Texas stories about Merida that just sort of made his sister seem – well human. He hadn’t seen the side of Merida in Bolin’s tales. Then again, she never gave Texas the time of day to get to see that side of her.

“Come on, Korra!” Bolin mused, his big green eyes batting at the newcomer. Texas hadn’t met her before – she must have been new on their team, he guessed. She seemed strong though. Fast and agile – this girl must have been an asset to the Falkirk Fire Ferrets. The Fire Ferrets, as they called themselves, were the basketball team that Bolin and Merida (along with whoever was on their little team at the time) had come up with. Falkirk for being the city in Scotland that their new apartment resided in, Texas wondered what Bolin would have been like living with Merida. He also wondered if Mako still lived with Bolin – that would have been awkward for his sister. “Yo, Bolin.” Texas nodded his head and the boy currently with the ball stared at him. His smile grew, the basketball suddenly being thrown through the air and towards Korra. Bolin rushed over, happily grasping Texas in a bone crushing hug – Texas choked, before patting the boy on the back. “Good to see you too.” It was funny actually – out of everyone Texas knew, even though they lived in Scotland, only Merida really had the strong accent. Texas moved out as quickly as he could – he never always stayed in Scotland growing up either. His father would come now and again, take him away, then drop him back when he couldn’t be bothered – which happened often. This was why Texas just said that his father abandoned him.

Bolin and his brother were most certainly not from Scotland. Texas could recall them saying something about Republic City – but they were orphaned at a young age. Texas remembered that Mako and Bolin went from foster home to foster home but they never took to the families. As soon as Mako came of age he took guardianship of his brother and he’s been providing for him ever since. He worked at a factory of sorts – but Texas remembered Bolin saying how his brother wanted to work for the police. This made Texas snort a little actually, someone actually wanting to be a cop – especially someone like Mako. “Nice to see you too.” A chuckle erupted from Texas’s throat as he glanced around. “So, you’ve not seen the bane of my existence?” Bolin must have known who he meant – being around Texas for as much as he had done, Bolin had come to understand the many nicknames (if you could call them that) that he held for his sister. Bolin nudged his head to a direction. As Texas turned to gaze to what he expected to see a redhead, he instead, saw the orange coloured basketball flying in his direction.

CRASH.

“Whit. The. Hell?” The voice was shrill, arms crossed over her chest. Merida had to admit that this was the last thing she expected to come across at the moment. She knew she should have gone to her archery class instead of the practise with the rest of the team. Her blue eyes stared upon Texas as she arched her eyebrows with a look of defeat – she was most certainly not happy now. “When did ye get back?” Her arms stayed harshly pressed against her chest, her fingers pressing into her skin, digging her nails – she didn’t care much for the pain it caused – as long as she could keep her glare at her brother. “Nice to see you too, Flames.” He spoke, his fingers pressed against his nose with a squeeze. She guessed that Texas was checking that his sister hadn’t broken his nose. It didn’t seem as if she had. Pity that. She rolled her eyes glancing between Korra and Bolin before growling, throwing her head back and looking away from them. The shame was that Merida and Texas had a lot in common with their mannerisms. If they took the time to notice – they would have come to the conclusion that Merida took her habits most likely from Texas. “Why’d ye come back fer?” The redhead asked her question but didn’t stick around long enough to even ask, she stormed quickly on her feet, the heels of her trainers, bashing her way towards the door to the dressing room. She hadn’t heard the pressed sigh that came from Texas’s lips. She didn’t care to be honest. Why did he come back? Didn’t he know just how pressured things at home became when Texas was around? Their mother didn’t enjoy knowing that he was around – that she would be given this constant reminder of her ex lover. Even if Merida didn’t know the story – didn’t know what he was like – she hated the added pressure of her mother making sure that Merida would be perfect. Elinor seemed to want Merida to be what would be considered perfect. She would make Merida work harder, listen to her, even though Merida tried her best not to. She had disappointed her mother so much in the past – she was glad her mother didn’t know of her past relationship with Mako. Her mother would have most likely had a heart attack. If she knew her precious daughter had a fling – an adult fling – with a boy who didn’t have any sort of high standard reputation – she would have died. Texas was the type of boy that her mother didn’t want Merida to be with. He was brash, insolent and arrogant. He had the worst reputation – not to mention he didn’t have the best past either with the law. The only good thing Merida and her mother could see in Texas was that he had been in the army and even then their mother never would have brought that up as a good thing. “What’s up with, Princess?” Merida groaned, biting her bottom lip as she heard Korra’s words. The nickname became something of a bitter memory. It left a sour taste in her mouth – and she didn’t even have to say it for that taste to reside. It started off as a joke from her ex. He called her princess because she was the ‘princess of DunBroch enterprise.’ Her father declared him as the King of the business. Everyone knew that Merida was an heiress of the business, which meant that she was always going to be better off. She got everything she ever wanted – and her fees for this institute were never going to be a thing to worry about. Merida didn’t care – she knew her father meant well – he was the only one that ever seemed to get her. That was why when Mako had began to call her Princess out of teasing her – all she wanted to do was hit him.

Mako had begun his teasing and yet the nickname stuck. It was something that he thought would only be for her and him – and she would call him Fire Boy. There were reasons, like the fact he always smelt like smoke and sweat through the work he did, but he would call her Princess. It took that one time – that one little time – where Bolin heard and suddenly it was all around the class. Everyone was calling her Princess and she hated it. It was supposed to be between her and Mako – and now that they weren’t together, even he used it to make her frustrated. They couldn’t even call what they had a relationship because it was a few nights together, fits of passion, but that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. There were no dates – all they had were those memories – but even seeing him now made her double think her motives.

Why did she still think of him even now? She wasn’t sure if she still found him attractive. He was a good looking boy – and he was different from everyone else. Bolin and Mako were different – they weren’t like the other boys in Scotland – and that was what attracted Merida in the first place. Then their personalities drew her in. Hook, line and sinker, she was there dangling after them like a fish on a line. All she wanted was to get to know them – and she did – more than she would have expected with Mako and Bolin became one of her best friends.

Now she was a stubborn, selfish, frustrated wee lass apparently. She had heard it all over. People couldn’t understand what had attracted Mako to her in the first place. Her mother had decided that she wanted Merida to marry – and soon. She couldn’t understand that either. She was far too young to marry – even at seventeen. She didn’t want to be settled down and she didn’t want to be a wife – she couldn’t be a wife. Her mother wanted her to marry because her father wanted security with the business and wanted to keep the business a family affair. The triplets were but six years old, they were far too young to even consider taking over the business. Her mother wanted her to marry one of her father’s business partner’s sons. But she wasn’t interested in any of them. None of them were her type. What Merida wanted she would never tell… but her mother would never have allowed it? Merida wanted to follow her own fate and she would do that – regardless of what people would think – and one day it would happen. It just didn’t seem to be one day soon.  All she had to do right now was to focus on her life – and it seemed to be going downhill – especially with the return of her older brother. Just who did he think he was? Coming back into her life like that? Merida groaned loudly – loud enough for anyone to hear as she swung the door wildly behind her and having it slammed as it swung shut behind her. She really didn’t care about how much of a similar personality she had in comparison to Texas. All she wanted was the freedom to do what she wanted – without the watchful eye of Texas waiting for her to mess up so that he could tell their mother and then they would be in competition to stay in Elinor’s good books.

“Wellllllll, that went well.”

Texas threw his hand over his face. Grimacing at the slight twinge of pain in his nose from where Merida had sent that ball in his direction, he looked towards the boy who had declared just how bad the reunion with his sister had gone. Bolin was far too optimistic – he knew the boy was trying to make him feel better but it just wasn’t working. He had just ruined the perfect opportunity to perhaps make things up with his sister. Merida was just so… hot-headed, rightly named Flames.

“Oh did she just storm off?” His attention was caught though – at a soft voice. He knew it wasn’t Merida, accent was most certainly not there – and it wasn’t Korra, because Korra’s wasn’t as light as this. Texas turned around, raising an eyebrow as he had guessed that this was one of his sister’s friends. He found himself flabbergasted, his lips almost parting as he stared forward towards the blonde that he recognised from before he left earlier last year.

“Rapunzel?”

His voice was choked – there was no way this could be the same girl that he had seen last year. Merida’s friend was not this girl – she wasn’t this filled out, she didn’t have these gorgeous green eyes… okay she did have those green eyes – but he never noticed them quite like he did right now – and she most certainly wasn’t wearing a cheerleaders outfit. Her green eyes though, the ones Texas had been admiring widened as she saw it was him. She threw her arms around his neck and squealed. “Tex? Is that you?” Well no. “Merida didn’t say you were coming back!” Well, of course she didn’t, Merida never would have mentioned anything to anyone about him – right? “You look great!” Of course Texas knew that Rapunzel was only excited because he had been away at war – and had come back in one piece. More or less one piece… the scars he held on his body and in his mind was unnoticeable thanks to both the clothes and the mask he wore. He laughed, chuckled, it almost sticking in his throat as he watched the blonde push back from him. “Thanks Rapunzel – so do you.” And he meant it – god did he mean it. His eyes watched the blonde as she looked around before sighing. She was obviously frustrated herself in Merida rushing off – but Texas knew Rapunzel pretty well too – she would never have voiced how frustrated in Merida she was. Texas had never really paid much attention to Rapunzel before, in honesty, she was just his sister’s friend. But Rapunzel had been in the house often when he was there – Merida would have done anything to show off her pretty things, obviously. Texas may have not known if Merida was really more into boyish things – but to Texas his sister was a girl – and she would have girly things. “She just ran off. That-a-way.” He moved, pointing towards the dressing room with his thumb. She perked up, her lips curving into a grin. “Thanks, Tex.” Rapunzel spoke as she moved her hand to his arm before brushing past him and heading to where his sister had gone. He sighed, biting his bottom lip and furrowing his brow in confusion. He had never paid much attention to Rapunzel before. Why was he doing it now? This was unlike him. Something he had in common with Merida was that neither of them was ever that concerned with love. Where Merida was certain that she didn’t want love, Texas didn’t want to worry about love. If it happened, it happened, but he wouldn’t go looking. This was why he was completely flabbergasted at his interest – why did he want to get to know more about Rapunzel?

Texas moved forward, throwing his shoulders and bowing his head. Well that went well and for once in his life he was acting like a mess. He wasn’t sure what he wanted now – he came here for a sort of hint of how his mother would react to his return. Merida had acted like he was a rat carrying the plague. She would have rather stood on him than let him stay in her house. He guessed he didn’t have a choice. He didn’t have any where else to go – and fortunately Merida didn’t live at home anymore. He wasn’t sure about weekends, holidays, or anything like that – but not having to look at her aggravated face twenty four hours a day was bound to be something. He’d only have to put up with his mother’s.

“How do you put up with her everyday?” Texas breathed out whilst glancing towards Bolin. “I would have gone mad.” Bolin, unlike Texas, was a lover and not a fighter. He wouldn’t have looked at Merida for a fight – he would have tolerated, enjoyed her company and began to understand what she was like underneath that tough exterior though. Bolin was the sort of man that Texas really wished he could be. It might have been something to do with the upbringing though. Texas never had a real father figure – he never let himself get close to Fergus – whereas Bolin had Mako. Brother or not, he raised that boy like a son – even if there was only two years between them. Texas really was in awe of Mako for that. He wasn’t sure if he could have done that for his siblings. That was especially so when Merida was that sibling.

He crossed his arms, bucking his head back and glancing at Bolin who was rambling on about Merida and how things were fine at home. He was even going on about that Korra girl… he hadn’t even asked him about her. That was somewhat awkward – but he was glad that Korra was strong, beautiful, and independent and whatever else Bolin had said. He moved his head down a little before glancing up. “How are things with Merida and Mako?” Bolin gave a laugh before rubbing the back of his head. Texas grimaced – this wasn’t going to be good. He knew Merida was hard to handle, but he didn’t think she’d give her ex fling a hard time. “Merida doesn’t talk much about it – and Mako more or less ignores her. I think he’s interested in someone else.” Bolin’s glance looked away from Texas. The green in his eyes became slightly pale. Texas felt a little bit uneasy – why did he think that wasn’t a good thing. This was the thing about leaving for a year to be in the army – you miss out on a lot and then you only ever hear one side to every story – and if you are ever fortunate to hear more takes, the stories never fit into place. Perhaps the think that Bolin said was known? Maybe he knew that Mako had found someone else and maybe Merida wasn’t pleased about it? Texas would have to find that out. Merida was a jealous person. He knew that – he could tell that, being her brother, and knowing the wrath of a jealous Merida personally. Texas placed his hand upon Bolin’s shoulder for a split second. His eyes never left the door of the dressing room for his sister. He would have to attempt to get her to talk to him – and he would get that. “Thanks for telling me…” He trailed off when the door opened and out bounded as quick as a flash the redhead dressed and heading for the main door. “Whoa, Flames wait up.” He spoke, following the redhead and Rapunzel. This time he wasn’t heading after her for her friend – as much as he would have to admit he checked Rapunzel out again (now that she wasn’t in her cheerleading uniform) – he was trying to get his sister to co-operate.

“I need to talk about mom.”

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"Ah'm so glad we got over tha' awkwardness."

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"Honeeeeeey I'm Homeee"|Merlin (probend-or-nobend)

“Aye! Well dinnae come in the bedroom!”

Merida shouted upon hearing the flamboyant voice of her husband. Her blue eyes wide as she attempted to find something to dry herself off with… how was she ever going to tell him that she hadn’t managed to give Pabu his bath – and in fact – what she had been left with was taking a ‘bath’ herself. Her dress was soaked… and her hair… god her pretty hair that her husband had acknowledged the first time they met.

If she had left it any longer like this she would most definitely have worse tangles than normal. Where was that damned towel. “Mother of…” She cut herself off as she saw the tail of what it was that she had been trying to get clean swishing from under the bed as if it was content and happy with not taking a dip. The sound of footsteps heading in the direction of the bedroom made Merida swiftly turn towards the door and push herself against it.

“Ah said dinnae come in!”

She knew that she wouldn’t be able to put it off much longer – him seeing her in such a state… but come on, she didn’t want him laughing at her, which he most likely would do. “Go away fer a bit.” She shouted through the door. “Go, go, go.” Her voice frantic as she turned to see the make shift bath lying on the floor, the water all over the place… how Pabu had managed to get it to go all over her – and mostly over her head – was beyond her.

The squeak of the ferret was enough to rile Merida as she pushed herself away from the door, hands clutched in fists as she felt the water slipping from her hair down the back of her neck and sliding down her back. She almost squirmed at the feeling. “It is-nae funny!” She almost shrieked at the poor creature. The laughter of her husband was pissing her off even more now as she turned around, her hair flying. He gasped feigned; she had splashed him with the remains on her tuggy red curls.

“Serves ye right fer laughin’ at me.”

He picked up part of her hair, still laughing as he looked between her and Pabu who was sticking his head out from under the bed. “And here I thought you were bathing him.” Merida’s blue eyes narrowed as she glared towards him. She gave him a wordless threat to turn him to silence but it never worked and he dropped her hair and attempted to pick up Pabu. An attempt that worked – although the fire ferret still struggled and Merida had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself laughing.

She found herself faced with big puppy dog eyes. “Dinnae dae that.” She sulked, crossing her arms over her chest looking down at her wedding ring. When she married him, it wasn’t in her vows to bathe Pabu. It most definitely wasn’t in her vows to let Pabu bathe her. He pushed Pabu closer to her. “Pabu says sorrrrry.” How could she not smile when he was doing that? Merida’s soft blue eyes looked to him – she certainly went soft when she married him. After all those years of telling people – telling her mother and father – that she would not be married. That no one would win her hand.

Only she wasn’t won. She gave her hand. “Alrigh’ fine.” She widened her eyes, giving up towards her husband and kissed him softly against the lips and then on the top of Pabu’s head. “But yer bathin’ him this time then.” Merida spoke in a sing song voice as she made her way out of the bedroom and suddenly everything behind her was in chaos of Bolin chasing after Pabu. She couldn’t help the smile upon her lips. He was most definitely home.

[[ooc;; I DON’T EVEN!! I don’t know how to get him in character. He wouldn’t listen to me!! Also, she has a wedding ring, don’t care for inaccuracy if there is any. It worked for me and I was the writer and Merida.]]

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So my drabbles aren't here yet because this sort of wanted to be made... and it is only like a preview of the full video I want to do for this song... I dedicate this to Kels, Lizzie and Kimi. <3

I'm still not pleased with this at all.

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probend-or-nobend replied to your post: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Bolin shouted. He cleared his throat and produced a present from behind his back. Before she could hope to open it, he ruined the surprise. “It’s a PIE. With APPLES.” He grinned excitedly, sure that he’d picked out something she would like. You couldn’t go wrong with food; that was his philosophy.

“I know!” he agreed, delighted that she seemed to enjoy it. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, making sure she didn’t run out of air. He pulled back, giving her a sly grin. “Soo. You going out with Mako tonight?”

Merida nodded her head as she looked towards her best friend and couldn’t help the delightful smile spread across her face. “Aye!” She enjoyably spoke, nodding her head. “Ah think, after work, he has something planned – ah’m not sure whit yet.” She knew after all that she had done a couple of weeks ago for her boyfriend’s birthday he would want to make her day special too. “Are ye comin’ over at some point?”

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Kingdom of Heaven - Makida

So I gave Charlie the idea of Rex to Dear John and I said I'd make one to go with so we can live in crossover land and fangirl over crossovers and such (even though Makida was already a crossover... I just hadn't made a Makida video in a while.)

I chose Kingdom of Heaven because of the story and what is spoken in the trailer. It is one of my favourite movies. <3

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Drabble|Makida|Burn

Dedicated to: whatisaidnotbad

“Shang, it’s fine.”

The teenager spoke, glancing up at her older brother with a gentle expression.

“It doesn’t even hu-rt...”

Mulan grit her teeth winching as her brother poked at the burn on her arm.

“What do you expect to happen?” She asked tilting her head as she looked up at him. “We were practising after all.” He was muttering under his breath about what would happen if their dad found out whilst bandaging up the redhead’s arm. “Cannae fight fire wi’ fire, Shang.”

“You’ve been listening to mum again.”

“How’d you know?”

“You just said that in her accent.”

Sighing she nodded her head as she realised that she had actually done that. “I just wanted to join in.” Explaining as she moved her hand to her bandaged arm and pulled down the pink shirt so it hid the bandage. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad – it doesn’t even hurt unless you touch it.” There was no chance the golden eyed girl was going to touch it herself.

“You can go to see Avatar Korra and get it healed.”

“Urgh.” Mulan rolled her eyes before glancing up to the similar eyes of her brother. “You know she said to just call her Korra.” The redhead spoke as she stood up from her seat on the bench and turned to face Shang. “May has a close bond with her as it is – it would be daft for you to go around calling her Avatar Korra all the time.”

“It’s respectful. And don’t call me daft.”

“She’s more than just the Avatar, Shang.” Mulan spoke moving and wagging her finger to her brother. “She’s mum and dad’s friend and that’s what’s respectful: doing as she says – and she says to call her Korra.”

There was a grunt from his end as he shrugged his shoulders and patted her on the head. “Come on let’s go then and get it healed before mum or dad find out.” Mulan nodded her head as she followed him to the door of the room they were in.

“It’s yer fault anyway.”

“How’d you work that out then?”

“If you weren’t too busy eyeing up Lottie at the time, you would have paid attention to where I was.”

“I wasn’t eyeing her up!”

“Well you were certainly trying to get her attention.” She wasn’t fighting him – and he knew that – her voice was sweet and soft as she shrugged her shoulders and left the room as he followed her. “Don’t you think she’s a wee bit out of yer league?” The red head asked as she glanced over her shoulder through some of the misshaped curls.

He grunted again.

Oh.

Oh.

He had been thinking that.

Turning around Mulan sighed as she moved her hand forward and took her brothers before shaking her head. “Poor wee daft soul.” She giggled as she looked up at him. “Come on you know I’m kidding you.” She grinned as her gold eyes watched him, although his gold eyes wouldn’t settle on her. Mulan pouted as she dropped his hand.

He really shouldn’t have been thinking Lottie was out of his league. After all she was sweet, polite, respectful and kind – she was everything that Mulan would have thought that Shang would have gone for. Then again it didn’t help that she really only saw the sweet side to Shang that he didn’t show the rest of the world.

“I think she’s waiting for us.”

It was funny.

Lottie originally only came to watch Bolin train, ever since she was little and her mother made her tag along – now the brunette never missed a match or a training session – even if Bolin wasn’t there.

“Whit?”

He panicked and Mulan could hear it in his voice. He moved his hand through his dark hair, styled much like their father – actually, Shang was more or less the spitting image of his father. The boy looked away from his sister again, coughing into his hand as he moved it close to his mouth and there was a faint blush crossing his cheeks. Mulan noted – and couldn’t help but beam in a grin.

“I knew you liked her.”

Shang stuttered before regaining his composure and pushed his sister softly so that they would make their way to the entrance of the arena. She squealed hitting his arm. “Shang! My burn!” He grunted an apology as he muttered under his breath how it was her fault she had it – yet again.

The sister rushed over to the entrance as she moved outside quickly to look at the weather and the bright sky. Mulan was such a girly girl compared to their other sister Mayumi. She was more sassy with a hint of tomboy – much like their mother. Gold eyes came on the form of the brunette as he couldn’t help but inwardly smile upon seeing her. When she turned around and set bright green eyes on him he had to fight his awkwardness and mumbled a ‘hullo.’

“Are you thirsty?”

Lottie’s voice was kind and soft – just like her mother’s. Just because Lorina and Bolin were married – that didn’t mean that Shang actually considered Lottie his cousin. She wasn’t related to him at all and she tried her best to distance herself from father figures until – actually quite recently, or at least that was what she gave off in Shang’s opinion. What went on behind closed doors and how close Lottie actually was to Bolin, he really had no idea, but… Shang still hadn’t a clue as to why she seemed to have some sort of complex when it came to fathers. He never would have come out of the blue and asked her about her biological one.

He shrugged his shoulders as she offered him the bottled water. Shang took it from her slender fingers and glanced to her as he saw she was looking outside.

“Come on.”

The teenager spoke, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a gentle nudge in the direction of the door. That brief moment, that slight touch and the idea of actually being able to almost hold Lottie. He savoured it as she laughed looking at him with an actual smile.

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Drabble|Prompt|Chicken Pox

Mako sighed as he looked towards the four year old sitting in the middle of the living room floor. “Don’t pick.” He spoke, turning back around to the dishes he was washing. “Remind me again why we’re babysitting.” The firebender asked his wife as she rolled blue eyes and poked him in the middle of the shoulder.

“Because someone’s brother has ne’er had chicken pox.” Merida explained as she leaned against the ledge of the kitchen cupboard keeping an eye on her niece. “Besides, by the end of it I’m sure Mulan will have chicken pox tae.”

“So you’re using Maki.”

Merida glared as she turned her head towards her husband, eyebrows furrowed as she grunted and slapped him over the shoulder. “It is’nae like tha’.” He chuckled turning to look at her, shaking his head.

“I was joking, Princess.”

She pouted as she grimaced at the nickname – even after all these years of marriage, and three children later, he still called her that. Merida moved her hands to her hips as she watched the youngster. She was the perfect balance of Bolin and his wife Lorina. Having Bolin’s bright green eyes stick out between the dark brown wispy curls that she inherited from her mother; Maki was cute with her little chubby cherub cheeks.

Even now she could remember the shock that both Merida and Mako had been given when finding out about the pregnancy. They remembered that Bolin and Lorina didn’t want to rush into things, but even then, after Lottie left home, and there was no news about them trying for a baby – hearing so out of the blue was a surprise.

What shouldn’t have been a surprise was when Bolin named his daughter after his brother. Yet, it surprised Mako more than he would let on. With him and Merida naming their eldest and youngest after Bolin and Mako’s parents, he guessed that Bolin wouldn’t have used a family name – so to adapt his for his niece… it was more than just touching.

“Ye want some soup, Maki?”

Merida asked gaining the youngsters attention and she nodded her head excitedly – gaining giggles, before attending back to scratching at her pox. Merida growled under her breath as she looked around her for the lotion she had already placed on the child. “Where’d it go?” She spoke outwardly, though mostly to herself, as she rummaged around the kitchen.

“Where you left it.”

The redhead ground her teeth before as she grabbed the lotion from her husband with a muttered “Thank ye.” Merida then headed over towards the child. Maki squirmed trying not to get the cold lotion on her skin, which was actually frustrating, but Merida kept calm. “Come on sweetie, the sooner these go away – the sooner ye get tae go back hame tae yer daddy.”

“Uncle Bolin!”

The sound of their own daughter pierced through the room. Mako was the first to react as he dried his hands whilst walking towards the front door to see their middle child and eldest daughter Mayumi standing, blocking entrance of her uncle. “Are you coming in?” Mako groaned as he rubbed the dish towel over his eyes.

“Great.” He muttered before heading over, placing a hand on Mayumi’s shoulder. “What are you doing here, Bo? We agreed that Maki would be fine here until she’s well again.” He could see the longing in his little brother’s eyes. He tried his best not to sympathise. He knew that if he was away from any of his three children he would be worried sick – but Bolin knew that she was only here – and with him of all people.

“Do you have any idea what it is like to be torn away from perfection?”

Mako sighed as he shook his head. He nudged Mayumi out of the way carefully as she huffed and glared up at him. The youngster growled under her breath before heading back to her bedroom.

He should have guessed that his brother would have been acting like this. “Look, bro. She’s just in there, she’s fine.” Bolin was overreacting; he always had a knack of doing things like this – and in flamboyant ways. Mako moved his hand up and ran his fingers through his hair. He started to explain about how Maki was – but his brother didn’t hear a single word of it.

Green eyes met green and Bolin grinned widely, easily pushing his way past his brother, who grunted, and knelt down beside his daughter. “Have you been a good girl then?” The four year old pouted as she nodded her head, wrapping her arms around her father’s neck. Bolin picked her up, looking towards Merida grinning as if he was holding the world. “No bother, right?”

“Ye should’nae be here.”

“Not you too.”

“Well yer no leavin’ now, are ye?”

Throwing the dishtowel to the side, Mako groaned as he contemplated this. Now he had to deal with the prospect of not only his niece – but possibly his brother and his own daughter with chicken pox. He had also heard how chicken pox weren’t a good thing to have as an adult. Now he was only worrying.

“Daddy, Uncle Mako made soup.”

Bolin gasped loudly in pretend as he looked to his daughter and then looked to Mako. “You know his soup is the beeessssssssttttt soup in the world!” He laughed whilst his daughter buried her head into his shoulder.

The sight of the small daughter in her father’s arms was only bringing back memories for Merida as she turned away from the earthbender to get the soup for them. Bolin was cooing over his daughter as Mako was getting frustrated over the impending situation. Merida didn’t know how to calm down anything – and matters were only made worse when out of the corner of her blue eyes she saw her youngest scratching her arm.

And she was the one that wanted that.

Brilliant.

Merida placed the two bowls of soup to the table and motioned for Bolin and Maki to sit and eat whilst she went to deal with Mulan.

Mako watched his wife as she picked up their youngest and brought the little redhead over to him. She pulled on their five year olds’ top, looking at her arm where she was scratching. “Aye ah thought so.” She laughed lightly as she saw his glare and pouted looking away from him.

“Happy now?”

“Not really…” How was she supposed to know that Bolin was going to come and interfere with her plans to get the children over the chicken pox? “It’ll be fine, ye ken tha’, right?” She asked, placing her hand on his arm as Mulan wrapped her arms around her neck and held onto her. He wasn’t giving much heed to what she was saying as he was watching his brother and his daughter eat. “Will ye put the lotion on her?”

A simple nod and Mulan was out of her mother’s and into her father’s. Mako sat down with Mulan on his lap, the cold lotion in his hand as he moved his finger against her button nose, which she scrunched up. The small voice of his daughter said that she didn’t want the lotion on. “Tough.” He grinned as he moved nudging his nose into hers. “You need this.” It would at least relieve the itching. The last thing he needed was his daughter to get scarring.

Merida watched the scene unfolding – both brothers with their daughters. Bolin and Maki stuffing their faces, Mako and Mulan struggling and squealing over the cold lotion, it caused a small smile to appear on her lips as she guessed she would have to get in contact with Lorina and explain what had happened and how Bolin was most likely not going to be home anytime soon…

“Ye dae ken tha’ Bolin could take Maki hame now.”

“No.”

She should have guessed that. Mako was so overprotective he would want to look after all of them until they were feeling better – even if Lorina was able enough to look after her husband and daughter. “Alrighty then.” Merida sighed as she moved her hands to her hips and sighed.

And it was quite as she thought.

For Bolin was right enough sleeping in bed, covered in pox, with his daughter that night, struggling and pouting and determined that he was going to scratch whilst being as temperamental about the lotion as the children.

“It’s like having five children!”

“Will ye calm doon…”

Mako grunted as he crossed his arms over his chest leaning against the wall.

“Look it’s alright now.” He still didn’t look at her when she spoke. Instead he glanced down the hallway about ready to head to their bedroom. Merida sighed, shaking her head as she looked into the spare bedroom where Bolin and Maki were asleep in the bed. Bolin wide mouthed, snoring with Maki buried in his arms.

Walking through the corridor the couple checked on their three children as well – before heading to their bedroom as she moved her hand to her neck and lightly scratched – gaining Mako’s attention.

“Don’t tell me.”

“Hmm?” She asked, looking to her neck and finger before shaking her head in an eruption of giggles. “Oh no! No, ah was just thinkin’.” Merida stated as she brushed passed her husband and walked through into the bedroom.

“This must be why they call ye Mama Mako.”

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Drabble Title: Light|Makida

Summery: Mako sits in the waiting room as Merida's banished him from the delivery of their child.

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“Daddy.”

“Daddy.”

“Daddy.”

“Daddy.”

Mako was brought out of his thoughts as he moved his hand away from his mouth and looked towards his three year old daughter who was still sitting on his lap. The black haired girl started to pull on his arm as he sighed, nudging his nose upon her forehead. “What is it, May?”

“When is mummy coming out?”

“I don’t know, sweetie.”

His gold eyes looked towards his brother as he moved to get Mayumi more comfortable on his lap. His six year old son, Shang, was asleep leaning his head on Bolin’s arm, Bolin was also heavily asleep. Both of them could sleep for weeks at a time if they wanted to. Mako finally understood where Shang was getting that from.

As much as he was enjoying the time he was sharing with his daughter, Mako was more concerned with what was going on in the other side of that door. He was still reeling with the fact Merida had said that she didn’t want him in there with her. The night was almost over and none of them had any sleep apart from the two in the corner. Mako wanted to be in there holding his wife’s hand – not babysitting.

As much as he loved Mayumi he also hated the idea of Merida in pain.

At least he knew that she wasn’t alone in that room though. He knew she wasn’t going through it alone.

Korra was there.

He could remember how he was more or less shoved from the room from the Avatar and told to stay with his children. Of course, he wouldn’t have thought Korra had meant Shang, Mayumi and Bolin. It wasn’t as if he intentionally wanted to overreact the last two times. It wasn’t like he wanted to get light headed when Shang was born. It happened – but at least he didn’t pass out. No matter what Merida recalled from the situation.

“Ofcourse! If you want me there, I'm a trained healer so perhaps I could help? -though I've never dealt with babies before..."

Mako grumbled as he recalled what Korra had said about the situation when Merida had asked for her to go in instead of him. He could hear her now helping Merida through the long process. She had been in that room for hours – and the noises he could hear were only getting worse – and every time she shouted for him with idle threats or screamed in pain – he just wanted to jump and go to her.

The fact Mayumi was awake now and paying him her full attention was the only reason why he hadn’t moved.

The thing about Mayumi was that when she slept – she slept for hours – but if awoken, she stayed awake… for hours. There was no way she’d fall asleep again now, not with her knowing – somewhat – what was happening. “So…” He spoke glancing down at her trying his best to keep his attention on his daughter and not his wife. “How do you feel about being a big sister?”

The three year old moved her fingers up, pressing the palm of her hand against his cheek as she gave a childish giggle. “Ah’ll be a better sister than Shang is.”

“Brother.”

“Sister.” Mayumi corrected her father, poking his nose with her middle finger before looking around towards her brother and scrunching up her nose in a mannerism gained from her mother. The conversation was called short from the yelling of Mayumi’s ‘auntie Korra’. Mayumi gasped, as Mako had wanted to – once again - disregard all orders and go to his wife. “Do you think mummy’s alright?” Mako looked towards his daughter and there he saw the fear and hope for him to make it all alright in her eyes.

He knew he couldn’t leave her.

“I’m sure your mummy is fine.” He hoped himself – he really wanted to know that his wife was alright – and all he had to go on was the sounds of childbirth – and the sounds of Korra. Although he was glad that Korra was there, he was also hoping that Merida wasn’t throwing threats towards her friend at the same time. There was another drawn out grunt, another curse from Korra… and then…

There was another cry and this time it was from neither of the women he knew to be in the room.

He had heard that kind of crying twice before.

Mako moved his daughter from his lap onto the chair beside him in the waiting room before heading to the door for it to swing out in excitement at him and near enough hitting him in the face. The excited laughing and chuckle of a ‘sorry’ from Korra was enough to somewhat wake up Bolin and Shang, as Korra looked towards Mako. “It’s a…” She shrugged her shoulders and nudged her head into the hospital room.

“Go find out yourself, Cool Guy.”

He didn’t need telling twice as he made his way through to where his wife was sitting up, holding their new-born in her arms. The baby covered in a white shawl, silent. Merida had her index finger in their baby’s mouth as she glanced blue eyes up to meet him.

“She’s beautiful.”

A girl…

“A wee girl.”

Merida once again read his mind as she let out a little giggle and moved her daughter into her arms more comfortably so that the little ones father could see her. There were already little wisps of orange hair on their daughter’s head. They both could tell she was going to take after her mother more than her father. It was surprising actually – both Shang and Mayumi had his dark hair. He wasn’t complaining – it was the first thing he had fell in love with about Merida – her hair.

“So do you forgive me?”

“Fer what?”

“For putting you through that – and what was it. Shove an arrow so far up yer-” He stopped, looking at her as his wife placed her finger against his lips and pointed down to their daughter in a manner to say not in front of the baby. Mako rolled his eyes, pressing his forehead against his wife’s before she nodded her head, saying that she forgave him – although there was really nothing to forgive.

“Dae ye want tae hold her?”

Mako looked towards the baby, moving his arms out – he didn’t need to reply. Of course he wanted to hold her. If there was something that the firebender was going to get emotional about though – it would be holding his new-born daughter in his arms. Merida placed the baby tenderly into Mako’s arms, her own hand still holding her head as he shifted beside her on the bed so that they could both admire the infant they created.

“What do you want to call her?”

He asked, in an attempt to keep Merida’s attention away from the fact he was getting emotional once again. He had cried when he held Shang – and he had cried when he held Mayumi – it was only natural he would cry now he was holding the newest addition to their family. He didn’t expect Merida to have a name yet. They had decided on what they were calling Shang before his birth – and he had decided on Mayumi’s name – so he thought it would be best if he let his wife name their newest daughter.

“Mulan.”

She caught him by surprise.

He looked towards his wife – his jaw almost dropped as he let the name sink in his mind.

Mulan…

Like his mother.

“Do you mean it?”

Mako asked as he looked down at his daughter, who was making the sweetest of babbling noises against his finger as he pressed his index finger against her cute button nose for the smallest of seconds. He couldn’t help but the smile spreading across his face.

“Of course ah dae.”

His wife’s voice filled the room as her lips curved into a smile, looking towards her husband. She looked at him, with the new light of the day shining upon him and their new daughter.

Their baby Mulan.