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kito-99 · 4 years ago

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Elsa is struggling to face her problems by herself, so she goes to Anna for comfort.

A random one shot I guess, still new to writing so would appreciate any constructive criticism if you do read this.

*Why do you continue with your persistence?*

*Why do you contuine to terrioze me and force me into despairs ruthless grasp?*

"Anna, why are you running away from me!?", Elsa shouted, urgency in her voice. One minute her and Anna were talking normally then all of a sudden Anna looked at her like she was a ghost and ran away from her. The gears in Elsa's mind were turning, trying to figure out why would Anna do this.

Thanks to her anxiety and fear, Ice burst forth out of the Queen engulfing the entirety of Arendelle. The ice queen worries snapped at her, everyone will fear her again, she is harming all her people thanks to her stupid powers. Why was she born with them?

She heard a grunt of exhaustion in front of her , noticing her sister's red hair through the dense blizzard she called out to Anna but the call fell on deaf ears as Anna contuined to run, forcing Elsa to sprint with more speed to catch up with the redhead. She ran and ran and ran but no matter how much she tried her sister contuined to evade her, always just out of reach.

Just when her legs felt like giving up on her she saw Anna skid to a halt several meters in front of her, causing the blonde to sigh in relief.

Elsa ran in front of Anna."Anna this is-" the rest of Elsa's words stoped short at the sight in front of her. Ice was crawling all over Anna, nearly covering her entire body, but what frightened Elsa even more was the look of pure hatred directed at her, a look full of murderous intent which looked so wrong on the innocent girls freckled visage.

"Anna... Anna who did to this to-

Anna cut her off. "You did... MONSTER!".

She flinched back, Anna's words reverberating inside her soul. Those very words which she called herself all her years of isolation, words that she feared everyone would call her if they noticed she had powers... But what she feared the most was the thought of Anna calling her a monster.

"I-i hate you! You freak!", Anna contuined, practically spitting the words out. Elsa fell to her knees, ignoring Anna's hateful words, ignoring the sting of her icy tears briefly to try and thaw her but to her shock the ice spread faster, engulfing all of Anna.

Before Anna froze over completly, she gasped out four words which destroyed Elsa.

"I never loved you".

Elsa woke up with a start, she could feel her hands were aching from grabbing the silk sheets, her knuckles were white from the excessive grip she had on the blankets. Sweat dripped down her forehead like a waterfall despite the thin lining of frost that coated her entire chamber, her powers were providing no help to cool her down nor did it have any effect on reducing her racing heart.

Conceal... Don't feel.

Conceal........don't feel.

She repeated her mantra multiple times fervently. Anna had scolded her for using such a negative and self harming mantra but she needed it... She needed something to comfort her, she couldn't go to Anna. Elsa bitterly thought. Telling Anna of her recurring nightmares wouldn't be wise, the best way to handle emotions is concealing them, atleast that's what she thought.

But her latest night terror was excruciating, evidently so much so that the ice wouldn't thaw no matter how much she tried to force it away. After failing for the fifth time the Queen just sat there, trying to control her shaking hands, her mind was in a really frail state right now, images of her nightmare still crisp in her mind.

Elsa tried to stem the tears that threatened to burst forth like a overfilled dam, did Anna really die? Who does she have left? Her loving sunflower is gone...

The dam broke as she sobbed loudly, every mental barrier she had placed broke in all but a instant. She needed to convince herself that Anna was fine, that the redhead didn't hate her. So despite her hesitations to go to the princesses room, she found herself opening the door to the very same room.

Soft snores could be heard from it's owners mouth, despite the darkness Elsa could discern the massive bush atop of Anna's head, almost causing her to giggle despite her saddened state, even just one look at her sunflower and everything felt okay already. 'Shes okay, Anna is alive'

Elsa walked around the bed to where Anna was sleeping. "Anna I'm sorry", she said her voice a mere whisper . "I'm such a horrible sister who hides everything from you and *sob*-". Her words were cut short by the soft sob that forced it's way out her lips.

Anna looked so comfortable, like she had no worries in the world. If only she knew of the turmoil that her older sister was going through right now. Elsa smiled,knowing exactly what she would say. *"You tart!, stop trying to hold the entire world on your shoulders by yourself, let me help you"*

Elsa inhaled deeply. 'One time, then I leave', she thought to herself. Leaning forward she put her ear on Anna's chest, each beat of Anna's heart comforted her greatly, instantly eroding all of her despair and filling her soul with light. Each beat symbolised a victory of every nightmare getting destroyed, each insecurity, anxiety and fear were all nothing in the face of the love and peace she felt from such an action. Before sleep could capture her in it's net,she felt Anna stir, groaning.

"Elsa? What you*yawn* doing?".

"I was walking by and heard you tossing about, you were having a nightmare so I came in to check on you", Elsa said without missing a beat. 'You lied to her again, what a good sister'.

Anna narrowed her eyes. " Elsa... Why do you lie so much?

Not expecting such a response she remained quiet, suddenly finding the curtain to her right very interesting.

Taking Elsa's silence as confirmation of her lie, she contuined. "If you c-" she paused when Elsa flinched at her reprimanding tone. "Elsa I love you okay? Would you like it if the person you loved the most lied to you?"

"Of course I wouldn't like it if you lied to me", Elsa mumbled, still holding her gaze away from Anna. She tried to hold back the tears when she heard Anna move off the bed, presumably to get away from her. To her surprise a pair of warm arms wrapped around her.

"Please tell me whats bothering you... Or I'll tickle you, don't tempt me. Ice powers or not, you will still fall to my might", Anna teased, her voice muffled by Elsa's shoulder.

"I-" Elsa couldn't help it, she burst out into a fit of giggles, with no concern of looking regal or proper, both girls laughs could be heard through out the corridor by the guards on night shift, causing a smile to form on their lips.

"Thank you Anna, you're a lifesaver".

Anna huffed. "Of course, The tickle Queen saves the day, didn't you know tickling is stronger then Ice".

Elsa shook her head with a smile. "Whatever you say, your Majesty".

Anna stared at her blankly, making Elsa shift worryingly on the bed. "Elsa you still haven't told me what bothering you.".

Elsa sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. " Your right Anna, I'm sorry.". She stared into Anna's eyes, briefly getting captured by the beautiful soul that lay beneath the teal coloured orbs. Elsa knew then and there that she would give the entire universe up for her sister, she would give up that damn mantra as well, if it was for Anna she would do anything.

"Almost since I...froze you, nightmares have been pestering me non stop, tonights terror was by far the most severe, I.. ki-killed you in my dream, you even said you hated me". Elsa held her face with her right hand, trying to control the swirling emotions inside of her, she was not going to cry, enough of being a crybaby.

Anna squeezed Elsa with more force, her warmth a stark contrast to the blondes coolness. " See? Don't you feel better now. I'm proud of you Elsa, you're much stronger then you give yourself credit for!".

"I do feel better, thanks to you Anna, my sunflower". Elsa leaned forward and gave Anna a kiss on her nose, eliciting a small squeak from the princess.

"Hm, I think you should be called the mouse queen instead of the Tickle queen", Elsa mocked, earning a glare from her sister.

"Tease me more and i might be the Queen of kisses".

"I might take you up on that offer".

Anna raised an eyebrow. Well at least that's what Elsa thought she did, it was hard to tell in the darkness. "You can sleep with me from now on, your nightmares will cower in fear from our combined love", Anna said ignoring Elsa's reply.

"Someone really becomes a jokester when they are tired don't they? Though I agree with the sleeping arrangements", Elsa replied with out hesitation.

Anna chuckled slightly, getting under the covers and patting the unoccupied spot beside her. "Let's get to bed, I'm surprised you agreed Elsa, if I asked you a couple of weeks back, you would of said. 'That is highly improper Anna, we are not kids'.", Anna teased with her most regal impersonation of Elsa she could conjure.

Elsa crawled besides her and embraced the loving arms that encircled her, emitting a sigh of content. " Really funny Anna, I can barely contain all the mirth within me, at such a hilarious statement".

Anna rolled her eyes at her sisters obvious sarcasm. "Night Elsa".

"Goodnight Anna, I love you".

Elsa smiled when a soft snore tickled her ear, her sunflower was always a quick sleeper, there could be a massive storm and Anna would be snoring away like it was a normal occurrence.

She has the best sister in the world.

#snow sisters #elsanna #queen elsa #princess anna #frozen elsa #frozen anna

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iam-kenough · 4 years ago

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Will you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Summary: During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her to camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them. Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just as a kid...and she won't take that! It's an original character story that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to first meet with Sadie. Instead she's already with them. Author’s notes: Hi, I’m new to all that stuff but I tried to write a story and keep this romance slow burning. Also, if the grammar is weird sometimes it’s because english is my second language. ^^ Hope you gonna enjoy it and get back and be ready for drama.

Words count: 2790 Chapter 1 Iris heard gunshots sounds coming from the outside and she curled even more, hidden behind big wooden table with rock in her hand. She did not have any plan, she just imagined that if anyone will come here, she will tear them apart. Her knuckles became white as she grasped cold, uneaven ans sharp surface of a rock. Local gang, O'Driscolls have taken everything from her. They murdered her only brother, the only provider of their household and then this bizzare blizzard happened. Gang searched home for food and all she had left in the end was pack of oatcakes. At first she tried to hunt something using a gun or a bow but she didn't posses enough amo for more than one attempt. So she was sitting there, for almost a week without food and water she needed she drank by eating snow. The O'Driscolls killed her brother and would probably kill her but she was small enough to hide in one of kitchen cabinets. Iris was listening in terror as one of Colm's man slaughter her older brother, Olgierd and she couldn't do anything at this moment - all she possessed then was her night gown, wet from sweat she produced in this stressful moment, sticking to her body. All she could do was to not get killed. She wasn't some kid but her small, petite almost elvish frame and big eyes in bright, toxic green color made her look like one. Or at least younger than she really was. Door to her cabin opened and she saw pair of high boots but owner of boots didn't saw her. Good. It was dark and howling of the wind masked sound of her breathing. Iris waited till he turned around to search thru cabinet. She jumped, he screamed and fall on the floor unconscious. - Micah?! - Dutch furrowed his brows - Arthur, come on, we need to check on him. - Sure - outlaw murmured. If it was for him, he wouldn't check if Micah Bell is safe. He would even make sure that whatever put Micah in danger would kill him. Iris grabbed Micah's guns. She wasn't some Missy who couldn't hold weapon properly. Olgier tought her how to shoot. If this weather wasn't so wild and the amount of amo so short she would be prospering much better now. - Miss? Hey! - Dutch tried to use his charming tone and put his hand in the air. So did Arthur, his emerald eyes piercing thru silhouette in front of them. It was a girl, pale and freckeled, with long black hair that was tangled, her green eyes looking in their direction with fear. Arthur saw one more thing in those odd eyes - fury. - Take him and go away, please! - Iris tightened her grip around guns - I have no interest in harming you - her voice was soothing and sad and she tried to ignore the fact it sounded ridiculous. She reminded Arthur of some kind of magic dryad. - You look like you couldn't harm anyone, miss - Dutch grinned and without any waring he catched her in his arms. Iris dropped one of the guns, the other one was fired in the wooden floor. - GO AWAY! - she screamed at the top of her lungs - LEAVE ME BE! I HAVE NOTHING! - Jesus, girl - Arthur chuckled while he was checking on Micah. Idiot was knocked out but throwing him right in the snow will wake him up - Life wasn't best for you so far, wasn't it? - I have nothing - she sobbed, dangling in Dutch's arms like she was toy made from rags - I have only pack of oatcakes...You can have them if you want...but it's already opened - tone of her voice changed. Iris realised that those man will take these oatcakes and will probably rape and kill her. It will be at least quicker death than starvation. Dutch put her on the floor and with quick, swift move he took away another of Micah's guns. Iris eyes was wandering from Dutch to Arthur to Micah on the floor. -I'm sorry for your friend - she murmured and blushed, looking directly at her dirty feet and bruised knees - I wanted to tell him I'm here but he didn't notice me at first and started lurking. I thought that he gonna shoot me if I would make any sound. - You got him right, haven't you - Arthur chuckled and casually grabbed one of oatcakes. Iris moaned in disappointment, she offered them those cookies just because it was right thing to do. They looked like bounty hunters or something worse, but they didn't seem so wild and dirty as O'Driscolls. They didn't kill her so far too. - You seem like you could use warmer clothes and a plate of hot soup, Miss... - Dutch said, waiting for her name. - I'm Iris, sir. My brother Olgierd was murdered by O'Driscolls few days ago and I have no ammunition nor arrows to hunt. If you could just give me that much I won't bother you - she looked eagerly towards Micah's guns that Dutch was holding. - I'm sorry, you've been offered help and food and you turn it down? Jesus, woman - Arthur rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette. It was second time he spoke this way towards her. Iris examined his apparition. He was big, seemed even bigger because of winter clothes. His face was scarred but handsome as hell and he had the deepest voice she ever heard. But her face didn't show any admiration, she wasn't some stupid Juliet waiting for Romeo to save her. Then she looked at other man. Dutch seemed like some sort of uncle to her, his eyes was warm and he was smiling despite he was even bigger and even more intimidating than Arthur. Then she looked at the guy on the floor and sighed. - I wanna go with you. Even if you gonna murder me in few minutes, that's still better than starving and freezing to death - her sarcasm was sharp even though everyone in room saw emptiness and fear hidden deep in green eyes. She was put on a horse by outlaw's strong hands. He even gave her his coat, navy blue one with nice, tickling fur inside. Her feet still was freezing but she was greatful. She curled her arms around man's body to get even more warmer during trip. He didn't say nothing but he was nicely surprised with her touch, 'cause no woman who just met him would throw her all over him like she just did. Figuratively. - And what's your name? - she asked innocently, making his ear warm with her breath. -Arthur Morgan, miss - he chuckled and clicked his tongue at his horse. FEW DAYS LATER It's been some time since Iris've been rescued. She seemed genuinely happy and she smilled a lot towards others. She proved she can cook better than Mr Pearson and that she could hunt and use guns properly. At first she felt like outsider but Mary-Beth lacked friendship of someone similar to her so badly she basically adopted Iris. She quickly discovered that new girl can read and that they could talk about books and fantasize about fictional romances. That was Iris's face she was showing towards woman in the camp. But she was reserved when it was coming to Micah. He was still throwing daggers with his eyes. - Look, I'm sorry I've hurt you, okay? I won't say it again- Iris said with iritated tone of voice. She has hidden away from everybody and tried to enjoy plate of stew when Micah came, sat in front of her and also was eating but looking right into Iris's face to intimidate her. He was looking like that at her for days, touching bandage wrapped around his head. - I don't accept this apology. I'm gonna stare at you and follow you 'till you gonna lose your appetite and you gonna feel stalked and uncomfortable - and it's gonna be me who's gonna stalk you until you gonna leave the camp. Iris rolled her eyes and breathed havily. - I don't even know why Dutch did bring you - he said with venom on his tongue and then looked at Arthur who joined both of you. - Is he bothering you again, Miss? - he sat next to her. Arthur was eating rather loudly but girl didn't mind. It was slow, weird feeling in her stomach that made her accepting Arthur's weirdness right away. - I'm okay. I guess we gonna have this hate relationship for a long time - she was smiling sarcastically and looking into her plate. - I'm gonna be your nightmare, Iris. - If you fancy me, you should ask me out properly - she showed him her tongue and left both man. Micah was still furious and was following her with his eyes. Arthur chuckled. - She's something, isn't she. If she wasn't, Dutch wouldn't keep her. We already have too much mouths to feed. - Listen, cowpoke, it's not just about taking her with us. You both took her with us after she knocked me out with a fuckin' rock. She's mental. Arthur didn't say nothing. It wasn't his fight and he didn't like taking to Micah. He knew that as long Iris is part of a family because of Dutch's saying so, she was safe even when Micah threated her like this. She was good kid, too, already helping everyone around. He also liked her cooking for the camp, it was nice change comparing to Pearson's skills. - Iris, Iris! - Abigail ran towards new girl. Her eyes was red and she said something to Iris that Arthur couldn't hear. So he got up and come to listen. - He...he's been missing for two days. Everyone here ignores me and says "it's John" but he has me and he has Jack, he needs to be back! - Shhh... - Iris cuddled Abigail like a bear even though she was smaller than her - I will go and search for him, okay? Brother thought me how to track. Arthur's brows furrowed. - You ain't going nowhere, kid. Not alone. - Arthur, go with her then, I know you two will find him! Please, please find him! Outlaw nodded his head without saying anything. He knew that Abigail won't leave him untill he'll find that idiot husban of hers, Marston. There wasn't any words that would calm Abigail when John was missing anyway. Iris was following Arthur, both on their horses. She noticed so far that he didn't talk much and he was rather quiet and shy men, writing or sketching in his journal while he wasn't running errands for Dutch. She was a little bit behind him, enough to examine him without being noticed or considered nosy. He was big and tall and had nice, sun-kissed face. He must be from different parts of country then, she told herself. His beard was freshly trimmed and Iris saw few scars on his face, noticing especially one of them, on Arthur's chin while he was looking around for any tracks. - We gonna go on foot from now, horses won't do here. John's close I think- he wasn't looking at her when he's talking. He seemed occupied with everything around him, but Iris. She didn't know he was just shy, because if it come to woman Arthur was always sure they are laughing at him. Girl just thought she's not much of company. But that was kind of good. This way Iris could admire him for a little longer, he wouldn't notice it. That wasn't like she hadn't love interests before or that she was a hopeless romantic either. But that weird feeling in her stomach was saying "you fancy him, you do". But he won't know it anyway, it's Arthur she was thinking about, the most a-romantic person in the camp. She looked at him even when they were dragging John towards horses. Not constantly, but she peeked every few seconds. His brows were furrowed and he looked rather angry. Well, he was really angry when in no time he had to shoot few wolves. He asked Iris if she's fine with warmth in his voice, ignoring John and his moans of pain completely. When those two returned to camp, Abigail started yelling at John almost immediately she saw him. They were cute, Iris thought. FEW DAYS AFTER Dutch finally decided they gonna have camp in different, warmer place. Snow begin to thawn and the whole bunch of changes coming made everybody excited. They packed everything they had and jumped on their wagon. Iris noticed that Arthur is sitting alone in the last of them and smiled under her breath. There wasn't place next to other girls anyway.-Can I sit here, Mr Morgan? - she asked shyly looking into his eyes. It made her blush a little bit and she put hair behind her ear. She was the only girl in camp having loose hair and it complemented her little face because of deep, black color of them. - Sure, kid - he murmured. Wasn't looking at her either, he refused to notice her rosy cheeks. In fact, when Iris heard being called "kid" something heavy dropped in her stomach. He sees me like someone immature, she murmured to herself. Girl took a place next to him anyway and the ride begin.Arthur wasn't much of a talker and she started worrying he simply doesn't like her. It was almost a month since she joined the gang and Arthur always seemed cold or not interested when he was sharing tasks with her. So she needed to ask but not too quickly so it won't be creepy. - Are you hungry, Mr Morgan? - she chirped, smiling at him. He looked at her surprised. - And what do you have, kid? Ugh. And ouch. - I have beef jerky I made few days ago with Mr Pearson. Everyone already ate them but I have plenty left. Do you want some? He almost blushed. This girl was so kind to him since her first day and Arthur couldn't figure out why. Normally woman treated him like he was air or creep. But she was no woman, she was young girl, Arthur thought, she will learn someday how to pity man like him. - If you want to share it with me - he smirked. - Why not? You are so nice - Iris saw his hands were occupied. She blinked and came with an idea. It will be even more better than just sharing. Her slender fingers slowly put a piece of dried beef to his mouth and he looked at her surprised. Her cheeks flushed and she brushed his lower lip by accident. With any other man it would be clear, she was sweet on him, but he just chuckled and started looking at road again. Was something wrong with her? It has to be my face that's wrong. No way he didn't notice that! If only I could be a little bit seductive - she breathed out with visible irritation. - Y'kay there, kid? - Yeah. Just thinking. - Oh, I get that. Dutch gave us plenty reasons to think, eh? You sure you want to rob that train with us? I know he told you to, but look at you! She did, actually. Her eyes looked at her slender body and stopped on her cleavage. Hm, that might be one of the problems, I'm flat as hell. She was obviously still thinking about what could put Arthur away. He wasn't. - And what do you mean by that, Mr Morgan? He furrowed. Looked like he's searching for right words. - You know, you look so fragile a-and pale. Sure you don't want to stay in camp and cook or read a book with other girls? - he seemed awkward, like he didn't feel good when commenting on Iris. - I will make you sure I am made for those things - she chuckled but it didn't sound iritated, just sweet as always - I am no kid, Mr Morgan, just woman in her twenties. Tilly is younger than me. - But she's different case. Just sayin'. I don't wanna bother you - Arthur's voice was kind and shy as always. It has to be breasts then. Or maybe... maybe he doesn't like short girls? Maybe I should do something with my hair, like all mature woman does? Or is it the fact I didn't wear a dress yet? God, tell me how to make him notice me - she was thinking.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x oc #romance #fluff #angst #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader

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spookyblackwidow · 5 years ago

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Sweet Confessions

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this adorable request!! I’ll admit that fluff isn’t my strong suit, but I still really like the way this turned out! I’m so sorry for the delay, I immediately fell in love with the concept but wasn’t in the right head space to be able to write it. But here it is! With some mild language, and, as always, a touch of angst

Warning: brief child abuse mention

Sweet Confessions

2091 words

“Romanoff, there’s an incoming storm, extraction will have to wait. Grab Barton and head back to the safe house, I’ll send you a new flight plan in the morning.”

“Nick, we’re more than capable enough pilots to avoid—”

“That’s an order, Romanoff. Stay grounded,” Nick grumbled and terminated the call.

“Hear that, Clint? Time to turn around.”

They trekked back through the narrow streets outside Lom, the Norwegian air brisk with a mid-March chill. The wind had noticeably picked up, swirling the powdery tops of snow piles. Years of Russian winters had taught Natasha enough to know Nick was right, the weather was about to get a whole lot worse, it was far too late for takeoff.

The safe house was a small cabin situated near the base of Skarstind, a mountain in the Jotunheimen range that could potentially provide some relief from the gathering blizzard, if the wind would be so kind as to shift. As it was, Nat and Clint had to fight their way through nearly a foot of snow and harsh winds in order to take refuge in the cramped building they thought they had seen for the last time.

The majority of the space was the kitchenette and living room, an open area paneled in dark oak. Off the back wall was a small bedroom and a bathroom, sparsely furnished, but functional. Natasha’s request for two queen beds had gone unheeded, but Clint had been gracious enough to allow her the full-sized bed to herself, opting to sleep on the tattered couch instead.

They dropped their bags by the door and set off to warm the cabin again, to stave off the chill that had permeated the building in their absence. Clint turned on the oven and rummaged through their food reserves as Nat lit a fire.

“Whoever packed our supplies is an idiot,” Clint muttered under his breath, pulling out a couple measly slices of bread and a nearly empty jar of peanut butter. “Who the hell sends two full grown adults on a mission in a remote area with so little for emergency food? What if we’re stuck here for a few days?”

“We’d have more if you didn’t eat so much of it earlier.”

“Can you blame me for not wanting to carry it five miles to the hangar?”

“You’re such a child,” Nat laughed dryly.

Their meager dinner was far from satisfying, but they’d both survived on less, and Nat was grateful Clint hadn’t managed to eat quite everything before they had left. The wind howled outside, the snow piling up along the windowsills, disguising just how much had fallen. It was still early yet, but with nowhere to go, they lounged across the couch, counting the knots in the ceiling beams.

“Hey Nat?”

“Mmhmm?”

“How well do you think we know each other?”

“About as well as I let anybody know me. Why?”

“I’ve got an idea. Want to play a game?”

“What kind of game?”

“We make claims about each other, something we believe to be true, so no easy shots like, ‘You’re one half of Strike Team: Delta.’ Guesses only, no prior knowledge.”

“And if you’re wrong? Are we drinking?”

“Oh no, I know better than to challenge you to any competition involving alcohol. I think I still have some M&Ms.” Clint dug through his duffle for a few moments and triumphantly held up a crumpled bag. He poured out the few remaining candies and divided them into two piles. “If I’m wrong, toss me an M&M. Whoever runs out first wins.”

“You’re giving yourself four guesses?”

“You’re assuming I’m going to be wrong?”

“Maybe.” She smirked. “Alright, I’m game. You avoid talking about family because one of your parents, most likely your father, was abusive.”

“Damn, Nat. There’s no easing into things with you, is there?”

“Is that your claim?” She rolled a blue M&M between her forefinger and thumb.

“Only if I’m right,” he smirked, settling into the oversized chair opposite her.

“No cheating.” She tossed the candy, which he deftly caught. “Okay, easing in… If no one’s looking, you’ll drink straight from the coffee pot.”

“Wait, did you hack into Fury’s cameras?”

“I will now,” she laughed.

“If that’s how this is going to go… You love bad jokes, especially puns.”

“And if you tell anyone else, you’re dead, you hear me, Barton?” Nat narrowed her eyes, as if having a sense of humor beyond sarcasm and biting remarks would tarnish her reputation.

“Fine, this is all confidential, we’ll keep it out of the mission reports.” Clint laughed, certain including their secrets, no matter how small, was never part of the game plan. There was a lot to be said, a lot to admit, and Natasha was the only person he was willing to open up to. Of course, she’d only get out of him what she wanted to discover, which could be anything.

“Good. Are we still easing in?”

“Please.” A part of him already regretting starting this game.

“You’re far too lazy to bother matching your socks, even if we’re not on a mission and you have plenty of time to sort your laundry.”

“That feels like pre-existing knowledge.” Clint narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Hey, I may have the blueprint to your apartment building, but I haven’t had a reason to break in yet.” Nat raised her hands defensively and smiled as innocently as she could manage.

“…I’m going to choose to ignore that for the sake of our friendship.”

“Good choice.” Nat winked. “Now’s not the time to give you a rundown of all the information I compile on my associates.”

Clint was never quite sure if she was exaggerating about her surveillance, but given her intense and guarded personality, he knew better than to doubt her; between her various shady contacts and heavily detailed notes, she’d saved their asses on more than one occasion.

“You always give me shit about pets, but if I had to venture a guess—”

“Which you do.”

“—I’d say you’re a cat person.”

“Guilty as charged.” She flashed him a tight smile, her lips pressed firmly together.

“Wait, have you never had a pet?”

“First of all, that was a question, and second, it’s not your turn. You put off washing dishes until you’ve completely run out of clean stuff.”

“Paper plates exist, you know.” He tossed an M&M her way, but she didn’t move to catch it, so it bounced quietly off her lower lip and landed in her lap. “Nat?”

“Sorry, I got a little lost in thought for a second.” She gently shook her head, ate the candy, and forced a smile. “Easing in, let’s go.”

“You’re afraid of spiders.”

“…You’re serious?” A genuine smile spread across her face before she erupted in laughter. “I’m Black Widow, the Slavic Shadow, the Red Death. You really think I’m afraid of an arachnid?”

“Admittedly, no,” he chuckled, “but it’s all I’ve got right now.” It was a lie, but he had no intention of letting her know; all he cared about was keeping her happy.

“Take your candy, idiot.” Nat rolled her eyes and held out a green M&M. She placed it in his extended hand, her fingertips lingering on the flat of his palm for a second or two longer than usual. “You cry at weddings, don’t you?”

“Truthfully, I can’t remember the last wedding I went to that wasn’t for a mission, but if you’re including television and movies, yeah, I guess I occasionally cry watching them. Some of us are human, you know.”

“Hey! I’m human! Emotions just aren’t my thing.” She shrugged.

“They could be, and no one would judge you for it. You know that, right?”

“I’m well aware that you would be fine with it, but most of the world is far less forgiving. This is who I am, it keeps me safe. Now please, take your turn before I run out of patience.”

“You would leave this life behind at a moment’s notice and never look back.”

“Hell no. I’m good at this. I’ve done so much bad in my life; this job—dangerous missions in foreign places to stop whatever villain of the week, no matter how small—is my chance to make it right. Sure, retirement sounds nice sometimes, but I can’t see there being a point where I’ve done enough.”

“Nat, you’re a good person.” Clint instinctively reached across the table for her hand, hoping to offer reassurance in whatever way he could. “I see you, not your past, not—”

“But enough about me,” she shook her head and set an orange M&M in his palm, “it’s my turn to guess. Let’s see… Your favorite kill—and before you interrupt me, don’t—was that fucker in Prague that preyed on kids.”

“I’ll admit, he deserved it, but not all of them do.” Clint shrugged. “The world’s a better place with him gone, I’m glad I had a hand in removing a predator from it.”

“See, I knew you enjoyed at least some of the damage we cause!”

“Aren’t we supposed to prevent more damage? I think you forget that sometimes,” Clint teased, giving her a knowing look.

“Oh, whatever,” she laughed. “Can’t a girl have a little fun? We’re assassins, after all.”

“Yeah, fine, you win, I’m an idiot.” He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

“An idiot that’s almost out of chances.” Natasha smirked as she picked up the solitary red M&M in front of her. “Ready to lose, Barton?”

He tried to hold his smile, he really did, but nerves were getting the better of him. He’d waited months for an opportunity like this, for all the pieces to fall together just right. This wasn’t supposed to be the trip—the snow had moved in faster than predicted, he wasn’t as prepared as he would’ve liked—but there was no doubt in his mind that what he felt was real. He took a steadying breath and met her eyes. This was it, no going back.

“You love me.”

A deafening silence hung in the air, neither of them daring to so much as breathe. The candy slipped from Nat’s grasp and bounced off the edge of the table with a dull thunk. She blinked and looked down, tracing its path along the wooden floor until it rolled to a stop near the fireplace. No one moved.

“Nat?” He just needed her to look at him, he needed to see the truth in her eyes, in the lines of her face, but she just stared at the heat from the fire turning the candy shell glossy and thin. “Did I just lose?”

Finally, she turned back around, her expression blank, but her eyes revealed warring emotions beneath the surface.

“You love me,” she echoed quietly.

“With every fiber of my being.”

She searched his face for signs of deceit, but all she found was genuine earnestness; this was real, and she was expected to process it.

“You’re such a sap,” Nat smiled, laughing slightly, “but okay, let’s test your theory.”

She reached across the narrow table and grabbed his shirt to pull him in, their lips meeting in the middle. Clint slid a hand to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangled in her loose curls. Her grip on his shirt softened, and he felt her hands wind around to his back before twisting the fabric in her fists once more. All thoughts about the uncomfortable positioning ceased, just how close he was to falling off the edge of the chair no longer mattered. He’d imagined this moment countless times, but even his wildest dreams couldn’t live up to reality. He fully lost himself in the moment; all that existed were urgent kisses and racing hearts.

Eventually they parted, their breathing heavy, faces flushed, neither sure when the cabin had gotten quite so warm. Natasha laughed breathlessly and smoothed her hair, grinning like an idiot. For years, passion had been her business, but love? Love was new and exciting and wonderful.

“I guess we were both right,” Nat beamed, joy radiating from her, somehow making her even more beautiful than usual. Clint’s response got caught in this throat, all he could do was smile back. “Should we continue playing or…?”

Clint moved around the table to sit beside her and took her hand, their fingers automatically entwining, a perfect fit, as if this was how it was meant to be all along. “Forget the game, I’ve already won.”

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go-forth-and-live · 4 years ago

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Okay so I still don’t have enough of a grasp on Hazel to confidently suggest a suitable Pokémon (and I also can’t remember how familiar you are with Pokémon so I tried to write this for non-Pokémon people too) but

If you just straight-up want The Most Beautiful Pokémon, then it’s Milotic. The Pokédex outright states across all games that it’s “breathtakingly beautiful”, “said to be the most beautiful of all Pokémon”, “provided inspiration to many artists”, etc. The earliest games it appeared in even outright had a mechanic where you had to feed its tiny fish-self specific treats to raise its ‘Beauty’ stat in order to make it evolve. Probably also loosely based on mermaids and is supposed to have iridescent scales that make it look rainbow-ish. That said, Milotic is supposedly known for having calming abilities and being good at de-escalation of fights.

(I also don’t know enough about his past to know if it’s relevant/fitting or not, but tiny fish-self Feebas is also explained in the Pokédex as tattered and shoddy-looking, being largely ignored and/or ridiculed by trainers as a result. So the Feebas-Milotic transition is very Ugly Duckling-esque.)

A very different suggestion I have is Ninetales. It may not be hailed as The Most Beautiful Pokémon, but it’s still very beautiful nonetheless. It’s also a fox and foxes are often depicted as cunning tricksters in various old tales (and there’s probably some links to be found in actual Japanese nine-tailed fox legends too if we dig into those). The Pokédex entries for Ninetales don’t say much about it being beautiful or not besides the occasional comment on its tails, but they talk a lot about it being very smart and very vengeful/vindictive, about each of its tails having a unique mystic power, and how tugging on one of them can result in a 1000-year curse. And even though it’s listed only as a Fire-type, it has a good chunk of Ghost and Psychic type abilities it can learn, so I’d say it’s very tied to the spiritual realm and possibly death/afterlife as a whole. (In fact, I just now realized its pre-evolution, Vulpix, is almost always found in areas close to highly Ghost-oriented towns and locations, across all games it can be found in–they either gather around towns with a Ghost-type expert, or around Pokémon graveyards.)

And it comes with a regional variant, too! Poké-Hawaii has an Ice and Fairy-type Ninetales, which comes with just as many Ghost and Physic -type abilities as its strictly Fire counterpart and also generally found in Ghost-y/Death-y areas. The Pokédex on this one says that it’s bring down a blizzard and instantly freeze anyone that angers it and won’t forgive anyone who harms nature, and that it used to be revered as a deity incarnate who would guide people back down to the base of the mountain.

So there’s my essay on why Hazel is a spiteful magic fox I guess lmao

Ditto is the true MVP, no one else even bother this meme is CLOSED

i agree though i think this queen gives off some real serious Hazel energy.

#i love this u r seriously the best #submission

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randomguywithwords · 5 years ago

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The Curse Of One For All (Part 1 of ?)

The Global Security Council meeting convened. Obviously, it was not the official one. They saved the minor issues to distract the press, with their cameras and reporters jotting down every word or action by the leaders.

This meeting was done in secret, at a location undisclosed, with no cameras except surveillance both within the room and outside. Dubbed “The Room Where It Happens” as a little cultural joke, the real matters were settled here.

A figure stood up, a grey-haired lady dressed in a black dress with an opal necklace adorning her neck. Her eyes were like iron as she surveyed the room full of the people who decided life and death like they ordered breakfast. Some were presidents, some were leaders of conglomerates – but others, like her, were in charge of their national hero associations.

Codenamed Jackal, she spoke, “I believe the matter I brought to the table tonight was sent to you prior to this meeting, but I’ll repeat myself because I’m aware we can’t be bothered to do a little pre-reading.”

A low chuckle spread through the room. Jackal changed the slide to show a picture of a young boy, with green hair and freckles, no older than eighteen, it seemed.

“This is Nine. His real name is Izuku Midoriya. My Commission has kept his life under wraps, and only a room of people knew him before this meeting.”

“You came here to do a Show-and-Tell, Jackal?” Phoenix snarked, his crisp American voice sending another round of laughter through the room.

Jackal responded coolly, “I came here with a request and a proposition. It is, after all, what we do here, no?”

“Let her finish, Phoenix…” Dragon droned, sounding bored or lethargic – likely both.

“Firstly, my request,” Jackal said, “I would like some resources for improving this subject.”

“Like what?” Demon said from the other side of the room. “Awakening his quirk? Toss him in the jungle for three nights. The panthers will do the job.”

“We did. For a week. He was under a life-and-death threat throughout, and he only awakened more and more.”

“How many? Wasn’t the record by Rubik…” Blizzard snapped her fingers at Phoenix. “What did your guy do?”

“Three awakenings, each with empowered and expanded usage of his Chaos Theory.”

“I’m not referring to a static awakening, not one power spike after a near-death experience. It’s the fact that this quirk gets more and more powerful on a seemingly exponential rate.

“Why?” Phoenix said.

Jackal muttered something under her breath the council didn’t quite catch, only “Read...email...redundant…”

She changed the slide to a list of faces of men and women, with Nine’s face at the bottom. “Put simply, this quirk, codenamed Alpha, stockpiles power and can be passed on, giving future wielders all the quirks of previous wielders.”

Demon whistled. “Jackal, you sly dog. How long have you been keeping this from us?”

“Long enough to get a good idea of how this quirk works. I’m assuming you’re interested to learn more.”

“Eh,” Phoenix shrugged. “I don’t see how that kid’s any better than Comet.”

“Yes...I’m sure the people in Nevada enjoy even more craters in their backyard,” Jackal deadpanned, causing a rowdy laughter that reddened the man’s face. “But Alpha has the power rivalling Comet, plus the versatility. We’ve identified about three quirks so far, which is a milestone given how poorly the previous holders performed.”

She pointed at the people above Nine, to the face at the top. “This is Daijuro Banjo, the person we obtained Alpha from. The subsequent holders were all people whom we ran tests on. He is the fifth user of Alpha, based on the information he provided from our interrogations of him.

“Six, Seven and Eight. They didn’t accomplish much in terms of awakening Alpha. In fact they all perished early, just in time to transfer it to the next,” Jackal said, her tone neutral.

“But Nine is where it got interesting. So far, he’s managed to unlock the quirks of Five, Seven and one more unidentified user pre-Five. His power output also jumped from a constant 5% to 40% after the training we put him through.”

She played a video. “This is him at 5%.”

It showed Nine punching a tree. One hit, and it collapsed at the impact point, like an amateur woodcutter.

“And this is 40%.”

A similar punch, from ten feet away, sent a shockwave rippling through the ground like it was soup, sending chunks of rock and soil flying through the air. It was as if Nine had summoned a hurricane with his fist. The tree was nothing more than collateral damage, disappearing in the next few frames as the punch was thrown.

When the clouds of dust cleared after half a minute, there was a cone of barren ground ending where Nine was standing.

“So?” Jackal’s voice echoed in a silent, shocked room.

“That’s nice. So Japan’s got a powerhouse. You want resources, but you still haven’t said what we get out of this.” The deep voice of Leviathan rippled through the room after an age of silence, which sent some unease given Leviathan’s usual taciturn demeanour. If he spoke, it meant he was interested, and Jackal responded coolly.

“What about an army of soldiers wielding Alpha?” Jackal said.

Demon leaned forward with renewed interest. “How?”

“Alpha has a unique quirk factor, in that it’s not tied to a singular location on the body. It is the body. With the help of our surgeon, we’ve managed to transfer one of Nine’s arms onto another subject, tentative code name Ten. But it wasn’t...successful.”

“What’s the difference between the transference of Eight to Nine and Nine to Ten?”

“Eight to Nine was done with the genuine belief of being a hero. Both were quirkless, but had the ‘heart of a hero’, as the two liked to say. We’ve postulated that might have had some effect in terms of the power of Alpha. It’s a nebulous, frankly fantastical theory, but a plausible one nonetheless. After all, the transference from Nine to Ten was done...artificially. So it’s likely the tenth user could not handle the power.”

“What happened?” Demon asked.

“It’s on Page 65 if you would like to view the experiment. I’ve decided not to show it because of certain peoples’ weak stomachs.” Jackal’s eyes flickered towards Phoenix for a brief second.

Turning the page, Demon’s eyes widened for a moment before his face turned pale. “Ah, I see.”

“So…will you be able to replicate this quirk factor duplication successfully? I’m not sending my soldiers to...that.” Blizzard made a face.

“Well, that’s where I need a certain country’s research on quirk factors to make this successful.”

A new voice groaned at the corner of the room. “I figured it would come to this,” said Ouro. “Fine, you will have it, but I want a treaty that these never be used on German soil.”

“With your quirk, I don’t think you’ll need to worry.” Phoenix snorted.

“I’ll make the arrangements,” Jackal assured Ouro, who nodded.

“Anything else, Jackal?” Leviathan pressed on.

“If all goes well, no. Maybe some of your training grounds if the research reveals something new to use for Alpha’s improvement. I’ve yet to collate a list, but Siberia seems like a useful location.” Jackal looked to Blizzard, who waved dismissively.

“Which it never does,” Demon added. The others gave murmurs of assent.

“Are we done here?” Dragon chirped.

“I suppose,” Jackal said, and sat down. Despite obtaining everything she needed, there was no hint of satisfaction visible on her face.

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Hi, sorry for the silence. Exams. One last paper tomorrow, and I guess things might resume as per normal, but the pace is picking up so I suppose writings will be, on average, slower.

Also, I know this isn’t a story a lot of people would be interested in? It’s not a shipping fic, but it’s one I really liked to write, as I thought the premise of “What if the HPSC discovered OFA early?” was too good to not write. So all you HPSC haters get to see Izuku’s hellish life and hate them more, I guess. And yeah the HPSC isn’t going to come off well in this story. Like, at all. Not a fun AU.

I definitely have more planned, it’s not going to be a super long story like ATDS or TFTA, but I’m thinking 3 chapters or so.

#bnha #mha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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sweetmoxiety · 6 years ago

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Behind This Desperate Heart is A Mask (Part Three)

Hospital AU

AU Summary: A fall. A single fall. It may seem like nothing until it’s all consuming. What happens when the doctors struggle to diagnosis the disease responsible for Virgil’s rapid deterioration?

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Logan, and Thomas.

Pairings: Moxiety and Logince.

Word Count: 2470

Warnings: Like one swear word. I can’t think of anything else, but let me know if you find something that should be put in the warnings.

“Today isn’t the day to be making jokes about the weather!” Patton chuckled, mouth twitching into a smile as he gazed at the other lounging on the hospital bed, “It’s snow joke.”

Virgil shook his head, hiding a small grin behind his palm that the other couldn’t see. Patton had wandered into Virgil’s room once again to tote yet another new and awful pun with him, not that Virgil minded the attention or the distraction Patton had provided.

“Not that I don’t enjoy your company, Patton, but don’t you have other patients to check up on or something?” Virgil sat up slowly, sighing as he crossed his legs under the thin sheets.

“Nah, I’m on my break,” Patton’s eyes crinkled as he plopped down onto the chair beside Virgil’s bed, making it creak slightly as he shifted.

“You go on break a lot.”

“Do not,” Patton giggled, relaxing against the felted chair cover before peering over at Virgil again, “okay, maybe a little bit.”

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“Why is it called it ‘insomnia’, and not ‘resisting a rest’?” Patton leaned against the door frame, lifting an eyebrow as he peered at Virgil scrolling lazily through Tumblr on his phone.

“It’s like three in the morning, shouldn’t you be at home sleeping or something?” Virgil glanced up from his phone to see Patton striding closer to his bed before stopping at the foot of the mattress.

“Night shift,” Patton paused to lazily sip at his cold coffee, “What about you, shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Virgil sighed, scrolling aimlessly.

“Might be best to put your phone away. The light can make it hard to nap,” Patton frowned faintly with his eyes trained on the device in Virgil’s palm.

“Yeah…, I guess,” Virgil clicked his phone off, the blue light illuminating his cheeks disappearing as he plunked the device down onto the bedside table with an audible thud.

“Would you like to me to leave so you can get some rest?” Patton took yet another small sip from his cup as he eyed his patient through the dark.

“Uh, I guess- I mean, you probably have to help someone or something,” Virgil shrugged, casting a glance off to the side.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Patton smiled softly, slipping out of Virgil’s room into the bright hallway only after he’d seen the other man nod.

Taking another swig of his bitter and cold coffee, Patton discarded the cup into the nearest trash can as he sluggishly ambled towards the nurse’s station. He didn’t even know why he bothered drinking coffee -- It never perked him up, and it didn’t even taste good cold and sugarless.

“It would seem highly probable that we will be unable to go home after our shifts end.”

Patton turned to see Logan swiftly scribbling something onto a chart atop the nurse’s counter in pen.

“Hmm?” Patton plopped down into his swivel chair, combing a hand through his curly strands.

“We’re expected to get several feet of snow,” Logan eyed the page, eyes darting over his writing to check for mistakes before gathering up his clipboard and holding it to his chest.

“By morning?” Patton leaned against the back of his chair, covering a quiet yawn behind his palm.

“It would appear that way,” Logan paused, looking over at him before he pivoted to leave, “You should drink some coffee. You look tired, Patton.”

Gee… Thanks.

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“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Logan peered into the on-call room, spotting Roman splayed out carelessly on one of the bunks pressed against the wall. Flicking the light switch on unkindly, Logan strode towards the food counter to brew a fresh, steaming pot of coffee.

“Huh?” Roman groaned, shifting under the indigo sheets to rest on his elbows, “I need my beauty rest before I’m due to be on call.”

Shifting further, Roman tiredly swung his legs over the edge of the mattress to watch Logan as he added hot water to the coffee maker.

“You could join me if you like,” Roman wiggled his brows, grinning slyly over at Logan.

“I’ve got patients to tend to,” Logan huffed as he added coffee into the filter.

Roman frowned, stretching his stiff arms as he peered at the clock glued to the wall above Logan’s head. ‘4:27’

“At four in the morning?” Roman pouted slightly, not that Logan noticed as he pivoted to insert the basket into the machine.

“We work in a hospital, Roman,” Logan turned, furrowing his brow and pinching at the bridge of his nose, “so, yes, I have things I need to get done.”

“Fine. Could you toss me that granola bar?” Roman motioned towards the bar resting on the table between them.

“Fruits better for you,” Logan plucked a fruit from the basket on the counter and tossed him an apple instead.

“Granola is packed full of sugar. Fruit provides long-lasting energy and fiber to fill you up,” Logan clarified, swiveling as he heard the purr of the coffee machine beside him signaling for him to take the grinds out.

“Aww, you do care about me, nerd,” Roman cooed, smiling as he turned the glossy apple over in his calloused hands.

“I care about your health,” Logan corrected as he reached inside one of the cabinets to gather two mugs.

“Mhm.”

Logan rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he filled the two mugs up with the freshly brewed coffee. And with extra care, Logan poured a few packets of granulated sugar into one of steaming mugs.

Now, carefully grasping the ivory cups of warm coffee, Logan sauntered towards the agape door, “Goodbye, Roman.”

“What-,” Roman pouted, “no coffee for me?”

“No,” Logan shut the door to the doctors’ mess room with his heel before shuffling in the direction of the nurse’s station, shoes squeaking thunderously along the way.

Patton looked up at the sound of Logan’s shoes squeaking against the tile floors. Perhaps wearing his brand new shoes on his first day back was truly a mistake.

“I brought you a coffee,” Logan cautiously set the warm mug on the counter in front of Patton.

Leaning forward, Patton wrapped his hands around the mug, savoring the heat as he did so, “Thank you, Lo.”

Taking a tentative sip from the cup, Patton grinned a dopey, lopsided smile, “you remembered!”

Logan nodded wordlessly, smiling faintly as he carried his own mug with him to peer out the ice-laden windows a few feet away. Patton watched from his chair as Logan observed the crawling frost and the snow falling like white dove feathers.

“It’s been getting worse,” Patton spoke up, swiveling away from his computer, “like you said it would.”

Logan shifted to face Patton as he took another sip of his brew, “Unfortunately so.”

Pausing for a second to nurse his coffee, Logan continued, “Were you aware that this will be the worst blizzard in New York by government records?”

“That’s snow neat,” Patton chuckled from behind his coffee, fingers wrapped tightly around the mug as if Logan would snatch it away at any moment for making a joke.

Logan groaned out loud, shaking his head at the atrocity Patton called a ‘pun’.

“What? You don’t like my puns? How cold,” Patton’s amusement split his face from ear to ear. It was just too much fun!

Another huff, “As I was saying, Patton, this blizzard will be worse than the North American Blizzard of 2006 which dumped a full 26.9 inches of snow on New York City.”

“That’s snow good.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten you the coffee,” Logan gave a disapproving gesture, nearly flinging his own cup, “you’ve turned into an insatiable pun machine.”

“Okay- Okay, I’ll stop with the puns… for now,” Patton attempted but failed to suppress his giggles.

“Why do I put up with any of you?” Logan sighed, speaking mostly to himself.

“‘Cause you wouldn’t know what to do without us, glasses,” Roman snuck up behind him, grinning widely with his own coffee in hand.

Shifting to face Roman and opening his mouth to respond, Logan paused, shaking his head instead.

“You know, you could have poured me a cup too, Logan,” Roman tsk’d when Logan eyed the cup loosely in his grasp.

“I hope you didn’t dump creamer in that,” Logan rolled his eyes, knowing damn well that Roman had poured an ungodly amount of milk substitute into that tiny mug.

“Self-care,” Roman spoke with flare, taking a generous swig of his coffee concoction without a care in the world.

“I didn’t know self-care was increasing your risk of heart disease and stroke,” Logan shrugged, opting not to hide his smirk behind his own mug.

“You only live once, pocket protector,” Roman wore a pie-eating grin as he waved his free hand dramatically, “live a little!”

“I’m perfectly content, Roman.”

“If you say so, resident nerd,” Roman grinned, savoring the huff that tumbled from Logan’s chapped lips.

“Oh!” Patton interjected, nearly jumping out of his seat as he recalled Logan’s earlier request, “I’ve checked up on Virgil, like you asked, Lo.”

“Oh?” Logan raised a brow, cocking his head.

“I have his neurological check up right here - I was just typing it and a few other things into the electronic health record before doing rounds,” Patton explained, digging around for the clipboard with Virgil’s chart, “Ah! Here it is!”

“Could I see it for a moment, Patton?” Logan inquired, taking a step towards the nurse’s counter.

“Sure,” Patton beamed, the corners of his mouth quirking up as he passed Logan the charts, “Here ya go!”

“Thank you,” Logan set his drink down before scanning Patton’s chicken scratch, hoping to find something out of the ordinary hiding in Virgil’s apacely scrawled charts, yet he found nothing of the sort.

“I don’t see anything amiss,” Logan frowned as Roman peered uncomfortably over his shoulder to catch a glimpse.

“Let me take a look,” Roman reached for the clipboard but Logan immediately extended his arm to keep Roman’s paws away from the papers.

“Oh, come on, Lo. I’m just trying to help.”

Pausing for a moment, Logan sighed before surrendering the clipboard to the attending. And it was quiet for a moment as Roman examined Patton’s notes.

“No family history?” Roman furrowed his brow as he peered over at the nurse waiting expectantly.

“Oh-- Ro, it’s so sad-” Patton started, lips curled into a frown, “he went into foster care after his mother left and his father died.”

“No siblings? No aunts or uncles?” Roman questioned, uncertainty creeping into his voice. Who didn’t have a single relative?

“Nothing. He’s all alone!” Patton’s down-turned mouth deepened as he continued.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Logan added, unsure of what else to say to ease Patton’s woes... Perhaps a change in topic was in order?

“Yeah..,” Roman raked a hand through his hair as he handed the clipboard back to Logan, “It’s very sad, Pat.”

“I expect the blood test should provide us insight into his condition,” Logan reckoned, hoping that it would put Patton at ease for the time being.

“I hope so,” Patton shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“Oh- I’ve-” Roman paused, fishing his pager out of his pocket after an urgent buzz, gaze fixed on the words lighting up the screen, “I- I’ve got to go.”

“Hmm?” Logan tilted his head, watching as Roman pocketed his pager.

“Code pink,” Roman elucidated after noticing Patton and Logan’s confused gazes directed his way, “you can tag along if you like, Logan. It’d be a good experience.”

“Sure,” Logan shrugged, not hesitating to give in to Roman’s offer. Experience was experience after all. “Where to?”

“The ED,” Roman answered, throwing back an expectant glance at Logan as he neared the end of the hallway, “are you coming or not?”

“Oh, uh, yes,” Logan scurried after Roman, tagging closely behind as Roman yanked open the doors to the Emergency Department to speed in the direction of one of the filled cots. Upon reaching the cot, Logan noticed a small child with lips colored sapphire and skin pale as snow.

“Who applied direct heat?” Roman made a face, brow furrowing as he eyed the heating blanket, “Lo, can you go find something more appropriate?”

Nodding his head, Logan quickly stepped away from Roman’s side to find a thermal blanket for the patient instead.

“Hey, Sanders!” Roman called, eyes narrowing and head tilting slightly as he spotted Dr. Sanders advancing towards the nurse’s station, “You need to be watching your med students more closely.”

“Huh?” Dr. Sanders turned, caught off guard at Roman’s vexed tone.

“Your third-year used a heating pad on a patient with hypothermia,” Roman’s voice dripped with disapproval as his eyes darted between the kid and Dr. Sanders, which only served as a means to fan the flames of his irritation.

“Oh, shit,” Thomas bit his lip as he started towards Roman, “I leave her alone for one minute and she nearly burns a child.”

Running his fingers over his brows, Thomas sighed, “Thanks for the catch, Wilson.”

“It’s a good thing you paged me,” Roman’s voice oozed obvious displeasure.

Holding in an exasperated sigh, Roman eyed the hemodialysis machine - a machine typically used to filter blood in people with poor kidney function, “I see you started warming his blood with a hemodialysis machine. What’d you need to page me for?”

“The blood wasn’t warming at first,” Thomas frowned, monitoring the display to avoid the scrutiny of Roman’s miffed gaze.

“So, you’ve gotten the hypothermia under control?” Roman questioned, eyeing the unconscious patient with uncertainty.

“Got the blankets,” Logan returned, his voice slicing through the tension as his gaze darted between the two attendings with the blankets in his grasp.

“Good, wrap the patient up, would you?” Roman shifted, gesturing towards the kid.

“Sure, Roman,” Logan removed the heating blanket and began bundling the child up in tan blankets from head to toe. After all, direct heat can damage the skin or even cause irregular heartbeats so severe that they can cause the heart to stop completely.

Ignoring the flamboyant bickering that started up between the two attendings, Logan paused his bundling, peering at the systolic and diastolic pressure on the child’s heart monitor. Looking between the child and the monitor, Logan hesitated - the pressure was nearing 130/90. Perhaps these blankets would help to lower the blood pressure? After all, the cold makes the heart work harder to keep the body warm, and thus has the potential to increase blood pressure. Logically, the blankets and the hemodialysis machine should raise the child’s temperature and reduce the strain on the kid’s heart. Hopefully.

But it only took a mere second for the child’s heart rate to soar past a hundred, and it took only a fraction of the next second for the monitor to send out a scalding alert.

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moonguardsecrets · 6 years ago

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hi im berenal

So I'd like to preface by saying I don't really use this blog too much, I mostly read it every now and again but that's about it. I've been relatively quiet concerning this issue but frankly I don't think that's the right way to go about it anymore, so I'm just going to address some stuff.

I've always believed in being pretty transparent about my issues, especially beef with other people. So while this blog is all about being anonymous, I'm just going to put up my side of this whole thing.

1. Concerning my guild/our story. There's a post I've seen pop up a few times that we've accused Blizzard of copying our stuff for Drustvar. While there's some striking similarities between some of our stuff and Drustvar, we know that Blizzard doesn't care about some random guild on MG. It was a meme. Maybe it's cause sarcasm gets lost in text, idk, but we've never actually believed that our stuff was stolen. We've actually fully embraced the similarities and have been super looking forward to the Drust stuff cause it's a cool concept, but this idea that we've somehow been slighted by Blizzard/earnestly believe that there was a copy thing isn't true. It was a joke that I guess went over poorly outside of our guild. We still say it as a joke in our casual conversations, accusing a specific guild mate of being a blizzard spy whenever something funny happens. It's a little outlandish to me personally that it got taken seriously but hey I'm not going to point a finger around, I'm just clarifying that the Blades as a group doesn't actually think this.

As for my character, which I've seen people saying I try to roleplay Greymane, thanks I guess? Berenal as a character is meant to be insanely patriotic. If they ever turned Genn into a villain, Berenal would follow him, unless it was done so in a really weird way like old gods or something overtly obvious. The character is meant to echo Greymane's statements, but I've never tried to pass myself off as Genn IC or state I have absolute authority from him or whatever.

Our guild is centered around Gilneas foremost and we put a lot of our narrative in-house rather than post it up publicly because we don't believe in forcing an intrusive narrative. I know I've been accused of such personally when Flames of War was doing Ashenvale, though I'll address that a bit later.

2. Concerning the titles of ranks in the guild. Recently a post came out, which was deleted because it did include the name explicitly of our stuff, that was talking about a title given to one of my officers. The post included a mistranslation, saying it translated to queen. That's just blatantly not true. For some background, the position was a recent creation because our previous council system wasn't working too well for this branch so we downsized it to the main officer in charge of the branch of the guild.

Given that this is our pagan project, and they have their own language (which yes, we do proxy with Irish cause I'm not a linguist and I don't have the means or time to make my own language up), we used an amalgam of a few words to describe it. The title roughly translates to an arbitrator of law/leader of law. Not king, not queen. In fact it's not even a noble position either, it's an elected one that if Aleyina were to ever step down, it'd go to whoever was elected next. We use the title Grand Master, Spymaster, Rionasai, and a few others throughout the guild. They're all on the same level of 'power', and countless other guilds have similar structure. I'm not sure what drove the need to lie about that but I'd just like to clear that misconception up before I go into my next point.

3. Concerning the pagan project in my guild. My guild has had a pagan project in it for roughly 4-5 years. I put up the original article for it about almost a year after we started it. It's a story I personally started back in Mists of Pandaria and have cultivated alongside several others for years, it's something I only recently managed to hand off into other people's hands for running it because I couldn't focus on it, I have other narratives and stories that I tell in my guild, but here's the proof of how old this story is. (Note, at the time the Pagans were called "Wickers", which is actually where the whole drust meme even comes from on our side.)

https://i.imgur.com/7rgG9t5.png

I was fascinated with the bare minimal lore that Blizzard provided for the Old Ways and Harvest Witches/Wizards that I tried to expand on that by making a group of people based around the ideology of an expanded religion that roots its self from a common point in druidism.

What started originally as a side group grew into an entire branch of our guild and has since been something I've personally invested years worth of time growing and developing as a writing project alongside others. We've made a point of making nearly everything in this branch original content and it's at the point it's at after four to five years of growth and development alongside the main narrative of the guild. It's a project that I have personally cultivated with the help of others for years and has been personally invested into by the guild as a whole through nearly three expansions now.

On top of it, a while ago we were accused of having said our runes were celtic or something. That's not true. They're stylized elder futhark, we've never bothered to hide that. In fact, I've attached some images below.

https://i.imgur.com/q5MHveU.png

This is an image from Varian's grave in Stormwind. The runes are translatable elder futhark, and this is the closest representation to Common we have in the game.

https://i.imgur.com/C9jc7sG.png

This is an image from Haustvald in Stormheim. These runes too are Elder Futhark, though they've been slightly stylized and include some runes that are gibberish it's meant to represent Vrykul. The angle's a little bad but if you go there in game Elder Futhark is literally lining most of Stormheim. You can translate these as well, it's pretty nifty.

The premise of our written language for the project we have for runes has never been 'celtic', we just based it off whatever Blizzard ended up saying was 'humanity's language'. Our group takes some minor inspiration from norse and celtic themes, but the majority of it is original writing, and the runes themselves are based around the idea of having descended from vrykul runes; so we just kept to the format that Blizz themselves are using for humans in the game.

4. Concerning Flames of War. While this one has largely died down, I'd still like to address it. Flames of War is a team effort, something with over ten coordinators that all of us still actively communicate with one another fairly regularly. During this time I'd been claimed as a dictator, or that I was giving special attention to myself/my own. Flames of War has never been solely 'dictated' by my actions. Every major decision has been either voted on or come to consensus one way or another, including story decisions. Sure I'm the dude who made the server but I've forfeited any real 'power' that gives me in favor of a council system. Ergo, if you're mad at me for something that happened in Flames of War, I highly encourage you to re-assess the things that happened and either speak to myself or another coordinator. We're not in this for some weird power play or whatever, this is a video game in the end of the day and unlike some past 'moguls of the server', I'm earnestly just looking to make my virtual barbie doll be in some cool situations, not make him grand poobah of the alliance or whatever. I can speak on behalf of the rest of the team and say they feel the exact same way.

5. Concerning our adherence to lore. I know there's been some people who have accused my guild of breaking lore/saying I don't care about lore. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a giant lore fanatic and for whatever reason people use me like an almanac in a few servers for lore questions. I really honestly do try to keep the boundaries of my guild within reasonable lore parameters. Despite the rumors, no, my character doesn't have regular casual chats with Genn Greymane, no, our lands are not 'flawless with millions of gold and soldiers', no, we don't RP like we run Gilneas either. All we're trying to do is have fun with the game and tell a story of a rundown kingdom trying to get back on it's feet.

6. Concerning deleted secrets. Yes, I've requested secrets be deleted before because, honestly, ever since this nick-name stuff started it's stopped being remotely ambiguous. Sword of Genn isn't even remotely ambiguous. Neither is Knives of Greymane, that's just changing one word. The rules for the blog on the side state anything that can be considered trolling or abuse of anonymity is grounds for removal of secrets; so I've just used those rules since honestly, a lot of these are really weird accusations. Each time I've been willing/or have provided screenshots to prove the contrary. Not all secrets concerning my guild have been deleted; only the ones that break the rules. This segways into my final point.

As I said at the beginning of this huge post, I've always been a believer of transparency. If you have issue with me, or any of my guild mates, I'm honestly imploring people to contact me over Discord or in game. My tag is:

Berenal#0693 In game it's just Berenal, no weird letters. I'll be online in Boralus.

You don't need to contact me on your main account if you're afraid I'm going to 'out you' or whatever. Any conversation we have will be one on one between us. You can even delete it afterwards, I don't mind. So come to me on a throw-away discord account, let it out to my face, or maybe we can even hash out our differences. I'm more interested in getting this shit done with than trying to start a flame war, honestly. In the end of the day this is a game to me and mine, and we're all paying 15 bucks a month to have fun. I've cleared out my block list entirely, so there's nothing stopping people from contacting me.

I do hope folks reach out so we can hash our differences out and do our own thing, instead of whatever vendetta seems to have brewed up over play pretend for god knows what reason. I earnestly don't understand the point of the majority of these vitriolic posts; it just seems to subsist off the idea of throwing words around for what real reason? To upset people? I don't get it. I don't see what posting incessantly here about it does to fix anything.

If you've got issue with me or my guys come talk to me about it, my door's open.

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larksinging · 7 years ago

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hmmm talk about your fave parts of wow? what classes do you like playing the most? what lore do you like a lot? gimme the mmo deets

here’s the secret every wow player knows: wow lore is trash. wow writing is trash. absolute fucking garbage. you take the stuff you like, go “this is mine now”, and run with it yourself.

that being said, there are some lore aspects i like, at least in the broad strokes. dragons! i love wow dragons. theyre intellgient and strong and can take mortal guises, but they always find ways to make a dragon to fight. theres the five main flights (red/blue/green/bronze/black) each with their own domain to look after and dragon aspect at the head. and then there’s the offshoot groups like the netherwings or the twilight dragons and everything... okay i could go on and on but wow dragons are cool!

theres also stuff like... the inherent tragedy in the blood elves or the draenei, which i won’t get into much to avoid rambling, but! wow has a few races affected by some huge disaster that provides basically everyone a tragic backstory that are always prime material for characters. i like that.

my main is a druid, and honestly wow druids are why i ever bothered to play it in the first place. you turn into an animal!!! you can turn into a big cool cat!! and that’s how you fight! i love that. on a more technical level, wow druids are a little special since they have 4 available specs instead of three, and so there’s a spec for each of the main roles: a melee dps, a ranged dps, a tank, and a healer. soo they’re really versatile and even if i play feral, the melee dps, it’s nice to know in a pinch i can swap over to one of the others. but honestly i love feral because i can just sneak through everything and get lost

actually i should give it credit, the basic setup of the horde vs the alliance is pretty good. i mean, 90% of people hate it when the plot is centered around it (see why everyone is so >_> at the concept of BFA), but... there is something to be said for having to share a world with an enemy faction. and you know it’s hard to balance something like this and not make one side end up being strictly good vs evil, or for people to take a good vs evil conflict and soften the evil side too much where it because awkward and uncomfortable. its been like, what, 15 years? and its still hard to say that the horde is evil or anything. like okay maybe in BFA the horde is doing some baaad shit but that might be another garrosh situation where it splits into “the bad horde, aka the raid bosses” and “the good horde, aka the players”. i think the balance is maintained by the fact the two groups are just generally a collection of different races. like sure the warchief and the forsaken and orcs might be bad, but the tauren, troll, and blood elves? theyre chill. the draenei and the night elves might be good but the humans and the worgens are doing some shady shit! anyway its nice that... debate aside, the ever-running arguments never hardcore feel like apologism, if you know what i mean?

okay ive saved the best for last: the best part about wow is the world. people will tell you oh it’s the raiding, or lore, or social aspect. NO. its the actual world. blizzard is very good at environmental design. you can see this in overwatch too: they make locations that just feel good to exist in! and wow, being an mmo, is ALL about running around the world and doing bullshit. honestly i might even argue that wow has some of the most striking in-game locations in gaming, since they just... they just stick with you.

and its not all just one kind, like you get all sorts of environments. theres pretty forests like val’sharah, or wide deserts like tanaris, spooky zones like deadwind pass or hillsbrad foothills, the alpine stuff of grizzly hills, weird alien zones like... hellfire pensisula, i guess, BC zones aren’t my favorite, but anyways. sometimes i really enjoy just flying around or running around a zone, doing something mindless, because it feels so good to just be in that zone! i have a few favorites that have some more subtle and obscure habitats (like aszuna, desolace, shadowmoon, most of pandaria) but yeah. even the old clunky vanilla zones with their square trees all have such a FEEL to them

this is getting long but anyway wow might be a trash game but it somehow manages

#wow tag #idk what else to tag this #thanks!!#i mean i could gush about all sorts of things about wow for hours but #wow might be a shitty game in many way but #the things i love.. i really love #numinousbones

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salsabubble · 7 years ago

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👊 ❄️ 🍸 ⚔️ for... whoever you like I’m not super familiar with your characters yet. Preferably a lot of them.

Certainly! Thank you for the ask, it’s greatly appreciated! Sorry it took a while, I wanted to write up something good for this. Answer’s under the cut!

Fizz

👊 - Describe their fighting style!

Ferocious and straightforward, though he has been known to use ‘tactics’ of some sort. He can plan and such, just often he doesn’t really do it. Wolfboy prefers to fight using his fists and claws over anything he can use to fight with, and he’s certainly not above biting and using anything at his disposal to catch someone off guard. He rarely fights ‘for real’ though, preferring to fight for fun. Scrapping and brawling and the like!

❄ - What kind of weather do they prefer, and why?

He prefers rain, themore the better. If he’s not hiding under a pile of blankets during it, being cozy because listening to the sound of rain falling is amazing and really helps him relax, he’s running around outside.

Though he also prefers sunny weather, because that gives him a reason to run around coatless and show off some.

But I guess he also really like snow, cuz SNOWBALL FIGHTS and ROLLING AROUND IN SHOW and MAKING SNOWSURAS.

So I guess he doesn’t really prefer any kind of weather. It’s all amazing and awesome to him.

🍸 - How would they celebrate a major event? (birthday, anniversary, etc)

Oh he’d go completely out of control with preparing stuff. A party is a reason to have friends over, and he really really really does like his friends! Any way he can invite some over will be utilized to the fullest to get more people close to him, because after all a party isn’t a party without friends!

⚔ - Is there a significance to the weapons they wield? Do they have names?

No, there’s not. He gave his sister the idea (she’s pretty smart, see) to create elemental gauntlets for him, which is an idea -he- got out of a dream in which he shot lightning from his hands. What she came up with wasn’t really what he had anticipated or expected, but it was awesome anyway!

They don’t really have names either, though Fizz calls his arms ‘left’ and ‘right’ sometimes.

Zzyot

👊 - Describe their fighting style!

He fights in the most brutal way possible, and is extremely straightforward. While preferring to use his claws, teeth, tail, and generally everything, he will also use everything he has at his disposal to get the one he’s fighting on the ground and no longer moving.

Depending on the sort of fight, however, this might change. If he’s actually fighting for survival he’ll continue beating what’s in front of him until it’s actually no longer alive (because these situations usually entail that he’s extremely angry) and isn’t above trying to literally tear things off.

But of course there’s also the fighting for fun. Mostly the fun of others, true, but still. In these situations he doesn’t punch or actively harm, but rather just deflects and weathers hits where he can. Taking a hold of fists and pushing them aside gently and such.

❄ - What kind of weather do they prefer, and why?

Crocoboy prefers warm, humid weather. Not extremely hot, but just sunny and on the warm side is perfect for him. With weather like this he can often be found sleeping somewhere in the sun, sprawled out on whatever surface he can find. He does prefer to sleep on sand however. He prefers to sleep on a beach even more, because that means he can go and swim whenever he wants to.

🍸 - How would they celebrate a major event? (birthday, anniversary, etc)

I don’t think he really would, in any situation. He hates attention and being stared at, no matter what it is for, and would most likely just invite one or two people to talk with for a little before all going on their merry way again.

⚔ - Is there a significance to the weapons they wield? Do they have names?

While not particularly wielding any weapons most of the time, he -does- have one weapon he uses occasionally. Or rather, a weapon he used back when he still had a ‘job’ in the Inquest (the Megakrewe think he’s dead and he’d rather keep it that way). In this case this is a giant greatsaw he customized himself. It’s simply too big and heavy for anybody else to wield, but he manages just fine. Now he just keeps it around, maintaining and improving the thing for when it’s needed again.

Bhazz

👊 - Describe their fighting style!

If he can help it, Bhazz doesn’t fight. He’s a pacifist if there ever was one (though for some reason he thinks sparring and training is fine), but of course he can’t avoid every combat. Whenever he -does- have to fight he assumes the role of wall, taking and blocking hits and waiting for the other to tire out and surrender.

Whenever he goes on the offensive it’s with grapples and holds, no punching or other sudden and violent movements.

❄ - What kind of weather do they prefer, and why?

There isn’t really a sort of weather he prefers, honestly. Though, if he can help it he would like it to stay dry and on the warm side, because rain makes him somewhat sullen and dreary. Not too much, but enough for him to start thinking on how things were before the Inquest turned him into what they turned him into.

🍸 - How would they celebrate a major event? (birthday, anniversary, etc)

He’d celebrate it with his family! Despite the fact that he was changed beyond being classified as ‘Asura’ in some cases, his family never stopped loving him. Any celebration or occasion to come together is taken with both hands, and the entire day is usually spent at his family’s side. Sometimes they just enjoy eachother’s company, sometimes they play boardgames or do physical games like wrestling and anything you can think of, but they -always- enjoy the time to the fullest.

⚔ - Is there a significance to the weapons they wield? Do they have names?

His weapons don’t have names, and they don’t really have any significance whatsoever. It takes a lot for him to pull out his weapons, and if at all possible he avoids it however hard he has to avoid it to make sure it doesn’t happen. The one tool for combat he -does- pull out rather often (comparing how often he fights for real to how often he pulls it out) is a barrier shield.

Z-31

👊 - Describe their fighting style!

Long story short? Like an animal. His preference is to lurk underground and snag people away from the surface, all sneaky-like and assassin all the way. But of course in fights he can’t really go underground and hide, so when he’s not the one initiating the combat he’ll make himself small (however well that goes for an over-eight-feet-tall freak) and violently lash out to anything that comes close to him.

He wouldn’t initiate combat himself though, most likely. He’s a cuddlebutt.

❄ - What kind of weather do they prefer, and why?

He doesn’t really prefer any kind of weather, though he would want it to be dry whenever it can be. Rain is complicated for someone like him, because it fills everything around him with sound. And for someone who relies primarily on his hearing (because of the metal clamp over his eyes) that’s very annoying.

That and rain makes the ground all soggy and muddy. You know how annoying that is to dig in? I mean it feels funny, but… yegh. It gets everywhere, and then dries up!

🍸 - How would they celebrate a major event? (birthday, anniversary, etc)

I doubt he would at all. He’s completely clueless what a ‘major event’ even means, let alone celebrating them! Of course if someone starts a celebration somewhere immediately around him he’d join in, but… no, he wouldn’t start anything himself. He doesn’t even remember his own name, so remembering birthdays is out of the question.

⚔ - Is there a significance to the weapons they wield? Do they have names?

Wurmboye doesn’t use weapons, unless you count that what the experiments have provided to him; A big tail, mandibles and lotsa teeth, MASSIVE claws, and armor plating.

Yacc

👊 - Describe their fighting style!

If he can help it not at all. Despite the size and brawn, Yacc’s -extremely- timid and shy, and even regular conversation is enough to fluster him. When he does fight it’s mostly slow shoving, pulling, and pushing, using strength rather than speed to get enemies to the ground as gently as possible.

Of course this all doesn’t apply when he loses it. This happens very rarely, but it is something akin to a stampede when it happens. In this case you’d best just get out of the way, because (despite not being sharp!) those horns hurt.

❄ - What kind of weather do they prefer, and why?

As cold as it can get. Gifted with a very high body temperature and fur, Yacc’s incredibly resistant to cold. Which is why he lives in the Shiverpeaks. In his case, the cold -actually- never bothered him anyway.

The kind of weather he particularly enjoys, however, are blizzards. That’s the time to huddle up with the people you like and be comfortable together, and in his case serving as a giant heater for the people around him. Which is, of course, something that makes him blush like a maniac, but hey! That just amps up the temperature just that tiny bit more, no?

🍸 - How would they celebrate a major event? (birthday, anniversary, etc)

Yacc would celebrate any event with one of the two people he actually trusts; his friend Rhaull or his boyfriend Kexx. It wouldn’t be a big party at all, just a getting together and exchanging some stuff before going back to work, but… it’d be nice and comfortable. Probably with food in the evening.

⚔ - Is there a significance to the weapons they wield? Do they have names?

Yacc doesn’t particularly use weapons of significance. His hammer serves him well of course, whenever he does need it, but he’s not at all a fighter.

I’ll uh… I’ll end it here, to avoid it becoming too long ^^; Thanks so much for the ask, and feel free to ask again if you wanna know more!

#ask #answer #Salsa(text)bubbles #scarecrowmes #Thank you so much <3

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sanders-specs · 7 years ago

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I’ll Be Home Chapter 5

Summary: All Roman and Logan want to do is get home for Christmas. They'd been away from their boyfriends for months on separate jobs, and are looking forward to getting home. Neither one of them will let some blizzard get in their way, even though Patton and Virgil insist they stay put. The lengths they'll go to get home is great, even if it means facing mother nature at her worst.

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! This has been so fun to write and I’m glad you guys have enjoyed it as much as I have. Thank you all for your support :) I hope you enjoy!

slight disclaimer- I used Google Translate for the Italian so apologies if it’s not quite right

Paring: LAMP

Warnings: Swearing, homesickness, near hypothermia

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Logan really didn’t know how he came to be here. The past day seemed to have flown by in a blur. Was it really just this morning he’d been sleeping next to Susan on a train? Was it just this morning he’d been on a train? And now…now he was eating dinner at a strangers house.

“Mr. Logan are you okay?” Luna asks.

Logan blinked and refocused in on his hosts. Luna was looking over at him with big concerned eyes.

“Yes, Luna, I’m fine. It’s just been an…odd day,” Logan says, taking another bite of his spaghetti.

“Is it because your train left?” Luna asks.

“Ah, yes that’s part of it.”

“Luna, eat your dinner,” Kai says, clearly taking pity on Logan. “remember you have to finish eating if you want to help Mama with the cookies.”

“Okay!” Luna says, starting to eat her pasta with renewed energy. Logan saw Arlo smile a little out of the corner of his eye.

“We’ve been doing cookie tests,” Arlo explains to Logan. “To see which ones are the best for Santa this year.”

“Tonight, peanut butter!” Luna exclaims. “Will you be our taste tester Mr. Logan? Mom always says the same thing no matter what we give her.”

Kai pretends to look offended. “It’s not my fault you two are wonderful bakers.”

“You just like the food,” Arlo mutters.

Kai rolls their eyes, though they were smiling fondly. “Well…you’re not wrong.”

Logan found himself smiling to himself. The two rather reminded him a bit of Roman and Virgil, in the way they bickered.

“Will you, Mr. Logan?” Luna asks again, cutting off her parents.

“I’d be honored,” Logan says, knowing there was no way he could ever say no to those hopeful eyes. Also for the sake of staying on the good side of her parents.

Luna grins and happily goes back to her dinner, satisfied.

“I can’t put my finger on it.”

Logan looked up from where he’d been sitting in their living room, reading a book he’d read probably a thousand times on this trip home. Kai was sitting in an arm chair on the other side of the room, studying him. In the kitchen, the sound of Luna’s and Arlo’s giggles sounded.

“Pardon?” Logan asks.

“I can’t figure out why Luna likes you so much,” they say. “Believe it or not, she’s not one to take to strangers so easily.”

Logan just shakes his head. “I could not tell you.”

“Hm,” Kai says, shaking their head. “I suppose there is something trustworthy about you. Still, though, it’s weird.”

Logan didn’t exactly know how to respond to that, but thankfully he didn’t have to, because Kai went on.

“We’ve got a friend who could possibly drive you to Richmond,” Kai says. “I’ll try calling him tonight. He’s got family in the city so it wouldn’t be a bother for him. At least it shouldn’t. after that, though…”

“Once in Richmond, I can walk,” Logan says. “I know the way well enough.”

Kai raises their eyebrows. “You’re going to walk? In this weather?”

Logan shrugs. He’d been thinking about this for a while now. He didn’t want any of them to have to get on the roads (Logan knew first hand that none of them could drive on icy roads), however because Logan had worked in Richmond for years, he knew how to get home. He explained this to Kai, who only shook their head.

“It’d be better to just call them,” they say.

“Perhaps,” Logan agrees. “However, I do not know the status of Roman, if he is home or not. I do not want him to get home and Patton or Virgil not there to greet him.”

“Might be better than hypothermia,” Kai points out

Logan opened his mouth to answer, but just then Luna came running in, covered in flour and batter. Arlo came chasing after her, both of them laughing. Luna attempted to hide behind Kai, but Kai just scooped her up, spinning her around.

Logan smiled as he watched them. they were an odd bunch, sure, but then again, the best people were. Besides, Luna was obviously loved, and that was the most important thing. Besides, Logan couldn’t possibly say anything considering the personalities of his own boyfriends. He couldn’t help but think if they’d had a child how much Patton would dote on them, how much fun Roman would have playing with them, how Virgil would know just how to take care of them…

Logan stopped that thought process before it could spiral. There wasn’t going to be a child in their lives for quite some time, if ever. Still, though, watching this family…he couldn’t help but think about what if.

After Luna had gotten a bath and the cookies were in the oven, Kai disappeared upstairs to call their friend, they said, to see about getting Logan a ride. That left Logan with Arlo and Luna, watching the Polar Express as they waited for the cookies to be done. Once they were, Arlo left to take them out of the oven.

“Mr. Logan?”

Logan looked over at Luna to where she was sitting on the floor, playing with her own toy train. “Yes?”

“You were in Italy for a long time, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you said you were teaching kids there English.”

“That is correct.”

“Does that mean you know how to speak Italian?” she looked up at him then, her head tilted.

“Well,” Logan considered this, “I’m in no way fluent, however I know enough to hold a conversation or communicate with my students.”

Luna nodded, looking back down at her train. Logan frowned. “Why? Is there something you wish to know the meaning of in Italian?”

“Kinda,” Luna mutters.

“Then perhaps I could help you,” Logan says.

Luna’s seems to consider it for a moment. “How do you say, ‘I love you’?”

Logan blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“I know how to say it in English, Spanish, and French,” Luna explains, almost shyly. “Mama and Mom always tell each other they love them in those languages. I don’t know why. But I want to learn how to say it in all sorts of languages so if I ever come across someone who speaks that language, I’ll always be able to tell them that.”

It was such childish logic that Logan smiled at the sheer simplicity of it.

“What a perfect reason,” he says. “Very well, I believe the phrase is ti amo. Very similar to Spanish.”

He watched as Luna mouthed the words, matching the way Logan had pronounced it. Then she looked up at him. “Do you say it to your boyfriends?”

“Of course,” Logan says. “I always tell them that I love them.”

“But in Italian?”

Logan couldn’t help the amused smile on his lips. “Yes, sometimes. They pretend to be annoyed sometimes, though.”

Luna smiled a little at that. “Just like Mom and Mama.” She pauses for a moment in thought. “What are they like?” she asks.

Logan took a moment to think on that one. His first instinct was to say amazing, but he knew that a child like Luna would not take that answer. “They’re…well Roman’s dramatic. He’s an actor, you see, so he is very into the eccentrics. Patton is very caring and loves just about everything…” Logan went on and on. The more he talked about his boyfriends, though, the more his heart ached. He hoped Patton and Virgil ate. He hoped Roman was being careful on the road. Hell, he hoped Roman had made it home already…

“Luna, do you want to come pick out some decorations?” Arlo calls from the kitchen, breaking Logan out of his thoughts.

Luna perks up. “Coming Mama!” she gets up to leave, but smiles at Logan. “Thank you, Mr. Logan,” she says, patting his arm as if providing comfort, before skipping out of the room.

Logan shook his head. He’d never understand children.

Five cookies and a slight stomach ache later, Logan was settling into the Rose’s guest bedroom. He could hear Kai and Arlo putting Luna to bed down the hall, their voices soft to the point where he couldn’t make out any words. letting out a breath Logan fell back on the bed. This day had been…exhausting. He still wasn’t completely adjusted to the new time, either, so even though he’d had a rather eventful day, he doubted he’d be falling asleep any time soon.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Logan looked up and saw Kai standing in the doorway. “Our friend, Holland said he’d take you to Richmond. Said he’d probably be here in the afternoon to let it warm up a little.”

Logan nodded. “I appreciate everything you and your family have done for me,” Logan says. “I…do not know what I would’ve done.”

Kai shrugs. “You would’ve figured it out, I guess,” they say. “But you’re welcome. Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight,” Logan says, and they left.

Sighing, Logan turns the light off and rolls onto the bed. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and he was so, so close. One more drive, and he’d be there. He’d walk all the way from Richmond. Sure, he might get scolded by his boyfriends for it, but Logan was too homesick right now to really care.

He’d call them in the morning, but only when his news would be good news. He hoped with all of his heart that Roman was home, or at the very least safe. Maybe he was with Patton and Virgil now. The thought made Logan smile to himself. Knowing those three they probably made a big deal out of everything.

Snuggling into the pillows, Logan sighed. Soon. He’d be with them soon.

“Do you have to go Mr. Logan?” Luna asked as Logan set his back pack down on the couch.

“I do need to get home,” Logan says.

Luna pouts, which honestly just confused Logan. As entertaining as Luna’s questions and mindset were, he didn’t quite get what she liked about him. He’d been a mere stranger just a day ago.

“Luna, Logan has to go back to his family,” Arlo says, kneeling by her daughter and kissing her cheek. “We can’t keep him away from them, can we?”

Luna pouts a little. “no…” she looks up at him. “But you’ll tell us you got there okay, right? I remember when Grammy was out in the snow she was stuck for two whole days and couldn’t call anyone. So promise?”

A bit taken aback by Luna’s request, Logan looks at Arlo, who sighs, standing. “It would be nice to know you got home safe,” she says. “Here.” She hands him a card that said ‘Doctor Arlo Rose, psychiatrist’ with a phone number and address on it. “It’s my work number, but whenever I take time off it directs to the phone I keep here,” Arlo explains. “No one ever really calls during the holidays, though, unless there’s some emergency, so if it rings I answer it.”

Logan nods, tucking the card into the pocket of his jacket. Kai came in then, smiling at Luna before looking up at Logan. “Holland’s here.”

Logan picks up his backpack and looks at the family. “I sincerely thank you for your hospitality,” he says. “You…did not have to take me in.”

“It’s no problem, Logan,” Arlo says. “We just hope you get home okay.”

Logan gives a small smile and nods, about to follow Kai out the door. “Wait!” Luna exclaimed. “I almost forgot!”

Logan paused and turned to see Luna run back into the kitchen. She came back a moment later with a box. “Cookies!” she exclaims. “For you and your boyfriends. You said they liked cookies, right?”

For a moment, Logan was too surprised to say anything, but then he grinned. He knelt and took the box from Luna. “They love cookies,” Logan says. “And I’m positive they will love these. Thank you, Luna.”

Luna beamed and then went to stand with Arlo, who was smiling almost proudly at her daughter. Kai, too, seemed to be holding back a smile. When Logan turned to them, they quickly turned away, clearing their throat. “Be safe Logan,” they say as he leaves. He turns and smiles, giving a small wave to the three as he walked towards the truck waiting for him.

The car ride was…awkward, to say the least. Holland, while seeming to be a nice enough guy, obviously didn’t share any of the same interests as Logan. Ten minutes down the road and that was painfully obvious. From music tastes to what they generally like to talk about, so most of the ride was silent. It was only when Logan saw a sign that said they were over half-way to Richmond did Logan speak up.

“May I borrow your phone?” He asks.

Holland looked over at him. “Something wrong with yours?”

“It’s dead.”

Holland nodded and handed his phone to Logan, dial pad ready. Logan thanked Virgil’s worrisome brain for making them memorize each other’s numbers as he quickly dialed Patton’s.

The phone rang for a few moments before Patton answered. “Hello?”

“Patton,” Logan says, feeling his lips curl into a small smile.

“Logan!” Patton exclaims, relief in his voice. “Thank goodness! We were so worried.”

“I apologize for that,” Logan says with a small sigh. “Things have been strange, I suppose you could put it.”

“Pat, pat, let me talk to him.”

“We can all talk to him, Princey,”

“But I really want to talk to him.”

“Is that Roman?” Logan asks, feeling as if a thousand weights had been lifted off of him.

“Yeah! He got back last night. Hold on I’ll put you on speaker.” There was a brief pause and then, “Logan!”

Logan smiled. “Hello Roman, I’m glad you hear that you made it home safely.”

“It is nice to be back,” Roman says. “But we’re missing you! How much longer?”

Logan glances out the window. “Maybe…I don’t know.” their journey had taken twice as long as Logan had initially thought, thanks to the snow.

“We tried calling the number you called from yesterday a few hours ago,” Virgil says. “Someone named Arlo answered?”

“Logan, she said you had to stay with them because the train left you?” Patton asks. “What happened?”

“Long story short, my dears, I was stranded for a while before Arlo and her family were kind enough to let me sleep at their house,” Logan says. “However now I am growing closer to you every minute.”

“Do you…do you think you’ll be home by tonight?” Virgil asks nervously.

“I sincerely hope so, my dear,” Logan says gently.

“Hey man I need to call my own family,” Holland says.

Logan sighs. “Yes, of course,” he replies before turning his attention back to his phone call. “I must go.”

“Logan wait, please,” Patton says. “We’ve barely heard anything from you. We…we miss you!” Logan could hear Patton’s voice start to shake, and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his own emotions under control.

“I know Patton. I’m sorry for this.”

“Just get home to us safely, nerd,” Roman says.

“I will.” Logan promises. “I love you all.”

“We love you Lo,” Virgil says. “Stay safe.”

The call ended, leaving Logan with an ache in his chest. He silently handed over the phone to Holland, and kept his eyes on the window for the rest of the car ride.

When Logan saw the familiar city, he almost wanted to cry. Almost there. He was almost there.

It was nearly dark, their drive having taken much longer than it should have because of the snow and ice. Thanks to the truck, however, it went far better than Logan could have hoped for (and considering the few days he’s had, his expectations were fairly low).

Logan wasn’t exactly sure where Holland would drop him off at, so he was slightly surprised when the drove through the city and left it. He glanced at the other man, confused. “I thought you had relatives in the city.”

“Nah,” Holland says. “They live just a bit outside. Where do you live? I can probably drop you off.

“My home is not for another half hour, at least.” Logan says.

Holland nods. “Kai said that you were going to walk. Are you sure about that?”

“No offense, but any other mode of transportation has failed me, so forgive me if I trust my own legs more.”

Holland actually chuckled at that. “Fair enough. But it’s cold enough that maybe second guessing that is a good idea.”

“Perhaps,” Logan says. “However I am confident I can handle it. Besides, I do not wish to keep you away from your family, especially on Christmas Eve.”

“Okay how about this?” Holland says. “I drive you half-way between our houses. That way I still get to my family dinner at a decent time, and you don’t stay out in this cold for longer than you have to. Also, Kai and Arlo won’t kick my ass as hard.”

Logan thought about it for a moment. “I suppose that is sufficient.”

It turned out that half-way between their houses mean an hour’s walk for Logan. An hour. He could handle that.

Holland pulled over on the side of the road and put the truck in park.

“Thank you for your help,” Logan says. “I deeply appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Holland says with a smile.

Logan turns to leave, but Holland stops him. “Whoa, there, you don’t think I’m letting you walk out in the snow like that?”

Logan gave him a confused look, but Holland just reached into the back seat. He pulled a jacket as well as an assortment of other clothing items and put them on the seat between them.

“This jacket,” Holland says, “is great. It’s a hunting jacket, so it’s meant to keep you warm in extreme colds. Then of course we’ve got the gloves and hat, and here’s an extra pair of socks.”

Logan looked at the clothing. “I…I couldn’t…”

“Hey, better to be safe than sorry,” Holland says. “You can either keep it or mail it back to Kai and Arlo if you want. Oh, and here’s a flashlight so you’ll be able to see when it gets really dark.”

Logan looked up at Holland. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Holland says with a satisfied smile. “Sure you don’t want me to drive you the rest of the way?”

“You should get to your family,” Logan says, putting all the gear on. “And I should get to mine.”

The streets were so dark. It seemed that with all of the snow, a lot of people had lost power. A few people had generators in their homes, but most seemed to be completely without power. The streetlights, too, were out, making the night weirdly dark and quiet.

Despite the fact that the sun had set and no other lights seemed to be on, though, there seemed to be some kind of light around him. He could see, at least, fairly well without the flashlight—which he used only when needed so he could keep his hands warm—and the night was silent thanks to all the snow. It was oddly beautiful.

After about half an hour of walking, it started to snow again. Great. Just what Logan needed. He hunched in the slightly oversized jacket more, trying to keep as much as himself warm as possible. Despite the extra layers, he was starting to shiver, the cold slowly creeping in. He kept his focus on his walking, making sure to keep an eye out for familiar signs. With everything covered in snow, though…it was hard. Really hard.

Eventually it got to the point where he didn’t know how long he’d been walking, but it felt like too long. More than the hour he’d expected. It was becoming harder to think the colder he got. He kept slipping on ice too, making him fall. He probably had about a dozen bruises at this point.

He couldn’t feel his toes. Or his face. He could barely see in front of him, he couldn’t even hold the flashlight still. He could hardly think past the cold that was almost burning. Mostly, though, he had no clue where he was.

Patton stoked the fire, holding his hands in front of it to warm them. they’d been without power for a few hours now, and they were starting to feel the cold. Thankfully they had a fireplace to warm the living room, and each other to cuddle with.

“It’s getting late,” Virgil muttered. He was sitting by the window, staring out at the front lawn. “Do you think he’s okay.”

Patton and Roman shared a look. The truth was, they didn’t know. Not any more than Virgil did. They were all worried. “You’re just going to drive yourself crazy there, love,” Roman says gently. “Come sit by the fire with us?”

Virgil sighs, looking like he was about to stand up and join them, but then he looked out the window and jumped up. “Someone’s out there.”

Patton and Roman hurried to the window and followed Virgil’s gaze. Sure enough, someone was stumbling outside, looking frozen. They all watched as the person stumbled and fell sideways right into their yard and didn’t try to get back up.

“Oh my stars!” Roman exclaims. He was already reaching for his boots and jacket.

“Virgil help me get some more blankets,” Patton says, hurrying towards the back of the house.

Roman raced out to the person, who still didn’t seem to be movie. He ignored the cold as he knelt in the snow and turned the person over.

“Logan?” he gasps. It was most definitely the face of his boyfriend, his lips blue and his eyes drooping.

“Roman?” Logan muttered, looking up at him as if he didn’t believe that Roman was there.

“My love!” Roman exclaims. “What on earth…” Roman shook his head. Now wasn’t the time. He quickly scooped Logan up and hurried to the house. They needed to get him warm.

“It’s Logan!” Roman calls when he gets back to the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Logan?” Virgil asks, rushing over to him.

Patton was just staring, looking slightly scared.

“Come on, we need to get him out of the wet clothes and by the fire, now,” Roman says, moving towards the fire. He set Logan down as close as possible, Virgil kneeling with them to sit behind Logan and help to take off his backpack, then jackets. That just seemed to make Logan shiver more. Virgil started rubbing his arms while Roman removed Logan’s shoes. “Patton get the blankets,” Roman tells him, “and some new clothes for Lo.”

Patton nodded and left, coming back with even more piles of cloth. The boys were quick to get Logan into dry clothes, and then wrap him up in blankets. All the while, his eyes and head were starting to droop.

“Logan, baby I need you to stay with us,” Roman says, trying to shake Logan awake. “Virgil try to keep him awake.”

Logan, for his part, seemed to be trying. He kept shaking his head, and moving around slightly, looking at each of them as if he couldn’t believe they were there.

“At least…I made it,” Logan says with a small sigh, leaning against Virgil.

“You absolute dumbass,” Virgil says, shaking his head. “What made you think walking would be a good idea?”

“Couldn’t trust anything else,” Logan mutters. “It was a matter of time before the truck broke down too.”

None of them knew what he was talking about, but they figured they’d get the full story when Logan wasn’t on the brink of hypothermia.

“I’ll warm up some soup for you,” Patton says.

“I’m going to get some hot water to try and warm his feet up with,” Roman says. He caresses Logan’s cheek for a moment. “Stay with us love okay? Don’t fall asleep.”

“Try…” Logan muttered.

Virgil and Roman exchanged a look and Virgil nodded. He’d keep Logan awake as best he could. Roman gave a small smile and squeezed Virgil’s shoulder before getting up and going to the kitchen.

Logan was simultaneously cold and warm all over. He could feel himself shivering, but he couldn’t feel the cold quite that well. He felt all the blankets around him, and Virgil’s arms around him, and the heat from the fire, but it did nothing to stop the shivering.

“You’re okay Lo, you’re okay,” Virgil muttered, rubbing his arms even though they were covered in blankets. “You’re going to be okay, just stay awake.”

Logan nodded. He knew that he needed to stay awake, knew that it was bad that all he wanted to do at that moment was fall asleep, but it was hard to fight his body. He snuggled closer to Virgil, forcing himself to focus on how the other boy smelled and felt.

As Roman and Patton worked, Logan lost track of how much time was passing. Every now and again Virgil would shake him awake. All Logan wanted at that point was Roman and Patton with them. He just…he just wanted them.

“Shh, Lo, it’s alright, they’ll be here soon,” Virgil muttered.

Logan hadn’t realized he’d spoke aloud, but he managed to nod and cling tighter to Virgil.

Eventually Patton and Roman came back. Roman gently had Logan put his feet in the warm water, which stung at first, but gradually felt more comfortable. Patton fed him soup, insisting that he keep his arms wrapped up. The warm liquid seemed to warm his insides, and Logan started to feel a little more awake.

Once the soup was gone and Logan wasn’t trying to fall asleep every five minutes, Patton and Roman both snuggled up to him, wrapping their arms around both Logan and Virgil.

“Honestly Lo what were you thinking?” Patton muttered.

“That I needed to get home by any means necessary,” Logan mutters back, leaning his head against Patton’s.

“What did we tell you about being safe, nerd?” Roman asks.

Logan kisses his forehead. “I blame the snow.”

Virgil’s arms tightened around him. “Don’t do something like that ever again.”

Logan sighed contently. He was still shivering a bit, but at least he could feel the cold. With his boyfriends there…well it was worth it.

As the night wore on, Logan told them about what had happened. All the while, they unwrapped Logan from the blankets only to get under them with him, adding to the warmth tenfold. The only time anyone got up was to add more wood to the fire or to grab some pillows when it became obvious that they weren’t sleeping in their bed that night. When Logan told them about the cookies Luna had given him, Patton got them for them all to snack on.

“You sound pretty taken by Luna,” Patton says. “Does this mean you want a kid?”

The question was phrased so casually it took Logan and the others time to process it. When they did, they all sat up a little. Patton look at them with confused eyes. “What? It’s just a question.”

Logan sighs, relaxing against Virgil and Roman as he looked at Patton. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. He glances around at his boyfriends. “Perhaps…one day.”

“Okay let’s just…not…think about it,” Virgil says, shaking his head.

Roman presses a kiss to his cheek, then Logan’s, then Patton’s. “He’s right. It is a conversation for another day. Tonight, let’s just rejoice on all of us being together again.”

“Okay,” Patton says with a small, tired smile. He settled against the pillows he was propped up against, his arm thrown across Logan, his hand on Roman’s thigh, his head in the crook of Virgil’s neck.

Logan sighs. “Is it okay for me to fall asleep yet?”

“Roman,” Patton says.

Roman sighs but gets up, coming back a moment later with a thermometer. He takes Logan’s temperature and lets out a relieved sigh. “It’s still a little low, but not in danger of anything.”

Logan nodded, smiling a little when Roman curled back into the cuddle pile. He was still a little cold, but with the three men he loved wrapped around him, he couldn’t stay that way for long. They all stayed up talking until they drifted off to sleep, one by one.

Logan smiled as he drifted off, warm and safe. Finally, he was home.

A/N: Alright I said this was the last chapter, but I miiight write the epilogue for it. If y’all want it, really. Also since this is over, you guys can send prompts for this AU, if there’s anything else from it you want to read about. i.e. when Logan was in Italy, or Roman with his theater group or any time after this story takes place if you wanted to read more with the OCs. Anyway thank you so much for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed it :)

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