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delopsia · 1 year ago

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The first thing you and Bob learn about Rhett is that he's a fancy dress and a fairy Godmother away from being a damn Disney Princess.

And the night that you met him and Bob was your first warning sign.

The three of you were curled into the back of his truck, sipping on drinks and fighting through a bout of uncomfortable silence, when all of a sudden, a bird landed on Rhett's boot. A little house finch, eyeing up the handful of sunflower seeds in his hand.

And out went Rhett's big hand, dirty palm full of more seeds than that little finch could possibly need. "D'ya think I can convince 'em to come home with me?"

Your head cocked to the side as you watched the bird hop right into his hand. Fearless. "That might cost you a lot of seeds."

"Are birds your favorite animal?" Bob had hummed. Some deep rumbling of words that had no right to sound as wonderful as they did.

"Nah," Rhett's head shook a little too fast, sending the bird fleeing to the safety of the roof of his truck. "don't think I got a favorite, actually."

For the longest time, you couldn't wrap your mind around why that was.

He's late to your second date because he's chased a stray kitten up a tree. Walks in the front door with his hair sticking out in every direction; doesn't realize that he's lost his hat because he's too busy apologizing for being so late. Midway through your meal, a little orange head pops out the neck of his shirt, defiantly yelling for a bite of Bob's raisin bread.

And that is how you meet Raisin.

Short for Raisin' Hell.

Raisin' Hell gets up on the kitchen counter two nights later and knocks several of Cecelia's beloved fine china onto the floor.

You'll never forget how Cecelia's voice traveled through the phone. "If y'dont get rid of that damn cat, then I will!"

Fortunately, Bob's friend Natasha is so enthralled with the story that she makes a pitstop in Wyoming to pick up the little ball of fluff. Justifying the adoption with a, "What can I say? The kitten has good taste!"

Coincidentally, a week later, Bob mentions his buddy Jake sneezing and complaining of a cat allergy.

Then, one day, Rhett drops off the face of the Earth shortly after telling you that he's heading to a livestock auction. You and Bob already know that he's out to fetch a pair of donkeys because they've recently developed a hell of a coyote problem. Yet, you're already making bets on what extra animal is going to come with the donkeys.

He wakes you both up the next morning, begging you to join the video call the second you get the chance.

"Look!" Giddy, as he triumphantly points to the little figure in the pasture, "I found a mini version of my horse!"

And it's a little black Shetland pony, a senior who has been retired to the pasture life. Affectionately named Fred by the previous owner. He came as a package deal with two donkeys, Zig and Zag. Royal is livid about the extra mouth to feed, but Amy is already attached.

Fred lives a good two years out in the pasture before old age takes him on a cozy autumn afternoon. He's buried out by an Oak tree in the South pasture, and a lock of his mane forever rests in Rhett's old wooden chest. Right next to the urn of a childhood dog named Rascal and the manes of his first two horses, Winnie and Coal.

Rhett's buddy Archie wakes you with a text one summer night, demanding that you get a handle on your cowboy. And you don't know why until Bob calls later that morning, asking if you've heard about the turkey.

How Rhett got shitfaced and acquired a whole, live turkey is anyone's guess.

Teddy the Turkey doesn't ever really leave the ranch. Maybe out of fear of Thanksgiving, being wrangled by another drunk cowboy, or just plain acceptance of his situation. Hell, it could be all of the above.

It must be a drunk thing because Cecelia tells you that he's come home with all sorts of things, from a family of bunnies to countless opossums. Every dog on the ranch has made its way there due to Rhett.

Then comes the move, and for the longest time, you expect for Rhett to come in with an armload of puppies and kittens. If he's even so much as a minute late, you're suspicious until he rolls in the front door, certain that some little critter is going to be in tow.

But he doesn't bring home a damn thing.

One afternoon, your phone lights up with a black-and-white photo. An ultrasound of...something.

Bob's name flashes across the screen next. Who's ultrasound pictures did you steal?

Then comes Rhett one more time. Someone's gelding wasn't a fucking gelding.

Rhett's mare being pregnant was not on anyone's bucket list for the year. But he loves that horse to absolute pieces, and it comes as no surprise that he's already looking forward to having a second pair of legs running around.

Archie offers to buy the little foal off of him.

Rhett almost eats him alive.

You suppose you shouldn't be surprised about that, either.

The vet says that Isabela can be ridden for a few more months, but Rhett's so concerned about accidentally hurting her and her baby that rides stop the same day. For the foreseeable future, Isabela's adventures are limited to long walks through the trails on the ranch he works on.

But having his only horse out of commission means that Rhett's cowboy career just got a little tougher.

Enter Sparrow, a bay quarter horse whom Rhett leases from a friend.

At least he leases Sparrow for the first month and then decides that Sparrow is the new member of the family. Which works out better than planned because on the months that he's off from a deployment, Bob loves to spend Sunday afternoons taking Sparrow out on trail rides.

Maeve is born a little under nine and a half months later. A black filly with a white blaze running down her forehead and an attitude bigger than she is. From the moment she's up on her feet, she's trying to buck and kick Bob, furious that he's trying to scratch her little hip. It'll be a few years before she can be ridden, but you already know that Rhett will have his hands full.

Maeve gets everything. Blankets, custom halters, handmade treats, morning and afternoon pets, hell, Rhett even figures out Instagram for her. You name it, she gets it. And not only is she the diva of the town, but when she gets older, she's one of the best horses in the area.

Never quite loses the attitude, though.

The first spring after Bob officially leaves the Navy, he decides to get chickens. Builds the coop himself and all. It's been on his bucket list for the better half of a decade now, and he's finally got the time to take care of them. He buys four Buff Orpingtons, but the girl at the feed store must have gotten confused because he comes home to find that he has three Orpingtons and a Silkie.

He goes back to get an extra Silkie so that the little dude doesn't feel like an outcast.

Rhett hates them.

"All those fuckers do is peck the shit outta me!"

"Because they're chickens, Rhett! They're gonna peck things!"

You fully expect him to come around and warm up to them eventually, but it never happens. A year passes, and Rhett's still side-eyeing the collection of poultry on the side of the house. Entering the coop only when you politely ask him to fetch you a few eggs, and even then, he furrows his eyebrows and grumbles beneath his breath.

Then there's one afternoon when Bob comes home from a meeting to a suspicious bowl on the counter.

A chirping bowl.

A bowl of newly hatched button quail.

"Yeah, I stuck 'em in there 'till I could find a place to put 'em," Rhett says when he meanders back into the kitchen, slightly larger box in hand.

You're the next to stumble into this situation, sleepy-eyed and rubbing at your cheek, halfway down the stairs. Aren't quite sure what is going on; all you know is that you've walked into a standoff, and something is wandering around by the sofa.

Something yellow.

A...tiny chicken?

Even as you scoop it up, it doesn't seem real. So incredibly small that it's closer to a toy than a living, breathing animal.

"What's this?" You yawn, holding your hand out, tiny bird on full display.

Little do you know, in your halfawake state, that some new members have joined your busy little family. Even if those family members were found at a gas station for twenty-five cents per dozen.

The coffee maker has just finished bubbling when it hits you.

Rhett doesn't have a favorite animal because every animal is his favorite animal, and he wants to take them all home with him.

Except for chickens.

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austinslounge · 3 months ago

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I've said this before, but I truly believe Austin and Kaia are not in a good place right now in their relationship. Austin didn't go to the Gerber family wedding in Montana. He didn't go to Canada with the Gerber clan either for their family vacation. Kaia brought her friend Travis instead. I know Austin is prepping for his movie, but he could've taken a weekend off, if he wanted.

It's a huge red flag that Kaia's serious boyfriend of two years misses family events like that. Especially when Presley brought his girlfriend of only 6 months. To me, that seems like Austin is purposely trying to distance himself from her family. By not participating in intimate family events/vacations.

I personally don't think anything will happen on Austin's birthday. His JFK merch walk isn't anything I took seriously in regards to their status. He was doing Kaia a favor by helping promote her merch. It doesn't mean they will stay together.

Thank you Anon for mentioning this.

You know what, I'm going to have to see what happens after Austin is done filming "Caught Stealing", because I get the feeling that once he is in "work mode", he doesn't like to come out of it lol. 😅 Just little things I've picked up on about him based on what he and others have said about him over the years.

So I'll need to see how he behaves with the Gerbers after he's done with all this work he's got going on for this film. 😊

With that said, I totally agree with you that something definitely seems very off about them this year, and we haven't even seen him with her family since Cabo if I'm not mistaken (I'm not counting Presley's post of them together at Kaia's "Palm Royale" premiere), whereas last year, they were seen together with him a lot (family out to lunch, Kaia's fashion show, the Casamigos Halloween party, Rande hugging Austin from a private jet tarmac, the Casamigos event at Kaia's house, etc.)

This year it's been eerily silent. 👀

I've even noticed that Kaia herself must not be calling the paps much on herself or on her and Austin when they're in LA together anymore. We used to get tons of pap photos of them in LA together, but ever since Jan 2024 that stopped cold turkey it seems. 👀 Maybe he told her to tone it down in LA lol 😆

Anyway, yea just because a couple wears each other's merchandise, or even each other's actual clothes, it doesn't mean they can't still break up lol. 😅

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years ago

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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P3

warning! panic attacks and implied abuse!

They ended up spending the rest of their day going through their clothes and ordering room service, Harry admiring the fizzy drink that had been delivered by the school staff. It was called root beer, and Harry had yet to try it just yet-Gil already halfway through his eggs, fried chicken, roasted Brussel sprouts, and French fries.

Harry opened the bottle with his hook(with some difficulty, but Harry was extra af) and took a careful sip of the drink, his jaw-dropping and eyes widening as the taste hit his tongue. “Holy shit-“ Harry cursed, sipping the soda again and gasping “Holy shit!” It was fucking amazing-absolutely amazing-from the first taste to the after taste-it was amazing.

“Gil-Gil-try try try” Harry babbled, his hands twitching and moving about wildly as they always did when he got antsy-bouncing in his seat as Gil tried the root beer. Gil licked his lips as he pulled the bottle away-sharing a wide-eyed look with Harry. “Holy crap that’s good!” Gil cheered, taking one more sip and then handing it back to Harry, offering the orange soda he had ordered. “Try mine!”

Harry took the bottle and tried it, nodding-good-but not as good as root beer. Harry took a bite of his turkey sandwich-which was so weird to eat without the slimy meat or super stale/half molded bread-it was good though, but it only made him angrier over the fact that he and so many others had been forced to eat garbage while this good shit was available to the Auradon people 24/7.

“Okay-“ Harry started, wiping his mouth as and Gil leaned over a map of Auradon city, they needed to plan for the wand-and if they were lucky-by the next morning the isle would be freed, and they would be on the seas with Uma in no time. “So, first-we need to find out where the wand is, what the security is like-which according to the lass” Harry nodded towards your room and Gil nodded, shoving several fries into his mouth. “is only guarded by one guard and a force field-but we don’t know if that has been upgraded since then. Then we make an escape plan, I say we steal a limo and one of those remotes, then boom-isle’s free.”

“Seems pretty straightforward.” Gil muttered; it was easy to follow-other than all the in-betweens Gil would no doubt lose track of-but that was Harry’s job. “Now-just where is tha’ wand?” Harry asked himself, scratching his head as he looked down at the Auradon city map-he would use the magic map his dad gave him-but it only showed him the building he was currently in- it wouldn’t show a path to the wand.

“Oh, I know!” Gil cheered, standing and grabbing a book from his bed-one of which he had been reading before lunch arrived, he had taken it from the bookshelf between the beds. Harry looked at the title, having not cared to when Gil first grabbed the book. “history of Auradon and its magical items.” Harry muttered, leaning on his palm and letting Gil babble on about the book.

“And then I got to this section-wands and scepters-and it says Fairy Godmothers' wand has been kept in the museum of cultural history since Auradon was created! It’s brought out during special celebrations, coronations, or blessings for new royals, such as prince Ben’s birth.” Gil finished with a grin; happy he could help as Harry’s blank eyes turned to a wide grin.

“Gil-ye-ye, wonderful boy!” Harry stood, taking Gil’s cheeks and kissing his forehead, Gil laughing as he did so. “Now we know where tha’ wand is! Is there a map of the museum at all?” Gil stood again and grabbed some sort of pamphlet from the bookshelf, handing it to Harry.

“Map of Auradon’s museum of cultural history,” Harry muttered, pumping his fist as he opened it and laid it out on the table in front of him, grabbing a notepad so he could write down all his plans. “Atta boy Gil, now eat yer eggs and I’ll plan.” Gil nodded, leaning over the table to watch Harry mutter to himself, scribbling on the notepad and the maps and crossing certain things out.

A knock on the door jolted Harry out of his focus, he was surrounded by maps of Auradon, the oceans around Auradon, the isle, and the museum, several scratched-out notepads sitting buried by those maps. “Who is it!?” Harry yelled out, Gil looking over his shoulder at the door from his cartoons(this time of three bug-eyed girls who had superpowers), watching as Harry scrambled to hide the plans he had made and scratched out.

“It's me!” you yelled back, stepping away from the door as it flew open, Harry looking a bit frazzled. “It’s uh-dinner time, and if you guys want, I can walk you over to the cafeteria?” you nodded down the hall towards the aforementioned place, and Harry was about to decline when his and Gil’s stomachs rumbled. Harry gave a glare to his stomach and held it, turning to look out the windows of the dorm-it was darker than it was a few hours before-but they had at least two hours of sunlight left.

Harry had really lost track of time, hadn’t he?

“I could eat!” Gil proclaimed, jumping up from the couch and meeting Harry at the door, smiling at him. “We could use the fuel.” Gil subtly, as subtle as he could be, glanced back at the piles of maps and notes. Harry sighed, nodding slightly in agreement. He would need to eat-and he wouldn’t deny Gil having dinner-Gil got grumpy when he was hungry.

“Fine-let’s go,” Harry muttered, following Gil out of the room and locking the door behind him, trailing behind you and Gil as you led the way-Gil chatting away about what he had found in the dorm room-and what he had for lunch, and what he found in the mini fridge. “Root beer eh?” you laughed as Gil told you about the magnificent drink Harry had discovered. “That’s my favorite too, there's a brand that’s just the best-has a black licorice aftertaste as well, best thing in Auradon-other than Mrs. Pott’s chocolate chip cookies.”

Harry hummed, barely listening, his eyes scanning each hallway they passed through-for each exit and entrance, for any cameras or security he and Gil might face on their way out later that night. “So do ye got guards at all? For after curfew?” Harry asked, walking forward to step beside you, tilting his head as you shrugged. “What’s tha’ supposed to mean?”

“Kinda? I mean-some armors around the halls are enchanted to survey the students, but only after curfew starts, before that it’s kinda a free for all-if you know where to go-you can practically leave campus without anyone seeing you-just gotta know where those particular suits are.” You explained, giving Harry so much information without even knowing it.(or so he thought ;3)

“Which armors are they?” Gil asked instead of Harry, which Harry mentally patted Gil on the back for doing-if Harry asked-it would be suspicious, Gil’s questions were always so… light-hearted, truly curious instead of plotting. You gave them a quick rundown of the enchanted armor. There was one in the hall of their dorm wing, facing the stairs, one by the window at the end of the hall of their dorm wing, and it was the same for each floor and hall-and then two at the back entrance.

“They didn’t put any at the front?” Harry asked, wondering how these Auradon dupes could be so trusting. You just shrugged, having wondered the same thing for the last two months. “Yep, dunno why-but hey, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, though I usually just sneak out my window, they got no other campus security other than the armors-and they’re all inside. I think they’re more concerned over someone having sex than anyone sneaking in or out.”

Harry snorted, a grin splitting on his face, really? Underage sex was the most Auradon was worried about? They really were stupid-they wouldn’t know what hit em. You glanced at him, raising your brows at his expression, he just smirked back-sharing a look with Gil when you looked away first.

“And here we are-food heaven-its buffet style so get in line, grab a tray and grab what you think you would like, no limits.“ With that, after briefly showing off the cafeteria, you skipped off to join the line, sharing a smile with the girl in front of you, sporting a bob haircut and dressed in a shimmering red and florescent pink jacket, a Chinese dragon curling on the back of it.

Harry and Gil took a moment to look around, it was a bit bigger than the cafeteria back at serpent prep-much much cleaner, bright as fuck-and…smelled amazing. “What the fuck is that?” Harry asked, sniffing the air for that pungent smell of….garlic? his eyes drifted to a spot near the end of the line of students, seeing loaves and loaves of bread that looked and smelled fucking amazing. “c’mon-before all the goods stuff gone!“ Gil said in a hurry, grabbing Harry’s wrist and dragging him into the line, bouncing on his heels as the food got ever closer.

Harry spotted Mal and her cronies filing into the room, prince Ben with them looking positively beaming as he showed off the hall. Mal looked bored as ever, clearly wanting the day to be over with already while Jay and Carlos were drooling. Evie looked as if she wanted to do the same, but kept her composure-just as she was taught.

Harry felt his wrist be grabbed again and he realized he left his hook in his dorm room. He cursed under his breath at that-he had never left his hook behind-ever, not unless it was with Uma. Now he was twitchy, his leg bouncing and picking at the threads on his jeans as he and Gil waited in line. Finally, they got to the front, each grabbing a tray and plate and going down the line. It seemed it was pasta night, with several options of pasta and sauce being offered. One of the staff offered a smile that reminded Harry of his uncle Smee, dressed in soft purple and gold, “What would you like dearies?” she asked, her grey hair pulled back behind a hair net-her name tag reading ‘Mrs. Potts.’

Harry just shrugged, looking at all the options, they were so many he didn’t know what to choose. Gil however seemed to know what to pick-selecting two different kinds of pasta and sauces, spaghetti and ravioli with alfredo and tomato sauce. Harry went with the basic spaghetti and tomato sauce, nodding as Mrs. Potts told him he could come back for a different dish if he didn’t like the one he chose.

Everyone was so damn nice-it was so fucking weird-freaked him out.

They both got garlic bread, and roasted carrots. They both narrowed their eyes at the dessert section. “The fuck is chocolate?” Harry asked Gil quietly, who shrugged, picking out something called a brownie. Harry grabbed the pack of chocolate chip cookies, remembering your words from earlier and how they were better than root beer.

Speaking of root beer, Harry quickly grabbed a bottle of it from the drinks at the end and looked around for a table, pursing his lips as he looked for an empty one. He saw one with you and that girl with short hair, just the two of you. You felt his eyes on you and waved him over with an inviting smile. Harry sighed, seeing only one more table and Jay was already claiming it.

Harry nodded for Gil to follow and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and Gil sat on his other side. “Ah~ the famous spaghetti sauce,” you sang, pointing at Harry’s plate. “Good choice, we get the recipe directly from Tony’s restaurant, which is famous for its spaghetti and meatballs.” Harry slowly nodded, poking at his food, noticing there were small balls of meat in his sauce.

“hi-I’m Gil,” Harry looked up to see Gil shaking hands with the girl across from you, who beamed and shook his hand, introducing herself. “im Li-Liane, but everyone just calls me Lonnie.” Gil nodded, sitting back down as Lonnie looked at Harry as if expecting something. Harry sighed, holding out his hand. “I’m Harry, Harry Hook.”

She shook his hand eagerly, beaming. When she let it go Harry sneakily rubbed his hand on his pants, clenching his hand as he did-she had a good grip and he noted she had the callouses of a swordswoman. “Nice to meet you! Are you guys enjoying your stay so far? I'm sure a lot of it’s overwhelming-I mean, just from across the sea-everything looks so dark and damp over there-I heard you guys get no sunlight and-I mean-oh sorry! Im rambling!” Lonnie laughed, shaking her head to rid herself of her thoughts.

Harry just shrugged, poking his food again. “it’s fine, I guess, it’s very…” Harry looked up, squinting at the bright florescent lights of the hall. “bright ‘ere.” Lonnie laughed with a small snort-nodding as she did. “Yeah, it would do you guys good to invest in some sunglasses and sunscreen.”

Harry just hummed, shrugging as he did, it wouldn’t matter. The sun would be covered by storm clouds soon enough. He finally took a bite of his food-his eyes going wide as the sauce hit his tongue. “Holy fuck.” He cursed quietly, starting to shovel the food into his mouth. Lonnie looked a bit awed as you ignored how he and Gil ate like there was no tomorrow.

He didn’t care, just continued to eat, pausing to drink his soda, breath, eat some garlic bread and carrots-then dove back into his pasta. By the time he was done, he let out a satisfied huff, he felt full-for the first time-he felt full, his stomach pudging a little against his belt.

He was going to need a nap-he could tell-food coma. He glanced over his shoulders-seeing the other vks all doing the same thing he was moments before-poking at their food. Mal looked almost disgusted by what was in front of her, Evie looked nearly afraid to eat what little serving she had gotten, Carlos was eying up his, and Jay was glaring at it.

Jay looked up, glaring at Harry then realized his plate was empty-Harry supposed that was reason enough to trust the food because Jay started to eat. Even if they were enemies now-vks did have small bits of trust for each other-one was in food. If Harry could eat-so could they.

The others followed Jay’s lead soon enough-though Evie kept picking at her food, the only thing that she actually ate was the vegetables. She had always been skinny-too skinny even for the isle-Harry frowned from his spot across the hall, turning at the sound of plastic. He watched as Gil opened the packaged brownie he had picked out and took a bite.

Gil grabbed his arm, and that was all Harry needed to know, chuckling as Gil’s eyes turned to stars. With that-Harry opened his pack of cookies, flipping it over in his hands to study it before taking a bite, and instead of grabbing Gil-he grabbed you, freezing as the taste of chocolate chip cookies hit his tongue. You laughed, Lonnie doing her best to look as if she wasn’t watching their reactions as you patted Harry's hand that lay on your shoulder. “Good?”

Harry nodded, staring down at the disc-shaped piece of heaven he had in his hand “Good, Mrs. Pott’s makes those by hand almost every day-and hands down, she makes the best in Auradon city.” Harry just hummed-almost moaned as he took another bite of the cookie, sharing his other one with Gil as Gil handed him the last (big)bite of his brownie.

Harry did moan as the taste of deep chocolate hit him, the treat thick and chewy. A fudge brownie the packaging said. Harry would definitely have to save one of these for Uma-she would love it. The thought of Uma made his shoulders fall for a moment, but he forced that feeling of homesickness away-he would see her soon enough.

He and Gil were quiet for the rest of dinner, Gil going back to get seconds and more dessert as Harry listened to you and Lonnie talk-Lonnie asking you something about roar, whatever that was, and the upcoming competition season.

“We have one more position open-try outs are on Tuesday as well, but I know you have that thing with your mom that day-so, I’ll let you know if the spot remains open.” Lonnie nodded at your words, humming a bit as you opened your pack of cookies and looked up at the clock. “wow, that time already?” Harry looked up, seeing it was 19 minutes to eight. “Already seven thirty-damn.”

Harry pressed his lips together, damn his time comprehension skills, he was better at reading the skies than he was a clock. You started to clean up your nearly empty tray, giving Lonnie the last of your sides, which she happily ate. “I have some stuff to return to the library before it closes for the day-so, see ya!” you waved the boys and Lonnie goodbye, heading back into the halls of the dorm building, leaving Harry and Gil alone with Lonnie.

The three just stared at each other, before Lonnie smiled and stood with her empty tray. “I won’t bug you guys with my presence, have a good rest of your night!” and with that-Harry and Gil were alone, some of their ‘fellow’ students staring at them. Harry grumbled under his breath, wanting this day to be done with so they could just go get the wand already.

“Hey guys!” Harry closed his eyes-taking a deep breath before facing Ben-who smiled down at them so brightly Harry considered getting those sunglasses Lonnie talked about. “How’s your day so far? Good, I hope?”

“Goodie goodie as it can be~” Harry said with false cheer-which-yeah it had been a pretty good day, they had been mostly left to their own devices in their dorm and had been able to plan most of their wand theft. But he couldn’t let beasty boy know that, why would he?

“Amazing, I trust your rooms are to your liking as well?” Ben asked; that bright smile that made Harry want to choke himself out on his face. Harry just shrugged again-but Gil nodded enthusiastically, babbling away about what he had discovered in the room-from the mini fridge to the tv. Ben happily listened, hanging onto each word Gil said.

Harry let Gil have it, Harry….heavily tolerated the fuck but it was easy to get overwhelmed by his chatter-might as well let Gil chatter away to someone who didn’t mind. Harry got up at one point to get more root beer and something called Oreos(which god damn another thing straight from the gods), stole a pen from Ben at another point and started drawing on Gil’s arm until the bell rang to single the end of dinner.

Harry was the first up and tossed his clean tray and plate onto a rolling table already filled with used trays and plates-throwing his trash into the can and then grabbing Gil. “Well, it’s been a blast talkin’ ta ye beasty-but it’s been such a long day-and I need me beauty sleep, ciao~” Harry sang, dragging Gil away from the bewildered prince who started laughing as soon as Gil and Harry were out the cafeteria doors.

“This is going to be fun,” Ben said to himself, catching up with Audrey and Chad as they waited for him at their table-refusing to interact with ‘the dirty pirates’.

“Ye remember what I told ye, right?” Gil nodded, reciting the plan as he and Harry got ready to sneak out(it was just before curfew) and get the wand. Harry had a feeling Mal and her cronies would be making their go for it tonight as well, but no doubt Harry and Gil would get there first-Mal had a habit of leaving planning for the last minute, and no doubt she was only barely getting the location of the wand.

Gilly boy had found that out hours ago, so they had a head start by miles. “There’s no campus security-other than those armors, so we should be good to head on foot-“ Harry spotted the clock-minutes away from midnight-at least he thought so. It was close enough. “C’mon, before the armors turn on.”

Harry and Gil made sure their bags were sitting near the window-still unpacked-just in case they were able to come back and get their stuff after nabbing the wand. Harry carefully opened the door, spotting Mal and Evie going into Jay and Carlos’ room a few doors down.

Harry pulled out his magic map, whispering the words to unlock it. “I solemnly swear I am up ta’ no good,” Harry choked on his breath and Gil watched in awe as the map bloomed to life. ‘the marauders map’ it read, and it had every single detail of the building Harry stood in down to the smallest crack. “Amazing, bloody amazing,” Harry muttered, opening the map enough to where he could see him and Gil-you were across the hall in the corner-asleep most likely-and Mal and the others were in the dorm-all surrounding a table.

“Let’s go,” Harry whispered as Gil alerted him it was two minutes to midnight. With that-Harry and Gil left their room, speeding down the halls and stairs, the dorm building doors closing behind them just as the minutes ticked down to midnight.

Harry could just barely hear the click of metal as the suits of armor activated, but that didn’t matter anymore-they had a wand to steal. Harry was glad he had a strong memory, using the map of Auradon city in his head to guide him and Gil to the museum-the map in his hands changing ever so slightly as they traveled further away from the dorm building.

It took about half an hour to reach the museum-and they were both breathing heavily as they arrived, having not stopped their entire run. “How we looking?” Gil asked breathlessly, holding his hand to his chest as Harry opened the map-seeing him and Gil at the main entrance of the museum-he looked inside, seeing only one guard-just as you had said earlier-near the employee/security entrance.

“Wicked,” Harry said in response, leading Gil to the employee/security entrance and climbing up the side till he found an open window on the upper balcony. “How stupid are they?” Harry asked himself quietly, pushing open the window-which nearly hit him in the face due to it being one of those ones that rotated instead of sliding to open. “Careful!” Gil yelped quietly, a few feet below Harry. Harry just glared down at him and slipped inside, walking along the thankfully wide ledge-and Harry thanked the gods all the cameras were sitting below that ledge-unless he or Gil slipped-they were undetected.

He waved Gil inside, holding Gil’s arm as he shoved his body through the window-he was much bigger than Harry, and he nearly fell trying to find his feet.

Harry looked down-seeing the single security guard looking at several sets of cameras, and behind him-was Maleficent’s cursed spindle. “That’s-the spindle?” Harry chuckled silently, sharing a wide grin with Gil, who laughed quietly with him. “not so scary in real life,” Gil remarked, following Harry through the upper ledges.

Harry spotted a blur of purple, orange, red, and blue at the doors and he grinned-he had beaten them to the punch-he and Gil were already inside and making their way towards the wand. They just had to shut off the cameras first. No use in getting caught early.

Harry found the main office with the magic map and dropped down quietly, opening the unlocked door(again, how stupid was Auradon?) and pushing inside, Gil standing watch in the hall-out of sight from any cameras. “iiii don’t know what any of this means-“ Harry hissed, glaring at the multitude of screens and buttons before him-showing items and halls of things he didn’t care for.

He saw the one with the wand and licked his lips-raising his brow as he notices the cameras were using tape to record their footage. “too easy,” Harry grumbled, taking the tape out and reminding himself to put it back in when he got back-so it looked like a simple glitch instead of a heist.

Harry did the same to all the tapes that led the way to and from the wand, nodding to himself when half the screens were black. “Got it-lets go-“ and they were off, skipping steps and running up towards the fifth floor that held the wand, using the map and signs to find their way.

Harry let out a cough as he stopped to find his way and Gil slammed into his back “Gil-“ Harry hissed, having nearly dropped his hook and Map to the floor-the former of which-if he had dropped it-would’ve made a loud noise, alerting the guard. “Watch where yer….goin-“ Harry paused, following Gil’s gaze; locking with his father's eyes. Harry leaped back, his chest constricted and throat closing-no, no it was impossible-he couldn’t be here-his father-no- he was stuck on the isle.

But he was right here-Harry was going to feel that familiar sting of a hook on his back any moment now, the cruel voice of his father-the panic that came with his footsteps would surely rear its ugly head soon-

“Harry-Harry!” Gil took his shoulders and stood in front of him, blocking the devilish red eyes of captain hook. “it’s fake-it’s a statue, like the one at the school? It can’t hurt you, it’s fake.” Harry closed his eyes, counting to ten like Uma had taught him as he took deep breaths. “there you go-deep breaths man, deep breaths.”

Harry shook his head to get rid of the rest of those constricting feelings, turning away from the gallery of villains and continuing towards the wand. Behind him-he could hear the others making their way through the museum. Harry hoped luck was on his side and he would nab the wand before they could even glance at it.

Harry slid to a halt as he was about to take the direct path to the wand-cursing as he saw the camera still blinking red-the others he had turned off hadn’t. he had missed a camera. “that way” Harry whispered, pointing down another hall-an indirect way to the wand. Thank god for magic maps. Gil followed him into the dark hallway, taking several turns and a set of stairs to find the main wand room.

“Shit-“ Harry muttered, hitting the rails of the wand centerpiece at the same time as Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay did. They all glared at each other-Harry hiding away his map and pointing his hook at Mal, who was giving her best ‘back off’ glare. “I was ‘ere first ye toad. I get dibs.” Harry hissed, eyes widening as Jay ducked beneath the rails and started to reach for the wand.

“Jay-don’t-“ Harry yelped, clenching his jaw as Jay just grinned and continued reaching for the precious item that would free them all and prove them to their parents. “Jay-“ Mal yelped this time-realizing why Harry had been trying to stop Jay-the spotlight surrounding the wand was magical and if Jay touched it! “Jay-stop-no!”

Jay hit the barrier and was blown back, everyone clapping their hands over their ears as a head-piercing siren blared to life. “A force field and a siren!?” Carlos yelled out in agony, already beginning to turn back to run-the wand was too risky to get now. “That just a little excessive!” Jay croaked, yelping as Gil yanked him up and started to pull him out of the wand room-letting him go as Harry went the other way than Mal did-seeing the guard making his way directly to them on the map.

Mal noticed them and hissed-quickly following Harry and Gil-narrowly missing the guard who had been shocked awake thanks to the alarm. The six vks quickly ran through the halls and down the stairs, all leaving the same way Mal and the others had come in. Gil slid to a stop as he noticed Carlos at the security desk, bouncing on his heels as Carlos said something about a chip malfunction and turned off the alarm.

“Carlos!” Mal yelled from outside, the younger Vk rolling his eyes and jogging after her with Gil-Harry practically a half mile ahead as he bolted back to the dorms-only stopping so Gil could catch up. “Way to go Jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow!” Mal hissed, hitting Jay upside the head as he passed her.

He rolled his eyes-catching up to Harry and Gil and suddenly making it a race to get back to the dorms.

Harry and Gil tumbled into their room from the window they had left open-being seen by no one. They breathed heavily as Jay and Carlos rushed back into their rooms through the hall-and Harry had a feeling at least one of the armors saw them.

Oh well-wasn’t his problem.

“let’s go to bed,” Gil said-already yawning. “we have a big day tomorrow, and it’s already been a long day.” Harry had to agree, groaning at the thought of going to school. Yuck.

Harry stripped out of the clothes he had been wearing all day, and now looking at his ratty vest that was once his older sisters-his jacket once his fathers-he felt much dirtier than he had before. Everyone in Auradon was spick and span-not a speck of dirt to be seen on anyone.

The only person he had seen not be perfect in posture and cleanliness, was you, Harry supposed he should be thankful for that-to have someone not be as much of a shell shock as every other kid was.

Harry sighed as he lay in bed, his eyes on the ceiling of his new room. he wondered what the wand heist would’ve been like if Uma had been there with them, it would’ve gone off swimmingly harry mentally bet himself, Uma would’ve gotten them in and out within a minute-wand secured and Auradon in ashes.

Harry never realized how much he relied on Uma until he was hundreds of miles away from her-across the ocean and unable to see her. He tossed his arm over his eyes, his golden bracelet pressing against his cheek as he felt a heavy pit in his throat.

He never realized you could get homesick for someone.

-end of p3-

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skyloftian-nutcase · 7 months ago

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Actually, actually, actually! Idea! (But only if you like it.)

In HoS, it has literally been 10,000 years since all 3 died.

What if Shadow wasn't supposed to be all-the-way back? And the only reason he is is due to being the Hero?

What about Hemisi & Nabooru?

Who's to say Gdorf's magic would've even worked on them? What if they were already reincarnated by that point?

What if, even reviving their bodies would've resulted in little more than mindless puppets? (Honestly, I kinda wanna read about the shear horror on both their faces. Like, horror & panic on Gdorf's end & horror, but slight relief on Shadow's. Because he can only hope that whatever's keeping Nabooru from suffering the same fate as himself means that she's free.)

What if the only way to get them back fully was to do some pretty dark, nasty stuff? Like, legit bad, horrible stuff? What if Gdorf has to sacrifice their new incarnations to do so?

What if, in order to even bring Shadow back, he'd already done something bad? Though, due to the Hero's Spirit, he was able to get away with just the sacrifice of someone who'd been related to Shadow? Like a great x1000 times grandnephew or something?

What if Shadow learned of this? The betrayal.

Like, massive dark spell stuff. Which, I've always found it weird that he & the Twinrova were the legit only Gerudo with that shading, yet each of them used black magic.

So, that's what I think causes it. Black magic. Like, legit evil deeds.

Who knows, maybe that stuff actually corrupts the mind the more you use it? What if you have to stop cold turkey to stop the process?

What if Gdorf had stopped doing that stuff, but the Secret Stone tapped into that source & now it's sort of rotting his brain away?

Also, what's the deal with the Twinrova here? They evil witches? No?

Sorry, when I get started, my braims refuse to shut up. 😓

Don't be sorry, you're fine! ;D It's fun to talk theories and ideas!

Ganondorf would be so devastated if Nabooru and Hemisi were just mindless puppets, I think. But I also think he wouldn't give up. He'd just be like "Well, this is a setback, but at least they'll listen to me until I can figure this out better." I don't know if Link would feel much relief from it or just be plain horrified, it would feel like such a desecration to him.

If they'd actually reincarnated, though, and if Ganondorf needed to sacrifice them to revive them, I wonder whose Nabooru would be? The best person I can think of is Urbosa, which, uh, makes things difficult. Should've thought that one through, Gan, before your stupid Calamity wrecked teh place! >:|

But anyway, Ganondorf isn't using black magic - Urbosa and Riju have lightning magic, which Gdorf also has in OoT, so honestly it seems very much like the Hyurle Royal Family - they just have a high affinity for it. (also, not gonna lie, Twinrova plays absolutely no part in this storyline because I don't know what to do with those two, honestly)

What Ganondorf does have, though, which is unusual for his people, is healing magic. I thought it would be interesting to give him this gift, it would add another layer to him as a character, especially since he actually cultivated it a little. Here's a snippet from a draft I have tucked away (I have been writing entirely too much for this AU LOL I am gonna have to make a word document to organize it, honestly):

“Here, let me see your hands,” Ganondorf said, pushing Link away enough to gently grab at his wrists. He flipped the teenager’s palms up, thumbs brushing against them as Link hissed in pain. His skin was blistered angry red from burns, standing out easily against his all-too-pale, practically grayish complexion, and he knew his face probably was too. Ganondorf swiped at his hands again with his thumbs, and Link felt a tingling, warm sensation on them. The pain numbed into nothingness, and he glanced down, confused. The burns were gone. “How—you know healing magic?” He whispered, looking up at the man. “Is it the stone?” Ganondorf smiled a little, brushing hair out of his face to examine a burn on his nose. “Secret stones only amplify one’s power, Link. Of course I know healing magic. You thought I didn’t?” Link hesitated a moment before just saying what was on his mind, looking down and muttering, “I thought all you knew how to do was destroy.” “One has to burn the forest to make way for new growth,” Ganondorf replied simply, easily, as if it were just like gardening, as if people’s lives weren’t at stake. “A good king must know how to rebuild as well as how to destroy.” “You’re just full of idioms, aren’t you?” Link sighed. It was almost funny, having this conversation. Almost. “Because I’m right,” Ganondorf said firmly. “Nabooru and Hemisi didn’t seem to think so.”

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riddles-n-games · 1 year ago

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Hawthorne Poultry: The Specialties

Welcome to part four aka part two of part three of the poultry headcanon! Once again, thank you to the lovely @hathorneheiress for sharing her expertise on chickens in her posts of this headcanon series and her contributions to this collaboration. It's been lovely working with you and tossing ideas back and forth.

Nash: Given that he's a bit of an old fashioned guy, this man really just opted for turkeys. He used to raise Bourbon Red but then turned his efforts to the Royal Palm breed. Some are still around in a small flock, his old show birds, but it was getting to the point the workload was too much and he didn't want to be in that anymore. However, because he is still most comfortable with chickens, he has been experimenting with raising the ancestral species they come from; the Red Junglefowl. Nash wanted to give them more of the natural habitat they'd be used to so he set up an area of the greenhouse where they could in a humid environment with plants and food that they would normally encounter. So far, they have been doing well and he's been a successful breeder with every generation further along. One time, when he was ten, in a rare, once-in-a-lifetime moment in the documented history of the Hawthorne family did the old man and him have a genuine bonding time when his grandfather planned a surprise for Nan and Zara by unveiling a new section in the garden from his annual additions to the estate with a gorgeous pond with aquatic plants and light up fountains. He wanted to add some nice birds and to help with that, Nash suggested swans and so Tobias bought a pair of Mute Swans. Zara and Nan were delighted. The swans regularly have cygnets that can be seen on the property roaming during spring and summer. In recent times, now that Nash got engaged to Libby, he wanted to get something special for her and Avery told him that she loves birds, peacocks being near and dear to her. So, some new additions to the estate include Green Peafowl, Spalding (Indian x Green Peafowl), and Congo Peafowl. With their beautiful plumage, they're quite the sight to see when strolling in the gardens and are great companions when one has ice cream in hand. Libby loves them and Nash got her peachicks to raise herself as well.

Grayson: He prefers pheasants and raises three species; the Ring-Necked, Golden, and Lady Amhurst's. That is, until he fell in love with Silver Pheasants which are just as majestic. Gray always loved their colorful feathers as a child, collecting them and making feather crowns. He'd run around and play King of the Forest with Jameson and Xander sometimes. The Lady Amhurst's Pheasant is his favorite and at times, when he needed a distraction or a time out from everything, he would take one of the birds and just pet them. Somehow, he never had strugglers, they always liked sitting on his lap and would peck at him if he stopped petting them so of course he would have to start again.

Jameson: His biggest investment and love of birds lies with ducks. His grandfather got him his first set of Indian Runners when he was a kid and the ducklings loved following him around. Eventually, his collection of ducks grew when Nash found an old Muscovy female with a bad leg abandoned at a rundown poultry farm. Strangely enough since Xander was the one who usually connected with the rescues most, it was rather odd when it was Jameson instead that became attached to the duck. She loved him too and would happily vocalize whenever she heard his voice or saw him coming. He named her Martha but he likes to call her Smarties or Marty. Dramatic Xan likes calling her Martine in a ridiculous French accent or Martini. After that, their grandfather got a few additional ones to stay on the property. To this day, she’s still around with the Muscovy Bunch as the brothers call them and Avery loves her, too. Jameson also shares a Chinese goose pair with his younger brother that are the first attempt at Hawthorne guard geese. He owns the male that he named Boris and though the male goose didn’t respond to his mate at first because he was a bit shy, he soon became really protective of her and their goslings. One of Jameson’s newer projects, inspired by Nash, is owning Ocellated Turkeys, very brightly colored birds. He and Avery are teaming up to explore this uncommon choice of poultry for raising alternatives to see if there are any advantages and unexplored benefits compared to the industry's current standards. It is one of their newest exploits in the agriculture expanse of research they're funding under Avery. He also personally owns a few emus as pets. When he was a toddler, one of his favorite shows was Elmo's World so when he got his first and his aunt tried to get him to say emu, he said Elmo instead. Elmo is his oldest male in the flock and still running the joint. Also, he loves Australia and so after one visit there, he wanted a part of it to always be with him because he couldn't live there since everybody forbade him (he and Max are basically besties because they have no self preservation since who the heck wants to live in one of the SCARIEST places on Earth where there are literally some of most venomous species of spiders and snakes, the largest crocs, and sharks???????????????; they probably went on vacay together at one point and Avery and Xander were praying for them every other moment they were there). He also hates ostriches with a passion. Probably from that one time where he got chased as a kid and one singled him out constantly.

Xander: He has the best of them all; an ostrich! There's one female that he accidentally imprinted on when she was hatching and of course, he was given the very hard task of being a single father at the very young, unfortunate age of five. Day one, he came back to his room sweating and fell asleep on the floor with a very happy ostrich chick running around him. It was a great day in memories for the photo albums. Xan named her Shea Butter because, of course, five-year-olds think everything is a great name. She is now a third time parent but even though she is still a part of the bigger flock belonging to his grandfather, Shea is considered a pet. She acts like a very big dog that sometimes has to be reprimanded (the Cowpalooza of 2010 is a testament to that but more on that later). Xander decided that one ostrich is already enough work but enjoys their smaller distant cousins known as rheas. He has a trio and yes, they all are named after Pokémon counterparts (it wasn't just a phase, he said, and still stands by them); Dodrio, Doduo, and Staraptor (that last one is debatable). Two are females and one is a male. They are also pets but Xander does love a good rhea egg salad (surprising, I know) occasionally. As said before, he and Jameson share a goose pair and he has ownership of the female who he calls Honkette (not his best naming according to Jamie). She is the fiercer of the two and scares away anything and anyone (even Xander at times if she accidentally mistakes him for another; he cries in his room after these great betrayals). The only person she does trust around the babies is Xan, though. Now, Xander is the pigeon expert in the family and the only one that tolerates the cooing buggers (Nash and Jameson both have... grudges to say the least; that trip to Venice was not a good one). Grayson is the only one that has expressed interest in breeding them and he loves the ones with feathered legs (Xander is surprised it took him so long but it finally happened). He breeds Indian Fantails-they were his introductory birds to fancy pigeon breeding-Oriental and Parlor Rollers, and his absolute favorite; Homing Pigeons! He mostly got into these guys because he loves the history surrounding them: espionage, mail and wartime message carriers, and their cool ability of being able to find home with a magnetic component in their beaks that gives them this capability. He has been trying to use them here and there to spy on his brothers from the outside; his brothers sometimes have said they felt eyes on them from somewhere outside and a curious cooing of a pigeon.

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