#the answer we came to was that he went on a baby kicking rampage

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Art by @sashaneinsno1fan based on a joke while reading Playing With Fire

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Sick Surprise pt. 9 - Spell Eloise

In which Spencer finds Eloise

Warnings: angst, cursing, crying, guns, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer and Hotch stood side by side in FBI vests with their guns out in front of them. They had reached Jake Kelly’s apartment.

Morgan broke through the two of them and pounded on the door. “Jake Kelly. FBI, open the door or we’re coming in!” He called, his voice angry. He pounded on the door once more when he didn’t get an answer.

He looked at Hotch and Spencer who nodded and he stepped back a few steps and kicked the door in. Spencer was the first one to move. He held his gun down by his side as he walked through the apartment. He looked around every corner and looked in all of the room son his side of the apartment.

“Clear.” He heard Hotch call. He shut his eyes when he realized that Jake Kelly was not there. And he wasn’t there, that meant the Eloise wasn’t either.

He sighed and holstered his gun as he entered what seemed to be the master bedroom. He looked around and began to turn around but spotted something on the carpet.

He bent down and picked it up, calling for Hotch. His eyes stung with tears as both Hotch and Morgan came running into the room.

“What is it, Reid?”

He covered his mouth. “It’s her shoe.” He spoke, his voice begging to break. But he wouldn’t let it. “I know it’s her shoe because I bought her these for her birthday— these coloring book shoes. She colored them, look— and she wrote her name on the bottom.” He flipped the shoe up so they could see the illegible handwriting on the bottom of it. But Eloise told him that it was her name so he just went with it.

Hotch saw that Spencer was on the verge of tears so, he took the shoe from him and handed it to Morgan. “Reid, we need to find this man. In order to do that, we need you at your best.” He nodded.

Spencer stood up and looked at him.

“And if you can’t be the best, I need you to go home to Y/N.” He finished, placing his hand on his shoulder.

The man swallowed and shut his eyes. “I need to find her.” And I’m gonna kill Jake when I find him. He only thought that part because he would for sure be thrown off the case if he said it out loud.

Hotch nodded. “And we will. Go call Y/N and then get your head in the game.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N was sitting in Eloise’s room, holding the girl’s favorite stuffed animal. Of course, it was a bird. It was blue and had pretty glass eyes.

Her tears had fallen on to it by now but what else could she do? Spencer damn bear demanded that she go home and let him handle it. At first, she was willing to go on a rampage and track the mother fucker that took her down all on her own.

But no. Spencer told her that she needed time to think about what was happening.

JJ and Penelope went back to Y/N’s apartment so she wasn’t alone during this time. They were in the living room, giving her space because that’s the one thing she asked for. Emily was out getting food for everyone.

Penelope’s phone rang and she picked it up hurriedly, not looking at who it was. “Did you find her?” She asked, being very loud. JJ nudged her with a warning look on her face right before Y/N walked out of Eloise’s room.

“Is that Spencer?” She asked, moving quickly across the floor. “Oh my God, what is it?”

Penelope looked at her as she sat on the floor on her knees.

“Penelope? It’s Spencer.”

The blonde nodded down at woman. “Did you find Eloise?” She asked, trying not to glance at the mother who had fresh tears pooling in her eyes.

“All we found at his place was her shoe.”

Garcia’s eyes got wide and she tried to hold on a gasp. “O-okay.”

“Can I talk to Y/N?”

She handed the phone to the woman and she took it quickly. “Spencer? Did you— find her? Eloise, is she there?”

“Baby— She’s not here.” Spencer answered. “Our next option is to track his cell and his card payments.”

“Well then do it, Spencer. Do whatever you have to.” She snapped. She didn’t realize how mean she sounded but if she did, she wouldn’t have cared. “Please, Spencer. Find her.”

Spencer’s breath shook. “We will, Y/N. I’ll find her.”

Y/N let a soft son fall from her lips and she shut her eyes. “Spencer, listen to me.” She paused. “If she has even a single scratch on her, I want you to fucking kill him. Do you hear me?”

JJ and Penelope looked at each other worriedly.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that.”

A sad breath left her and she nodded, her lip. “I know— it’s just, she is my entire life. If she doesn’t come back to me I—“ Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence. She covered her son with her hand and squeezed her eyes shut.

JJ took the phone from her and Y/N let her. “Spencer, call us back when you find her. Y/N needs to rest.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

“Hey, Reid. We got a hit.”

Spencer looked up from his phone. JJ had just hung up on him after he’d spoken to Y/N. “What? Where?”

Hotch sighed. “After we put that picture of Eloise on the news, a motel manager downtown called and said that he saw her with a man.”

Spencer patted his lips and reached for his gun that he’d set on the table, tucking it into his holster. “Did you tell him to—“

“Yes, we told him to disconnect the cable in Jake’s room.” He nodded. “But, we have to get going now, the manager said it doesn’t look like he was planning to stay long.”

He nodded and grabbed his bullet proof vest off of the table. Morgan and Hotch noticed his face harden. “Reid—“ He already started walking away.

“We roll in, lights off and silent. Take this guy by surprise.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It was dark by the time they reached the motel. Hotch got the room number from the manager when he called. Hotch decided the the SUVs would pull in in a sort of crescent formation. If Jake came out of the room, he would be blocked from leaving with Eloise.

Once the headlights of all of the cars were off, Spencer got out and shut the door quietly, walking in front of the car. He was in the middle of the crescent formation.

Morgan, Hotch, Rossi and Reid looked at each other, agreeing on waiting for him to come out rather than go in.

Spencer saw movement shadows moving quickly on the window. This was it, he was about to come out.

Spencer pulled his gun from his holster and held it out on front of him. The rest of the BAU plus the police force behind them did too.

The door to the room opened quickly and the first face that Spencer saw was his Eloisey’s. She had tears running down her face and her tiny fist balled up by her mouth.

“Jake Kelly, freeze and drop the girl!” Hotch shouted. Jake walked out of the room the rest of the way, his face changing from determined to terrified.

He still held on to Eloise as he looked around. He had a bag hanging on his shoulder. “Wh— What? No, man. Come on, this is my daughter!” He shouted, looking around all of the faces.

Spencer so desperately wanted Eloise to look at him but with all of the tears in her eyes. His heart broke at just the sight, this girl had to be scared out of her mind.

“Kelly, put her down, drop the bag and hands up.” Morgan instructed.

The man shook as a pitiful tear rolled down his cheek. “N-no. I can’t— this is my daughter. She should be with me.”

Spencer furrowed his brows. “What changed, Jake?” He asked, stepping forward. He lowered his gun and put it back in his holster. He didn’t want Eloise to see him like that.

The man’s eyes shot to him and he back up. “What— what the hell are you doing— back up.”

He saw little Eloisey’s eyes widen. “Spenther!” She shouted. She began wiggling in Jakes arms. “I wan’ Spenther— no wet me go!” She screamed.

Spencer put his hands up. “Eloisey, it’s okay honey. Just wait a minute, okay?” The girl whimpered when Jake pulled her harshly closer into him.

“No— stop talking to her!” Jake shouted. “My daughter— please, just let me have her.”

Spencer shook his head. “What changed, Jake?” He asked again. “Why do you want Eloise so bad now?”

Jake scoffed. “Because— I’m alone, man!” He cried. “I h-have no one! And this is my daughter, I mean— she loves me!” He looked down at Eloise. “Right honey? You love your daddy?” The girl let out a loud scream and tried to push herself away from him.

Jake roughly pulled her back and Spencer took another step forward. When he got a closer look, it seemed that Jake was on something.

“Spell Eloise for me, Jake.” Spencer nodded.

Jake glanced at the girl in his arms before looking back up at Spencer. “Uh… uh E… L… L-O-W-E- E-Z.”

Spencer clicked his tongue. “Wrong. When’s her birthday?”

It was literally just a few weeks ago. “M-may 10th.”

Spencer shook his head. “Wrong, June 13th.” He answered.

“This is stupid—“

“Her favorite food?” Jake was silent. “Her- her favorite color? Her least favorite food?”

The man holding the girl was red, angry looking. He sniffled. “Come on, man. You could never be her father. You never will be?”

“And you will be?” Spencer almost laughed. “I mean, Jake, you’re not leaving here with Eloise. Face it, it’s over.” He nodded. “So let’s not make a bigger scene and just put her down.”

Eloise’s breath stuttered and she reached up slowly to touch the man’s face. “P-pwease, I wan’ go home.” She said quietly. “I wan’ my mommy, mithter.”

Jake’s lips quivered and his face softened— like he’d realized something. “O-okay.” He looked up at the people in front of him, pointing their guns. He bent down slowly, letting Eloise stand up.

He kept his hand around her wrist as he dropped the duffel bag by his feet. He shut his eyes and let go of Eloise’s wrist and she hurriedly ran away from him.

Spencer kneeled to the ground, his arms opening and waiting for her to run into him. “Come on, Eloisey, I got you.” He smiled as the girl ran faster and jumped into him. His arms immediately closed around her tightly. He shut his eyes and rocked her back in forth. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Spencer looked up at the exact moment the Eloise answered. He looked over the girl’s shoulder. His eyes widening as he saw Jake reach into his pocket.

“Kelly, no!” He heard Hotch shout. Spencer pulled Eloise away from his neck and put his hands over her ears.

“Look at me, okay? Just me.”

“Kelly, don’t do it!”

Spencer glanced behind her again just as he was raising the gun and then a shot rang out.

He tried his best to look calm and smiled at Eloise when she flinched. Officers started to walk past them and Spencer picked Eloise up and walked back behind the SUVs.

Suddenly, a car swerved to a stop not far from them. The door opened and Spencer heard Emily’s voice.

“Y/N, wait! We don’t know if the scene is—“

Before she could finish her sentence, Y/N stumbled out of the car. She looked distraught her eyes glancing all around.

“Mommy!” Eloise screamed.

Y/N stopped and looked at her, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh… my— Eloise!” Her feet were faster than her mind.

She ran over quickly and wrapped her arms around the girl, taking her from Spencer’s arm. “Baby, a-are you okay?” She looked up at Spencer while kissing her daughter’s forehead. “Are you hurt, Eloisey?”

The girl held up her arm and Y/N saw a forming bruise there. “Oh, baby. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. You’re safe now.”

Spencer watched how Y/N was shaking with Eloise in her arms. An ambulance rolled in, it’s sirens louder than ever.

“Can w’go home, mommy?” Eloise asked. The woman looked at Spencer.

He smiled and placed his hand on Y/N’s back. “Uh we have to get you checked out first but after that, we can go, okay?” He nodded with a comforting smile.

Y/N bit her lip and kissed Eloise again before they headed towards the ambulances.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Eloise other than the harsh bruise on her arm was fine. Now, they were all sitting in her bedroom. The girl was on her bed and Spencer and Y/N kneeled in front of it.

“An’ I tol’ him i wanted my mommy and my Spenther but he was so mad.” The girl squeezed her blue bird as Y/N and Spencer nodded along. She insisted on telling them what happened to her.

When she was waiting to be picked up, she was playing with a toy that Y/N packed in her bag. She wasn’t paying attention and just… got in the car. She only realized that it wasn’t Spencer when she asked him to play her mom’s driving song and he wouldn’t do it. When he turned around to face her, she became scared.

“It’s okay, baby.” Y/N nodded. “You’re with your mommy and your Spencer now.” She leaned forward and kissed the girl’s cheek. “Are you ready to have the best sleep over ever!?” She asked.

Spencer chuckled. “I sure am, what about you Eloisey?”

The girl giggled and clapped her hands. “Yeth!”

Y/N smiled. “I will go get the ice cream and the hot fudge and Spencer will hook up a movie on your TV, okay?”

She nodded and Y/N stood up, leaving the room. Spencer sighed and stood up, going to Eloise’s TV to put in her Tangled CD.

“Spenther?”

Spencer glanced back at her. “Yes, Eloisey?”

“Was the mithter who took me was my dad?” She asked. Spencer froze and let his hands fall to his sides.

He turned around. “Um… he w—“

“‘Cause I don’ want him to be my dad.” She shook her head.

Spencer let out a breath. “Well, Eloise��“

“I wan’ you to be my Dad.” She smiled. Spencer’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Because mommy tol’ me dat dad’s wuv their babies.” She breathed. “You love me?”

“Of course I do—“

“And she also told me dat dad’s wuv their baby’s mommy. You wuv my mommy?

“Yes, very much but I—“

She go off of her bed and waddled over to Spencer. “An’ she said dar dad’s protet their baby.” She lifted her arms above her head, wanting him to pick her up. He did and propped her on his hip. “An’ you proteted me.” She touched his nose and leaned forward, kissing his cheek.

Spencer’s eyes stung with tears. “Of course I protected you. I will always protect you and your mommy.”

Y/N walked into the room with three bowls of ice cream and tears running down her face. She had been listening to their conversation.

“Mommy, why are you crying?”

Y/N pressed her lips together. “I’m— I’m just happy to see you guys.”

Spencer bit his lip. “Y/N?”

“Spence?”

“Will— will you marry me?”

The woman stood there, frozen. “I-I know I don’t have a ring but the second I get a chance I will go and buy you one. I just—“

“I don’t need a ring, Spencer.” She smiled. “Of course I will marry you.”

Spencer smiled and looked down at Eloise. “Isnit okay if I marry your mom?” He asked, putting his forehead against hers.

“Um… Fuck yes!”

“Eloise!”

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Yayyyyyyy

Also just so you know, Jake isn’t dead but he will not be a physical problem anymore!

This is not the end of this series! There is more dad!spencer to come! I hope you enjoyed this! I know I did— also, give me ideas of future chapters! I’d love to hear them and possibly write them

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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Sharing Part 2

Pairing: Roman Reigns X Reader (fem), Dean Ambrose X Reader (fem)

Warnings: Talk of BDSM. Very mature content. Mentions of previous abusive relationship.

Note to the reader: Cliffhanger alert. Yes, the next part will continue at the very moment this one stops and is halfway written already.

The Sharing Series was based on a request from @Startwithaheart

Henry brought his service dog, Kal, to the club. I hadn’t asked why he needed a service dog, but Kal was always an angel, so nobody minded…… At least, he was an angel until Y/N was around. She’d been around for the first couple of years of his life, and when the two got together, all they wanted to do was play and love on each other.

Personally, I loved watching them. Y/N would get so happy she’d giggle, and the sound was wonderful. It was worth all the dog hair we had on our clothes by the time we went home. The problem was that Kal often disobeyed Henry when Y/N was around, so Kal was now in trouble, laying down beside Henry’s chair and pouting while we played poker.

Henry’s loud booming laugh seemed to fill the room. “So, I’m as naked as a jaybird, and this female police officer comes around the building, and she’s just…..” As Kal began to get up and walk to Y/N, Henry’s attention snapped to the giant dog. “Kal…. Kal.” The dog completely ignored Henry.

Ann called to the dog too as Henry grabbed his collar trying to stop him. Kal just wouldn’t obey for anything. He wiggled around in Henry’s grip until he was free, and he ran to Y/N’s side, resting his head on her lap. “Kal!” Henry called the dog back.

Anne put a hand on Henry’s arm, “No. Stop. Let him.” The urgency of her voice alerted Henry that something was wrong. Ann rose and rushed to kneel in front of Y/N. “She’s having a panic attack.”

A panic attack? She didn’t have panic attacks. My world seemed to spiral out of control. My baby girl was hurting, and I didn’t know what to do.

“Princess?” Henry calmly approached Y/N. Princess? His pet name for when she was his sub? I’d handle that later. Now I had to take care of my girl. “Are you ok?”

I pushed Henry and Ann out of the way rudely while I pulled Y/N onto my lap. Kal followed after her, resting his head back on her leg and kissing her hand. She nestled her head in my neck and I felt her muscles relax just a bit. “I’m here, baby girl. I’m here. Tell me what’s wrong.” I soothed her while I watched Ann pull Henry back a bit.

Y/N’s tears began to seep through my shirt, and she was shaking. I whispered in her ear as soothingly as I could. “Talk to me baby.” I ran a hand over the back of her head “Let me help you.”

I felt her breathe and try to talk a couple of times before she finally managed to whisper. “First dom is here.”

“First dom?” I repeated and watched as Henry’s face blanched almost as much as Y/N’s.

“Oh fuck!” Henry turned to the door, his gaze evaluating every man standing in the hallway outside. “Who?”

Y/N didn’t answer but sobbed as she tried to calm down. “Baby,” I soothed her. ��I need you to be strong for one minute.” I pulled back so I could look into her eyes. “Just for a minute. Can you do that for me?”  I cupped her face in my hand and was overjoyed when she nodded yes.

“In the hallway. Grey suit. Blonde hair.” Her eyes pleaded for my praise.

I pulled her closer and she snuggled back into my neck. “Good girl. We’re going to take care of it.” I turned my attention back to Ann and Henry. “Ann, take her into the billiards room.”

Y/N grabbed tighter at me and whined out her protest. “Just for a second baby. Just for a second. We’re going to get him banned from this club.” When her grip on me didn’t release I begged her to agree. “C’mon baby. It’s for your safety.” She still didn’t release.

My mind raced looking for a way to get her to feel safe while I handled getting him kicked out. My first thought was Henry, but I immediately imagined her clinging to him. I was still seething about him calling her Princess, and I was sure that had just been an accident. No. Henry wasn’t an option. I wouldn’t want her holding on to anyone…. Anyone but….. “Will you go with Daddy Dean?” I whispered in her ear.

She eased her grip on my back a tad, and she nodded. She pulled away from me, and I smiled at her. “Ok baby. Go with Ann. I’ll send Daddy Dean in to get you.” I helped her stand, and Kal stood, nuzzling his head into Y/N’s hand. “Kal can go with you too.” Henry quickly nodded his agreement.

With a resigned sigh and her hand on Kal’s back, her fingers running through his thick fur, Y/N followed Ann into the next room. I pulled out my phone and texted Dean. “Emergency. Y/N needs you now. Come to Conference room.”

I had no sooner looked out the door to find Dean than I saw him rushing toward me, pushing people out of his way with barely even acknowledging them. He was to me in under a minute. “What’s up?” He looked ready to pounce on whatever was hurting my baby girl, and that calmed me a bit. He would keep her safe.

“Y/N is in the billiards room. I need her kept safe and calmed down if you can.” I could see Dean’s thoughts running through his head and didn’t have time to answer the questions he had. “Take her up to my room, and…” I looked around to ensure nobody was watching. “Do whatever you need to do to calm her.”

Dean looked at me and saw no resistance. “Seriously?”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “I trust you. She needs you. Can you do this?” He didn’t need to answer. I saw the resolve in his eyes. Before he said yes, he was already turning to go to her, and I was already heading out the door.

____________________________________________________________

 An hour and 15 minutes…. It took a fucking hour and 15 minutes to get the scumbag kicked out and banned, and he hadn’t gone quietly. I could still hear him yelling “Which fucking cunt ex was making up terrible lies to smear my good name?”

Dean had done exactly what I needed him to do. He kept her safe in my room and got her a few drinks to calm her nerves, but when I finally got to my room, I found her on Dean’s lap nuzzled into his neck. In truth, I was a little relieved to find they weren’t in bed. I’d basically given him permission to fuck her if she needed, and yet my good girl and my friend were sitting clothed, listening to music while Dean told her made up fairy tales. It was then I realized she must have gone little. Of course, she had. She’d gone little the second she’d finished describing her ex to me.

“Baby girl.” Dean picked her up as he stood and handed her over to me. She placed a kiss on his neck before releasing his neck from her grip and leaning into me. “Did daddy dean take care of you?”

She nodded yes. I carried her to the bed, and I sat on the edge before setting her into my lap. As before, she nuzzled her nose in my neck. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” I stroked her hair and held her tight, feeling her relax a bit more. “Do you want Daddy Dean to finish his story?” She quickly nodded yes, and Dean took a seat beside me.  

Y/N moved her head out of my neck so she could see Dean and leaned into my chest. “Ah, let’s see where did I stop? Oh yeah! So, the princess was tending bar at a strip club when the prince walked in.”

Now that Y/N was relaxing, I was too. “A strip club? What kinda fairytale is this?” I laughed.

Dean shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m making it up as I go along.” He looked back to my baby girl and “One of the men at the club was being very mean and pushy to the princess, and when the prince saw, he came to her rescue. Wait! No. Did the princess rescue herself?” He teased Y/N and she giggled a bit.

Just seeing her more relaxed than when she’d seen her ex was relaxing me. Dean’s story was strange and odd, but if it made her laugh, I loved it. We sat listening to the most insane fairy tale ever with ogres rampaging backstage and everything.

Every so often, Y/N reached out to touch Dean. Sometimes when she was laughing, sometimes just because.

When Dean was done, he stood up. “I should get out of here and let you two go to bed.”

Just as he finished saying it, Y/N reached out to grab his hand. She held it tight, keeping him at our side. “No. Tell another story,” she whined at him.

He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. “It’s time for your daddy to take care of you.”

“No.” She insisted.

She’d had a scare, and Dean has been an incredible friend to us. I rubbed her back soothingly. “Do you want Daddy Dean to stay and play with us?”

Both of them looked wide-eyed at me in shock for a minute. She seemed to think it over carefully. “Would that be ok, daddy? Can Daddy Dean stay?”

Dean’s eyes mirrored her question. “You’ve had a really bad night. Daddy Dean was very good to you and kept you safe. I’m ok with him staying if you are.”

I found only happiness when I looked at her. She nodded yes as she looked over at Dean. “Fuck yeah!”

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In the years leading upto the Battle of Plassey , Bengal was going through some extremely tough times . Accounts by contemporary writers describes vividly the problems faced by the common man .  This was a period when the East India company was gaining more political power . The true ruling class , the Nawab of Bengal and his aides immersed themselves in luxury and debauchery . On the other hand infamous zamindaars such as Devi Singha made life miserable for the common folk . And then there was famines , epidemics , droughts and inability to pay taxes . But still the people fought on with a smile on their lips . But even that seemed to disappear with the onset of Maratha raids into Bengal in mid 18th century . The “bargee” attacks , as they became popularly known , was so devastating and horrifying that they have been permanently etched in Bengali memory in form of lullaby songs . Even today bengali mothers lull their babies to sleep singing “ Sleep fast my child , for the bargees are coming ! The bulbul birds have eaten all crops , how are we going to pay taxes ? “But who were these ‘bargees’ ?The word bargee is thought to derive from Persian ‘Baargee’ which denoted a cavalry soldier . The other type of  cavalry men used to be called Shiledaars . The government used to provide horses and weaponry to the baargees . The shiledaars on the other hand had to source these themselves . In those times , the sultans of Ahmednagar developed the art of sudden stealth attacks , which came to be known as ‘baargeer-giri’ . This mode of guerrilla warfare was effective and gained massive popularity all throughout the Deccan , including Maharashtra . In the year 1740 Alivardi Khan defeated and killed his master and the then Nawab of Bengal , Sarafaraz Khan and himself sat on the throne of Bengal . But the brother in law of Sarfaraz , Naib Nazeem of Orissa Rustam Jung turned against Alivardi to avenge the wrong done to his brother . Alivardi defeated Rustam Jung and dethroned him from his Orissa office . In retaliation , Rustam Jung went to Nagpur  and sought the help of Raghuji Bhonsle , the then ruler of the region . Raghuji Bhonsle’s Diwan , Bhaskar Kolhatkar AKA Bhaskar Pandit launched an attack on Bengal with all his might . The raids continued for a period spanning 9 years and according to contemporary Dutch estimates , four lakh people died in the bloodbath . It devastated the economy of Bengal and created a period of anarchy and terror . The bargees gradually approached uptill the capital at Murshidabad and sacked the city and plundered the houses of the rich . The Britishers of East India Company on the other hand became anxious about a possible attack on the emerging prosperous city of Calcutta , their main hub . To deter any attack , they began digging a giant moat around the entire town . Luckily the bargees did not attack Calcutta and the work on the moat was discarded midway . The moat was eventually filled up in 1890s and made into upper and lower circular roads ( Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose road & Acharya Prafulla Chandra road presently ) A certain poet named Gangaram composed a poetry describing the affairs of the bargee raids in his book called “Maharashtra Puran” . Parts of it describe the horrors faced by civilians in those times – “ They round up everyone and loot their gold and silver . They cut off the hands of some . To others they cut off the nose and the ears . For the rest they simply chop off their heads . The pretty ladies they take away and tie them up . Then they take turns to rape until they start crying to be spared . The set the homes of the rich on fire and destroy all the temples of Vishnu . They tie up their captives , fold up their hands and kick on their chest with their heavy boots . Those who have money give it to them and escape death . Those who don’t have money have no other option other than to surrender to death . The Brahmins flee with their sacred books under their arms ! The goldsmiths flee with their measuring insruments . The shopkeepers flee with their wares . The metal workers flee with their copper and brass . The blaksmiths flee along with earthen pot makers . The fishermen flee with their nets . Rich men’s wives unaccustomed to walking flee with loads over their heads ! The khetris and the rajputs also flee in fear dropping their swords . The gosais and the mohants of temples flee on palanquins . The Mughals , sayeds and sheikhs also flee in terror hearing of the bargees . The pregnant women are forced to deliver their child along roadways . “None managed to escape the wrath of the bargees. Numerous temples of Bengal were looted and plundered . Fables narrate how the iconic neem wood deity of Dhameshwar Gouranga ( Chaitanya mahaprabhu ) , worshipped by Bishnupriya ( Consort of Mahaprabhu himself ) also had to be buried for quite a few years to save him from the bargee raids! Such lawlessness continued for almost 9 years . In the end , the nawab of Bengal entered into a pact of truce with the bargees conceding Orissa to them on the condition that they would never return to Bengal . During such tumultuous times , the bargees reached upto the capital of the Malla dynasty kings – Bishnupur . Mallas have been a dominant power in that part of the state for more than a 1000 years ! When the bargees approached , the people panicked and started praying to the presiding deity of the town , Madanmohan . It is said that during this time people saw Madanmohan manifest and rush into battlefield ! He lifted up a giant iron cannon and started firing into the bargee hordes that were trying to enter the city . The cannon would later get the name ‘Dala-mardana’ or “destroyer of hordes” and can still be seen in Bishnupur . Madanmohan successfully defeated the bargees and protected his devotees . This tale has been narrated for centuries in Bishnupur and has become one of the popular religious folklores of Bengal .  But this Madanmohan is not originally a deity of Bishnupur . He is said to have been brought to Bishnupur from elsewhere by Malla king Bir Hambir .One source opines that Madanmohan originally resided at the ShriPaat Chaatraa of Srirampore . This was the residence of Kashishwar Pandita , one of the associates of Chaitanya . Bir Hambir brought Madanmohan to his kingdom and after installing a new deity of Radharani beside him , honoured him with the status of ‘Nagar devata’ of Bishnupur . The entire story raises some fundamental questions and doubts – The first question is , if the marathas are considered the champions of Hinduism and viewed largely as upholders of indian valour , why did they plunder and loot the Bengali temples  ?! The second question that may arise is , did Madanmohan indeed manifest and do this impossible act ? In order to answer this , one must understand that history is never unidimensional and one pointed as we tend to think . History has many complex layers . As the saying goes – “ history is written by victors “ . If we twist it slightly it would be safe to say that history is written by the privileged . Or perhaps , History is most often written with an agenda ! Therefore history , by its very nature , can never be complete nor foolproof . We tend to overlook the fact that in history two opposing ideas can also be true simultaneously . Therefore , every Brahmin need not be a tyrant evil oppressor nor every low caste an oppressed . Every deity taken away from a temple may not amount to a sacrilege and dishonour of hinduism . Taj mahal is not a name changed hindu shaivite temple . Gyan Vapi is not a mosque built on virgin soil . A thousand such historical over simplifications or agenda driven narratives have done more damage to true history than good . It is very necessary to have an open mind while discussing such a tricky subject as ‘bargee attack’ . I will lay down some points which will provide the readers with food for thought . But it is upto them to interpret why the bargees did what they did .1 – Bhaskar pandit organised a full fledged Bengali styled Durgotsav in Dainhaat of Bardhaman district . New pratima was built , new chandi mandap temple constructed and  thousands of sacrificial animals were brought in and grand preparations were begun . But in the night of MahaNavami , Alivardi Khan sent a message of truce and took Bhaskar Pandit into confidence and had him killed . The puja remained  unfinished . Even today ruins of the chandi mandap can be seen at Dainhaat . Understandably , Bhaskar pandit was not anti bengali or anti hindu per se and he embraced Bengali customs and culture . In this context it is worth remembering that the cult deity of Marathas , Tulja Bhawani ( from whom legend says Chatrapati Shivaji received his sword ) is also an image of Mahishamardini . Presumably , the marathas quickly saw the sameness in the rituals and ideas and were glad to adapt . 2- Just like the Mughal army had hindus in their ranks or the british indian army was largely constituted of the Indian soldiers , in the same way the bargees also had men of all castes and religions in their ranks . They even had large battalions of muslim men . It would be unfair to expect that the Islamic bargees would be respectful towards bengali idolators and their practices . 3- human ethics and moral values have underwent massive changes in recent times .  In ancient times , we did not have human rights commission , supreme court or the like . Survival of the fittest was the mantra for the times . In an event of attack it was normal for the army to indulge in plunder and loot . The rulers unofficially allowed their men to have a free hand in ‘exploits of war’ after a hard earned victory . This was a sort of incentive for the men ! Remember in those days warfare had more to do with brute strength and direct combat than with intelligence as it has become nowadays after advent of computer controlled war machinery ! During such post war plunders , rape , looting , rampage and selling humans into slavery became the norm .This was true for the entire world throught history !4 – The temples in Bengal which harbour tales of bargee attacks are mostly vaishnavaite shrines , namely Radha Krishna or Gouranga ( Chaitanya ) temples . Both these divinities would have been unknown to the Marathas whose own brand of Vaishnavism were centered around Vithhal , Rukmini and Satyabhama  . It is possible that unknown gods attracted more wrath .5- But interestingly the marathas were also one of the chief patrons of the Puri Jagannath temple . The hati vesha or Gaja vesha of Jagannath was directly due to Maratha influence over Jagannatha cult .  The  form of Jagannatha too would have been largely unknown to the marathas . That being said , they would have definitely been aqquianted with the tirtha mahatmya of Puri and the name of Jagannath from the puranas and scriptures . 6- In all probabilities Bhaskar Pandit did receive some support from the local hindu populace . The records of his durgotsav mentions throngs of villagers coming to participate in his puja . Presumably , there was both an element of fear and awe working amongst the masses . 7- It is hard to answer whether Madanmohan manifested in form or not , from a point of view of history . Such things are matters of faith and are best left untouched by history ( or even historians ) . However if we introspect purely from a historical perspective some hypothetical probabilities may be suggested . In hindu society when a man narrowly escapes a danger , he often attributes his miraculous escape to the mercy and compassion of his cherished deity . Its common for such a bhakta to say – “ I got saved due to intervention or madanmohan “ . It is very much possible that the Malla dynasty kings who ruled over a jungle infested tricky terrain and whose subjects largely comprised of martial races and tribes , overrun the bargees by their military strength and the pious king attributed the win to the mercy of Madanmohan . In due course of time this popular way of saying aqquired more realistic and literal connotations and became etched in collective memory as madanmohan manifesting in person ! Just a “what if” …. but worth a thought nonetheless !8 – It is also possible that the bargees themselves chose not to attack the malla kings , who in any case had been famous as champions of Hinduism for the last 1000 years . I have laid out the points to contemplate on . It is upto you to draw the final conclusion . History is never straightforward . All we can do is record and mention the loose ends . If the ends meet , well and fine . If they do not , it is best to be honest and admit that history is unclear thereafter  , rather than to try make them meet by force and end up projecting a personal political or sociological agenda unto history . But even after so much , the people of Bishnupur could not keep their beloved Madanmohan in their town . Malla Raja Chaitanya Singha got into a financial debacle and had to take a loan of a thefty sum of money from rich zamindar businessman Gokul Mitra of Calcutta . By this time , the sun had already began to set on the glories of Malla dynasty and Calcutta had begun to emerge as the next economic and political capital of India . In exchange of the money , Chaitanya Singha mortgaged his nagar devata Madanmohan to Gokul Mitra . When Malla king was unable to return the money back in due time ,  Madanmohan was left back at disposal of Gokul who went to build him a grand new temple . Even today visitors to Kumartuli in Calcutta can see the grand temple of madanmohan built in typical greaco roman neoclassical colonial style . At Bishnupur a replica deity was installed which also got stolen a few decades back . A second replica of Madanmohan is presently housed in the original temple back at bishnupur . So did Madanmohan really manifest ? Well, the eyes of a rationalist seek out different things from the eyes of an artist . To an artist , his divine manifestation is of much more importance because it has ‘rasa’ . It has the power to soothe the mind and senses from the drudgery of daily monotonous existence . To the artist , the supernatural is more appealing than the natural . But then again it is the ‘natural’ that gives birth to the ‘supernatural’ .  In this painting I have strived to bridge the gap between the two with the string of bhakti . Jay Madanmohan .

Text an art by Halley Goswami

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Plague Rat Chapter 2

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Hospitals were sadly a breeding ground for Akuma. People angry at their diagnostics, people angry about waiting so long, doctors furious hat people were being idiots. 

Often Ladybug and Chat would let some Akumas rampage a bit if they felt it was needed. One memorable one was a woman who’d lost her baby and who had needed to rip into the river who had hit their car while on the phone. She had forced everyone to see what had happened to her and her baby when they were hit.

 Car accidents had dropped quickly after that. 

 Due to that often the news would stake out hospitals, and they had custom alarms to alert them to the fact there was trouble. The hospital would send a photo to the news quickly to warn the public.

 So no one was to shocked to see a new Akuma, even if she was a bit odd-looking.

  Adrien knew it was Marinette as soon as he saw it. Hawkmoth had seen her as Multimouse it seemed and was happily using it to taunt them. He felt a spark of guilt in his stomach at seeing her. Everyone knew what had happened- that Alya had exposed her to her sick sisters because of Lila. The entire class was eyeing Lila now, even as she claimed new things, that she hadn’t meant for this to happen.

 Adrien felt a little sick.

 He did believe in the high road, but he had tried to make sure Marinette was okay. He fought for her, told Lila off and managed to prove to Nino and a few of the others that Lila was lying about Marinette. 

 But it was never enough. And it wasn’t like Lila really meant harm right? She wasn’t that far gone. Maybe she had simply thought Marinette was exaggerating the issues she had with her immune system. Maybe…

 Adrien didn’t want to think he could have messed up so badly- that Lila wasn’t a good person or that he was wrong and some people were just bad. He wanted to believe in the good in everyone and maybe that was naive but he did. 

 Still, maybe you know… taking the long route to go save Lila might be a good idea. You know to see if any civilians were hit.

 Not to let Marinette’s get a few hits in of course not!

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 Alya had been the first hit. Plague Rat had used her IV stand like a weapon and had shot her with a dark energy that swarmed her.  She had started coughing, black marks covering her arms. The akuma… Marinette had told her if she told the truth it would be her cure before she’d left, mentioning she wasn’t her target.

 Alya had hesitated before confessing but the coughing was slowly getting worse and so she just started talking. Confessing she had dumped the twins on Marinette and never paid. Confessed she had been sneaking out at night. Confessed she had been jealous of Marinette. Confessed she felt like a bad friend to Marinette and she had been desperate for her to be lying so she could prove to herself she wasn’t. 

 She had even confessed she had been lying to herself and that she had always known that Lila’s stories were far fetched but at the time they made sense until she really started to look and then she started lying to herself because she was scared. Scared about what it meant about her that she went for them, treated her friend badly. What it meant for her blog.

 When she was done her cough and black marks were gone and she felt better. Her parents looked stunned while Marinette’s had left when she started talking. Didn’t want to hear it.

 She didn’t blame them.

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 Tikki flew around the hospital, looking for someone to help. She needed to find someone who would give the earrings back, who would be willing to fight.

 She found her answer in a nurse.

 “Ack!” the nurse jerked back, eyes wide upon seeing her. “What… wait, you’re a Kwami!”

 “... Were you there when Queen Bee revealed herself?” asked Tikki.

 “Yeah, I was… shit, was Ladybug hit? Is she… no.” the nurse shook her head. “I don’t need to know.”

 “Thank you. I need your help, please! We need a ladybug!” Tikki begged. The nurse blinked, before she opened the door she was near to show a doctor standing there, eyes wide. 

 “Uhhh, Dr. Sole-”

 “Go.” the doctor said. The nurse nodded.

 “I’m Amy by the way,” she told Tikki, taking the earrings and removing her studs to put the earrings in.

 “Tikki. Now, normally an adult can use the Miraculous multiple times before needing to untransform, but the Ladybug is different in it uses a lot more magical energy and you need to be in tune with it. You’re a healer, you’re in tun enough you can use me for about six minutes after using Lucky Charm.”

 “...How young are the current Ladybug and Chat?” asked Amy and Tikki had to answer, wincing.

 “Ladybug is fourteen. She has great magical potential and resonates incredibly strongly with me. In the future…”

 “I get it.” Amy sighed. “Long term gains. Still- I’ll give you my address later. They can swing by if needed to chat or for first aid.” She nodded and asked for the transformation phrase. Tikki grinned.

 She liked this girl. Maybe she would work with a Miraculous herself.

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 Plague Rat, most of Paris decided, was more of an annoyance then a threat. She didn’t have destructive powers, she just made you sick until you confessed your lies. Which some of the police were finding helpful as criminals were being forced to confess things and did cause a few people to get slapped when they confessed they were cheating on their partners. 

 Someone for fun began live streaming and following the Akuma. No one thought it was that bad, and a new station quickly managed to pay to have the stream be put on their show.

 No one thought it was bad.

 Until the Mayor got hit and he collapsed, covered in dark spots and vomiting blood.

 “Confess or die.” Plague Rat told him. “Your lies are numerous and you will die if you do not confess.” The mayor screamed she couldn’t do this to him but as his breath became shakier and his body, in front of everyone, began breaking down, began to confess. Every bribe, lie and extortion he had done. Every single thing he had done to become mayor. The fact he had paid off the judge not to put Chloe in jail for her actions as Miracle Queen. The fact he took bribes from Hawkmoth not to have the police go after him. The fact he was cheating on his wife with a dozen women. 

 It kept going, and slowly the plague began slinking off him. Plague Rat simply watched as did everyone else. The Livestream kept going and all of Paris realized that while she wasn’t causing destruction, Plague Rat really was a dangerous Akuma.

 Every person like the mayor felt terrified. None more so than a teenage girl who had been cornered by the first victim of Plague Rat, and through her discovered that like a true plague, the Akuma’s disease was contagious even after being cured.

 Lila vomited blood in front of her mother, who had been with her, in front of her classmates who had also come to confront her, in front of Alya’s camera.

 “So you are nothing more than a fucking liar,” Alya said, voice shaky as she stood there. She had begged her parents to let her confront Lila, begged them to let her Livestream this. She had just wanted the girl to be exposed. She didn’t want this. “Tell the truth, Lila, tell it!”

 “I’m not-” Lila coughed and more blood came out.

 “We all saw it on TV Lila, you keep lying and don’t confess…” Alya closed her eyes and then opened them. “I wouldn’t have come if I knew I would infect you. But I doubt that Marinette wouldn’t have come herself.”

 “You’re right.” a voice said, and the Akuma was behind them. “I would have.” They all turned to stare at her but the Akuma was looking at Lila. “Confess or die.”

 “You wouldn’t kill me,” Lila said, but she screamed as she collapsed and one of her legs looked like it was rotted away. 

 “Why?” The Akuma tilted her head and waited. Lila looked so lost and scared as she lay there. “You’re nothing but a liar. What power do you have over me?”

 “I worked with Hawkmoth!” Lila snapped, and a tiny amount of black marks vanished from her. “He wouldn’t-”

 “You’re nothing to him. You have no protection from him. You’re nothing.” Plague Rat told her and Lila looked so lost while everyone else was in shock. “Confess.”

 Lila didn’t but she ended up vomiting again, this time teeth coming with it. It was enough.

 “I lied about knowing Ladybug, Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale. I lied to my mother about school being closed and told everyone I was in Achu. I don’t know Prince Ali.” Lila began and it kept going. She talked and talked, telling every truth she’d lied about. About getting Marinette expelled, about lying about Marinette bullying her. She told how she had lied to Gabriel Agreste about the class and how she had been manipulating Adrien to try and force him to date her. Including her attempt to claim he had slept with her but refused to date her. Gabriel hadn’t believed it and it had caused issues with her business partnership she was trying to correct. 

 “... you know I never thought lies hurt people.” Remarked a voice and they looked to see Chat Noir standing there. “Her lies were so stupid I thought they weren’t worth exposing. But…” 

 No one knew he was kicking himself, thinking of the fact it took him hearing he was her next target to make him realize she was dangerous.

 “I can’t…” Mrs. Rossi looked ill while Lila scowled at them all, almost fully cured.

 “I want to know- did you know I could die when you told Alya I had to be lying? Did you purposely try to kill me?” Lila looked at the Akuma, her face screwed up. A long moment passed.

 “I don’t give a single damn if you live or die. I wanted you in the hospital. If you died… I would have been happy.” Lila spat out and Alya dropped her phone, while everyone stepped away from Lila in horror.

 Plague Rat nodded.

 “That’s all I wanted to know.” She turned and looked as an adult in red and black landed. The woman looked like she had black armour on, with the red dots on her chest forming a red cross. “Who are you?”

 “Ladybug was one of your first victims at the hospital. She couldn’t confess as her lies were about being Ladybug, so her kwami looked for someone to help. I’m a nurse there. Call me… Nurse Bug.”

 “...Ok.\, that’s bad.” Chat said. “Healer Bug!”

 “That’s bad too.” Nurse Bug told him while Plague Rat tilted her head and a butterfly appeared around her face. She was silent for a second before she began speaking, but this voice was different.

 “I did not know the extent of Miss Rossi’s actions. I would never condone them.” Hawkmoth’s voice came from Plague Rat. “However, I still demand your Miraculous!” Nurse Bug and Chat Noir got ready to fight. 

 “Any combat training?” Chat asked quietly.

 “Some judo training.” Nurse Bug said before they launched themselves at Plague Rat who used her IV stand to bat them away. Nurse But however dodged under it and grabbed it from her, twisting around and bringing it down to smash on the ground, releasing a butterfly she quickly used the yoyo to grab.

 “...What the fuck?” Chat asked.

 “Do you know how many patients try to hit us with that. That’s normal.” Nurse Bug said, purifying the Akuma. 

 The people watching though were more focused on Lila who still wasn’t fully cured of the plague caused by the Akuma. Meaning she had many, many more lies to say.

When Marinette stood there, shaking in her flimsy robe, Alya said in a very dark voice to Lila.

 “I will gladly give this video to the police. Mrs. Rossi, are you willing to let Lila be charged?” Lila opened her mouth but her mother beat her to it.

 “Yes.”

 Lila’s face went pale.

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Divided I Fall

IT'S FINALLY DONE! I am so sorry this took so fucking long, it took me like a year to write because my art brain forcibly took over my body for a stupid amount of time but now it is DONE and you can SEE it with your EYEBALLS. Anyway... This, This is a project I have been planning for YEARS but took some stuff lining up just right for it to sift to the top of my oneshot backlog. It is, to keep it simple and not spoil too much, an origin story for a character that's shown up in my stuff before.

As one important note before I begin... This fic stars a character of a fakemon species known as Vahirom, created by @kynimdraws on Tumblr/kyleenim on Twitter, used with permission. If you steal it I will be offended on her behalf and personally boil your toes. Got it?

ANYWAY:

Divided I Fall

Zygarde had a dilemma.

Unova had too many humans and they had it too good. But there was nothing they could do to thwart them without letting the other Legends in on his game. What to do?

As they stewed on this, lurking on the edge of civilization, they looked up, and there they saw it.

A meteor, careening down toward the nearby hills. It crashed, sending out sparks of light and a shockwave, which Zygarde weathered easily. They were a god, after all.

"Lots of those since AZ broke the sky," they muttered.

They slithered through the earth until they got to the impact crater, emerging in its center to find, surprise surprise, a meteor. However, it was one they could tell was a Metionite, a kind made of an extremely rare, alien ore.

It was then they got an idea.

An awful idea.

Zygarde got a wonderful, awful idea.

They started burrowing their own cells into the Metionite, pumping it full of energy. Godly energy. Draconic energy. The Meteonite contracted and curved until it turned into a small gray orb.

Zygarde tapped it.

And it burst to life.

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What am I?

What is this place?

Those were my first thoughts as I gazed around, wide-eyed, until my eyes fell on a strange green and black titan.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

"I am Zygarde, the guardian of order, and you are my creation!" the titan said in a booming voice.

"You created me?"

"Yes! For one purpose!"

The titan pointred a claw to the southwest. "There's an infestation of these pests called humans around thataway. Deal with them for me."

I looked in that direction. Seemed simple enough.... But something didn't feel right.

"...Very well."

Tubes extended from my shoulders and attached to my tail as my wings flared. I took off.

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I arrived to find strange structures,domes, blocks and pyramids, and walking among them strange creatures. Were these the humans Zygarde mentioned? "Deal with them." What did that even mean?

I got closer and as I did they started acting strangely. They seemed... Afraid?

"You creatures! What are you?"

They were making loud screams now. They didn't seem less afraid. Maybe they couldn't understand me? How DO I talk to them then? Come on, think think think-

~-Think!~

Thehumans stopped, gazed up. I had communicated by... Thinking really hard?

~Uh... Humans! I mean you no harm! I just wish to... Deal with you!~

The humans started murmuring among each other before a more elaborate-looking human came forth.

"You, great dragon! What do you propose as a deal?"

Oh, I can understand THEM fine. But good question...

~Let me think.~

What do I even tell this person? I guess... If they were afraid of me, they had other things to be afraid of. That wasn't good. Maybe...

"If you give me shelter and a home, I will aid you however I can. Is that a satisfactory deal?"

The elaborate human slowly blinked several times slowly before rapidly nodding.

":We will accept your offer... B=but my warriors will keep an eye on you."

I looked to the "warrior" humans he spoke of. They were trembling. Everyone was looking at me with unease,

This would take some adjusting.

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I was in my own corner of the city, surrounded by more of these warriors. They were taking shifts watching me, but they all seemed scared. Almost as if they felt if I tried anything they couldn't stop me.

I didn't feel like doing anything that needed stopping... but then I wasn't sure WHAT to do. I had made the deal with the humans but I wasn't sure how to enact i-

Just then I heard a roar, in the distance. The warriors looked to me, then to the source of the sound. They seemed confused that it wasn't me. Soon another warrior rushed up to them.

"T-there's a Scolipede trying to take over the farmland!"

"O-one of those? Why?"

"They're immensely territorial! It claimed the farms as its own!"

What was this beast? The humans needed help. But they wouldn't let me help...

...Then again they couldn't stop me.

I activated my tail turbine and lifted off as the warriors panicked, and I jetted off to where the other warrior had came from.

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When I arrived there was indeed a large, purple, insectoid Pokémon rampaging about. Several warriors and their Pokémon were trying to pierce its chitinous armor, to no avail. It was much bigger than the humans, that's for sure.

...But it was much smaller than me.

I flew ove4r to and landed right in front of it. It looked up but seemed unphased.

"What do YOU want?"

"I want you to stop bothering these humans."

"Why should I? This is MY turf." "No it's not. As far as I can tell the humans were here first." "Well it's mine now."

I narrowed my eyes. "Leave. Now."

The Scolipede scoffed. "Make me."

"If you insist."

I flicked him with a claw.

He went sailing back into a tree with a very loud thud and collapsed, unconscious.

Humans started gathering around, looking on in awe. Then they started cheering. It was only then I realized the magnitude of what I'd done.

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Things changed after that rather quickly. Or, they did from my perspective anyway.

The humans, after that, regarded me as a protector. Not only that, they gave me authority. It wasn't much at first, I started as captain of the warrior, but as time went on and I helped the humans more and more I ascended to the right-hand mon of their rulers.

They called me Vahirom, or more commonly, the Iron Arbiter.

They adored me. And I grew to adore them. They cared for me and I cared for them back. And after time things changed. I learned how to alter my form to be like them.

It started simply, firsty with mimicking their speech, but then I started to learn how to alter my physical form, this way and that way, until I had come to resemble them in my own way. It was at that point the Iron Arbiter was both a dragon Pokémon and a human.

And someone didn't like that at all.

One day they returned, while I was alone, sitting on the throne the humans built for me. I looked up into their glowing green eyes as they glared down into mine.

"What is THIS? This isn't what you were supposed to be doing! And why do you LOOK like them?" They stomped a foot on the ground.

I sighed. "It is less intimidating to them than my natural draconic form. And why do YOU look like them? Don't you have forms that are oh so superior?" They winced, and in an instant cells swirled around them to return them to a more traditional serpentine form. "Only to subvert them, manipulate them. You do it for sick kicks! You were supposed to DESTROY them, not help them!"

"There is no need to destroy them. They are flawed yes, but have kindness and charity in their hearts if you know where to find it. I seek to bring that out in them. "You're wrong! All humans are a sin against the natural order! MY order! They need to be purged!"

"Your view is dangerous. And I will not have you threaten my people."

I grew and stretched and bent into my true, draconic form.

"You may have given me life, but I am not yours. They are not yours. Leave, or I will force you to."

Zygarde hesitated, then let out a long, pronounced hisss before disintegrating into cells and vanishing.

I sighed again, then resumed my post.

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Decades passed, that turned into centuries. I saw many humans and their Pokémon come and go, and cherished them all dearly while they lasted.

But then one day two were born that would change my life forever, for better and for worse.

They were twins, born to the current queen and king. They were shown to me soon after they were born. They were lumpy and chubby as human babies were but they had fire and lightning in their eyes from the start.

And thus their parents named them Tentay and Pethakhon, Ancient Unova's words for fire and lightning. As usual, I was assigned to be their guardian. I did not realize then how special they would be to me - and how that would be my downfall.

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The children grew quickly. Their tiny grasping hands grew inquisitive, groping for anything they could reach. At first, I let them pull and tug at my human form, but as they grew older and nimbler I allowed them to play on my dragon form as well.

Eventually they started to talk.

"Say mama!" "Say dada!" their parents clamored. But every time they both pointed at me and said "va va!"

They didn't care. They just laughed.

When they got old enough to learn, I was their teacher. I taught them.... Well, not everything I knew, I was too ancient and powerful for that, but I tried to teach them a good amount. And I definitely tried to answer their many questions.

"How old are you?" asked Tentay. "Older than you can comprehend."

"What's your favorite food?" asked Pethakhon.

"I do love corn cakes."

"Do your parents let you stay up past bedtime?" asked Tentay.

I had to pause and think about that one. My only "parents" were Zygarde and the stars, so...

"I don't listen to my parents. I do what I want."

The twins gasped and looked at each other eagerly. "You can DO that?" they said. I chuckled. "I can. You probably shouldn't until you get older."

The two visibly deflated.

"Not fair..." said Pethakhon.

"I guess we have to listen..." said Tentay.

"No way! We can't!" said Pethakhon. "But we gotta! Or we'll get in trouble!"

"Nuh-uh! We can do it!

I chuckled. By all means this was amusing.

And yet. Something deep inside felt off.

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It came suddenly, swiftly.

The king and queen fell ill, from a terrible disease. They were isolated, only taken care of by a select few.

It was too little, too late.

A grand funeral was held, several ceremonies, a feast, a fitting sendoff. But none of it filled the hole in all our hearts.

Especially not the twins'.

I visited their room afterwards., They were huddled in a corner together, curled up, sitting only a few inches apart. In human form to fit in the room, I pulled them into an embrace.

"I know better than to say it's all right, but... I am here for you."

"But... Mom and dad... They're gone forever," said Tentay.

"They're never coming back... What's gonna happen to us?" said Pethakhon.

I sighed. "I have seen many leave forever just as they did. I can escape it, it is both a gift and a curse, but for your kind it is inevitable. But it is not truly the end. You two will grow to be great, and your children, and your children's children, and so on. I assure you of this. You can pick up the pieces and carry on in their stead. They would want you to."

"...Okay, Va." said Pethakon.

"...I guess so, Va," said Tentay.

They nestled into my arms further. I patted their heads.

We stayed that way a while.

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The two started to near adulthood for their kind, and thus I started teaching them how to rule. . ~Now, you two, I have a question.~

They both shifted in their seats in the courtyard we were in. Teenagers were antsy about being taught. Especially when their teacher was an ancient and powerful dragon.

~Say that there is a famine. What are your main options for dealing with such a thing?~

"Simple," said Tentay. "You spend the royal budget on improving the crops."

~Ah, but such a solution would be expensive... And could be unsustainable."~

"Then we improve the harvest infrastructure over time!" said Pethakhon enthusiastically.

~Yet that could take a long time. Too long. People could starve.~

"Well my method is clearly better!" said Tentay. "It gets more immediate results!"

"You're wrong!" said Pethakhon. "MY plan won't doom us all later!" "It MIGHT not. It will definitely make people starve."

"We have to consider the future!" "The future is NOW, Pethakhon."

"Moron!"

"Imbecile!"

The two continued arguing like this until they finally noticed me waggling a claw mockingly.

~Now now now. Have you considered these solutions aren't mutually exclusive?"

The two of them stared at me. Then started sheepishly rubbing their heads.

"You have a point..." said Tentay. "That could work.." said Pethakhon.

~See?" I said. "If you work against each other nothing gets done. But if you work together...~

"Yes, we understand the moral, well done," said Pethakhon. "Why must we learn things we know already?" said Tentay.

~Because with you two it bears repeating.~

The two blinked and staredbefore rubbing their heads sheepishly again.

"...You have a point," said Tentay.

"We'll. We'll work on it.." said Pethakhon.

I simply smirked.

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They quickly became adults, true kings of Unova, and soon their first test was upon them. The ruler of a desert kingdom smack dab in the middle of Unova was a Volcarona by the name of Heliana. Shee was called before them for a diplomatic meeting, and we all assembled on the border between the desert and greener land.

"Why hello there!" said Heliana, floating before us.

Tentay and Pethakhon stared then turned to me, each whispering.

"She, uh, is a little hard to--" Pethakhon started to say.

"She's a Pokémon, but she can't speak telepathically, so we can't understand her," said Tentay.

"...That." said Pethakhon.

I chuckled. ~Don't worry, I can translate. She just says hi.~

The two nodded and turned back to Heliana.

"Right, hello," said Pethakhon.

"Shall we get down to business?" said Tentay.

"Oh, yes, yes!" said Heliana. "There was a matter of grave importance I wished to speak of with you! It was... Oh, hm, what was it..."

"She isn't very professional," Tentay whispered.

"Shhh!" said Pethakhon, nudging him.

"Oh! I remember now! It was wood!" said Heliana.

"Wood?" said Pethakhon. "My kingdom doesn't exactly have many trees," said Heliana. "I want cedar in particular! I'll offer you our finest textiles and minerals in return!":

"Hmmm. But we need the cedar for-"

"Shhh!" said Pethakhon. "She's making us a great offer!"

"More like a ridiculous one. We can't give her all that cedar!" "But we need the minerals and textiles!"

"She hasn't even specified WHAT minerals and textiles! Think before you leap!" "Well ask her!"

"Fine!"

Tentay took a deep breath and looked Heliana straight in the compound eyes. "You're being awfully vague about what those "minerals" and "textiles" are... Could you be more specific?"

"Oh! Lots of iron, copper... and Silk! Me and my babies spun the silk ourselves!"

"Wait, the silk comes from-" Tentay started to say.

"Sounds great!" said Pethakhon. We'll-"

"No. We need that cedar."

~Now now you two.~ I said. ~Put your heads together. Your wants and needs aren't mutually exclusive.~

They stared. And blinked. And... Well they didn't literally put their heads together but they did start mutually putting their hands to their chins thinking.

"There's some places we could grow... Cedar groves?" said Tentay.

"Yes! And we could loan those groves out to you!" said Pethakhon.

"They would take a while to grow normally but our Grass-types can make them grow faster!" said Tentay.

"Excellent!" said Heliana. "It's a deal! And Hekla and Katla will get started on the silk straight away!"

"Hekla and Katla?" said Pethakhon.

"Who?" said Tentay.

It was then two Larvesta emerged from Heliana's fuzz and divetackled Tentay and Pethakhon each with cries of "Friend! Friend! Friend!"

"My children!" said Heliana. "They spin the finest silk in all the land!"

"Well they sure are cute," said Pethakhon, holding up Hekla to get a good look at her.

"Easy little one," said Tentay, cradling Katla.

I just smiled.

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I was in my throne room, and human again. I was alone, and it was quiet... until I heard a telltale slithering again.

"...Hello Zygarde."

The serpent congeals in a flash from their cells before me.

"You're still doing this. Why are you still doing this."

"They appreciate my help. And they are clearly better in my hands than yours."

The snake withed, their form rippling.

"Look, if you can't stop yourself from messing MY order up, I WILL."

I scoffed. "How?"

"You're awfully fond of those two humans, aren't you?"

My eyes widened. I clenched my fingers on my seat. "...Petty threats will get you nowhere."

"Oooh, I struck a nerve, didn't I? Don't worry, I won't do anything to them... Physically anyway. Unless you try to warn them that is, in which case I can always arrange an accident...."

I shifted to dragon form, knocking several things over in the process. "What are you planning, Zygarde?"

"How does the saying go, something something for me to know and you to find out?"

I roared and slashed at them with a claw, but before I made contact they scattered into cells and disappeared from whence they came. Guards rushed into the room shortly after. "Arbiter! Is everything all right?"

I panted heavily, looking at where Zygarde had gone, before turning to the guard.

~It's... It's fine. Just spooked by a shadow.~

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From there it became apparent something was very quickly going wrong.

It started small at first. The brothers being more snippy with each other than they were before. But it soon blew up into full-on arguments, and everything I had raised them to do was falling apart before my eyes.

I knew exactly why.

I stalked the halls of the castle until I found a hound, ducking and weaving through the corridors.

"You!"

The hound stopped, looking smug. "What is it?"

"What are you doing to them?"

"Oh nothing much. A lie about one here, a rumor about the other there, did you realize exactly how easy it is to turn them against each other?"

"How... How dare you!"

I fired a metallic burst, a small-scale version of my Origin Flare, but they were already gone, and the brilliant beams of light only sank into the corridor, reducing chunks of it to rubble.

It was then I panicked. As long as Zygarde could keep spreading their lies...

...There was nothing I could do.

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Soon enough came a day that would come down in history as a fateful one.

The two of them were having a particularly heated, particularly philosophical argument about the future of the kingdom. Said argument was happening in the throne room, right in front of me, a dragon silently watching as their two human charges escalated to potential civil war right before their eyes.

"Do you really think your deluded visions would ever lead this kingdom to greatness?" said Tentay, "Your ideals will only bring ruin!"

"Your plan is built on a flawed foundation," said Pethakhon, "and faulty delusions of truth!"

It was becoming all too clear for me.

They would not reconcile this time.

I would have to choose one.

...But I couldn't.

I couldn't possibly-

One side of me wanted one. Another wanted the other.

But I couldn't choose.

I couldn't I couldn't I couldn't I couldn-

CRACK

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When I awoke, I could not move. I had reverted to the God Stone I use to sleep and could not get out.

But I could see everything. I could see Tentay and Pethakhon beholding two dragons that I quickly realized had split off from me, by sheer will to leave neither one behind. I could also see I had rolled off to the side, where no one could see me.

But if those two pieces of me were out there... What was the rest of me doing in here?

As I wondered this I witnessed the argument between the two brothers escalate further, and eventually they stormed out of the room.

Time passed. Day turned into night. Then the serpent came.

"Well well well, that was an entertaining show. I knew your powers were unstable but I never expected them to do THAT. Oh well, it works out for me plenty - those two idiots you were so protective of will decimate humanity by their actions, and those bits of you that spawned for them will only help.

I wriggled in my prison, trying desperately to escape and put Zygarde in their place. They noticed and chuckled.

"Oh how foolish. Don't try too hard to escape dear. You don't know what schisming off so much of your power has done to you."

Their form rippled.

"And besides. It's too late for you. I've already won."

He gave a hearty, echoing laugh as he dissipated into cells and disappeared.

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Throughout the night, I continued to wriggle and squirm. I HAD to fix this, I HAD to prove Zygarde wrong, I HAD to-

And then I broke free.

And then I felt it.

I could tell I was not the being I used to be. I felt weak. I felt empty. There was a gnawing hunger and emptiness at the bottom of my soul that I could not overcome.

I staggered through the hallways of the castle, in confusion and pain, when I came upon two guards, who recoiled at my approach.

"H-Halt! What monstrous kind of P-Pokémon are you?" said one.

I looked at that guard. And I hungered. The emptiness gnawed at me as I yearned for something to fill it.

I lunged.

The other guard screamed as my fangs sunk into his compatriot. I started devouring him, purely by instinct, rending flesh from bones.

"M-Monster! Monster!"

It is then I snapped back to my senses and realized exactly what I was doing.

I tried to say, "Wait, no, you don't understand!" but all it came out as was staticky buzzing. Then the guard fled.

Overwhelmed with grief, shock, and horror, it was then I did the same, leaving the tall pyramid castle I had called my home for centuries and never turning back.

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I holed up in the crater I had first crash-landed in from thereon out, never emerging. Still, I saw many things.

I saw Unova burnt by a deluge of fire and electricity.

I saw Unova rebuild, become more technologically advanced, more close totheir Pokémon, then further away, then closer again.

I saw people settle the area where I lived, and grow to fear me as others had.

I saw one bit of kindness from a boy from those people.

I saw the white dragon that split from me return, join with me once more, filling my emptiness but causing her unbearable pain that racked me with guilt.

I saw all this, but one thing remained the same, for the most part.

I was alone. And I was unsure if that would ever truly change.

So all I could do was mourn all I had lost.

***

Bit of a downer, huh. But I hope you enjoyed it! WILL Kyurem's situation get better? We'll have to find out later - I've got other shit I've really got to get to writing.

[when-i-was-your-angel]

Hues of Blue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (40's and Present)

Word Count: 1486

NSFW: Non-Explicit

TW: Rage attacks, Steve being angry

Tags: ANGST, Minor Fluff but mostly Angst

A/N: This is set between TFA and TWS! Steve still thinks Bucky died in the war. bold sections are flashbacks.

Summary: Steve tries to paint a portrait of Bucky. What color were his eyes again?

Inspired by my good friend Meral, @/CAPSBVRNES on twitter. Love ya, doll.

Steve had a long day.

Said day started with a rather pleasant dream about waking up with Bucky in between his legs. This was quickly ruined by his alarm clock. Little Steve hadn’t seemed to notice that it was, in fact, only a dream. After Steve had er- taken care- of that problem in the shower, Tony called. There was some life or death mission debrief he was needed on. So he drove two hours through New York City traffic to get to the tower, only to find out Tony needed his opinion on what qualified as a “classic” suit. Steve didn’t even dignify him with an answer before he stormed out of the building. Now, four hours later and his day wasted, he was finally arriving back home.

Steve unlocked the front door of his Brooklyn brownstone and stopped dead in his tracks.

Boxes. Boxes upon boxes of… art supplies? Based on the pictures and labels on the boxes they were filled with paints, canvases, brushes, pencils, easels, and more. Steve looked around nervously and spotted a note on top of one of the many cardboard boxes.

Sorry, Capsicle. Had to get you out of the apartment so I could deliver this shit.

Paint me something pretty.

-T.S.

A hesitant smile made its way onto Steve’s face. His day just got a whole lot better.

- - - Three Hours Later - - -

A few hours, a shit ton of cursing, and a helping of elbow grease later, Steve had himself an art studio. He had set up the three easels Tony got him, positioning them in front of the windows in the office of his brownstone. There was also a simple desk in one of the boxes that he rather enjoyed the look of. It was simple but made of solid oak. He could just picture Tony saying ‘It’s old fashioned, like ye ol’ Cappie.’

With a slight grunt, Steve stood and looked around his new studio. He hadn’t had something so… domestic in years. He smiled and unwrapped a canvas, sitting down in front of an easel. He raised a pencil to his canvas to begin sketching… and nothing happened. “S’pose seventy years and a cryogenic freeze gives you art block.” He thought.

Steve stood and walked around the few rooms in his modest house, looking for inspiration. His gaze flickered over his photo album. “That’ll do.”

He picked up the leather book, flipping through it. There weren’t many pictures. It had been difficult to get a photo back in the 40’s, and he didn’t have many people to take pictures of nowadays. A few pictures of his ma, one of him in the third grade, and- Bucky.

A black and white version of his best friend sat before him. He was told not to smile in his military ID photo, but the little shit found a way to flash a grin right as the camera clicked. The photographer had been too lazy to redo it- and that was it. Bucky was smiling like a damn runaway criminal in his personnel file. Steve worked the picture out of the clear film holding it in place. He had gotten the photo from SHIELD’s files. It was one of few pictures of Bucky in existence. Less than a dozen original copies were left on this earth. He ran his fingers over the sharp of his Bucky’s cheekbone and the plump of his lips. He remembered all the cold New York nights when those lips sat on his neck. Bucky would spoon him- ‘For warmth’ - he said. But the pink lips on the shell of his ear, on the pulse carrying his life’s blood, said it was for so much more.

So Steve went back to his new art studio and sat down in front of his easel again. He clipped the small photo to the wooden frame and picked up his pencil. He took a deep breath and started sketching. He bit his lip in concentration as he worked. After thirty minutes or so, Steve had a drawing that resembled something like his best friend. He smiled and set to work mixing his paints.

Steve always started with the skin. Habit of his from before when he was using cocktail napkins and a waiters pen to draw. He managed to nail Bucky’s complexion pretty much spot on. The cool shades of his under-eye and the baby pink ones of his cheeks.

Then came hair. Shades of brown highlighted with yellow and pink in the lightest of spots. Bucky always hated how thick his hair was but loved the effect it had on the ladies. Said it was a pain in the ass to take care of but it was all worth it when he brushed a hand through the locks and had all the girls positively swooning.

Next was clothes. The green of his fatigues wasn’t perceptible in the black and white photograph but Steve knew that color better than the color of his own eyes.

Eyes.

What color were Bucky’s eyes?

Blue. But there were a million shades of blue. Cerulean, teal, turquoise, baby blue, stormy blue- Ah. Yes. A stormy blue-grey color. He could see them now. Staring into the crisp ocean of his eyes as Bucky kissed him for the first time. He was smaller back then, barely came up to Bucky’s chin, but he didn’t care.

December 1941 - Four Days Before Bucky Leaves

“Hey, Stevie.” Bucky said after Steve opened his door to the frigid New York City air.

“Hey, Buck. What’re you doing here?” It was a reasonable question. It was midnight and Buck hadn’t been by in days.

“Can’t visit my best guy before I ship off to war?” Bucky gave him his smirk but Steve could see the fear in his eyes. The unspoken ending to that question- ‘before I never come home’. Steve smiled and stepped aside, letting him in.

Steve smiled at the memory. He looked down at the paints before him. Blues and whites and purples and reds. He started mixing them carefully, hoping to put a physical representation of the color he still saw in his dreams.

“C’mon. I’ll make you something to eat.” Steve said, walking towards his very empty kitchen.

“You don’t have’ta-”

“None of that. What would Mrs. Rogers say if she knew I wasn’t feeding my guests?”

“She’d call you smart and tell you not to waste your food on a dead-” Bucky stopped himself. That’s not what Steve needed to hear. Steve was quiet as he made his way across the threshold back to Bucky. He stared down at his hands, picking at his fingernails.

“You’re going to come back. You’ve gotta.” His voice was small. Bucky’s heart nearly shattered at the sound. Bucky took Steve’s hands in his, squeezing them slightly.

“I will. I promise.” Bucky stared into Steve’s eyes to reassure him that above anything else, he meant the words he was about to say.

The colors weren’t turning out right. Greens were too blue and blues were too purple. Everything was a mess. Steve felt himself growing frustrated and brought his mind back to simpler times. Times with him.

“I’m always going to come back to you because-” His breath hitched and Steve took notice, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Because I love you, Stevie.” Steve tilted his head in confusion. Why did Bucky seem so nervous? They had said they loved each other before.

“Yeah, I love you too, Buck- why’re you-”

“Oh, not like that- for Christ’s sake.” Then Bucky was kissing him.

‘So this is what love is.’ Steve thought. Then Bucky’s tongue was tracing Steve’s lips.

Oh.

Oh.

Paint was everywhere. Frantically, Steve mixed colors in a blur of tears. ‘It’s not right.’ He thought. ‘That’s not him.’ ‘That’s not my Bucky.’

Bucky shared his bed that night. Unlike other nights, however, they were both naked. Pressed against each other for ‘warmth’, should anyone ask. Steve watched Bucky long after he fell asleep. The crease in his eyebrow, the setting of his jaw, the way his eyes moved behind closed lids- chasing dreams. Soon enough, Steve curled into Bucky’s body as he always did. They spent the next four days like that. Wrapped in each other. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t cold.

Steve screamed as he threw his palette out the window. The glass shattered and rainbows of light filtered through the broken glass- mocking him. Steve kicked and cried and punched until the entire studio was a mess. In the aftermath of his rampage, Steve lies on the floor. Surrounded by glass, paint, splinters, and blood, Steve sobbed. He broke because he was gone. He crumbled because they didn’t have enough time. He was wrecked because ‘if only we had known. If only we had tried earlier.’

Steve lies on the ground in a brownstone in Brooklyn.

Numb.

Broken.

Cold.

[ziracona]

With every movie my love of sidney grows. She working for a crisis hotline ;-; fuc milton hes disgusting. also she is more immediatly prepared for FIGHT also i love how much more soft towards sidney gale is this movie. Thts ur surrogate baby sister now ma'am uwu

Also i loved gales weird friendship with jennifer lmao. One of my fave chars of the triology lol . Also can everyone in the seried leave MAUREEN ALONE D:< the poor woman is dead stop fucjing demonizing her jfc. Im glad sidneys come to terms with loving her despite her flaws and despite everyone trying to make her see otherwise (or thats what it came off as to me anyway) also. Sid verbally destroying roman GET IM!! GET IM!!

Yeah no I totally agree!

GOD, Sidney is my GIRL! I love her so much! The working at a crisis hotline to help women, and how thoughtful and kind she is doing it TuT, her big puppy. And god, she left. She did everything she could to make herself no one someone would have reason to kill, and it’s not enough, people still come. Her PTSD episode with her mom, and how scary and alone it all is. AH and I’m glad they brought her dad back and had him visiting and being worried about her being so alone. TuT

I loved Gale and Dewey getting back and the scene at the END??? “You’re a brave man, Dewey Riley.” “Yeah, well, I’m really scared right now.” I SOB it’s true love TuT my dumb otp. And fkn Jennifer is great! Fale—fake Gale. Love it. The Gale Fake-Gale duo kills me, and fkn Jennifer’s delivery of every damn line is superb. (Wild as shit to see her as the antag in Lost in Space. I was like *leans almost vertically forward in seat* FALE??? ). And yess!!! How sweet Gale is to Sid and how she’s like, no conflict Gale just Gale to kick ass time >:-] Gale said “Fuck Ghostface, all my homies hate Ghostface” and then came to finish the job. Love the Sidney-Gale-Dewey friend team. God, they need each other so bad. Best family!

Also fkn LovED Kinkaid. Baby Patrick Dempsey, lol. *Production Room Meeting*

Casting Director: Okay. So. We need a potential love interest for Sidney, but we’ve hit a problem.

Producer: What problem?

CD *whips out human sized printout* :

Look at her! We can’t find anyone hot enough to even be believable anymore.

Producer, sweating: Shit. What do we do?

PA with a eureka moment, already making mockup posters: Okay so I got /1/ idea.

And it was the best they could do. She’s a goddess on Earth it would be hard to cast a leading partner opposite her. But god bless. Fkn LOVE. Kincaid. He gets back up like four times and every time just gets the shit beat out of him. 🤣 *Kincaid, dragging himself up to go pick a lock with blood dripping down his shoulder from a stab wound to his chest bc he hears Sid screaming.* Me, screeching from the audience: NO! Baby go lay down you survived what looked like a fatal hit just stay down I want you to make it through the movie! 😭 *Kincaid: keeps going because it’s his duty to try to save them. Immediately laid flat and injured worse.* Me: :’-]

I love that he’s like a family member too (lol, if you survive Ghostface, you get adopted by Sid, Gale, and Dewey now) and watching movies at Sid’s house it’s so cute. Fun fact! Kincaid was supposed to be in 4 too, but couldn’t be bc of a preexisting shooting schedule conflict with Dempsey. But I’ve always taken that to mean they got/stayed together and he’s just not on the tour/at work during 4 (tbh, off screen is safer to characters who survived a film anyway so maybe it’s good 🤣), and are maybe married or dating, and if not interested that way are good friends who still check in & hang for movie nights a lot. TuT

And yeah! I think that’s how it was meant to read. Maureen made some mistakes, but it doesn’t mean everything about her was bad, and also, a lot of the shit she went through was done to her, not by. She had a really rough life and tried to do better, and backslid by cheating and hooking up with married men when Sid was a teen, but she wasn’t a monster. Just a sad woman with a lot of facets. Some good, some bad, some neither. But the lies didn’t mean the good Mom Sid remembered was a lie or she can’t still love her. Bad didn’t negate the good, and she loved her mom, and she should get to. TuT

(And for real, like, cheating is fucked, but everyone quit blaming your murderous rampages on the dead woman who never killed a single person frfr it’s you.)

And yes!!! GOD! That shoutout scene with Roman is maybe my favorite scene in the franchise! Roman’s my fave Ghostface because he’s funniest to watch, and also the most interesting. He a fucking bastard like the rest, but he’s the only one who ever shows even a second of guilt for their kills on-screen or off, and it’s when Sidney goes off on her “Fuck your bullshit Roman! You got no excuse you’re just terrible!” rant, and I love that like, not just does she say that, but you can see he knows she’s right. 👌 Ultimate victory. He’s as evil as the rest (except 4. >.> 4 takes the cake but I’ll say nothing else), but I think he’s the only one (mmmaybe one of two? : / ehhh, I’ll think on it) who still sees humans as humans instead of just things, so he’s more interesting to watch/more interesting as a villain. I also fkn love his stupid “Do you think this wasn’t a message?” With the broken award 🤣—the way his actor delivers lines is exactly how my best friend would have played the role, so it’s tripple funny to me to watch it. God, and Sid holding his hand while he’s dying, after everything he did to her?

Like. Obviously he did not deserve that kind of kindness, but it’s so fucking sweet and such a statement to Sidney’s character that she’d do that in spite of it all because he’s her brother, and she just doesn’t want even the worst one possible to die alone. I’m tearing up. Sidney is so good she’s so amazing I’m gonna weep. 😭

Also. Will any moment ever be more iconic than:

No! The answer is no! Shout this at all horror villains fuck y’all, blame whatever you want cry me a river, it’s you! You did this! I fucking LOVE Sidney Prescott!!!!

[idk-maybe-i-did-it]

Scars: Year five, Chapter one

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, yelling,

“ Mummy?"

" Yes?"

" I wanna be a boy."

" Oh- dear are you sure?"

" Yeah, I don't like being a girl. Being a boy sounds better to me."

" Oh, Ok dear. What, what would you like your name to be? If you could make it a boys name."

" Ky." ____________________________

Who put the baby in charge

" The sofa then the stairwell my child."

It's already hard, To buy all the parts

" No no, you missed a spot."

Who put,

" yes ma'am..."

The world on my back and not in my hands,

" You're not done."

Just give me a chance,

" Yes ma'am..."

I listen to my momma, Listen to my dad,

" Sweep next or no bed again tonight."

Everybody answers shit I didn't ask,

" Yes madam."

Think I'm reaching my limit...

" Can I exhale, for a minute?"

" Not until your work is done." ____________________________

" Mum can Sirius and I go out to the field and play quidditch with the other kids for a bit before we leave for the station?"

" Yes James." ____________________________

" Mum do you have anymore of your homemade biscuits left? Dad made me skip again."

" Yes my child." ____________________________

" Okay Remus, this is the first time you'll be seeing your girlfriend. Wear something nice for a change please."

" Mare!" ____________________________

" Your clothes are hanging on you."

" Yeah well who's fault is that Frank?" ____________________________

Remus Lupin walked through platform 9 3/4, almost immediately spotting three of his best friends, James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. They all engulfed Remus in a hug that lasted for  what felt like a lifetime but had only been a minute.

Once they pulled apart, the group began to look around. " Where's Y/n at? Normally she's here before any of us."

James turned around, hands on his hips, and stared Remus and Sirius in their eyes, awkwardly saying, " I- I don't know... she never answered any of our letters so I don't know what happened either. Let's just, we should probably go put our stuff up before we go and finish looking for her."

Sirius glanced around at James and Remus toyed with a book in his hand.

" Okay fine. But the train leaves in ten so we'll have to be quick and thorough."

The group of boys set off to move their luggage into the Mauraders train compartment. Sirius could see the silhouette of a person through the doors glass and went to open the door, ready to kick somebody's ass out of their seat. But what he didn't expect was to see Y/n pulling one of Remus's sweaters on over her head when he opened the door.

Remus watched Y/n as she pulled on the sweater of his. He watched how it moved down the figure of her body and how it fit her a more than before, she had grown over the summer.

The girl looked as if the muscle had been stripped off her bones, she looked like Sirius had in third year.

" Y/n, uh- wha- What happened to you, over the summer? You didn't answer any of our letters or anything and you look so, stretched."

The girl stayed silent as she grabbed her things and stuffed them into a duffel bag, threw it into the corner seat and sat down beside it, arms crossed obviously ignoring James' question.

The boys stood and stared at her for a moment before Peter shuffled in and put his things up before he pulled a tin of his mother's homemade biscuits out and handed them to Y/n timidly. The girl finally sat up and accepted the tin. She opened it and pulled out a small handful of the biscuits and tried to give them back to Peter to which he said no to, making her put them back for herself.

She nodded her head up to the boy in a thankyou and he nodded back. ____________________________

Remus watched as Y/n walked back into the compartment after changing and saw how she sat back down, still not a word said from her. He watched as she sat, her legs propped up on the wall, her body sprawling on the seat under them. Her legs seemed longer and more sticklike.

She looked like Remus had up until their fourth year. ____________________________

When the train came to an end the girl still hadn't spoken a word or answered any of their questions.

Yet, as they walked out and entered the carriages Y/n had looked to both sides of it to check for something before she slumped back into her seat with a long exaggerated sigh. The girl moved her head to the side and crossed her arms, looking out the window. " Sorry I never answered your letters, um, my dad's a muggle so he didn't understand the whole concept of using owls to deliver letters."

Remus gaped at her attempt at a passing lie and Sirius scoffed, arms folded.

" Yeah fucking right Y/n. Cut the shit, what the hell happened to you that caused you to stay silent the whole summer?!"

Y/n, who usually flinched at such harshness filling somebody's voice, quickly moved forward and yanked Sirius's tie forward to pull him closer. By then she'd pulled him up to her, their faces close. The girl examined his facial expressions for a moment. Before she asked, her voice full of anger and coldness,

" I dun'know Sirius, why don't you try being locked up in a house in the middle of a mountain range for the whole of a GodDamned summer and see how much bloody human contact you get! I'll happily wait and see the outcome asshole."

As she finished off her sentence she shoved the boy back into his seat with such a force he was shocked.

The Y/n they knew had never been the violent type. ____________________

Y/n's antics had gotten slightly better after her outburst.

However she still acted like an ass.

But one with good intentions,

Most of the time. ____________________________

The boys began to notice that the girl was anger fueled.

With everything she did, they could see her motivation.

Anger.

Pure, white-flamed rage.

But they had no clue as to what had sparked the fire behind her heart.

Funnily enough, she also spent more time doing schoolwork in the library with some Hufflepuff dickwad named Chad.

She also seemed to be drifting away from her friends as well. Spending less time with them at meals and more at the Hufflepuff table laughing and talking with Chad Williams. She stopped crashing in their dorm after pranks, stopped hanging around in the dorm with Remus after classes and in the mornings, she stopped singing into hairbrushes with Sirius at three o'clock on Saturdays and she stopped song-writing, drum-playing and guitar-strumming with James. She stopped eating snacks and having meaningful conversation with Peter in the kitchens at 2 A.M.

All her time was spent with the Hufflepuff dickwad Chad. Who by the way, was being toxic. In a very unnoticeable way to the outside person.

Of course Y/n didn't think so.

She merely thought that when he talked his arse off about all the people that he hated and how he seemed to trash talk the Mauraders during half their conversations that he was still upset about that prank from third year. She thought that when she defended her friends Chad was steering her in the correct direction by explaining to her all of their wrong-doings.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter saw how he had been manipulating their friend and tried to show Y/n that.

Which brings us to the point below. ____________________________

James stood pacing the Mauraders dorm room as Sirius stood staring at Y/n's previous place by the door and Peter sat next Remus on his bed while the taller boy sat numb. Throughout all of their minds they shared the same thoughts.

The words that had came out of Y/n's mouth before she left the room in a fury and why things had to go down the way they did.

" Y/n just listen to us! We're trying to bloody help you, can't you see that or are you too blinded by whatever's fueling your fucking madman rampage to see what's right before your eyes?!?!"

" I don't fucking care James! You're being like everybody else in my life and trying to take away the things that make me happy! He makes me happy James, He understands me James, He Bloody Fucking Cares James!!"

" What about us then? What about all we've fucking been through? Are you just going to sit back and pretend like none of that happened Y/n?! All we've been through together, it used to be us Y/n. We used to be a team Y/n, We used to be your family Y/n, WE used to be Your GodDamned Family Y/n! Did we not care enough or did you decide that a bloody prick from Hufflepuff made you feel more at home than we did?! Did Mr. Charlie Chadington Williams remind you of poor mummy and dad or did we just stop being your family? Because I'd really like to know the answer to that L/n."

" James, you can't be taking this there. That's not what this is fucking about James!"

" Oh yeah, because it really is Y/n. You leave and go home for one bloody fucking summer and now suddenly you're this toxic person who's addicted to anger and rage, who turned her back on the people who had literally kept her alive through her recent life, WHO WATCHED HER BECAME A BLOODY JACKASS AND I'M STARTING TO RETHINK WHY WE EVEN TRY TO HELP YOU Y/N!"

" You bloody bastard... I never stopped seeing you guys as who you are. I stopped seeing people as they claim to be! And yeah James, I might've changed how I act but THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M TO BLAME! YEAH SURE JAMES, MY PARENTS WERE BLOODY SHIT PEOPLE AND THEY'RE TOXIC AS FUCK BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M BLOODY ATTRACTED TO PEOPLE LIKE THEM! I NEVER STOPPED CARING AND I NEVER FORGOT ABOUT THE SHIT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH I JUST LEARNED A FEW NEW THINGS! But if you're going to be like that then I'll just bloody leave so you don't get any of my 'toxic-ism' on your freshly bought clothing that mummy dearest ironed to perfection with her love and joy."

The four boys in the room came to wish that the girl had just yelled at them more instead of walking out of the room and most likely their lives as well.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter sat in tenseness, their backs pressed against the door of their dorm side by side, for hours. James had lost count after the fifth. Until a knock sounded at the door.

Not a single one of them made a move to advance towards the door's handle.

Soon however, a voice reached out to them from the other side, a voice they knew all too well. Y/n's. But her voice was no longer filled with hate and fury, rage and passion.

It was filled with the sincerity of a person on their deathbed, her voice was low and full of guilt, sorrow and anguish. Remus noticed that it was the same tone of voice she had talked in when telling him about her parents and home life. They felt her knock again and they felt her slide down against the door like they'd done only mere hours ago.

" James was right... I was a prick to you all. You never deserved any of my toxic antics and I should've listened to you guys..."

They could feel the crack in her voice and the rigid truthfulness when she next spoke. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter had been previously crying and they could feel her body shudder through the wooden of the door separating them as her chest heaved with silent tears.

" I'm sorry, and you don't need to say it back. There was nothing you said that you should apologize for."

The four boys sat in silence as her words sunk into their brain, minds and skin.

" I get it if you want nothing to do with me anymore... I'll be leaving so you can sleep now."

James shoved the three other boys off of the door and opened it so fast afterwards that Y/n didn't even have a moment's notice before being engulfed into an embrace by James Potter himself that hurt her already bruised sides as he cried into her hair and held her body flush against his muscled one, in relief that his baby sister had returned home to him after all those months of being back at hers. ____________________________ __________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You are Loved! ^ - ^

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Title: Animal (13)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Plenty of Words, Slow Burn

Word Count: 2.8k

Note:  I hope you guys enjoy this. By the way, Tumblr is on the BS and flagged every chapter because my old mood board had a portrayal of backshots. LMFAO!!!! So new mood board.

I censored my mood board, let’s see if it gets flagged. LOL

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-Sianna-

  MSG Mom: You have missed the last several months of Sunday dinners. That is inexcusable young lady. I get that you’re busy, everyone is busy. We are all busy. We all make the time. Why can’t you?

  You’d been staring at the message from her for the last few hours. After the last dinner you’d missed your brothers warned you that she was on a rampage. They told you to expect her call. You dodged the calls but this you couldn’t dodge. It had been months since you made an appearance at the biweekly family dinner. In the beginning, it was due to your insane work schedule and all the time you had to put into establishing your line and brand. Now with the pregnancy, it was terror. You knew you couldn’t show up to family dinner six months pregnant, especially when the last time they saw you, you weren’t and had no prospects as your mother would say.

 If you showed up preggers your mother would have a heart attack at the scandal alone. Your brothers would go into cabin in the woods ax murderer mode, your father would probably understand but be disappointed that you’d rearranged the order of events skipping boyfriend and marriage altogether. Everyone would have something to say and you were nowhere near prepared to handle any of it.

Groaning you dropped back onto your bed and closed your eyes. Maybe if you lied here long enough this would all fade away and you’d realize it was an insane fever dream and you weren’t pregnant with a near stranger's babies, and tackling all of it alone. Five, fifteen, then thirty minutes passed with you laying there in silence without a thought in your mind besides the yoga breathing you’d been learning the last two weeks you’d began Lamaze classes.

 When you opened your eyes everything was still calm, and you nearly forgot everything, but then felt a powerful jab in your abdomen. You shot right up and touched your stomach, the tiny imprint of some body part pressed against your right palm. A smile tickled your lips until you were full-on grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

 “Yep, not a dream. Reality.” You slowly rubbed your belly. Where your hands roamed the movements followed. Soon you were feeling a symphony of kicks all over your stomach and you sat there smiling enjoying every second. It was surreal, yes, but it wasn’t nearly as alarming now as it had been several weeks ago.

 “What are we gonna do guys? We have to get our shit together. Work is great, I can handle work but everything else. How do I even begin to go home to your grandparents and tell them about you? How do I face them? Then what do I do about your daddy?”

 The thought of referring to Chadwick as their daddy made you smile and your heart flutter. It filled you with warmth and more than half of you liked calling him that. He was their father. They had half his DNA and would probably look something like him. You hadn’t thought much about anything beyond being pregnant and having a lot going on. This was the first time you began to think about the secondary things.

 “He has rights, I know that. I don’t want to take them away. I just—he’s so famous and he’ll be even more famous. His career takes him everywhere, how do I know that he can be there for us? You, I mean for you. This has nothing to do with me. Right?”

 The sound of your doorbell broke you out of your monologue. As you walked down the stairs you continued to rub your belly enjoying the kicks, pushes and slithers you felt. It was strange to feel movement inside of you but it wasn’t something that made your skin crawl, it did the opposite. When you looked at the video of the front doorbell you smiled seeing your friends.

 “My God, could you have taken any longer?”

 “Excuse me, I am pregnant and carrying more weight.”

 The three of them walked in past you and made a line straight for the kitchen where you knew the wine was.

 “Girl please, you’re barely pregnant, and the only more weight you’re carrying is that ass,” Ebony teased. You smiled and dipped down to do a baby twerk. The three of them cheered loudly as you fanned them off.

 Once the three of you were seated around your kitchen island Zee was the one to pop the top off the wine bottle.

 “It’s barely three Zee.”

 “Three in LA means it’s well past five in New York,” she responded pouring the golden liquid in their three glasses.

 “None for you baby mama,” Tessa said as she slid a can of apple Izze your way. You rolled your eyes, popped the top and took a sip.

 “I didn’t want any wine anyway.”

 “How are you doing? You’re getting bigger.” Ebony’s hand flew to your belly and rubbed your bump.

 “I’m okay. I am. I think I’m going to have to go into maternity in the next week or two.”

 “Six months, with twins I’d say there are many women who would be jealous at that fact,” Tessa added.

 “What’s going on with the father?”

 “Zee, you can say his name he’s not the damn Candyman. Jesus, Chadwick Boseman. I still can’t believe you met, and popped that pussy for Chadwick Boseman in record time and came away with two souvenirs of your time together. Girl, talk about luck,” Ebony went on.

 “Luck?”

 “Yes, there are plenty of women who would love to be in your position, hell any of the positions he had you in.”

 The three of them snickered and you shook your head but couldn’t keep the smirk off your face.

 “If they wanna be me so bad, go ahead. This is messy.”

 “Have you heard from him since he showed up here to catch you with your new boo?”

 “Another thing, who dates and has a boo while being six months pregnant?”

 You narrowed your eyes at Ebony. She quickly raised her hands in surrender.

 “First of all, I don’t have a boo. Things with Chino are—over. We had a talk after Chad showed up here and he wants to take a step back, he thinks I don’t know what I want and that I should focus on figuring it out.

 “Smart man,” Tessa murmured.

 “So, Chino is out of the picture. I can’t even blame him for not wanting anything to do with me. I’m having babies with Chadwick Boseman.”

 “He knows he can’t compete with The Bleck Pantha,” Ebony chided in her best Wakanda accent. You rolled your eyes; you’d just about had it with her. Zee and Tessa snickered together.

 “Ebony.”

 Again, she raised her hands in defeat. You knew she’d pipe up again with something else to say that was slick and smart.

 “Chad and I spoke, I told him everything and apologized for not telling him sooner.”

 “How did he take it?”

 You finished the can of Izze and went to the fridge for another and took the bowl of cut strawberries out as well.

 “He took it well. There was no yelling or screaming, or tears. It was a calm conversation—surpisingly calm considering.”

 “Anything decided? Does he want to be involved with his babies? Are the two of you going to I don’t know make a relationship?”

 “Will you be moving in with him?”

 Their questions hit you in the face one after the other like slabs of ice. They were questions you hadn’t thought about and definitely hadn’t even addressed. They were way ahead of the game.

 “Guys, chill. We didn’t decide anything. He asked me if I wanted him involved and I had no answer for him.”

 “What the hell you mean you had no answer? Si.” Ebony gaped at you ready to elaborate her outrage but the stern look on your face shut her up.

 “What did you tell him then?”

 “I said I don’t know. Guys, I really don’t know. I know he has rights and all that but not everyone who has kids should be involved with them.”

 “True, but if a man is willing, able and wanting to be there for his offspring, you have an obligation to allow him, especially a black man. Remember those statistics and stereotypes are a thing. He doesn’t want to be part of the fray,” Tessa explained. She was speaking nothing but facts, you knew it.

 “He didn’t say he wanted to be involved. He was clearly in shock. It was a lot to hear and absorb, still pregnant, over five months so, pregnant with twins. It was a lot. We left things with both of us needing to think and really figure out what we each want.”

 “What do you want Sianna?” Zee’s voice was gentle and her hands soft as she held one of yours. You took a deep breath and slowly released it. You didn’t know any more now than you did two weeks ago.

 “I got nothin.”

 “Okay, this was a productive chat.” Ebony rolled her eyes, finished her glass of wine and shook her head. “It’s okay to say you want to be with him. You know that right? It’s okay to want to experience this with him. You can be strong and independent together.”

 “Ebony is right. I know those are foreign words when using her name but in this particular situation, she is right. There is nothing wrong with figuring it out together,” Tessa breeched.

 “I have an idea. Maybe the two of you should spend some time together. It will give both of you an opportunity to get to know each other better hence seeing where the two of you are mentally. It should give you some form of an idea what would work and hopefully, that will make it easier to figure out.”

 The four of you sat there thinking about Zee’s idea. It was a good one, a really good one. The kicks began again, and you touched your belly. “You guys wanna feel?”

 All hands flew to your belly and the next ten minutes were spent oohing and aahing over the kicks. After the four of you burrowed into the couches and found a Netflix movie while discussing baby stuff. They were excited for the babies and it showed with how long they were able to talk about it without even mentioning a club or even any of their latest conquests. The more you listened to them the more excited you became.

By the time seven rolled around they’d left and you were alone again. This time you were sitting in your tub trying to get a head start on your schedule for the next day while getting distracted with baby websites. You’d just finished your second bottle of the cherry limonatta you’d just gotten into drinking. It gave you the fizz and sweetness of wine without the alcohol. Who knew knocking the wine for nine months would be such a challenge? That was when your mind ran onto Chadwick. In truth, he wasn’t far from your mind at any given moment. You had his spawn growing in you and they’d been very active today.  

 You chewed your bottom lip and opened a new browser window on your iPad and entered his name in google. Yes, you knew about him, who didn’t, but you didn’t know everything. You were curious. As the search results populated the first one caught your eye; an image of him with a brown-skinned woman. You squinted and you could have sworn you’d seen her from somewhere. You tried to think back to where it could have been but for the life of you, you couldn’t place her face. You clicked the article and skimmed its contents. Her name was Simone and they were dating, or they had until at least a couple months ago. You wondered what happened and if you’d had anything to do with it.

 You continued to go through the search results and read through the first page of articles. You’d found out his upcoming roles, recent interviews, and even learned a little more about what was going on between him and Valentina. Every time you saw a picture of them together you wanted to vomit. After thirty or so minutes you’d gotten a lot of information and you’d come to the conclusion that he seemed to be a pretty good guy. Your iPad was now stopped on a very good shot of him. He was a good-looking man.

 Suddenly your iPad went off making you shriek and jump nearly dropping it into the lukewarm water. Chadwick’s name appeared. You froze unsure exactly what to do. After the third ring, you recovered and tapped the green answer button. His face appeared in a dewy white light. Without thinking you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth admiring his handsomeness.

 “Hi.”

 “Hi,” you repeated on a whisper.

 “Is it late? Am I interrupting? Did I wake you?”

 “No, no, you’re not interrupting. I was awake, just sitting in the bath.”

 Chadwick’s eyebrow shot up as he looked below your face. You looked at your image checking to make sure you weren’t turning this into soft porn. The frame caught the cleavage of your breasts but nothing provocative. He’d seen this before. Chadwick shook his head and brought his eyes back to yours.

 “Uh—I’m sorry.”

 “It’s fine. No harm, no foul.”

 Silence fell between you. The two of you just sat there looking over each other’s faces. The silence didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Are you doing okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m okay. We’re okay.”

 “Do you need anything? Pickles, ice cream, hot wings?”

 You snorted and pinched your lips, he thought he was funny with all the pregnant woman clichés.

 “Those are a lot of clichés sir.”

 “I mean clichés had to start somewhere right?”

 You nodded and leaned back, your body coming down from the anxiety it was in.

 “I don’t crave pickles, the only accurate thing there was the ice cream and hot wings. I’ve also recently started wanted a lot of chocolate-covered strawberries. I can’t seem to get enough which spells trouble for my ass.”

 Chadwick smiled and rubbed his hand along his goatee.

 “This is the one time you can unapologetically adhere to the eating for two phrase, so why not?”

 “Well, eating for three if you want to be accurate.”

 “See, play that shit up.”

 You laughed loud, it echoed through your bathroom. Chadwick joined in and you remembered his deep boisterous laugh that was all unique to him. It was a laugh you first heard in Jamaica across the beach before he approached and danced with you. It was a great laugh. Slowly your laughs died down and again the two of you just stared at each other.

 “Do you uh—do you have a good supply of ice cream, hot wings, and chocolate-covered strawberries?”

 You were tempted to read between the lines but decided against it.

 “Finished the strawberries today, you can never have enough a supple of ice cream or hot wings.”

 He nodded and licked his lips. Your eyes dropped to them and again you remembered the feel of them and how he kissed you. You couldn’t remember their taste though. It had been that long.

 “Would it be all right if we met up?”

 “Met up?”

 “Yeah, I thought maybe we could do something, talk.”

 It sounded like he was asking you out on a date, but it also didn’t sound like he was asking you out on a date.

 “Something like what?”

 “Well, I like to stay away from most places in LA.”

 “I can imagine, the Bleck Pentha gets recognized wherever he goes.”

 Chadwick smiled again but looked away as if he were embarrassed. “Go on laugh it up. Get it out.” You smiled and watched him and spoke on pure instinct without thinking.

 “You can come here.”

 The silence returned and Chadwick just gazed at you and looked as if he were in deep thought. You were holding your breath unsure what his answer would be.

“Are you sure?”

 “Uh—I mean only if you want to. If you don’t then I completely understand. You don’t have to; I’m not trying to force you,” you rushed out in an effort to cover yourself.

 “No, no, I never said I don’t want to. I know you’re not trying to force me. I do want to,” Chadwick rushed out overlapping your voice.

 “You do?” The uncertainty in your voice was evident. You were surprised.

 “I mean—yeah.”

 You smiled small but it took no time at all for it to spread across your face.

 “Okay, sounds like a plan then. We’ll—Netflix and Chill.”

 Chadwick’s eyebrows shot up again and you realized what you’d just said.

 “Oh my god. Wait, I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

 He laughed his hearty laugh again and you gave you a “yeah right” look. 

“Oh my god, I’m serious. Jesus, I’ll see you in a bit.”

 You ended the call to Chadwick’s laughter. You put your iPad to the side and shook your head, mortified at your tongue slip. 

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DEATH for Val, Vox, Angel, and Husk

☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

“Heh... Guess it would be cheatin’ if we brought up times when we actually died, eh?”

“Considerin’ my family, there were a few close calls before I kicked the bucket, but I think the one that stuck with me the most was the one that happened on my an’ my sista’s birthday.”

“Th’ two of us were turnin’ fifteen, we had a bit of a celebration, then the next thing I knew, gunshots. ‘Parently wunnavours had pissed off a rival gang recently, so they retaliated.”

“Obviously we survived that, but it was a bit fucked. The resta that evenin’ was spent with pops draggin’ me along to help extract information outtua the survivas. Then disposin’ of the bodies once we got our answers. So that was an event.”

“Jesus...!”

“Hey, that was life. Shit happens.”

“So, whadabout you, Husky baby? Got any traumatizin’ near death experiences to tell?”

“... I was a soldier since my late adulthood fer the resta my life, so there were plenty before I finally jus’ died. Though, one in particular happened after I died... Durin’ one of the exterminations, actually... Not goin’ to a lotta details, ‘cause frankly it’s none of yer businesses, but suffice to say, I owed Alastor after that...”

...

“... Soldja, huh? That’s pretty hot, not gonna lie.”

“Oh piss off.”

---

Val hummed thoughtfully for a moment.

“Frankly, my time in the sex business up top compared to here was relatively quiet... So lil’ to say, this incident caught me off guard...”

The moth took a drag from his cigar before cotinuing.

“Back when I first started climbing up in the sex industry down here, a few whores I was actually rather fond of decided to try goin’ behind my back. Saw me as a shortcut to get up top. So one moment we were laughin’ an’ havin’ a grand ol’ time, an’ then the next minute wunnavem nearly stabbed me in the head with a holy knife.”

His bare antenna twitched.

“After a bit of a skirmish, I managed to wrestle the weapon outta her hand, and then they were all done for.”

The pimp then exhaled some red smoke.

“It was a... valuable learning experience, for sure.”

Valentino then leaned forward and looked at Vox.

“Alright, babe, your turn.”

Vox blinked at that.

“Right- Shit- Uh... This was back in my earlier years in Hell... Back when I was basically small potatoes,” Vox started, “I got a bit caught up in one of Alastor’s... being Alastor... You know how he is. Especially back in the early to mid nineteen hundreds.”

“I heard, yeah,” the moth nodded.

“So anyways. Rampaging, fuckin’... living doll things. The works. Some of those lil’ fuckers came after me, and damn did they have sharp lil’ teeth. I’m still not convinced those weren’t actual needles. So I was struggling a bit with them for a while, but then he just... left. Just all of a sudden he basically just picked up his ball and went home. Later I found out because something was interfering with his radio signal, so he couldn’t broadcast anything. So he basically just raged quit.”

Valentino storted at that.

“I take it that was you?”

“Unintentionally, but yeah.”

[thecozywhaleshark]

Pocket BTS - Mom has a Date

A/n: A ‘totally anonymous’ request for Pocket BTS and MX when their mom has a date... this was so much fun 

In Summary:

Jealous bc they want all your attention: Jin, Yoongi, Tae

Protective and wants to go with you: Namjoon, Hobi

Will sneak into your purse and sabotage the date: Jimin, Jk, also Jin

Namjoon:

very protective

tries to help you choose your outfit

says no to everything that looks nice 

wants you to wear the ugliest thing in your closet so your date doesn’t like you and you can stay home

when you ignore his advice he wants to come with you

narrows his eyes and bites the inside of his cheek when you deny him that as well

asks your date 100 questions when he picks you up

you will find a sticky note attached to your phone when you pull it out later with a recommended time to be home

it also has more questions to ask your date he would like answered

you just laugh and put it in your purse

kinda just acts like a protective father

is v upset when you come home later than the curfew he tried to give you

you have to remind him you are his mom

is still ticked that you went without him 

but will come lay on your shoulder after you change and ask you how your date went 

Jin:

starts off jealous and walks away from you when your date arrives

but he finds a way to sneak around and climb into your purse when you think he’s sulked off

you don’t know he’s in there until you’re starting your meal and you hear a faint 

“humph, why’d he order oysters? gross.”

you have to quickly excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and give Jin a lecture

every time your date flirts with you he screams

date: “you know, you have really pretty eyes” *cue anguished wail from your purse*

pipes up occasionally to whisper yell if you could please drop a  piece of your dinner into your bag because he is hungry

gets a scold and a time out when you get home 

Hobi:

manages to convince you to let him go with you

you think it’s kinda sweet that he wants you to safe

nope, it was just a distraction technique 

talks the entire time 

does not allow your date to have a single word in

protective of his mommy and will not let anyone have the chance to take her

if your date does try to speak hobi will talk louder to talk over him

even if that means he’s yelling 

will probably scream if your date raises his voice

you try to shush him and remind him of his manners 

he will try to be good but still interrupt them anyways

starts loudly playing with like a napkin and toothpicks like 

“hey mom look! you can make sailor hats out of these!” 

commissions your date to help him make a hat

wants your date to wear it for the rest of the dinner

if the date refuses to help him make it and wear it after hobi will get upset

turns to you, “can we go? they don’t like sailors and that's unacceptable”

Yoongi:

pretends to lock himself in his little dollhouse

(you gave him a dollhouse to take care of all by himself and he loves it so much it’s his favorite space when he can’t be next to you)

will not come out

if you come into the room to talk to him,

he will want nothing to do with you

refuses to look at you

sniffs, “what do you want”

“I just came to tell you I’m leaving now, for my date.”

“i’m sorry I can’t hear you, I’m busy. I have my own date.”

crosses his little arms 

“but i’m not telling you who with. all you need to know is that i don’t need you anymore.”

you see right through his little act

“okay well, I’ll be back at nine.”

give him some crackers to crunch on while you’re gone 

he’ll be fine

is secretly worried about you, but more worried that if you don’t come back he’s going to have to walk everywhere himself again

*despairs* 

crawls right back into your pocket as soon as you get home and won’t let you take him out unless absolutely necessary for days

Jungkook:

is a strong little sneak

really quiet, good at hiding

crawls out of your purse when you put it down

will go under the table to tie your dates shoelaces together 

blows his cover when he goes on your phone and starts blasting the chase scene music from scooby doo 

cue an actual chase scene as you try to grab him as he scampers around the floor 

almost gets stepped on many times 

when you do catch him you make him sit next to your water glass until your date is over

���sit. stay. don’t even think about moving out of my eyesight.” 

can’t stop giggling

“stop giggling this isn’t funny Jungkook”

snickers when your date stands up and falls over

will get pouty if you yell at him when you get home

“i’m sorry i just didn’t want you to go and then forget about me”

you start to soften

“... but it was pretty funny to see him fall over after i tied his shoelaces together right? that one was good right momma”  

eyes are twinkling, not actually apologetic at all 

Taehyung:

another jealous baby

but a sad jealous baby

lower lip trembles

“do you not want me anymore?” 

“do you not love me anymore?” 

“why can’t i come?” 

“but, but we go everywhere together”

“I promise i’d be real quiet”

starts to cry

starts packing up his own little bag

one of his shirts filled with his favorite little things, ties it to a stick 

begins to slowly walk towards the door

genuinely thinks you are going to leave and he has to find a new home

you will have to reassure him that you will be coming back

help him unpack his bag

give him a smooch on the top of his little head

tuck him into bed

he’ll stay there terrified and clinging to the comforter until he hears the door click when you come home

jumps out of bed and runs as fast as his little legs can to you

cries more because he’s so happy you came back

sleeps right on top of your heart that night

Jimin:

sneaks into your purse

manages to be quiet and go unnoticed for quite a while

until he hears your date say something he doesn’t approve of 

like them giving you a compliment 

bursts out all angry, blows his cover

pushes over your dates water glass

is on a rampage

a tiny angry Jimin rampage

kicks over the salt shaker

you try to grab him but he keeps slipping out of your grip

kicks at the silverware

when your date tries to catch him by attempting to stab him with a fork it’s over - you take your pocket Jimin and leave

starts crying once you finally pick him up

he will use this date as leverage next time you try to go on a date

“HE ALMOST STABBED ME WITH A FORK!”

will spread rumors that you dated a cannibal

if another pocket complains about their mom going on a date will be like “hey but did your mom’s date try to eat you? no? sit down.”

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The Weight of a Name, Claude x Byleth AU Fic, Chapter 4

Summary: One decision can change the course of nations. When King Mahtab brought home a baby from Fódlan, he gave his own son someone to stand at his side. Byleth grows up side by side with Claude, surviving the hardship of Almyra together. For each, they are the other’s only friend.

Notes: This chapter took forever. I couldn't quite make it feel right, so it got rewritten multiple times. And it's very long, so I hope that makes up for the wait.Now that we're actually out of NaNo, I'll probably be slower on updates for this story. I'm going to switch between updating this and History on Repeat (and whatever little one shots catch my attention, because let's be real, I get distracted super easily).

I just realized I completely forgot the links to previous chapters, and to AO3 in the other chapters. I’m going back to fix that right now. I always try to include these, so if you notice I forget them, please yell at me. 

1162, 1167, 1169 Read on AO3. 

The Weight of a Name 1170

Moving from the summer palace back to the capital city was always more of a show than Byleth thought necessary. Under normal circumstances the trip would only take two or three days, one on the back of a wyvern, but with the entire royal entourage in tow the entire process took five days at the least. With the king deciding on the third day that pausing for a hunt was a sensible thing to do, it meant they would linger in the wilderness even longer. Byleth really did not wish to listen to the complaints of spoiled nobles longer than necessary.

Which was how she found herself off to the side of the proceedings, sharp eyes watching as nobles gossiped and drank, and servants rushed to refill those drinks and check provisions. Byleth did not feel as if she fit into either group, and wanted to join Claude. He would have some weird quip that would have Byleth fighting that odd sensation that made her want to smile. But Claude was mounted beside his father, taking a place of honor in the hunt. It was a wholly inappropriate place for a Fódlan orphan. His wyvern, almost a year old, was still small enough to fit on his shoulders, and had wrapped itself around Claude’s shoulders. Shamil watched the whole proceedings with the same annoyance Byleth felt.

Naima stepped into Byleth’s field of vision, drawing the young girl’s attention away from her friend. You are not excited? Naima signed, the smile on her lips betraying her knowledge of the answer she would receive.

Byleth shook her head, the thick braid Naima had woven her hair into bouncing against her back. “No. This seems unnecessary. Look at Nader. He’s got that smile on his face, but it’s fake. He hasn’t set up security for this situation.”

Naima looked thoughtful, tapping a well manicured nail against her lips before she answered. True, but we are also in the heart of Almyra. There is not much here to harm us besides ourselves, and that is a threat the king and Nader are both very used to looking out for. 

Byleth still did not look satisfied. “I’ll feel better when we’re home.”

Naima sighed silently and shook her head. If you are so worried, then once the hunt begins find your way to his side. 

As Naima adjusted the bow on her back, Byleth blinked at her caretaker. “Where will you be?”

Where I always am, Naima answered simply, her eyes drifting toward her brother. Wherever he needs me.

/

There were times Byleth hated being right. This was very much one of them.

The rampaging wyvern had come out of nowhere, screaming in pain and rage when it encountered the royal party. The bandits came next, cursing when they saw just who they had run into. They were bad actors. Byleth did not believe their ploy for a moment. But as to why they decided such a show was necessary was not the issue at the moment. 

No, Byleth was much more worried about the injured wyvern. Mahtab had placed himself between the creature and Claude, protecting his son from the first attack, but with the bandits joining in, the king’s attention was now divided.

“Claude!” Byleth charged toward her friend, pushing her way past the confusion the royal party had fallen into. Nader was shouting orders, quickly getting a handle on the situation. As many of the nobles were soldiers as well, they were falling into formation with a terrifying grace and swiftness. 

Claude glance for a brief second in her direction, but his focus was on the wyvern still going berserk at the head of the party. He drew his bow and knocked an arrow. Byleth saw him take a deep breath in, releasing half of it as he aimed, only fully exhaling as the arrow flew from his bow. 

The wyvern screamed in pain as the arrow sank into its open maw. It was an impressive shot, a wound that would kill over the course of a few minutes as the creature bled out, but the wyvern was so enraged it did not seem to realize its life blood was pouring out onto the ground below it. It screamed, snapping the arrow in half as it gnashed its teeth together, its attention now fully focused on the young prince.

Byleth sprinted forward, her legs aching with effort as she dodged hooves and blades that stood between her and her friend. She watched Claude pale as he reached for another arrow, but the wyvern was charging fast. By the time Claude had aimed his next arrow it would be too close. 

Please, please, please! Byleth had no idea who she was pleading with, no idea if anyone could actually listen. But beneath the sounds of battle, the screams as men died around her, Byleth could have sworn she heard someone yawn. 

She had no time to ponder it. Her legs pumped, putting on a speed that would have surprised anyone paying attention to her, and placed herself between the wyvern and Claude. Claude cried out, but Byleth’s sword was already raised. Her sword tore into the berserk creature’s neck even as its claw came crashing down onto her shoulder. 

Claude jumped from his horse, axe in hand, and rushed to her side. Byleth bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain when Claude grabbed her, attempting to pull her away, but the wyvern had just enough fury left to sustain it a moment longer. The creature’s tail swung around, catching both children and knocking them through the air, and right into the river the party had traveled alongside all morning.

Byleth scrambled as water closed in over her head, knowing that the scent of her blood in the water would attract predators. Claude. She needed to find Claude. Where was he?

Something wrapped around her, pulling at her. Byleth wanted to scream as the action aggravated her injured shoulder, but she saw the green of Claude’s tunic and kicked her feet, helping as he dragged them both to shore.

She breathed deeply when the water broke over her head, coughing and sputtering on the shore as Claude did the same beside her. 

“Ugh,” Claude finally managed, his voice hoarse.

Byleth shared the sentiment, but they did not have time for a break. “Come on,” she said, forcing herself to roll over and push herself to her feet. “We need to go.”

“Ugh,” Claude moaned again. After a moment though he too pushed himself up. Shamil poked his head out of Claude’s shirt, hacking and looking no better than his master.

“Do you still have your bow?” Byleth asked, eyes scanning their surroundings. The tall grass of the plains they were traveling through would be easy for someone familiar with the area to hide within, and not so easy for them. Plus, so long as they were near the river, there would be predatory animals to worry about as well.

Claude shook his head, stumbling a bit at the motion. Byleth reached out to steady him, hissing softly at the stress it put on her arm. “No, lost it in the river. And my axe as well it seems.”

Byleth thought rapidly. There was no telling how far away they had been swept downstream. The easiest way back would be to simply follow the river, but if there were more bandits, they were likely to be close to the only water source around for some miles. Claude without weapons was not good. Byleth without her sword arm was not good. She gritted her teeth and handed the sword over to Claude.

Her friend blinked at the weapon shoved into his hands before looking up at her in confusion. “Byleth?”

“I can’t use it with my arm like this,” Byleth said, nodding toward her shoulder. “But I still have my daggers. I’ll have an easier time using those in my off hand than I will the sword. And I’ve seen you practicing with Nader. You’ll do better with that than short blades.” The sword would also keep him at a longer reach from any enemy they might encounter. An adult could easily outreach Claude, but every little bit helped at this point. 

“All right,” Claude said softly, wrapping the sword belt around his waist. “Let’s get out of here.”

/

Mahtab clicked his tongue in disgust as he wiped his blade clean. The attack had been foolish and unorganized. In mere minutes the group of bandits were dispatched, their blood soaking the earth. Nader already had people moving the bodies away from the water so that the river would not become contaminated by their filth. 

He turned, intent to find his son, when the sound of more horses racing down the path toward them caught his attention. Mahtab readied his sword, Nader swinging his axe back into a ready position, as they turned to face whatever was coming. 

The sudden burst of adrenaline gave way to relief as he recognized Odette charging toward him on a bay mare. The rest of the royal entourage that had stayed behind at camp streamed behind her, all battle ready. Mahtab frowned when he saw blood on their weapons. 

Odette swung down from her horse, running the last few steps to her husband and quickly looking him over. “You weren’t hurt?”

Mahtab shook his head, doing his own once over of his wife. “What happened?”

“Goli had scouts near the wyvern breeding grounds that did not report back. She went to go check herself, and found her people dead,” Odette explained. “It seems the bandits were attempting to steal some of the royal herd, but only managed to piss them off. Goli saw the main group on her way back, heading toward you from behind. So, we came up from behind them before they could trap you.”

Mahtab smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her quickly. “My beautiful warrior queen,” he whispered against her lips. 

Odette rolled her eyes, but did not push him away. Before she could say anything, however, Naima was beside them. Where are they?

Mahtab and Odette both frowned, heads whipping around to look for their son. There was only one ‘they’ Naima could be referring to. Mahtab’s heart pounded furiously in his chest as the seconds grew longer without sight of his son. “Claude!” he cried out. 

At his shout, several courtiers near him looked up in surprise, all seeming to realize that the prince was missing at the same time. The prince’s name was shouted, dead bodies moved aside to make sure he was not trapped. But Claude was nowhere, and neither was Byleth.

It was Naima who found Claude’s bow tangled in the reeds of the river bank. She had only to point before Odette was on her horse again, Mahtab not far behind. Behind him, Nader barked orders, splitting up trusted soldiers to join their king and queen.

Mahtab could only pray that wherever the river had taken them, they were together. Protect my son, Byleth, he thought, so desperate it came out like a prayer. Once more, please be by his side and protect him.

/

“Byleth, we need to do something about your shoulder before we go any further.”

Byleth paused and looked at her wound, studying it with seemingly uninterested eyes before nodding. Claude let loose a quick sigh, glad he would not have to fight with her on this. Together they peeled back the material soaked in river water and blood. Shamil once more emerged from Claude’s shirt, making high little chirps of concern as the wound was revealed.

“Shh, Shamil,” Claude shushed the wyvern. There could easily be more bandits around, and they didn’t need that kind of attention right now. The wyvern whined once more before wrapping itself around Claude’s neck to sulk. 

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” Byleth said. She winced slightly as she poked at the three vertical gashes on her shoulder. “They’re not even really that deep.”

That was true, but the slow leakage of blood was still concerning. He took the waterskin from his hip and popped it open. He hoped he was doing this correctly. Healing had never really been a strong skill of his. 

“We don’t have anything to wrap it with,” Byleth pointed out.

Claude blinked, realizing she was right. All the had were the clothes on their backs and the two weapons Byleth had managed to hang onto. If they were out here for much longer they would need to find food, but Claude shoved that thought away. He needed to focus on Byleth right now. 

He handed her the waterskin and removed the scarf tied around his head. It was the least damp of all their materials. Claude reached out, and Byleth handed over her dagger without him having to ask. He cut a short length off, and used it to clean the gashes, pouring water over Byleth’s shoulder occasionally to help. The rest of the scarf was cut into a series of makeshift bandages that Claude did his best to wrap around the wound. The result was workable, but looked absolutely tragic.

He glared at Byleth as she fought back a smirk, the corners of her lips twitching upward. “Hey, I did my best,” he protested.

“You did,” Byleth agreed. “Thank you, Claude.”

Claude nodded and got to his feet. “We’ll need more water. I’ll be right back.”

Byleth’s face immediately became concerned, and she reached out with her good arm, her hand catching his. “Claude.”

“I’ll be fine,” Claude tried to reassure her, but he could tell the smile on his face was too forced. Byleth would see right through it. “The river is right over there. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be careful. There’s most likely more than bandits in the area. And scavengers won’t be afraid to pick off a single child by himself.”

If anyone else said it to him, Claude would be offended. But this was Byleth, and he had grown used to her bluntness by now. Instead, he nodded to her. “I will.”

/

Shamil's surprised squawk was all the warning Claude had before someone was grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet. 

"Well, well, look what we managed to find after all," a calm voice drawled. 

Claude immediately clawed at his attackers hands,  but the man shook him hard enough to make Claude's teeth clash together. He tasted blood and the back of his mind noted that he had bitten his tongue. 

"Enough of that now." 

Claude finally looked up at the man who held him. He was tall, with fine features and dark hair. His black eyes glinted in amusement, like a snake who had cornered a rat, with a deep scar running across his cheek. His clothes were something a merchant would wear, not a bandit. 

As the man leaned in, Claude smelled a cloying sweetness, a scent he had only ever heard described before. He didn't look like a tribesman, but the two men flanking him certainly did.

Claude struggled anew, but the man slammed him into the ground. The riverbank gave way beneath the harsh blow, and Claude splashed into the water for the second time that day, landing on his back in the shallows. 

There was a cry of outrage from another of the men and the high pitched screech of a baby wyvern, but Claude had no time to focus on it. The obviously not a bandit jumped into the river after him, shoving Claude's head beneath the water. 

He struggled, arms flailing and feet kicking. He managed to break through the surface a few times, taking giant lungfuls of air, but mostly ended up with water in his mouth and up his nose. The riverbed churned beneath him, dirt clouding the water and stinging his eyes. 

When his fingers wrapped around something smooth and hard, Claude did not stop to think. He slammed the object into the side of his attacker's head. The man's hands loosened, allowing Claude to shove him back. 

He aimed what he could now see was a smooth river rock for the man again, but he raised his arms to deflect Claude's attack. A swift kick to his side sent Claude sprawling in the reeds. Different hands grabbed him, lifting him into the air. Claude continued to lash out, managing to connect with something solid. There was a spray of hot blood over his face before he was falling forward. He landed on top of his assailant, and hit him again and again with the rock, fear driving him on even after the body had stilled beneath him. 

Someone uttered a word Claude had never heard before, but based on its tone he could only assume it to be a curse. Another hand grabbed at him, smaller and shaking, trying to tear him away. Claude shouted, screamed in Byleth's face as she pulled him to her. His mind briefly registered that her right arm hung limp and useless at her side, and there was blood covering her left hand almost up to her elbow. Shamil was wrapped around her neck, and squeaked in fear at the harsh noise that ripped its way from Claude’s throat.

That unfamiliar word was repeated, Claude's eyes snapping to the first man who had attacked him. But the man was not looking at them. He was staring further up river. He shot one last glance at the two children, calculating eyes weighing the risks. Apparently deciding to cut his losses, the man turned to run.

Claude could hear them now, horses hooves pounding against the plains. An arrow flew by them, catching the man in the leg. He went down on one knee, unable to move with the shaft pierced through his muscles. He snapped the arrow in half, pulling it through injured flesh, but by the time he stood on unsteady legs, the horses were on them.

"Chain him," a voice barked, one used to giving orders that were immediately obeyed. "I want him tied to one of the spare horses and on his way back to His Majesty immediately."

Basir stopped his horse in front of Claude and Byleth, looking them over with a critical eye. Claude knew the general was traveling with them, but had not seen him up close since Keveh had thrown up all over his tunic last year. Now, with a weapon on his hip and a storm in his eyes, Claude saw why his enemies had taken to calling him Storm's Fury.

"Looks like you're in one piece. Are you hurt at all, little prince?"

Claude bristled at the blatant disrespect, but kept his temper. He nodded sharply, but Basir was already dismounting, his eyes locked on the body they stood next to. 

Another horse drew up in front of them, Naima leaping from the saddle. Her bow was still in her hand, the feathers in her quiver the same color as the arrow that had pierced the not bandit. She immediately swept both children into her arms, moving back only to look them over. 

Are you hurt? she signed to both of them.

Claude shook his head, while Byleth tilted her shoulder toward Naima with a blank face. Naima’s quick fingers checked over Byleth, her eyes hard as she removed the makeshift bandages. She stood straight and motioned for someone to join them, only stepping away from Byleth when a young man joined them and began to look her over. White light glowed around his fingers, Byleth’s flesh closing shut beneath his touch. 

And you? Naima signed to Claude, genuine concern in her brown eyes. Are you sure you aren’t hurt?

Claude nodded. “No, Naima, I’m not hurt.”

“You can drop the stone, Your Highness.” Basir’s voice was still far from kind, but there was something resembling respect in it when he addressed Claude again. He stood from where he had been squatting next to body of the tribesman, stroking his perfectly trimmed beard as he regarded Claude. “Your first kill?”

Claude stiffened, but nodded. It would do no good to lie to someone like Basir about something like that. “Yes, sir.”

Basir stared a moment longer before nodding sharply. A heavy hand landed on Claude’s shoulder briefly, making Claude’s heart leap. It was a small sign of approval, but one that caught him completely off guard. 

And then the weight was gone. Basir’s voice boomed out once more. “Gather these bodies to take back with us. Five minutes, and then we leave.”

Claude found himself suddenly lifted up in the air, deposited on Basir’s horse before the man swung back up in the saddle. Next to him, Naima was doing the same with Byleth, the healer helping them due to her injured arm.

“Let’s get you back to your parents,” Basir said, his deep voice causing his chest to rumble against Claude’s back. “The Queen looked like she was about to scourge the entire plains if we didn’t find you soon.”

/

Mahtab reached them first, and if Claude was not so surprised, he would be annoyed that so many people were simply picking him up and dragging him around today. His father’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him off Basir’s horse. Claude found himself crushed against his father’s chest, Mahtab’s strong hand on the back of his head.

“Claude,” Mahtab breathed out, relief palpable in his voice. Claude could almost swear he heard the edge of a sob at the end of his name. It frightened him. “I was so worried.”

“Claude!” His mother’s voice echoed across camp, followed by the pounding of her feet as she ran toward them. “Claude!” Odette wrapped her arms around his husband and her son, pressing kisses to Claude’s forehead. 

He was at a complete loss. More than anything, his parents’ actions enforced what he had gone through. They had never held him like this before, never showed such concern. It was too much. He had survived an attack, killed his first man, almost lost his best friend, and now he was simply confused. 

/

Byleth sat up when she heard the tent rustle, knowing only one person would be lifting the back of the canvas than entered through the front flap.

“Is your arm going to be okay?” Claude asked as he climbed onto the sleeping cot next to her. Shamil, separated from his master since they were rescued, uncurled himself from Byleth’s pillow and leap into Claude’s arms. The wyvern made happy little chirps, covering the prince’s face in licks with his rough tongue.

“It will be,” Byleth answered, glaring down at the sling that cradled her arm. “I’ll have to wear this for at least a week.”

Claude winced for her, shoving Shamil down. Shamil, however, was not about to be stopped, and ended up licking Claude’s eyeball. “Ugh, Shamil! Yes, I love you too. Please calm down!”

Shamil whined, but settled for curling up around Claude’s neck, giving occasion licks to Claude’s cheek. Byleth covered her mouth with her good hand, stifling a giggle. Claude’s eyes went wide, and he stared at her as if he had never seen her before.

“What?” Byleth asked, hand dropping away from her face.

“I’ve never heard you giggle before,” Claude said in wonder. 

“It’s not that strange,” Byleth muttered, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

Claude was silent for a moment, before apparently deciding to let the topic go. (At least for the moment. Byleth had no doubt it would come back around sooner or later.) “I think someone organized those tribesmen against us. For the most part, my father has left them alone. And I don’t think they’re stupid enough to attack a fully armed royal contingent unless encouraged, even with a mad wyvern on the loose to distract us.”

“You’re so sure they were tribesmen and not mere bandits,” Byleth pointed out, before quietly waiting for an answer to her statement.

“It was the man who led the ones that attacked us by the river, I smelled his breath when he tried to strangle me,” Claude explained quietly. “The tribes to the southeast brew a special beer, supposedly very strong, that leaves the drinker’s breath smelling of day old flowers. It’s exactly what his breath smelt like.”

“But he isn’t a tribesman,” Byleth counted. “So, you think he is part of those who organized the effort?”

Claude nodded, stroking Shamil’s snout. “Not a very important part. They never would have let anyone like that be put in a position to get caught.”

Byleth nodded back in agreement. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

“Well,” Claude said evenly as he curled on the cot beside her, “we need to figure out who is willing to attack us, and who might have influence over the southern tribes.”

Byleth frowned as she settled in beside him. “I feel like there will be more overlap between the two than you are expecting.”

Claude shrugged. “Probably, but it’s a place to start. And we’ll keep an ear out for anything Goli and her crew might find from the man they brought in.” He sighed, unconsciously leaning into Byleth’s warmth. “It’s too much to hope it’s simply my uncle and stupid cousin, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Byleth answered simply. “And if it was, Kadir is too smart to leave any trace of his involvement. Keveh might let something slip, but Kadir isn’t about to entrust anything like that to his son just yet.”

Claude sighed again and closed his eyes. Byleth stared at him for a moment, letting the silence of the night linger around them, before reaching out to pet Shamil. “Are you really okay?” she asked.

Claude’s eyes opened slowly, looking much too serious for a boy so young. Byleth knew the answer before he spoke. “Was that the first time you’ve killed someone?”

“Yes,” she answered with her usual straightforwardness. 

“It feels...odd,” Claude continued after a long silence. “I don’t feel bad that he’s dead, but it doesn’t feel like it all the stories we’ve been told. So many warriors come home and brag about how many enemies died upon their blades. It’s this grand thing, something to be celebrated.” He paused again, twisting the corner of her blanket as he gathered his thoughts. “What if they’re right? What if my Fódlan blood makes me weak?”

“If you were weak, you would not have done what needed to be done today,” Byleth pointed out. “You’re blood has nothing to do with that. And besides, what would your mother say if she heard you insinuating she was weak?”

Claude blanched at the idea of an upset Odette. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the woman was unmatched when it came to weilding an axe. “What about you?” Claude asked. “You don’t seem upset that I insinuated the same thing about you.”

Byleth tried to shrug, but winced as pain lanced through her right side. “I know you don’t think I’m weak. You’ve looked up to me for years now.”

She could not be sure with how dark it was in the tent, but Byleth was pretty sure Claude was blushing. “Oh, shut up,” he mumbled into her pillow, turning to bury his face.

“Claude? Are you in here?” Odette’s voice came from the front of the tent. A moment later the flap was thrown open and the Queen entered, raising a lantern for light. She frowned softly when she caught sight of the two of them curled up together, but there was a kindness in her eyes as she walked to the cot. “Claude,” she whispered, brushing his hair back with gentle fingers, “if I let you stay here will you promise to get some rest?”

“Yes, maman,” Claude answered. His mouth opened in a large yawn for extra effect.

Odette just shook her head, leaning down to kiss her son’s forehead. “Just this once,” she whispered. 

“Thank you,” Claude answered back, which only caused Odette’s smile to turn sly.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” she teased. “I’m not the one who will have to deal with Nader’s snoring all night.”

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Next chapter I will have a link to a list of all the ocs appearing in this fic. I know I'm introducing at least one or two a chapter, so I wanted to give you guys a convenient way to reference everyone.

[deputy-sarah-sux]

The OC Interview

I got tagged for this three times so I’m gonna do it three times as three separate characters (in separate posts obviously).

Thank you so much for the tag @returnofthepd3​ 💖💖💖 This was so much fun to do!

Answering as Sarah Lamb

Name: Sarah Ophelia Lamb. Wait did you want my middle name? Only Joseph uses that name to talk to me and even then it’s not often.

Are you single: Haha, no, far from it. I’ve got my fingers in— shit no that’s gross I’m not saying that. Uh, yeah I’m dating all three of the Seed brothers actually.

Are you happy: To be doing this interview? Sure, I guess. In general? Depends. If I’m alone then odds are I’m drinking so we can safely say I am not happy but if I’m with friends thing are usually pretty great.

Are you angry: Shit who wouldn’t be in this place? I came to Hope County looking for a close-knit quiet country town and now I’m fighting a fucking cult. I’ve got cultists shooting at me and my friends on one side and the Resistance crawling up my ass on the other. I’m this close to going on a rampage in the middle of Fall’s End, I swear to God.

Are your parents still married: Well, my dad is dead so that’s a definite no. My mum remarried at some point but we haven’t talked in years so no clue what’s going on with that.

Nine Facts

Birthplace: San Francisco, California baby! I’m a West Coast girl through and through!

Hair color: Brown, but I like to color it blonde so right now it’s both.

Eye color: Blue, but not as blue as John’s

Birth date: April 19, 1988

Mood: Is exhausted a mood? Because if so, then that’s my current mood.

Gender: Female

Summer or winter: Winter, always winter. Honestly fuck summer, it gets so hot and the AC in my house barely works. In the winter I get snow and sweaters and Christmas.

Morning or afternoon:  Tough question honestly, I love mornings but under normal circumstances I’m not usually awake before the afternoon. How about I just choose neither and I pick night instead?

Eight things about your love life

Are you in love: Uh, bit personal but... yeah.. Honestly I’ve never loved anyone more. And now I love three people. Three? Don’t, uh, tell anyone in the Resistance though, they definitely won’t approve of this thing and I’m not quite ready to deal with everyone hating me.

Do you believe in love at first sight: Not really, I believe in attraction at first sight which is what I had with John, but love comes later. You gotta know someone before you can love them, at least I do. (Didn’t stop me from jumping into bed with that yes-kink loser though.)

Who ended your last relationship: Me, I think. Honestly, neither of us were happy, it was sort of a mutual thing. Plus I was moving out here so it only made sense.

Have you ever broken someones heart: Yeah and honestly I’d rather not talk about it.

Are you afraid of commitment: I want to say no, but based off all of my previous relationships and everything my friends, ex-family, co-workers and department-appointed shrink say yes, yes I am. I think it stems from how shit went down with my parents and then my first few relationships were shit shows too. But who needs commitment when you have vodka right (I wonder if they have AA meetings in the middle of holy wars because I should probably attend one).

Have you hugged someone in the last week: Of course! Sharky, Adie, Nick, Staci, Rook, my baby boy Boomer, John, Joseph, and, uh, oh yeah Wheaty. That kid deserves some hugs he’s too good for this world. I tried to hug Jacob but he just glared at me until I sat back down.

Have you ever had a secret admirer: Hell if I know, aren’t they secret for a reason?

Have you ever broken your own heart: Yeah, John and I, well things weren’t always sunshine and daisies, hell they still aren’t. But I caused a lot of my own problems. Almost destroyed myself a few times with him.

Six Choices

Love or Lust: Both, definitely both.

Lemonade or Iced Tea: Iced tea, but not the sweetened kind. Lemonade is too sweet for me, it makes me gag.

Cats or Dogs: Both! My cat, Finny, is the light of my life, but Boomer is my best boy and I don’t know what I’d do without him. I used to have another dog named Sadie, but she died a few months after I got here.

A few Best friends or Regular Friends: Best friends, I need people who I can actually trust.

Wild night out or romantic night in: Well you can’t get very “wild” in Hope County unless you wanna break some laws (which I’m technically not supposed to do). Honestly though, I prefer romantic nights in. Not too gushy though, just cook me dinner, light the fireplace and let me snuggle you on the couch, then when the time is right throw me over your shoulder and take me to bed.

Day or night: Night. Day is so... boring. At night the world is mysterious and you feel like you can hide from everything, you can’t hide in the day. I love sitting outside on one of the lounge chairs at the ranch with a mug of tea and just falling asleep looking at the stars. And don’t even get me started in the pure joy I get from swimming in the rivers at night, once your extremities go numb it’s amazing.

Five Have You Evers

Been caught sneaking out: Many times, after Dad died my mom became an even bigger control freak. She wouldn’t let me go anywhere so I was constantly sneaking out.

Fallen Down/Up the Stairs: Both, *laughs* I have the tendency to try to sprint up stairs for some reason which usually means I end up tripping. And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fallen down the stairs when I was drunk.

Wanted someone/something so badly it hurt: Fuck yes, who hasn’t.

Wanted to disappear: Yeah, a lot when I was a kid after Dad died, not so much once I hit adulthood but lately... fighting a holy war is hard man, sometimes you just wanna fade away for a bit.

Four preferences

Smile or eyes: Eyes.

Shorter or taller: Taller, or the same height (no shade to John). I’m 5’10” so it’s not always EASY to find someone as tall or taller than me. I lucked out with my boys though, John and I are the same height, Joseph’s a few inches taller and Jacob is a fucking giant.

Intelligence or Attraction: Both. I want my men attractive but if they don’t have a fucking brain I’ll blow my own.

Hook up or Relationship: Relationship. I love hook ups, (I mean that’s how John and I started) but I can never keep my feelings out of it.

Family

Do you and your family get along: I got along great with my dad before he passed. My mom and I never got along and after dad we got worse, constantly screaming at each other and shit. I moved out on my 18th birthday and I haven’t really talked to her since.

Would you say you have a messed up life: From an outsider’s point of view: yeah. But I don’t really think so. This is just my life, it’s pretty normal to me at this point, which I guess is kinda messed up in its own way. I had the stereotypical rough childhood, immediately went to the academy, was a cop in SF for a while, came out here 2 years ago, and now I’m fighting in a war and in love with my enemies. It could be worse.

Have you ever ran away from home: Twice. I never made it very far. First time I was 8 and got all the way to the end of the block before I crashed my bike, my dad found me crying in a bush five minutes later. Second time I was 17, made it halfway to Monterey before realizing I was making a huge mistake and turning around.

Have you ever got kicked out: Yeah, Mom kicked me out once but she let me come back a month later. I just went and stayed with my grandparents down in Pismo Beach while I waited for her to cool off.

Friends

Do you secretly hate one of your friends: Kind of? We’re not really friends so that’s where I’m fuzzy. It’s Jess. We hang out because of Rook, but she and I will never be friends. It’s not secret we don’t like each other, but we do our best to hide it around Rook, she hates that shit.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends: Most of them yeah. All of the ones I normally spend time with at least.

Who is your best friend: Staci, Nick, and Sharky, I literally can’t choose just. Rook and Kim are pretty high up on that list too.

Who knows everything about you: No one knows EVERYTHING. Nick and Joseph probably know the most. John and Jacob know a lot too but not as much. I’m not someone who likes to share about my past, I do my best not to actively think about it honestly.

Tagging @fluttyseed @farcryfuckmeup @onl-you @minilev​ @goodboiboomer-fc5​ @deputy-janai​ and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

[digimonadventuretimelines]

[13 - A cat and a Bagworm duo! The Ichijouji siblings Join The Party]

“Ah it was delicious, ma’am” the cat and the seal were satisfied with the meal, very much to be honest.

“You said you wanted to talk with me?” Kiyoko blinked, she was at the kitchen after hearing her mother’s call “So, what it is?”

“Is Daichi here?” Taisuke whispered “I do not want him to butt on our business.”

“... ‘Our’ ?” Kiyoko and Eiji frowned.

“Y’know, young kids business. The oldies must not know. That’s why I didn’t let Hoshi learn of that as well” he shrugged “After all, we’re like our own secret club.”

“Taisuke what are you talking about?”

“Don’t let Daichi know, please. He’s too boring.”

“... He’s not at home” Kiyoko said, but with an pouty face “He didn’t tell me where did he go. But fine, I won’t tell him whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Okay so… Can we go to your room?”

“Seriously, why don’t you just say it here!?”

“We’re a secret club. Older kids and Adults cannot be in!”

“Sigh… Sure, let’s go hear what you have to tell us.”

 “So, first of all… You will prevent the Chosen Children from realizing our moves.“ 

“Yes, sir Lupinmon”

Two shadows were discussing, one of them was sitting on a throne. The other was standing in front of Lupinmon. That digimon was some kind of a werewolf, just like WereGarurumon, but different color scheme. It had white fur and blue marks, his nails were a deep purple and eyes were purple-ish.

“Wait no, maybe you should put one of those scouts to go to the human world and damage their devices.”

“But that means they would’ve been stuck in the human world, sir.”

“We can open a gate.”

“Are you kidding!? We can’t open gates by ourselves, only digimon with such powers can!!”

“Then let’s ditch that plan, just keep an eye on the Chosen because they might come--”

“Sir!! A Guilmon scout hadn’t returned.” a silver Renamon appeared, they seemed quite desperate.

“What??”

“It got caught by the Chosen Children” they responded “The fugitive baby II got partnered with a new Chosen Child.”

Lupinmon clenched his fist, “How dare you say that there’s a new one!!”

“Master,” Magnamon was there on his side all this time “I suggest sending a new scout.”

“... Fine” he snorted, “Send one. Send… Him” and then the lead pointed at WereGururumon.

“M-me!?”

“Your new mission is to find out the rest of the fugitive digimon and bring them back. And destroy any human or digimon partner who crosses your way.”

“Don’t forget it, it’s our secret!” Taisuke gave Kiyoko a wink, when he and Eiji were leaving.

“Okay… A secret” Kiyoko sighed, but waved back at the boys.

“Kiyoko doesn’t like to hide stuff from her brother…” Eiji frowned “I wonder if we shouldn’t tell at least to him…”

“You kiddin’ right? Daichi’s a pain in the neck.”

“Master Taisuke, master Eiji, where should we go now?” the digimon duo were following them as well. But why? No clue…

“You will stay with Eiji while I need to do some stuff” he smiled, putting his hands on the back of his head “He’s nicest and wouldn’t mind to.”

“Wait a minute I--”

“Is it okay, master Eiji?” Black Tailmon used puppy eyes. How could Eiji say no?

“F-fine… I guess.”

“Then cya, my favorite cousin~” and he left running til disappear in the streets.

“Favorite cousin…??” Eiji blinked “I’m not sure what he’s up to… But I hope he doesn’t get into trouble…”

Eiji and the two digimon kept walking, going to his home. He wasn’t sure what to do but maybe he could take care of those digimon for a while. His mother wouldn’t mind at all, he hoped for. He could care less of Hoshi, since she likes the digimon around or the ones linked to their parent’s jobs. 

But...

“Eiji!! Eiji, help me!” she came running into his direction, with a Wormmon on her shoulder.

“Hoshi, what’s wrong??” He frowned “Isn’t that a Wormmon on your back??”

“He told me something is happening near the Digital World’s gates!” She said “ Where’s dad, I need to warn him…!” She looked then to the digimon with him “Huh? Why are you with those little guys?”

“It’s… It’s a long story. Dad is not at Motomiya’s residence anymore, he left” he answered “Have you tried to call him?”

“He’s not answering the phone,” Hoshi frowned “What are we going to do!? Tell mr. Yagami!?”

“We can help!” Gomamon said “We might not be strong, but we can fight! Your brains and our strength might help til the authorities arrive!”

“It’s more complicated” the Wormmon said “It’s a perfect level… WereGururumon.”

“WereGarurumon?” Eiji blinked.

“No, WereGururumon!”

“Whatever!” Black Tailmon pouted “Show us where they are! Kid, tell the cops. We can deal with them.”

  A lot of digimon were running away from WereGururumon’s rampage. Enough to call the attention of the local kindergarten staff. Lots of digimon and children started to evacuate, with Hikari and Tailmon aiding their workmates to save the children. Hikari knew it would’ve been easier if she could evolve Tailmon, but at this point… Revealing her identity was risky.

“Everyone, go this way please!” Tailmon was pointing to the exit, “Stay close to the human and digimon adults, please! Hikari, did you call for Ken’s help?”

She was a bit of nervous when replied “I did, but I think he’s already out of town… Is everyone out already?”

“There’s still a few digimon baby II level around, Just a few more… OK, I think everyone’s out.”

“Then, let’s do this by ourselves…!”

Hikari was about to leave when she heard a cry. one of the kids was still inside and petrified by the explosions outside. But wait, explosions? Tailmon jumped to the window and saw a blue Greymon facing the enemy. But… Was it one of the Digimon Special Case Unit’s digimon? She and Hikari weren’t sure.

Eiji and Hoshi arrived with the digimon trio, looking at the digimon battle. Deep down Eiji wanted to go home, but… His body moved without his command. He and Hoshi were there right now, and the little digimon ones were fueled by determination.

“What’s that thing??” Hoshi exclaimed “A blue Greymon? And oh, WereGururumon is just like… A WereGarurumon with white fur...”

“No time for talking!” Gomamon said, “The blue guy needs help!” then she jumped into the action, summoning a fish squad “Marching Fishes!” The fishes went like bullets into WereGururumon’s direction, biting the werewolf.

“Argh, Not more pests!” the wolf yelled “ OH IT’S YOU! THE FUGITIVE DIGIMON I’VE LOOKING FOR!”

“What?!” Eiji and Hoshi glanced at Gomamon “You were running away!?”

“It’s a long story” Gomamon responded “Wormmon, BlackTailmon help me here!”

“What are you doing here!?” a voice was heard and the Ichijouji siblings saw the same kid Daichi had chased last night.

“Who are you?” Hoshi asked “What do you mean--”

“WATCH OUT!” Wormmon yelled, seeing  WereGururumon throwing an outdoor at the group. Hoshi, Eiji and BlackTailmon dodged by throwing themselves to the floor.

“You don’t have a digimon!” the unknown kid yelled “Get out, and take the refugee digimon with you!”

“Stop bossing around!” BlackTailmon shouted “We’re here… To help! Even without a tamer, we can still keep them here while the authorities don’t come!”

“It’s dangerous…!” Eiji babbled.

“No, we can do something…!” the feline insisted “I gonna fight too!” and she ran towards WereGururumon “CAT PUNCH!”

The opponent stopped her attack. Greymon then tried to punch it but the enemy used BlackTailmon to hit the blue dinosaur-like digimon by dodging and letting the punches hit each of his opponents. He then kicked the kitten at the Gomamon. Eiji threw himself in front of the seal-like digimon and caught the feline with his hands. He almost fell, but regained balance.

“Ouch… He’s stronger…” she hissed.

“What are you doing!? Get out of here with those refugees!” the mysterious kid shouted again “We can take care of him by ourselves!”

“No!” BlackTailmon got up again “I won’t give up! That monster captured MY FRIENDS!”

Eiji and Hoshi were surprised. WereGururumon threw Greymon to the ground, and dashed to the trio’s direction. Hoshi clenched her fist, grabbed a broken pipe from the destroyed battlefield and ran towards the werewolf, with Wormmon still on her back.

“LEAVE THEM ALONE, YOU JERK!” she yelled and then hit the evil digimon on his head “BACK OFF!”

“Are you crazy!?” The unknown boy gasped “You will be killed for doing that!!”

WereGururumon growled and tried to slay the audacious Hoshi, but… Wormmon jumped on his face, making the girl get enough time to grab Gomamon from the ground. BlackTailmon took the opportunity to try a quick Cat Kick in the wolf’s stomach. He stepped back, caught Wormmon from his face and shot it against BlackTailmon. The poor digi duo were now terribly hurt, even BlackTailmon returned to her lesser form, Plotmon.

“Enough, you two will come back with me!” WereGururumon approached from the bagworm and puppy, ready to capture them.

“No!” Hoshi yelled, and then from the mysterious kid’s digivice came two lights. A black and pink D-TimeRune stood in front of Hoshi, while a faded purple and white one appeared in front of Eiji.

“W-what is this??” Eiji babbled.

“Use those digivices and evolve those two!” the mysterious boy pointed at the digivices “Scan the back of your hands by saying ‘Scan DigiRune’ and point at the digimon to evolve them by saying ‘Load Evolution’ hurry, you two!”

Hoshi and Eiji looked at each other, then to the boy. Gomamon jumped from Hoshi’s arms to the ground. With a nod, the siblings grabbed the digivices and scanned the back of their hands.

“Scan… DigiRune!” [ Scan Completed ]

A cherry blossom-shaped crest appeared on Hoshi’s digivice, and the crest of Kindness appeared on Eiji’s.

“Load… Evolution!!”

They pointed the devices to Wormmon and BlackTailmon, sending two light beams at the digimon. Said beams healed the digimon’s wounds, and they were covered by a blinding light.

Wormmon evolve! Stingmon! Plotmon evolve! BlackTailmon!

“What is this!?” WereGururumon backed off when Stingmon tried to hit him with a punch “You… You two evolved!? How!? You can’t do this to me, Lupinmon will kill me!!”

“Lupinmon?” Eiji frowned “Who is? And why would…”

“No time for that, guys!” the mysterious child interrupted Eiji “Greymon, team up with them!” and he gave an order to his partner.

“Team up? Haha, like a bunch of weakings could beat a general!” the wolf laughed loudly.

Stingmon flew in WereGururmon’s direction, executing Spiking Finish technique on him. BlackTailmon used Cat’s Eye, but accidentally stunted Greymon.

“He-hey!!” the mysterious boy shouted angrily.

“S-sorry!!” the kitten cried, but that was enough to have her kicked against Stingmon “ACK!”

“You need to give them COMMANDS!” he looked at the siblings again “You can’t just sit and watch!”

“Oh shut up we’re thinking here!” Hoshi argued in their defense. Then turned to Eiji “What should we do…?”

“...” her brother closed his eyes for a few seconds and then… “I got it!” he opened his eyes quickly “Stingmon, grab WereGururumon and lift him! BlackTailmon and Greymon, combine your long-ranged attacks once Stingmon’s releases him in midair!”

“W-what!? Wa-wait!” the wolf gasped “We… We can ne-negotiate…! Please no--”

The three heroic digimon nodded in agreement and started the plan. BlackTailmon started to attack WereGururumon with punches and kicks, making him very much focused on dodging her attacks, enough to be caught off guard by Stingmon. The humanoid insect grabbed the wolf and jumped to the sky, flying high and them releasing the enemy in midair.

Greymon shot a bigger fireball from his mouth -- Mega Flame technique -- while BlackTailmon shot a laser beam from her eyes -- Cat Laser. Stingmon, still in the midair, shot spiking darts from his arms at WereGururumon -- the Moon Shooter.

All three attacks were combined, and hit the opponent at the same time. WereGururumon cried and then fell on the floor. The digimon trio got together again. However…

“Ugh… I… Won’t… Be… Beaten!!” the werewolf got from the ground, with some difficulty. It was by the power of rage that he was still moving. He roared very loud, making the Gomamon hide behind Hoshi’s leg.

“It didn’t work!?” BlackTailmon blinked, “B-But--”

“HOLY ARROW!!”

A very quick attack of light crossed the battlefield and hit the enemy, who now was growling of pain. When Eiji looked behind, he saw Angewomon and… 

“M-Mom!?”

Hikari was there, and she has a strange device in hands. Was it a digivice!? What could that mean!? Her kids didn’t care, and she hugged both kids.

“A-are you okay!?” Hikari asked, then looked at her digimon partner “Angewomon please finish this fight. And heal everyone else.”

“Right” the angelical humanoid digimon said, then flew in WereGururumon’s direction, executing the beautiful but powerful techique…

“Heaven’s Charm!!”

WereGururumon fainted, devolving back to Psychemon. Angewomon used her healing technique -- Saint Air -- to heal everyone’s wounds, including Psychemon’s.

“Mom, did you call an Angewomon to help?” Hoshi asked, “But what’s this… thing?”

“It’s a digivice” Hikari explained “And I guess we need to talk, now that you have digivices and digimon partners.”

“Huh?”

“So, let’s go big guy” the mysterious boy said, but Hikari stared at him.

“Who are you, and why were you fighting a digimon?”

“Me?” he looked back, then… “I’m Brave Tamer, and this digimon was attempting to hurt the digimon who escaped from Lupinmon’s troops. That’s all thanks bye!” and he ran away, with Greymon following him.

“Brave… Tamer?” Eiji and Hoshi repeated.

“So, that kid knows about something” Angewomon stated, she landed and returned to her lesser form, Tailmon. Stingmon also returned to Wormmon form.

“Meow?” BlackTailmon tilted her head “You can stay in this form too? How cool~”

“Yes I can,” Tailmon answered then went back and stood in front of Hikari and the children, “Hikari, should we tell Ken and Taichi about this?”

“Ken’s on a important mission,” she mused “Maybe we could tell Taichi first. Let’s go home kids. It’s a long story to be told.”

[awfully-sadistic]

Evidence

Kids are crafty. But they can also be blunt and honest. But Dot was grateful that her kids were perfect. As any mother could tell you, their kids were perfect too but Dot truly knew that hers were actually perfect.

But that didn’t mean they didn’t do bad things sometimes.

For example, the Daycare room in the Nursery wing of the Haus was absolutely splattered with a colorful combination of who-knows-what consisting of sticky, flour-y, and liquid constitution. It looked like little starbursts or fireworks in pattern, reminding Dot of a colorful addition to the wallpaper.

“Holy f--shoot, what the hell happened in here?”

Dot turned and came face to face with Nero. He was a tall hybrid that towered over her and had to often duck into the room in order to get inside. That wasn’t news as everyone who lived within the Haushold or visited it often had to duck into door frames. He also had a youthful punk appearance and sentry eyes that was currently looking around before he tacked on, “Where are the children?”

Nero often came down to the Nursery to help look after the children and interact with them. It was his only other “job” besides the demon hunting thing he does alongside his Uncle Dante. He often gave the rewards he had accumulated to Dot in order to spoil the kids with new toys or anything else the Nursery might need--which really wasn’t much considering the state of the Haus. However, Dot appreciated the sentiment no matter how many times she had to give his treasure back. She often told him it was enough he played with the children and if he wanted to bring them new toys, he was always welcomed to do it.

So Nero had started to come in with his arms filled with presents instead of raw gold like he had used to. It wasn’t any different to Christmas when Nero walked in the room with toys for the children.

His arms were full now and Dot had to reign in her smile because there was still the issue of the “make-over” the Nursery had undergone. She was in serious mode.

“That’s what I was wondering,” Dot said and then gestured to the nearest table. It was kiddie sized, of course, which meant it only reached their ankles. “you can go ahead and put those there. Maybe I can entice the babies out that way.”

Nero did as was suggested. Dot half-expected the clatter of kids’ toys to lure the children out but was surprised when not one little face peered around the corner to spy on what the big adults were doing.

“Huh.” she mused, looking around in perplexity. “I was sure that would have worked. And I know my babies.”

Nero had his head turned down to look at Dot then swept his gaze around the empty nursery again. The amount of splatter on the walls was staggering. He tipped his head back as he seemingly followed some sort of trail. 

“How’d it get on the ceiling?”

Dot sounded half-preoccupied as she responded deep in her thought process, “Little Laura has an arm on her. I think it was all the practice she got in throwing things at my brothers’ fat heads. But that’s if I thought the kids did this...”

Nero laughed but it cut off short as he took in Dot’s last statement. “So someone else is responsible?”

“Yep, has to be. I don’t think my babies can do Momma wrong like this.”

Nero’s hand landed on the small of Dot’s back and he leaned down low enough so that his head was level with Dot’s. He asked in a conspirator whisper, “Do you think whoever is responsible is still close?”

“For their sake, they better be across the world.” she whispered back. “But that still leaves me questioning where my babies are...”

It seemed Dot didn’t have to wait much further for that answer. There was a clamor of chattering and the echo of tiny children voices carried into the Nursery. Both Dot and Nero watched as Beau led in two rows of very well-behaved children who were holding hands; it was obvious they were using the buddy system and had been on a “field trip” somewhere. Beau looked like he was dressed as some kind of conductor. Trailing behind was Armand, taking in the rear and dressed as a female flight attendant.

Beau looked surprised as he spotted Dot and Nero and finally, the state of the Nursery. “Wow, did you guys redecorate?”

Dot hmm’d before saying, “Well, it wasn’t Beau. He’s honest to a fault.”

Armand’s mouth was open and he was looking around in amazement. That also struck him off Dot’s suspect list.

“Armand’s too innocent to do anything bad, ever.”

By then, the children had broken up and were surrounding Dot and Nero, excited to see them both and regaling them with their tiny adventures with Uncle Beau and Uncle Armand.

“We saw Africa!” Laura stated proudly, tugging on Dot’s shirt. Dot laughed, knowing that Beau and Armand couldn’t have possibly--she paused as she took in Armand’s outfit again.

“Wh-what?” she laughed nervously, hoping someone would elaborate. But Alma and Alessa held up two twin drawings of something that looked like the Eiffel tower and Big Ben done in crayon. She took both drawings and took a closer look at them, praising the girls for their jobs well done; it was simultaneously both the cutest and most frightening thing Dot could have received right then.

Surely... the children were not just flown across the world...

Nero had picked up Remy, peering down at a tiny little name tag stuck to the toddler’s chest. “You guys spelled Remy wrong.”

“What?!” Dot asked, looking over. “R-E-A---REAMY!?”

“What?!” Beau parroted, walking over to take a look for himself. He yanked it off Remy’s chest and crumpled it into a ball. “We didn’t spell anything. We took the kids to the museum to see culture and maybe some dinosaurs.”

Dot felt her heart rate slow as she released a breath, “Oh?” That explains... everything except Beau’s and Armand’s clothes. She felt she didn’t need an explanation for that at the moment, perhaps later, cause they did look to be the cutest damn things; after the children, of course. Now, with her assurances that the children didn’t just get zipped across the country but rather into town, she knelt and listened to each and every one who wanted to share something with her. 

For the moment, the state of the Nursery was forgotten. It was easy once a whole bunch of children were babbling on and on about the things they had seen, learned, and the stories they came up with their vast imaginations.

To her amazement, the group had been bigger with the addition of the ones who permanently resided in the Nursery. Consisting of the children who lived in town itself and occasionally visit the Haus, the Nursery had been the initial meeting spot. 

But Beau had explained that it was cleaned before they left. 

“Yeah, this is the strangest fu--flippin’ thing.” he said, looking around. “Who could have made this mess?”

Nero frowned deeply, “Could someone have infiltrated the Haus?”

Dot frowned even deeper. “...No. Impossible. The Nursery is the most protected area in the Estate. Someone would be able to break into the Main Haus first before getting to the Nursery if they can make it that far. It has to be someone from the Haus and when I find out, Momma’s not going to be happy.”

The girls, Alma, Alessa, and Laura, looked at each other, “Oooooooh.”

“Someone’s in trouble~” Laura said in her adorable sing-songy way. Dot pressed a kiss to her forehead before replying, “Yep, you’re absolutely right, angelface.”

Alma and Alessa giggled. 

“We can help, Mommy.” Alessa said in a good-girl way with horrible, scary implications behind that innocent appearance.

Alma simply smiled behind her wealth of hair. It was enough to make Beau shudder and laugh nervously. He was glad HE wasn’t the one in trouble. Dot tickled Alessa’s cheek and then gave them both a kiss for their offer. She had to admit, it was tantalizing. It was tickling something in her own sadistic streak but she wanted to deal with it herself. Perhaps if she felt whoever was responsible needed the extra punishment, she would enlist the girls’ to give them awful nightmares or something. 

But first, she was going to hunt them down and make them clean up the Nursery. If she was in a good mood, she might give them cleaning supplies.

“Thank you, babies, but that’s alright. Uncle Nero brought you guys some toys. Why don’t you play with those.”

That was able to take the children’s attention away as they turned on Nero, all smiles and gasping wonderment. Nero was great with children; he loved them and was amazingly, one of the few people Laura had not kicked or “tortured” for getting too close to her Mommies. Very much like Dot, he put the children first. There was alot to ask about why he felt strongly about the children but the opportunity hadn’t come up. It wasn’t that dire to know or so Dot figured. As long as the children were taken care of and weren’t mishandled, she wasn’t going to ask WHY he loved children. It was obvious why anyone loved children--it was weird why people DIDN’T.

“Yo! They’re in here!” A new voice shouted from the doorway and Dot looked up in surprise to see Dillon. It put a smile on her face which immediately dropped as soon as Jax entered.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” she asked, of course meaning Jax.

“wHaT tHe hElL aRe YoU dOiNg HeRe?” he parroted in that annoying... little brother way.

“Oi, that ain’t why we’re here, Jax.” Dil nudged his partner-in-crime directly in the ribs. Dot was watching the exchange with skepticism mainly because Jax was involved. Dil, while far from being able to do anything wrong, was still a troublemaker in his own right; with Brothers like Ewan and Vaughn and a raised setting like the ClubHaus, it was inevitable. He’d become a hellion in his own right. But when paired with Jax, those two... often went on rampages that put the whole Haushold through hell in their wake. From annoying the older Alphas to flipping off the Haus roofs and doing “stunts” and experiments that often find themselves going viral, they were prone to doing just about anything ridiculously fucking stupid together. In fact, the two had looked like they had been up to something right now. Both were caked in colorful splatter--

It was at that moment Dot put two and two together and something clicked in her head.

“JAX, DID YOU FUCK UP THE NURSERY--”

“YOU HAVE NO PROOF!”

“YOU’RE COVERED IN IT, YOU FUCKING MOON MOON OF THE SEA--”

“THEN WHY DID YOU ASK!?” a pause and then--

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?”

Nero, Beau, and Armand had to escort the children away from the Nursery with their new toys because as much as people try not to curse around the children, it... still happens. It might be a moot point moving them at all considering who the children happen to be but it was still practiced around the Haus. Especially when things were about to get violent, they often wanted to “spare” the children the sight.

“Awww, come on. I want to see Mommy kick his butt!” Laura softly whined, trying to peer around the door.

“Don’t worry, we’ll see the aftermath,” Nero grinned. And if it’s any indication of the Nursery, it was going to be messier.