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lovee-infected · 4 years ago

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I know this so soon, especially after posting it. But may ask for part two for Ciel in Twisted wonderland?

Of course you can ! Thank you all guys for your great support on last part ! Hope you enjoy this ♥

Part one : Ciel In Twisted Wonderland

Sebastian in twisted wonderland

This demon...his not existing heart stops when he goes to wake the young master up but finds the bed empty . There is no way of him getting kidnapped , not a single soul could do it so silently and carefully to hide from his sight . It surely isn't with Ciel running away himself either because 1) He was nothing more than a weak child when it came to serious actions on his his own and 2) He knew that Sebastian would find him anyway and eat his soul in terms of acting against their contract

But if no human was here last night to kidnap or help him run away , then who could it be ?

Sebastian doesn't't care to receive any direct answers , after all his demonic powers are far greater than this and he can sense Ciel's soul somewhere out there , he's still alive

Takes him an afternoon to search each and every spot of London , two days for the whole country and 5 days until Sebastian searches every place on earth that he could've found Ciel on , to find nothing . This only had one meaning :

Not on earth yet still alive . Ciel is on another dimension and Sebastian is coming for him . Takes Sebastian some time searching possible options between different dimensions , but once he finds twisted wonderland , he is fascinated by how easy he could enter ; perhaps something about this place has the same energy to a demon

Night Raven College ; what a great spot to begin with . He now can smell Ciel's soul through the air and knows that he's Nothing more than a few meters away : Problem solved !

He can go pick Ciel up and right away and by the next morning , he'll be simple the butler he always is , serving some earl gray tea together with almond and chocolate cake . But doesn't it sound a bit too unfair...? Even demons need entertainment sometimes ; also this new world seems to be pretty interesting to him and he doesn't mind playing around for just a while

Crowley still hasn't get over why or where Ciel came from and now , a second one arrives out of nowhere ?? He looks too old to be a student but then what is he doing here ? Oh man...Birdy man would surely need a loooong vacation after this issue is solved...

Since Crowley is the first to arrive at him , Sebastian doesn't bother asking him where his little , tiny master is . Dark gray-blue hair and a blindfold on his right eye - enough to address

Crowley can't be any happier than someone finally came to take that disaster away , but then worries for a second : Does this butler know how to make a return to another world...?

Sebastian decides to leave answering this question to Crowley's imagination , and goes after Ciel as his first priority is

Ciel and Grim are having another late night argument when Sebastian arrives . In a blink of an eye , Sebastian grabs both of them and brings them up to stop them from making all these noise

"A cat...?" Oh ? Young master really can't take cats , right ? How pathetic for real , even a demon like him can't resist hugging such a cute and fluffy creature . And it talks ? Whoa this world is really something

Sebastian let's go of both of them and it's time for Ciel to freeze again : He finally came

Ciel asks if it's really him and Sebastian is low-key entertained to see Ciel actually missing him . He offers him a hug saying that's what humans do when meeting each other after a long time , but all Ciel gives him is a slap . Where the hell was he all this time ??! It's been weeks since Ciel had disappeared and he was giving up on him ever coming

MC is terrified by Ciel's ear scratching shouts thinking that it's just Grim and him arguing again . They quickly come out to separate them before it gets worse but instead , faces a very tall , handsome man holding Grim with his arms with half of his face as red a tomato , exactly like when Eliza slapped all guys . And Ciel is shouting at him yet he's this calm smiling and doing nothing ? Nonsense...

Just as MC is watching , Sebastian recognizes someone nearby and is stunned to see MC : Another human ? What a strange coincidence... . MC on the other hand has more things to worry about : Who is this man and what does he have to do with Ciel ? They hadn't ever seen him before and his clothing is more similar to a servant than a part of school's staff or something... To be honest , there's one more thing that seems odd about him : He seems too familiar

Sebastian notices MC's confusion and thinks that maybe he's heard enough of Ciel's naggings ; in a few minutes , the whole bunch is chilling and having tea inside the Ramshackle dorm , Sebastian made the tea of course

MC doesn't know how to feel , but since he is supposedly Ciel's servant , they decide to trust him . Grim on the other hand is really interested in this dude showing up : Not only did he shut the half blind brat's mouth but he also seems to be pretty strong and chill . He says that he likes cats as well...man of culture

Ciel doesn't get why Sebastian is slowing down again , why don't they return immediately ? It's already taken him too long and staying here much longer would be nothing but a waste . Although Sebastian can make a return to London it withing a second , he tells his master that he needs to take care of an business for sometime here , and he doesn't lie ( He needs to have some time to chill even as a demon and also , extra information never does any harm ) He insures Ciel that no threat would come close to him now that he's here , so then Ciel finally agrees , but he also clarifies that he's already being chased by a considerable majority of this school ( in other words : He is in a great trouble) and Sebastian promises to protect him by all means ; just as always

Ciel is still forced to attend classes because : 1) Sebastian told him it's good to learn possibly useful lessons belonging to a world of magic 2) Sebastian is lurking around all day and taking care of Ciel's current issues so he would be on his own if he stays at Ramshackle dorm

Sebastian has learned enough through Ciel's stories to know what he must do first , so here he is : The mostrolounge

The infamous tweels are a bit fascinated , yet interested to greet this unexpected guest of them , and when Sebastian asks for where he can find their manager , they gladly lead him to Azul's office and then , Sebastian asks them to leave the two of them alone . No one knows what happened in those 26 minutes but Azul came out putting a hand on Sebastian's shoulder , snickering and saying it's good to see this misunderstanding solved . Sebastian agrees with a bright smile , wishes them all a nice business day and leaves. Floyd and Jade don't ask what they talked about and Azul probably wouldn't answer if they did ; but let's just say that Azul doesn't say a word for the rest of the day and his sweaty face and shakey hands , kinda explain why

Well then , another problem solved , now Sebastian wants to get to know these creatures better . Must of them look like humans but with more advantages , interesting

He likes : Grim ( A talking cat ? How can Sebastian resist ? ) Riddle ( Low-key having Ciel's spirits , but in a mature way ) , Ace and Deuce ( Children these days... still fun to tease though ) , Trey Clover ( Perhaps the picture of a high-key good servant ) , Jade and Floyd ( Beside looking a lot alike , they get along pretty well . The calm yet mysterious Jade opposing the cheerful but frightening Floyd , these two would be what Sebastian can call his perfect mutuals , Ruggie Bucchi ( The forced servant of an unworthy master , he couldn't relate anymore ) , Jamil Viper ( The underestimated yet , intelligent and talented servant . Taking advantage of someone who took away all his changes to shine seems pretty fair to Sebastian , he can see the day Jamil would be an almighty ruler of his own ) , Rook Hunt ( Born to be a hunter , his spirits are appreciative ) , Malleus Draconia ( Dark and Mysteriously powerful , don't these sound similar to what Sebastian is...? He can say it for sure that Malleus as well has noticed Sebastian's unusual aura ) , Lilia Vanrouge ( Ah ~ old souls , golden thoughts , right ? It's been a. while since Sebastian could see someone understanding these benefits of living for centuries )

He dislikes : Cater ( Acts sassy , sneaks quietly . What a smart and annoying guy ) , Azul Ashengrotto ( Big words coming from an emotional child , he acts tough but he has no idea how much more he has to learn to become a real contracter... ) , Leona Kingscholar ( Pittyful and helpless , bullying others may make him feel powerful , but eill never change the fact that he'll never ever be a king ) , Kalim al Asim ( He stole Jamil all he should've had , just because of money. One day this foolish child will pay for it ) , Vil Schoenheit ( Why wasting your all on beauty ? He could be anything , way greater than the pathetic man he now is . Yet he wastes his all for something this shortlasting and worthless...You will get old one day , and all your beauty would be left behind before you step into your own grave) , Idia Shroud ( A loser keeping his pain inside ; just like Gregory Violet . He may be smart , but is still a trash if he's going to continue to be this weak) , Sebek Zigvolt ( Poor bastard , he doesn't even know that the master he worships doesn't even need him . One day he'll break down realizing the fact that he did him no good else than wasting his time by worthless praises of a fanboy )

His stay may be short , but he's taking the best advantage of it . Aside all these new creatures he met , some experiences are pure gold and will never be repeated in his long lasting life

Who knew that one day Sebastian would get to play card games with a cat and lose ? Well, this one's an experienced cat he can say . Grim even suggests them going to Staff's department and steal one of Crewel's expensive bottles of Vodka ( Ace had told that his cousin and his batch once did it and that was just- Ah . A newer level of being drunk had been approached ) Sebastian doesn't drink and doesn't get why a cat might want to drink either , but does it anyway . Grim happily goes on and takes a larg sip then , almost sets the whole dorm in fire just by one belch ( Alcohol + Fire = 💥) When MC understands that he was drunk , they want to kill Sebastian and Grim together . What if the fire exploded inside his body and made him explode !!!????? He would've been an exploded over-cooked cat . He gets sick afterwards and Sebastian goes to learn some vet tips , he nurses Grim although MC is still mad

Grim isn't his only new mutual , not while tweels are around . Sebastian is fascinated to see that they are interested in getting to know him just as he is ; these three seem to greatly get along . While poor Azul gets overly pale and quiet whenever Sebastian is around , tweels don't mind bringing him along almost anywhere . He learns them some beneficial tips and recipes for enormous drinks and desserts , they are truly amazed . They could've offered him to work in mostrolounge but it's clear that Sebastian has way higher classes than a normal school cafe , so it's better to let him lead them with his skills instead . Other than that , they really enjoy talking ; Floyd agrees that he looks pretty similar to a dragonfish , but still goes on calling him Sebastian .( He only calls Azul and Jade by their name else than that) . Floyd looks high-key similar to Grell when he laughs , but in contrast to him , Sebastian doesn't find this one annoying . They all look pretty similar and when others see them hanging around , rumors of Sebastian being a brother or relative of them starts getting spread . Honestly many even though that he was just Jade with dyed her and contact lenses when they saw him . Sebastian is really enjoying himself in this three person gang but sadly he doesn't have much time for it, there are other stuff he has to take care off...

The reason he doesn't go after Leona and Vil although they as well are known fir having problems with Ciel is obvious : They can do nothing . Once Leona and Sebastian get in a fight and Sebastian doesn't mind kicking his ass to the ground , children these days really do need to learn to behave . May seem funny , but to be honest , Sebastian has seen this amount of anger just once before and that would be with lady Elizabeth , she would've been a better leader than this guy though - Same goes for Vil , when he sees Rook getting s bit annoying as their stalker he writes a letter to the Pomefiore dorm , blaming him for being a thoughtless leader who wastes all his time and effort on his mortal beauty . No need to say how Vil reacts reading his letter or why he sets up a big fire to burn something afterwards...

Sebastian is almost done here now , he's seen enough and gained enough of enemies as well ; not that they are a bother but they are kinda annoying ... The only unsolved question is with the headmaster ; what is he hiding ? He made the same mistake with Undertaker and underestimated him ; he isn't going to make the same mistake twice . He knows that whatever he's hiding is related to MC , who comes from the same world as Ciel , just a different time . Sebastian could be the one saving them from this world but he knows that this won't be the right thing to do . MC's problems have nothing to do with him and also , leaving the whole school alone without their hero would be a mistake . No need to mention that Grim as well will need a friend when he wakes up and finds Sebastian gone...

This night is terrifying : Savanaclaw and Pomefiore dorms have taken serious action toward Ciel and Sebastian . Sebastian doesn't get to say goodbye to neither tweels nor MC and Grim , he just quickly picks Ciel up and runs toward the School building , no need to take this mess to where MC lives for now

Angry shouts and shooting magic balls all around , Sebastian chases them all just just as he always does . The terrified Ciel who is laying between his arms asks him what they're going to do . Sebastian gives him a comforting smile

" Just close your eyes , young master..."

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Ciel calls for Sebastian several times , heart still beating heavily . He screams his name and wakes up : at his bed . Wait...was it all a dream...?

He hears a knock at his door and then Sebastian comes in , asking if he's alright . Ciel tells him that he doesn't remember anything from last night after closing his eyes and how they ran off - Sebastian just gazes at him with a confused look . He apologizes for not knowing what Ciel is talking about , but says thst from what he knows , Ciel was really tired last night after spending all day listening to lady Elizabeth's thoughts on mixing fairytales with Alice in wonderland's classic . Now that makes sense... Sebastian offers him to go to a doctor if he's feeling any sick , but Ciel says that it's no need for that . It was all a dream but...a strange one for sure

A few minutes later , Ciel is having black forest cake and green tea , something he missed eating on his dream . When Ciel asks him if they're having tuna fish for lunch Sebastian smirks under lips . Then excuses himself and leaves . Poor Grim , he would've loved this food . While he is waiting for the fish to get boiled at the kitchen , he looks at the Vodka bottle with 1/4 of it empty , he wants to try drinking a bit someday . Little Ciel doesn't need to know whether it all was a dream or not , after all even with knowing it a human can do nothing but to think of it over and over ; which is useless . This experience would be a reality to him and a dream to Ciel but they have something in common : They'll never ever forget it

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madam-miss-fortune · 4 years ago

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Albus Dumbledore.

Like, I get where the man is coming from, but seriously, jeez, most of the things he does borders on psychopathy. He literally has 17.5/20 on a test I found. It's pathetic, honestly. Now, for the reasons....

At the beginning of PS, he left a baby on a doorstep in November in nothing more than a basket and note to tell his aunt that her sister is dead and that she now has to take care of her sister's child who just saw his parents get murdered. Also, I'm, like, 98% certain that Dumbledore knew exactly what sort of person Petunia was, and not just because McGonagall told him that the Dursleys were "the worst sort of muggles imaginable."

And the letters. Like, I know they're automatically addressed, but, that many letters couldn't possibly be sent. Dumbledore did that on fucking purpose.

And about Mrs Figg... Surely she saw Harry working like a house-elf. He was so thin and he always worked so much. So when he did some painting or gardening for hours she should have noticed. And she did, clearly.

And sending Hagrid to get Harry? Seriously?! That man is a bumbling fool (He's great, but still) that hasn't even completed his education!

And the whole Hagrid getting the stone from Gringotts thing... That's obviously a setup.

And when Hagrid stopped Harry from getting a book on hexes to use on Dudley? Well...looks like someone didn't want their weapon to be knowledgeable...

And first year.... Well... That's a shitshow.

First, there was the Weasleys at Kings Cross and Ron... He said that there was no more room on the train. Liar. It was a magical train. And he could have sat with his siblings.

Now, I don't think that was outright malicious of the Weasleys. Course not. But it was likely that Dumbledore asked them to befriend Harry. Probably to make sure he was a Gryffindor. And Light. He didn't want another Tom Riddle.

And as for the troll, surely there would be creature repelling wards on Hogwarts, or else the creatures in the forest would be coming in nearly all the time! Dumbledore must have wanted that to happen for Harry and Ron to befriend Hermione, so Harry wouldn't want to research and study things himself.

And the trials at the end, those were easy. A first year did them! And surely Snape knew better than providing the antidote and a way to escape during his riddle. Idiot.

Also, what are the odds that a staircase could send Harry and Co right to the third floor corridor? Hmm? And Dumbledore telling everyone that the corridor was forbidden is like asking the group of reckless teenagers (Gryffindors) to go there.

And showing down with Voldemort... Well, that was just no...

Dumbledore didn't react like a normal adult when finding out that an 11-year-old boy faced down with the terrorist who killed his parents and then killed one of his teachers. Harry should have gotten therapy!

And surely Pomfrey, or anyone, could have seen that Harry was malnourished. Neither one of his parents were that small, and his ribs could clearly be seen! He could barely eat right!

And second year...surely Dumbledore knew then that Harry was abused? There were bars on his window and the Weasleys had to rescue him. They clearly spoke about how he was treated!

And what with the whole Chamber of Secrets thing... Dumbledore was over a century old and the Chamber was already opened once. And he probably had an idea of where it was, what with Myrtle and all. He knew damn well where and what the basilisk was.

And really, couldn't they buy mandrakes from someone else instead of waiting for theirs to grow? We're talking about comatose children here!

And Dumbledore knew damn well about Lockhart. That man was a clear fraud and the fact that he didn't fire him was clear negligence at best and maliciousness at worst.

And Snape too. That man didn't teach a thing! He bullied everyone he was Neville's worst fear! Take that in, Nev's worst fear was not Bellatrix (the woman who tortured his parents into insanity), but his teacher instead.

And letting Harry go into the Chamber? Only giving him a sword and a bird? Pathetic. And it was not "Harry's loyalty to Dumbledore" either. That's pure Albus Dumbledick™ bullshit.

And third year... All I'll say is that Dumbledore either knew Sirius was innocent or he wanted him to stay away from Harry. He was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot! He was able to call for a trial for a man who never got one if there was new evidence to be found. Just use Veritaserum, memories, and witnesses you dick.

Fourth year. That was less fabricated by Dumbledore, but surely he could have helped Harry in the tasks? All the other headmasters did. And yeah, I guess it wasn't fair with Cedric and all, but at least he could have arranged for extra lessons. Harry was only 14 and competing in a death match!

And during the end, Harry was clearly weakened and hurt, and Dumbledore still made him tell exactly what happened instead of immediately sending a clearly traumatized boy to Pomfrey.

And fifth year... The idea that Dumbledore thought Harry was possessed was bullshit. And an excuse to keep things from Harry.

That whole year was a bunch of bullshit. Dumbledore and McGonagall knew damn well what Umbridge was doing. It's why Minnie stopped Harry from finishing his sentence and telling her. She already knew.

The Occlumency lessons were bullshit as well. Snape didn't teach Harry a thing. All he did was rape his mind and that was it. It likely opened Harry's mind to Voldemort even more.

And about the prophecy, Dumbledore really went to great lengths to keep it hidden from Harry. For years.

It's simply pathetic.

And sixth year... Dumbledore didn't even properly train Harry! He barely knew how to fight! And Hogwarts's education was mediocre at best. Harry had no chance to defeat Voldemort in a duel.

And asking Harry to get Slughorn's memory was a stupid idea. Dumbledore could easily have gotten it himself instead of asking a teenager to do it.

And he didn't tell Harry he was going to die either! Why?!

And making him go on a Horcrux hunt was stupid, too. The Golden Trio were just kids!

That's about all I know, for the moment. Though there was also the time where Harry was a horcrux and Dumbledore planned his death ever since he was a baby.

He was just a boy! Dumbledork had no right!

And yeah, that's about it. Dumbledore is a manipulative, psychopathic bastard. There's a reason I bash the man. Kinda.

Yikes. This is long. It says a lot about Dumbledore's character though. And I didn't even speak about anything before the series.

Screw you, Dumbles.

💩 ~ a hater

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mushyjellybeans · 5 years ago

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AHHHHH so like I love you obviously with my whole heart. Part 2 of another time????????????????

I love you too with my whole heart 😭😭💜💜💜

Another Time Part 2

a/n: so uhhh I kinda rambled on and on here huh? 😂 I'm writing from my phone too so I can't insert a read more line *sighs* this definitely isn't a drabble!

Bucky wasted no time getting down to the garage and mounting his precious Harley bike, ignoring the constant calls of his name from the trio responsible for your departure.

Bucky didn't like bullies, he thought they were cowards and pathetic.

He kicked the kickstand up with his boot after opening the garage doors and set off to the location Friday had kindly sent him.

You didn't go too far, you were in the city with your backpack looking for a hotel for the night. You wanted nothing more than to be accepted by the whole team, but when you're bullied not by one, or two but three of them, it really takes a toll on your mental health. Degrading thoughts about yourself were eating their way in your brain. Was there something about you that made you an easy target?

You sauntered into a nearby cafe, ordering a large latte with a muffin and sat down on one of the tables in the corner by the window, onlooking the crowds of people walking past going about their daily business. You often felt a pang of jealously - living your life like them, getting a job to pay your rent and bills.

The waitress breaks your crazy daydream and puts your order down in front of you.

You quickly get stuck in to the muffin, sugaring your coffee as your chewing the delicious chocolate cake.

The bell above the cafe doll dings and a set of heavy footsteps echo through the tiny space.

"Welcome sir, can I get you anyth-" the waitress asks, Bucky puts his hand up to stop her talking any further when he spots your form in the corner, with chocolate crumbs on your chin, stirring your hot drink.

You were still close to the compound, making his job of finding you that much easier and thanks to Fridays consistent help, he knew exactly where you were.

He quietens his steps walking over to your table and pulls a chair out. Screeching it across the tiled floor.

"It's take... Bucky?" You begin to say, looking up at the man with his black leather jacket, and his cap on backwards with his blue tinted sunglasses, noticing who it was instantly. "How the hell did you find me? And so quickly? Did you fly here?" You ask at once.

Bucky shakes his head. And sits down opposite you anyway, removing his sunglasses and putting them down next to him, resting his forearms on the table in front of him and interlacing his fingers together.

You take a long sip of your hot coffee, your mouth and throat feeling unusually dry all of a sudden.

"Your phone has GPS tracking and Friday assisted me." He says casually, "I wanted to find ya doll. Didn't wanna leave you in this big city by yourself." He smiles slightly, his intense gaze is making you feel hot.

"You didn't have to. I don't know what I did wrong."

"Y/N..." He reaches for your hand, and holds it firmly in his. "You did absolutely nothing wrong. They are a bunch of pathetic idiots and they will be very sorry for how they've treated you. I guarantee you that. Look, just come back with me tonight and I promise-"

"No." You shake your head firmly. "I just want one night away from that place." You lock eyes and he nods his head understanding.

"Alright. I know a place. Drink up." He smiles, apprehensive about what he has planned.

It took you a lot of convincing to get on the back of his bike, but once you did you never felt so much freedom from the wind blowing in your face and the sun beating down on you. It's the most free you've felt since you joined the avengers.

Bucky didn't tell you where he was taking you, he just asked you to trust him that he would never endanger you and he was probably the only person you trusted with your life. But you could tell he was riding you out of the city and that made you excited.

He rode up a long dirt path, a cabin in the distance and you gasp at the large lake surrounding it. He stopped his bike, kicking his kickstand down and hopping off. He helped you off since your legs were so wobbly and you were awestruck at the gorgeous scenery.

"What is this place?" You ask looking around. Just the sounds of birds chirping, and the ripples of the water.

"It's my cabin. I come here when I need a break." He says shyly. "C'mon, let me show you 'round doll." He takes your hand in his pulling you towards the door, he unlocks it and let's you in.

The inside is just as gorgeous as the outside, decorated completely to Bucky's style. He has an old vintage record player in the corner of the room with a stack of vinyls, a bookshelf on the other side full of old vintage books.

"It's gorgeous Buck."

"Stay for as long as you want." He smiles. His eyes glistening as he looks at you. "lemme give you a tour." He breaks the silence, showing you around his one bedroom cabin.

You're outside sitting on the swing seat that's overlooking the lake, watching the sunset with a cold beer in your hand when the screen slams shut behind you, turning your head to look over your shoulder slightly you smile as the super soldier walks towards the swing, also with a cold beer.

He takes a seat next to you - the hinges groaning under his weight, causing a small chuckle to escape from your lips. Bucky smiles at the adorable sound.

"Thank you for trusting me enough to have me Buck."

Bucky takes a swig of his beer, turning his head towards you as his feet press against the ground swinging you both slightly.

"They'll never say or do anything to you again for as long as I'm around doll." You nod your head appreciating the protection from him.

"You know. In another time, another dimension I'd never want to leave here." You say sadly, watching the orange sky in awe.

"So don't. Stay here with me." Bucky whispers.

"What?"

He chuckles nervously, "I really wanna retire. I'm old doll, I'm tired of war. Wanna settle down, maybe have some kids, y'know?"

"I don't know what to say to that." You giggle nervously, not expecting the conversation to turn out like this.

"I really like ya doll. I was more than ready to rip some heads off earlier." He grins.

You and Bucky stayed quiet on the seat, his words sinking in. Retiring and living out here with Bucky didn't seem like a bad idea, after all you were ready to leave it behind just hours ago. But it's his words about having children that really threw you off and he said he liked you? No no, he really liked you. Did he really see a future like that with you?

For Bucky, he absolutely did. He's never found the right time to express his feelings for you, that's why he always feels the need to protect you, and stand up for you when he knows you won't because you're too nice.

He vowed from this day forward to protect you from the world.

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honestsycrets · 6 years ago

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Irreplaceable PXVI: My Mother’s Choice

See my masterlist for the rest of the series.

A/N: An update to Irreplaceable! Gif Credit to IvarAddict

Uxi nurses a fat welt on his cheek and blood that spills down his cracked nose. Blood down his lip as he sat on a rock brooding with Veifnr at his side. He had been in another fight and Kitta had yet become aware to it. Once his second mother was, he was sure that she would come lecture him about picking fights if he could not end them. He had to train… for you, for his mother. The public may have put on a good face when you were around, but he knew what they really thought about you. They were a bunch of fucking rats.

“Fuck, look at her ass!”

That fight resulted in a punch to the cheek.

“Your mother gave birth to a monster HAHAHA!”

That fight resulted in a punch to his stomach.

“Your father can do whatever he wants to her.”

That fight resulted in the swelling under his eye, purple and hot.

“She’s just there to brew babies, you know.”

And that fight? It resulted in his broken nose.

His mother wasn’t a womb. Rape was unacceptable here. So why was it acceptable if women married? He spat off to the side, meddled with blood and clear fluid while Veifnr walks back and forth in front of him. He was mute. He wouldn’t speak to him but in his eyes, he knew that he was asking: Are you okay?

But he wasn’t. He really wasn’t. He felt hopeless like a pathetic son. He heard his mother in physical anguish the past year— and overheard his other mother Kitta and mother speaking. Father had forced himself on his beautiful mother. He was old enough to know what it meant. He forced her to have another baby. It sickened him.

But overwhelmingly? He was just angry. So blindingly angry that he didn’t know what to do with it. His mother was in pain– and he could do nothing for her. What kind of man would he grow to be if he couldn’t take care of his own mother!

Now he hadn’t seen her in a week. He knew she was okay but he heard her sobbing… and his brother shrilling so loud that it buckled the Great Hall. No one was drinking in there lately. He strolls back to his home when he hears it— and sees it. Veifnr and he sneak behind the dividing wall of their mother’s room where father and mother were. He clutches his little brother close against his bloody brown tunic.

“He can’t breathe. He can’t sleep. He can’t even eat without you holding him upright!” His mother is sobbing again, the tails of her skirts drifting side to side. She was walking like she did when she was scared or didn’t want to talk to him. He saw his father’s legs dangling in a chair as he bent low as to not be detected.

“But I love him.” She sobs. “I can’t… I can’t.”

“He will die painfully. He will smother to death.” His father says. “We have to do it.”

“Your mother wouldn’t let Ragnar kill you. Now you want me to do the same?” Mother supplies, finding that Ivar is momentarily silent. Uxi realizes what father means quickly. The village people set babies out for the animals, chopped off their heads or dealt with them in other ways. His father wanted to do the same to his innocent little brother.

“I was different. I could eat. I could breathe.” His father’s voice is a hush whisper and his poor mother— she’s exhausted. He can hear it the way she sobs harder, now stopping in front of Ivar as she takes a weak and wavering breath.

“But… I don’t want to let him go. He’s my son.” She sobs and little Uxi; so enraged by his mother’s sobs bursts into the room. Veifnr doddles after him, the young little thing watching silently as Uxi’s leather boots storm over to where Ivar and you spoke.

“Leave her alone!”

You whip around to find your son shoving himself in with Veifnr by his side. Your arms were full with the nameless boy. Swaying to sit upright, Ivar’s eyes catches Uxi’s own electric eyes. They dance with rage like Thor’s beating hammer as he stands in front of you, hands outstretching to push you back behind him. Almost as if he thought he needs to protect you from his father.

“My love… I’m okay.” You try to curve him but your stubborn son won’t have it. He won’t have any of this bullying talk. How you raised a son so independent amazes you. When he loves, he loves with a love that is so hard.

“You’re nothing but a coward!” Uxi bursts out. “Leave my brother alone!”

You could have curled in on yourself. As you look to Ivar’s hooded blue eyes, you realize that Ivar is bewildered. Uxi has never done this before. Usually he is quiet, faithfully believing in his father. Your heart falls in your stomach when Ivar stands up with crutch in hand. He hobbles over to his eldest; chubby cheeked but otherwise slender. He leans in while you held Veifnr’s hand fearfully. Would he hit Uxi?

“Come see.” Ivar says, motioning for you to kneel. You slip onto the ground in your creamy gown, arms full of your newest son. You unpeel the warm furs away from the little boy, whose legs are bowed and worthless to see. His chest rises and drops harshly as if he is having trouble breathing— even when he is quiet now, he will scream from the pain shooting down his legs later. Uxi looks over his gentle face, sleeping in his mother’s arms despite the yelling between Ivar and you. He must have been exhausted.

“Your brother can’t breathe Uxi. He is in pain.” Ivar sighs. As you heard, Ivar was in pain too before a man called Harbard came to Kattegat. You wish he would come for your son. You would do anything for someone to alleviate his pain. Even if it meant selling yourself out to another man at this point.

“But…” Uxi looks over his chest. His father was right… but to know that his mother was so distressed? It broke his heart. “Mother should choose since you gave her no choice!”

As if the decision wasn’t hard enough already without Uxi looking at his father in a new light. Not the marvel, but the hate. At only eight years of age, too. You stand up, pushing the baby’s dark hair from his forehead. You knew it was selfish; but you couldn’t let him go.

“What should we call him?” You look to your husband. As the father, he had rights to name all the children just as he had Uxi. But when you give him his son, Ivar looks nothing short of lost. He had yet to give this boy a name or his rights as a Ivarsson. He had to do so soon. The people of Kattegat were beginning to speak as to why Ivar wouldn’t claim this son as his. After all, cripple legs made it hard to deny that the boy was his. He can’t bear name a son that he cursed.

“Uxi. You name him.” Ivar looks to Uxi. The older of the brothers, he had protected his brother from Ivar’s mercy kill. Me? Uxi looks to you. You nod, kneeling beside Ivar and leaning over his lap to look at the little boy.

“Avaldr.” He says. A name that he knew meant both awe, terror and mighty one. It’s a strong name and in a way, that is what this little boy needs. Something to set him apart. You smile to your oldest and most bullheaded son, extending your hands out to embrace him.

That starts to sound like a very handsome name to you.

Sometimes– things happen that you aren’t prepared for: like the arrival of this strange, wild looking old man.

“This is my wife, (Y/N).” Your husband’s hand is about your waist. You cling onto your son, a forced smile on your lips standing behind Uxi and Veifnr. This man was bizarre. The way he hovers lowly, fingers twiddling as if there are stars in front of his eyes and the way that he giggles as he flickers his fingers most excitedly against Veifnr’s nose. He kneels before your boys.

“And what is his name?” The strange man asks. Veifnr’s fingers come without fear to the runes that curl in a strip along his shaved head.

“Veifnr.”

Another giggle and the man looks delightfully at Veifnr. “Why he doesn’t have your eyes. Or yours. What a lucky boy.” He points out. You’re not entirely sure who the hell he is to tell you that. Kitta comes to join the rest of your tiny family.

“Hello Floki.” She says. Floki pulls back from Veifnr, arching as he looks at the reigning queen. They’ve met before. You can tell by the look over his face. Distaste.

“Kitta. You’re still here.” Floki says swaying.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be?” The Queen says.

Floki doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes. Now come with Floki.” He motions to Veifnr, showing him his swift boat. Veifnr wordlessly doddles after and despite how worried you are, you let him go. You’ve never seen your little boy so excited. He makes soft little huffs of excitement, hands squeezing and releasing as Floki loads him onto his lone one man boat.

“He’ll be safe with Floki.” Ivar leads you closer. Floki had come to see Ivar after word spread of how the son came to fruition. How his two wives fought over another king and the anger that snapped Ivar into two. He seems pulled together now– but colder. Floki took Veifnr cuts through the waters, showing him bits and pieces of his boat while the boy followed him with nothing short of delight. Eventually they came back ashore and your little boy would bounce to the edge of the boat. You wave to him as he giggles richly and waves back to you from on top of the boat.

“Ma! The boat!” He says– and your face snaps to Ivar. Six years later, you finally have the first words from your son. Ivar doesn’t both to restrict the small smile pulling his lips as Floki and Veifnr drop to the planks of wood that you all stand on.

“Let us see.” Floki flickers his fingers as you hand him Avaldr. His breathing was still harsh and raspy, even months later. It is clear that it isn’t getting better. You gingerly hand off your son to him. Floki examines the boy in your arms. His face is mixed in emotion– but the worst of it is the kohl on his eyes that accentuate those blown wide pupils, eyes shifting to Ivar.

“He looks like Gyda.”

“We are keeping him?” Kitta stands over the little boy in the bassinet. He has his sharp blue eyes open, staring at the ceiling while taking rasping breaths. You came to Kitta’s side, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead.

“Yes, I am.” You answer.

The Queen hums in acknowledgement. “He is cute.” She says as she walks around the room. Kitta has been strange as of late. Quiet and pensive, less prone to outbursts. You knew that once the newness of Avaldr wears off, she will be back to yelling at you.

“He took you instead that night.” She inevitably says. “Why is that?”

He meant the night that Avaldr was conceived. The night that Ivar made you take his seed and the night that no one questioned him for. Why? Because he was your husband. If you had been courting or friends, it would have been different. Everyone would look to crucify Ivar. Instead, no one was… especially not when they found out how you lacked to see to Ivar’s sexual appetite for you.

You should have known better than to tell the gods you would not have an Ivarsson. They had a cruel manner of showing you that they chose who gave birth to who. You walk back to finish caring after your bed linen– a bed that was cold without Ivar there. He became distant. Too ashamed to see you, too sorry to convince himself to lay in your bed. It served him right. You hope the gods followed his conscious for what happened to Avaldr. He needed to learn that he could not do this. Not to you, not to anyone.

“He wants to own me. Just like you want to own him.” You say, tucking a snowy fur Sverri gave you neatly against the bed. It was exceptionally warm when Avaldr and you cuddle late at night. Kitta stops at your words-- knowing that yes, you knew. You rise up to stand straight as she crosses the furs to look down into your eyes.

“You don’t understand.” She says. “He is mine. And what his is mine– the boys and you.”

She thinks you want to fight over your husband now? After what he had done? You flick your fingers against her cleavage to push her back, finding an annoyed frown on your lips. Kitta wanted to keep you under her fingers. To enjoy your body, to have your body give her the children she could not and keep you in place. You knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to control you. For more babies? You say nothing because as far as you are concerned, your fate is tied up with Ivar. Until the seer hinted otherwise, you are stuck here.

“I think it’s better you left.” You leave her side. Confident with your submission, Kitta leaves you between your head and hands, thinking about what just happened. You were used to fighting over Ivar. That was familiar, sure. Perhaps you knew that she wanted to be the sole mother to the boys. But her blatant claim that you too were hers?

That… was strange.

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limitedrevolverworks · 7 years ago

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There is always a certain hesitation involved into making a phone call to a friend you haven’t heard in a while, even more so if you’ve known the friend in question since your puberty. The bond formed between people who have shared their formative years is the kind that transcends such staples as childhood friendships and even blood relations - you’ll have to admit, it’s hard to rival the chemistry built between individuals who have shared the awkward pain of the first time they bled between their legs or saved the town from its fated destruction by your future husband.

It’s a matter of relatability.

With that said, it’s a wonder why the face reflected on your cellphone’s screen should be wearing such a hesitant expression, or why you would even deem it “hesitant” at all when “already prefiguring the impending arrival of a headache” fits it a hell of a lot better. Maybe you’re trying to be optimistic, and God knows how hard doing that’s been since the start of this day. That’s not a figure of speech, by the way: you’ve always harbored this feeling in your gut that whatever greater entity represents the forces of justice has never quite seen your unholy matrimony with the evil’s Number One representant in a good light. Or maybe that’s just your way of rationalizing the whole baggage of stress that sometimes gets unloaded all over your daily life. You’ve every right to be superstitious when you have Princess Levia, Crown of the Western Hellsea (although she prefers it when people call her Levia-tan) doing the laundry for you on Sundays.

Alright, look, you can’t keep hesitating like this. Just press the button and make the damn call already! It’s just your old friend Tomoyo, what’s the worst that can happen? Sure, so maybe you’ll probably have to spend at least an hour listening to sugary platitudes so sweet you’ll end up turning into a blushing sack of diabetes, but it’s also true that somehow, you’ll feel immensely grateful to that bubbly bundle of boundless love you used to (and still subconsciously do, let’s admit it) call Leader for reminding you that it’s not really the end of the world and you haven’t failed as a mother, after all. It’s like swallowing medicine, only instead of bitterness, it makes honey seem like a jellified version of salt by comparison. You’ll swallow it with lips curled into every complaint they know how to vocalize but, dammit, it’ll make you feel better.

Okay, deep breaths. Well, more like the first of many a deep, exhasperated sighs, really. It’s too late for regrets now - actually, a recent flood of those is precisely why you’re pushing a trembling thumb on that Call button while muttering ‘Good grief...’ so pathetically in the first place. Oh crap, you did it, you really did it now! What now, should you just cut the call before it goes through?! No, no, that’d be rude and the last thing you want to do is accidentally hurt that airhead’s feelings because you cannot get a hold on yours... oooh, it’s ringing, you can hear it. Bad idea, really bad idea. Come on come on think---

“MAWARI-CHAAAN!”

“IT’S HIMAWARI, IDIOT!”

Some things never change, do they? Even as you alert the whole house by screaming into your phone, you can feel the warm pang of nostalgia suffocating under the humonguous block of stress inside your head. It makes zero sense, but you’re already beginning to feel a lot more at ease, once you’re done testing your vocal folds and your giggling friend’s ear on the other side of the conversation.

“It’s been forever since your last call, Mawari-chan! How rude of you to leave lonely little me hanging for so long...” You can envision with perfect clarity the ridiculously exaggearted pout adorning your friend’s visage. It makes your eyes trace a trajectory as they roll that is almost as wide as your spontaneously born smile.

“Yeah, as if you have any time or energy left for that after spending every day coddling a bunch of brats.”

Although hearing a grown adult go ‘Ehehe’ in such a childish tone, you have to wonder who the brat really is, or how exactly this woman could lead a group of superpowered heroines when she was just starting to learn how tampons work.

“Sounds like you’re having fun with your job as usual.”

“Of course! Thinking up new activities for the children means that every day is always full of surprises... that goes for them and me both! Boredom’s an unknown guest in these premises, ahaha.”

Tell me about surprises... no, no, too soon for that. Take your time to catch up a bit first at least. Indulge a bit. You’re already sprawled on a sofa in your pjs like the hoboest hobo who ever hobo’d, might as well use the opportunity to its fullest before everyone comes back home and make things awkward for you because you’ll inevitably make things awkward for them.

“But what about you, Mawari-chan?”

“Eeeh, same old, same old? I’d probably sound excited about my work life too, if the kids I gotta babysit weren’t a bunch of manchildren. The sorts we get at the office sometimes Tomo, I tell you... like this due the other day, walked straight to my desk asking me if I could save his sorry ass from some sexual harassment charges...”

“My, that sounds serious! Did you end up helping this poor man?”

“You can bet your innocent tushies I didn’t! Bastard didn’t realize I was the same lady whose buttocks he decided to rest his hands on while riding the morning train a week earlier. I figure he got memory loss when I flipped over my shoulder straight onto the station’s yellow line.”

“Mawari-chan, that’s so cruel!” she says, but you can distinctly hear her giggling in unison with you, you grinning demon. Taking some cues from your husband, mh?

“Can’t leave all the fun to the prosecution, you know?”

“So rowdy... You never change, Mawari-chan.”

Neither of you really ever did. In the case of Tomoyo, it’s reassuring. In yours... aah, could this awkward pause end, already?

“So, what’s troubling you then?”

Nevermind, bring the pause back! No? Urgh.

“W-what do you mean?” Dammit, get out of the way, nervous stammering!

“Now, now, Himawari-chan... there’s always something not quite right whenever you take the time to phone me, isn’t there?” ‘Sideglancing’ isn’t a tone of voice. It’s still the word that best corresponds to the guilty sensation you feel when you find yourself on the receiving end of them, trying to avert your gaze as if the phone’s receiver could capture and send it on the other side.

“I’m sowwyyy...!” Yeah, who’s the kid now, you moaning baby? If curling up into a ball and hiding under the protective warmth of that gaudy plaid your husband made won’t do much for your case, Miss. And the judge’s verdict is... a judgemental sigh? Sentenced to death?! No, wait, it was too short... condescending hint of laughter? Maybe there’s hope yet...?!

“Don’t be silly, Mawari-chan. You’re not the kind of villain who would burden others with your problems unless you knew how to deal with them yourself. So don’t worry, I’m not mad... well, maybe just a little bit! It would be nice if I didn’t have to become worried every time you call... or if you called more often at all! I really mean it when I say that I miss hearing from you, you know?”

Such gentle cruelty! The compassionate harshness of a Buddha! Truly, Sakuramiya Tomoyo is befitting of the title of Leader after all!

“I will, I swear I will! I-it’s just, with work and the family a-and everything else I b-barely have time for stuff and and and...!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Leave it to she who commands the Power of Love and works with children on a daily basis to bestow metaphorical headpats with the sole use of her words. “Silly Mawari-chan. How about you tell me about your problem now, mh?”

“Guuuh.” Any reluctancy would fall under the gentle caress of that tone. There’s nothing you can do but nod and sniff, maybe recover some semblance of composure while you’re at it.

“It’s... it’s Kyouya... he--he’s a bully!”

“Kyou-chan a bully? I’ve heard them all now!”

“It’s true! I spoke with his teacher this morning and she told me about it. That he leads this group and that he uses it to bother other students...”

“Well, it’s no wonder you’d be so distraught then... Kyou-chan! He was the sweetest little thing back when I was his teacher... did you talk with him about it, Himawari-chan?”

Oh, you sure did. And as you take in a deep, deep breath before beginning, you have to wonder if this’ll sound more or less outrageous than that one time you told Tomoyo about your daughter’s first accidental summon. If nothing else, this time you won’t have to change homes because your previous one got devoured by a giant matter-eating worm.

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monofazz · 7 years ago

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Flug’s new guardian

@weevmo I FINISHED THE FIRST BIT OF MY FIC FOR YOU! XD

CHRIST I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AUGH. SMOL FLUG IS THE BEST.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Flug had lived in the orphanage all his life.

He couldn’t remember his parents or where he had come from. The old, but well taken care of building served him as his home along with many other children. The two adults that ran the place were Jenny and Martin Filterworth. A couple who, by the rumours that circled the household, weren’t ever able to have children of their own, so they settled with taking care of kids who had no living relatives or were abandoned by their own kin.

Flug didn’t really know if his parents were alive or not. They had never told them his situation, but he had the darkest feeling that he was dumped at their front doorstep by his mysterious parents and left in the orphanage’s care as they ran off and out of his life.

In his time in his shared home, he was reclusive and shy, preferring to play on his own or take trips to the library to borrow books, or movies if they had any interesting ones to watch, like Star Trek or something on the lines of that, rather than playing with the other kids. They all tease and bully him anyways, so why stick around them if you’re just going to end up in tears?

But there was no escaping them forever, he practically lives with them, after all. So when Flug gets beaten up, he’ll put on a paper bag (with cut-out eyeholes for him to see.) and his conveniently long play lab coat to hide his injuries from his wardens. If they saw what happened to him, there would be questions and he’d have to answer them. This will only get him in more trouble with his tormentors.

Now that he was eight years of age, and freshly rejected in another round of parents looking to adopt, Jenny looked at him sympathetically.

“Someone will adopt you one day, don’t you worry, Flug.” She gave him a little pat on the head and followed the parents to do the final checks and approve of the Adoption Agreements papers.

The child sighed, mirthless and sat on one of the colourful kiddie chairs, a contrast of Flug’s gloomy mood. Would I ever be adopted? He wondered to himself, So many kids I know had already gone to good families. There are articles around that say orphanages cannot take care of children once they reach a certain age. They haven’t specified. Am I getting too old? Where would I go once I reach the age limit? The articles haven’t said anything about this either! Am I going to get thrown into the street? Do I have to live in a cluttered dark alley?! I don’t want to live on garbage!

Flug started to panic and he quickly shoved his paper bag over his head— he used it for almost every situation now— and wrapped his scientist coat closer into his body and tried steady his hyperventilated breathing. He was only young! He read enough books and movies to know that the cruel outside world are not meant for children. It was for fully-fledged adults, who have learnt the ways of the world and how to survive, and even to flourish and live without worries.

But Flug hasn’t learnt everything yet! Not even half of it! A quarter of it! What will he do? What can he do? He can’t do anything, he was stuck, and only someone who is willing to take him in could get him out! He was helpless, so helpless!

Someone needs to save him now!

As if his prayers were answered, Flug heard the opening of the front door, jumping in fright when the door collided with a BANG against the pastel painted wall. When Flug turned around to see whoever stranger came in, he choked in a gasp.

Standing at the door, in a fine tailor-made suit and top hat, the most terrifying person Flug had ever seen. Can he even call it a person?

With it’s purple hued skin and a lack of nose, not mention his array of sharp teeth that seemed to grow with his smile, was a colour of a dull swamp green. Just everything about him screamed ‘Monster!’

Flug quickly turned away when the man set his one visible eye on him, the other was hidden behind his silver framed monocle. Flug could feel his heart accelerating and his hands shaking. You idiot! He whispered to himself in his mind. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

Shaking now, he grabbed a pencil and hurriedly scribbled drawings and math problems to go with it. This usually calmed him down. This should work��

If somebody… somebody took an unknown number of balls out of the bag… then… then… if the next person took twice as much than the first… and the third, thrice than first… then… then if there was… if the bag was empty and there were 48… balls in all….all…48… 7… 24... bags…

The man was right next to him, and he could feel his gaze drilling into him. Flug shook so badly, that he could have looked blurry.

Flug broke his pencil. This seemed to tip him off the edge and he sped off, unable to bear the man’s presence any longer. He could hear the maniacal laugh echoing in his ears long after he left the room.

Martin frowned at the man that came in, Flug hiding behind his legs.

“Excuse me sir? I’m Martin Filterworth, one of the owners of the orphanage. Are you here to adopt a child?” asked Martin carefully.

Flug decided to find his only father figure in this place to see why this scary, malicious man was here for. He was looking rather out of place on the kiddie chairs that scattered the room; there weren’t any chairs for adults for him to sit in.

The man looked at his gloved hand, then back to Martin, “Well, why else would I be here for?”

Flug didn’t think of this, but he didn’t really imagine some terrifying man like him to stride in for this reason.

“Well, sir, uh…” Martin frowned at the other man, and Flug held onto his pants tighter. The child could tell Martin was trying to keep his disturbed reaction to this humanoid creature, “Do you think you are capable of taking care of a child?”

“Of course I am!” the man snorted, rolling his eye, “it’s not that different from taking care of hounds. Just gotta feed them, give them somewhere to sleep, take them out for walks, teach them to obey your every command— er, I mean—”

Martin’s frown just got even sourer as the man corrected himself.

“I— what I meant is, teach them proper manners and give them a good home and lots of parental… love? And… aff…affection? Yes… that’s it. Yes,” the man rolled his tongue at the unfamiliar words, as if tasting them. It looks like they had a horrible taste.

“Is there any reason you would like to adopt a child, Mr…?” Martin questioned.

“Black Hat,” the man with the name grinned as he stood up and took off his hat, under it… was another hat. Huh. “Black Hat is my name, Mr.Filterworth.”

The other man’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement at seeing the second hat, “Mr.Black Hat. What a name.”

“Say it all you want, it isn’t going to wear out any time soon.”

Flug scooted closer to Martin’s legs when he felt Black Hat’s eye on him again, almost making the older man trip.

“Agh! Flug! Please don’t stand that close, I nearly lost my balance!”

Flug reluctantly set a small distance between them, but he still held Martin’s trousers tightly.

“So this child is named, Flug is it?” asked Black Hat.

“Yes, it is. Come on, say hi, won’t you?”

Flug shook his head frantically, withering inside from the intimidating man’s stare. Then Black Hat gave the child a sharp-toothed grin that even looks out of place out of a T-Rex.

Martin hopped to gain his balance again when Flug suddenly clung to his leg, “Agh! Flug, please!” Flug just stayed there.

“Sorry, Flug is a timid one.” Martin said once he got his balance again.

“There’s always that one in a bunch,” Black Hat said, his smile unwavering. The amount of teeth is staggering. Flug thought even Martin should be the littlest bit intimidated. If he was, he wasn’t showing it.

“Yes, but you haven’t answered my question before. Is there any particular reason you would like to adopt a child?”

“Lots of reasons! Besides my plan to raise a child army and rule the worl— er, what I meant was that I… really, really, love children, yes. I do. I think they should have a good home and uh…have good parental influences in their lives. Some unfortunate souls end up in the streets all alone and afraid, having to turn to petty crimes to survive. Isn’t that pathet— sad?”

He didn’t look that concerned about it.

“They should have a chance to live their lives in proper care and taught the… ahem, moralities and goodness that they can share,” Black Hat seemed so pale, as if sick at the mention of goodness and love.

Martin blinked, he seemed to have not picked up any of body signs from the speech, he might even thought he was actually genuine.

“Uh, well. That… yes… you seem to sound like you’re determined to give a child a good life…”

“Yes, I am.” Black Hat said in an unconvincing voice, in Flug’s opinion, to Martin.

Flug just stared at Martin, horrified. Did he actually believe this Nightmare Man?

“If you are this confident, then follow me, I’ll show you the other children at—”

“Not necessary, I already made my choice.”

Flug’s heart plummeted when he felt his glare on him again. Did he?—

“You what?” said Martin, shocked, “Who?”

“Him, Flug, of course.” Black Hat said matter-of-factly.

Oh no.

“Flug? This Flug?”

“Are there any other Flugs? It doesn’t seem like a very common name.”

Flug wanted to have parents all his life, but… not him… not like this.

“I, I just… no there isn’t any other Flugs, this boy is one of a kind.” Martin patted the terrified child’s back. It did not help any.

Black Hat’s grin just got wider, if it was even possible. “Ah, good. Because this one had caught my eye. Nobody is on the waiting list for this kid?”

Flug wanted to say yes, just to make him go away, but Martin got in first, “No, sadly. Flug here is usually looked over by most wannabe parents, Flug has been here for a long time. But I think maybe it’s time for him to leave the nest, right Flug?”

Flug wanted to shake his head, to scream, I don’t want to go with this man! But his body disobeyed and stood still, a lump in his throat. He could only blink up at Martin with his pleading eyes that was peering out of the eyeholes of his paper mask.

Martin, once again, didn’t pick up on anything. What was wrong with him? Flug thought, Can he not see that I don’t want to go?

Apparently not.

Black Hat squatted down to Flug’s line of sight and tilted his head.

“Hello there, kid.”

Flug was gently pulled off Martin’s leg and set in front of Black Hat. Flug stepped back from the owner of the grinning set of pointed teeth, and bumped into Martin.

“Come on, Flug, it’s alright.” Martin said comfortingly.

Flug whined in protest, but, he took a little step forward.

As soon as he did, Black Hat just picked him up, eyes wide, “Look at you! HA! Little scientist bra- kid!”

Flug tried to struggle, but something about Black Hat’s grip on him had him completely immobilized.

Martin smiled at the two, “I’m glad to see Flug finally have someone to be his caretaker that’ll take care of him and provide the needs to make sure he grows up right. You’re a very funny man, you know that?”

“Yes, I’m hilarious. The hounds and the world domination thing was just a little joke,” Black Hat said in a dismissive voice, now carrying Flug by his waist, held very much like a long, thin pole.

“Well, I think that settles it, now all we have to do is fill in the Adoption papers and officialise your guardianship on Flug.”

Once this was all done, the only thing to report was that Flug was still being held by Black Hat in that very uncomfortable way.

As Black Hat received the papers that showed his guardianship with Flug, he walked out the door with a flourish. Martin and Jenny and other kids came to say goodbye.

Flug didn’t wave back, any move just made him more uncomfortable. He still couldn’t speak.

“Flug, you don’t know how lucky you are yet!” Black Hat declared as he walked away from the foster home.

Flug did not know.

Because he didn’t feel lucky at all.

#Weevmo #Adoption AU #OC's #Flug #Black Hat #Black Hat be a dad #Black Hat trying to be a normal citizen with normal motives #HOW DOES THE ADOPTION THING WORK ANYWAYS????

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glove23 · 8 years ago

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REASONS I HATE SEVERUS SNAPE AND ALBUS DUMBLEDORE- A Rant

@nooowestayandgetcaught made me post this

Disclaimer 1: this is very long so only read it if you've got some time

Disclaimer 2: if you think the friendzone is a thing stop reading now because you won't like what's in this and I don't want your comments because they'll just piss me off.

-Severus "Friendzone" Snape

We begin at the youngest we know Severus Snape, he's around nine.

He meets Lily Evans and immediately insults Petunia, her sister, while trying to befriend Lily.

Snape then goes on to tell Lily all about the wizarding world and when she asks if her being muggleborn will effect how people see and treat her, he lies to her face by saying "no". (I hate the entire chapter The Prince's Tale it's awful what is it chapter 33? Avoid at all costs)

He drops a large tree branch on Petunia's head when she insults his shirt (petunia is another post) and then again lies to Lilly's face about it.

When Lily is clearly distressed about Petunia saying she hates her Snapes first reaction is "so what she's only a-" and cuts himself off before Lily hears what he thinks of her sister.

Snape doesn't take Lily's concerns about the people he hangs out with seriously even though they both know the people he hangs out with despise muggleborns like Lily. "I thought we were friends, best friends?" You manipulative piece of shit.

He tries to change the subject from the dark magic they did on Mary Macdonald to James Potter and the Marauders bc he just doesn't like them (they did bully him at this point but he gave as good as he got and didn't go to anyone about it but that didn't have a place in this conversation)

Says he "won't let her" think of James Potter in a positive light for SAVING HIS LIFE and only backtracks when Lily gets angry.

Stops listening to Lily once she says James is an arrogant toerag and doesn't hear her say that his friends are EVIL.

Do I need to describe this one? "I don't need help from a filthy little mudblood!"

Tries to apologize and all he can think of to say is "sorry" and "it just slipped out" and "I didn't mean it" Lily tears him a new one and I love her.

-Now we're on adult Snape woo if none of that convinced you bc he's still a child get a load of this.

Joins The Death Eaters knowing that they attack and Kill muggleborns like he Supposed Love of His Life Lily

Continues to pine for Lily even though she's MARRIED with a CHILD (OH NO SHE FRIENDZONED ME SHE MADE ME THINK I HAD A CHANCE no asshat the friendzone doesn't exist just bc a woman is nice to you doesn't mean she has to date you newsflash some people are just genuinely KIND and that's how they treat everybody it doesn't mean the girl owes you sex or a relationship a girl owes you NOTHING for being nice to you that is her choice that she's nice to you and she is allowed to change her opinion at anytime and she does not OWE YOU ANYTHING FOR HER KINDNESS if anything you owe her to be kind back and not demand sex and a Relationship from her just bc she is kind to you)

Overhears a prophecy that could be about Lily and her family (bc he only hears the born as the seventh month dies he will have power the dark lord knows not) he has to know Lily is pregnant and he can count and figure out when she's going to have the baby and tells Voldemort anyways.

Begs Dumbledore to spare Lily's life to protect her and says nothing about her husband and son.

ONLY SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT JAMES AND HARRY after Dumbledore calls him out for it and even then its grudgingly bc he knows Dumbledore won't listen unless he includes them as well.

Once James and Lily are dead (my loves I miss them) he goes to their house, steps of James' body, ignores their bleeding and crying son, and hugs and cries over Lily'a lifeless body even though she said she never wanted to see him again and didn't care about her own life as long as her son is safe and he's sitting there ignoring her son to care about her life because he doesn't give two shits about what she actually thinks only that he lost the potential to steal her away from her family.

Doesn't do anything for the infant who is bleeding and sobbing

DOESNT DO ANYTHING FOR THE INFANT WHO IS BLEEDING AND SOBBING

Goes to Dumbledore upset bc he "let Lily die" (I'll get back to that) and only after persuasion agrees to "protect" Harry

Snape gets a job as Potions Master and is a GIANT DICK to a bunch of CHILDREN who are there bc they have to be and they want to learn.

Harry comes to Hogwarts (side note: if Snape really wanted to protect Harry bc it's what Lily would have wanted wouldn't he have at least sneakily checked up on Harry while he lived with the Dursleys? No one knew where that was it's not like other death eaters would see him.....) and Snape calls him out with questions that you don't actually learn about until sixth year at Hogwarts and verbally abuses him.

I'm not going to write ever instance of Snape being a dick to students bc JK Rowling already published that and I don't feel like writing out the complete Harry Potter series.

Snape is Neville Longbottom's WORST FEAR in the ENTIRE WORLD and Neville was dropped out of a WINDOW as a child what does that say abt Snape it says he's a dick

"Potters been crossing lines ever since he got to this school he should be expelled" I mean just bc you were completely incompetent and couldn't get rid of Quirrell doesn't mean you can shout at a 12 yr old that he should be expelled for finding a way to get to school when he couldn't get to the train. (Wait the crossing lines bit is in goblet of fire isn't it he says something along those lines during COS tho whatever)

Calls Hermione, a 14 year old girl, an insufferable know-it-all bc she knows the answer to his question when NO ONE ELSE DID Like how much more of a jackass can you be

AFTER DRACO CURSED HERMIONES TEETH SNAPE LOOKS AT HER WITH HER FRONT TEETH DOWN TO HER COLLAR AND SAYS "I see no difference" I swear to god I would've decked him right then and there consequences be damned.

Just. Gives Umbridge Veriteserum to use on CHILDREN WHICH IS ILLEGAL (not doing anything abt umbridge using the blood quills is mostly dumbledores fault but it can also be put on the whole rest of the staff who should've noticed)

Not saying anything to Harry when he says Voldy has Sirius in the DOM and checking himself and then still not telling Harry so they go to the DOM and Sirius dies Snape is Responsible for Sirius' death (also Dumbledore but later)

Just like. The entire sixth book.

Book Seven he's headmaster of hogwarts and just fucking. Lets children be tortured. What a Good Guy am I right. I don't give a SHIT abt his cover as a "spy" he could've done something abt the kids under his care being tortured without giving himself away.

Asks Harry to look at him when he dies so he can look into Harry's green eyes and pretend they're Lily's bc he is obsessed with her.

Honestly I'm disgusted by this man. He was obsessed with who he thought Lily was and didn't care what she actually thought or felt. That isn't love. You can't tell me that Severus Snape was in love with Lily Potter because it simply isn't true.

He was obsessed with the image of her that he had painted in his mind. He didn't love Lily Potter, he loved the IDEA of a girl sort of like Lily who he could control and who wouldn't care that he hates everything she stands for. Snape had this glorified image of Lily in his mind that no matter what he did, who he killed, hurt, or tortured, still loved him despite him being a dirty piece of shitty bigoted garbage.

I hate Severus Snape because he's the actual worst.

-Albus Pathetic Wanker Bullshitty Dumbledore

I would like to preface this part by saying Albus Dumbledore is a glorified piece of shit.

ANYWAYS

I'm going to just start at Harry's life because I'm too lazy to do Dumbledick's entire 150 years of life.

If you want me to do it the rest of it message me and I'll do it later but rn you get the affects of his actions on an innocent child! Wooo!!

So. Dumbledore had to have known Peter Pettigrew was the spy bc he also had his Spy (who will from now on be referred to as Friendzone) in the death eaters INNER CIRCLE so he would've known a majority of the people who are death eaters so he would've known who the spy is in the order and subsequently would tell Dumbledore. So. The only way he wouldn't have is if Dumbledore didn't even ask.

Once the Potters are dead he???

Okay wait. So that whole day before Dumbledore showed up at Privet Drive, McGonagall was watching the Dursleys. Was that November First? Did Dumbledore not drop Harry off until the end of the day November first? It had to have been bc Vernon Dursley saw the wizards talking abt voldies downfall. So??? Where was Harry that entire day???? Why couldn't Dumbledore have brought him??? Why did hagrid have to use Sirius' motorbike that he had gotten??? The night before??? Why couldn't Dumbledore have floo'd somewhere close? Or portkeyed? Why? The next day? This is a hole in information I would like filled.

OKAY ANYWAY So the Potters are dead and Dumbledore decides "hey! You know what's a great idea!! I'm going to bring the one year old child to live with people who I know very well hate magic and who numerous people have told me are unfit to take care of this child but hey! Sounds like a blast! Let's do it!" Like what? What kind of person are you? I thought you learned that the Greater Good nonsense was exactly that. Nonsense.

Keeps this child in aforementioned Abusive Home for TEN YEARS without checking up on him, without so much as a visit to see if he's still alive. Nope. Just ten years later "oh look a letter for me"

Forcing Harry to return to the dursleys year after year STILL NOT CHECKING UP ON HIM HARRY RUNS AWAY IN THIRD YEAR AND DOES DUMBLEDORE CARE? NOPE.

For a child he supposedly cares so much about he certainly does little to ensure he's okay.

HARRYS FIRST YEAR- Dumbledore thought it was a great idea to bring the one thing at the time that can bring Voldemort back to life into hogwarts the year Harry gets there. Yeah. Suspicious? Wait. There's more.

Dumbledore gives Harry the invisibility cloak for Christmas which allowed him to break the rules all the time. (It's literally Harry's property like James would probably have given it to Harry before he left for hogwarts. Why did Dumbledore keep it for so long? Why not put it in the Potter vault where Harry can get it when he comes of ages and has access to it? Why give it to him then?)

Dumbledore puts the mirror of erised in a random classroom that the only other thing in it is some desks so it's not like that room is being used for storage. Where Harry conveniently finds it! While using his invisibility cloak to sneak out after curfew! For trying to protect someone he sure does give him a lot of opportunity to get into dangerous situations.

The trials before the stone! Yeah! These will totally stop a wizard who is possessed by the dark lord! They're so hard three first year students can get through! What do you mean that doesn't mean they're difficult?

I believe with all of my heart when he was asking people to put protections in front of the stone they all gave him REALLY DIFFICULT THINGS like that no one could get through without previous knowledge of how or being the one who created it (meaning they would all have to go down and disable their own trap before retrieving the stone which is the SMART COURSE OF ACTION) and Dumbledore was just like. Naaah. I think yours should be a plant that every first year class learns about. Yours should be some keys that fly around like a bunch of snitches with some brooms (fool proof amiright) yours should be a giant chess set bc NO ONE IN THE WIZARDING WORLD PLAYS CHESS ANYMORE. You can do whatever u want oh a troll? Cool cool. You should do some potions with a riddle telling you what's what that's a good idea yes yes and I'll do a mirror this is FOOL PROOF.

I hate this man.

He lets himself be manipulated into leaving the school so the trio can go try to DIE AGAINST VOLDEMORT yeah great idea

Second year (I'm not doing every year this is getting long ) he KNEW it was Voldemort opening the chamber of secrets the easiest way for him to be doing that is through possession why didn't he search students belongings for the object that could be possessing them or the students for signs nope let's just let myself get kicked out of the school.

Fourth year bc of him NOT WANTING TO CHEAT IN A GAME EVERYONE CHEATS AT Harry almost dies numerous times.

Harry comes out of the maze clutching Cedric's body and Dumbledore tells Harry to stay near him when??? Harry very obviously was just TORTURED? He's beaten and bloody and can barely stand on his own and you expect him to be able to stay where you tell him to when there are a million people around who can take him away? Which happens? Barty Crouch takes him?

And Dumbledore doesn't arrive on the scene UNTIL CROUCH IS DONE MONOLOGUING AND IS ABT TO KILL HARRY LIKE WTF

"I suspected something like this would happen" IF YOU SUSPECTED IT WHY DIDNT YOU DO ANYTHING ABIUT IT UUUGGHHHHH

Makes Harry's only source of familial comfort leave to go find some people when Dumbledore very well could have owled them himself? Sirius didn't have to leave lbr he could've been there a little while longer while Harry recovered.

FIFTH YEAR. WHAT A SHIT SHOW.

Dumbledore doesn't find a dada prof in time so the ministry sends umbitch and she tortures children and Dumbledore??? Never notices??? Umm? That sounds fake but okay. How does he not notice??

DUMBLEDORE TELLS HARRY REPEATEDLY HES NOT READY TO HEAR THE PROPHECY BUT YEAH RIGHT AFTER YOUR ONLY PARENTAL FIGURE DIES THAT IS THE PERFECT TIME TO TELL HIM THAT HES THE REASON VOLDEMORT WENT AFTER AND KILLED HIS PARENTS GOOD JOB DUMBLEDOUCHE

The entirety of the sixth book again.

Dumbledore is grooming Harry to sacrifice himself and making Harry think of him as a grandfather-type figure, when he knows he going to die by the end of the year. You're a great person. I love ripping people's parental figures away from them REPEATEDLY ITS JUST GREAT FUN.

The seventh book is just. All of the shit Dumbledore beat into Harry's head making him not trust anyone "Dumbledore gave me this job and I can't tell anybody about it sorry I can't ask for help Dumbledore said I can't and you know Dumbledore rules over my life even after he's dead bc that's a Good Thing I know I'm doing what Dumbledore wanted I'm gonna go fuckin DIE bc Dumbledore said that it is the ONLY WAY ITS THE ONLY WAY GOTTA DIE"

The thing is. Dumbledore conditioned Harry so that he took his word as gospel and didn't even question it. And he conditioned him to think that he is not as important as everyone else, that his life doesn't matter as much as the lives of everyone else. Like??? Can you fucking not??? Every life is just as important as the next??? There are no NECESSARY SACRIFICES no one needs to be sacrificed. A lot of people died in the battle of hogwarts that didn't need to die who's deaths could've been avoided. People who died throughout the series who didn't need to die. A lot of the deaths in this series can be attributed to Dumbledore's careless attitude towards the lives of others.

He threw children into a war when he should've let them be children. There were plenty of adults who could've done the job Harry Ron and Hermione did. Dumbledore himself could've spent the time he was conditioning Harry to be a sacrificial lamb LOOKING FOR HORCRUXES he knew existed at the latest by the time the end of the second book rolls around. Get With It Dumbledore.

I hate Albus Dumbledore because he's actual garbage.

The End

#albus dumbledouche #severus friendzone snape #harry potter #anit-snape #anti-dumbledore #the life and times of glove23

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inkognito97 · 8 years ago

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Youngster I

Summary:The tall figure shook his head in disgust. If he truly were a Jedi and not a Sith in disguise and in search for his lost apprentice, he would have helped them.

Burning hate was all the tall male could feel for the pathetic lives that were screaming in pain and for his help and mercy. These were the same voices which had previously argued how to steal even more from the poor and unsuspecting people. These were the same voices that had declines every offer the Jedi had made to help them balance their society. And now, now it it were their screams that begged for help. The tall figure shook his head in disgust. If he truly were a Jedi and not a Sith in disguise and in search for his lost apprentice, he would have helped them. Granted, he wouldn’t have arranged their deaths in the first place, but still. Since he wasn’t – a Jedi that is – he would just continue to watch them burn; metaphorically speaking as well as literally.

A lot of people had died during the explosion and die to the poisonous gas, but those who had survived, were trapped inside the tall building, along with hot and all consuming flames. It was a gruesome death, but also fitting for those bastards, who allowed children to starve or to freeze in death.

Again the Sith shook his head. His Master had once taught him to look how a system treated its poorest and neediest and from this information, he would know how rotten a planet really was. And it was true. This planet – he had not even bothered to remember its name – was rotten to the core, but with the death of the leading group, it had gained another chance. It had gained the chance for a brand new start. It was just a shame that it always had to come to such drastic manners in order for giving a system a new chance. It was not like he actually enjoyed the killing – not even if it were such bastards – but more often than not, it was the last and only solution. This was one of the things the Jedi needed to understand. Even though the Sith highly doubted that they ever would. They chose to see the good in the worst systems and they would chose to stand aside and watch instead of act. It had always been this way, but at least there had been a time when the Sith and the Jedi coexisted in some way. This time however, was long over.

Wordlessly and without looking back just once, did the tall man with the long brown hair – that was slowly starting to turn gray – walk towards his shuttle. It was a good thing that his shuttle was quite a distance away from the exploded senate building. This way, the Jedi Council would never connect him with the attack, especially if nobody had seen him. This way he could continue to play the perfect little Jedi. He would just tell the Council that he had not arrived soon enough and that it had been already too late and therefore impossible – even for him – to launch a rescue. They undoubtedly would believe him, they always did.

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips. The Jedi Council was just a bunch of blind old fools in his eyes. Fools, who did not even realize that they had allowed Sith to root and foster among their midst. His Master for an instance, he himself and his lost apprentice... Well, it would remain to be seen if his apprentice had truly been kidnapped by the Jedi, like his usually reliable source had told him. If not, then it was about time that the Sith in disguise found a new source. He doubted that he would need to however. His trust was not placed lightly after all...

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Qui-Gon walked with long and confident strides through the temple corridors. He was heading for the only place in this Jedi-forsaken temple that he actually liked and even enjoyed, namely the Room of a thousand Fountains. He needed the serenity and calmness now, after the dreadful meeting with the Council. At least everything had gone according to plan. The great and wise Council members had believed every single lie he had told, without even thinking twice. They were just so naive and blind, especially Kit Fisto. He was the worst of them all in Qui-Gon’s eyes.

A strange sound caught the disguised Sith’s attention and therefore brought him out of his musing. Almost immediately his curiosity was spiked and with a longing gaze down the corridor that would have led him towards the Room of a thousand Fountains, he walked down the corridor that led in the opposite direction instead. Again a sound – this time louder – could be heard and now Qui-Gon identified it as a pained cry of a young child, which was promptly followed by cruel laughter. The Sith quickened his steps. If there was one thing he truly hated with every single pore and cell of his being, then it was when an innocent child was hurt.

The bearded man stopped dead in his tracks once he rounded the corner. The scene that took place in front of him, let his blood boil and caused the darkness in him to shift violently. Bruck Chun, the Initiate every being in the whole temple knew, was standing a few feet away from the Sith. The boy was almost thirteen years old, which meant that he was about to be send away to the Agri Corps. In all honesty, this did not surprise the long haired man in the slightest. The boy was too rotten to become a Sith and that alone meant something. Therefore it was no surprise that no Jedi wanted him either. The boy needed some manners, otherwise his rotten core would even grow, which was probably happening now, while he and his little friends were standing around another child that was lying on the ground. Qui-Gon could barely make out the shivering back of – what looked like – a young boy. The boy on the ground was whimpering in pain and the disguised Sith soon realised why. The bullies’ knuckles were swollen and red and their clothes spotted a few stains of a substance that suspiciously looked like blood. The long haired Sith did not need to ponder long to figure out what had happened here.

“What in the name of the Force is going on here?” only with a lot of effort was the bearded man able to suppress his darkness. It wouldn’t do anybody any good, if his true nature was revealed by his ire and golden eyes.

Almost as soon as he had spoken the first word, the laughing boys grew silent and visibly tensed. They had heard the dangerous edge in the deep and clearly angry baritone voice. The Sith straightened to his full height out of instinct and gazed down in four upturned faces of the Jedi Order’s worst Initiates.

It almost looked as if Bruck Chun and his rotten friends had lost all their previous courage. One of them was even trembling and another one looked as if he was about to wet himself any minute now. Bruck Chun himself looked up at the older male with wide eyes. Qui-Gon knew that the boy had hoped that he would take the Initiate as his Padawan. Not that the Sith would even consider this apprenticeship in a million years, not even if he hadn’t already an apprentice. Granted, the apprentice was not available and findable at the moment, but Qui-Gon was working on that.

“M...Master Jinn, I... I mean we, I mean I... eh,” Chun was stuttering complete nonsense, obviously trying to find a good lie to escape trouble and punishment.

“Enough!” the Sith Master’s voice thundered, causing the Initiates to jump in shock and fear. He was not in the mood for mindless chat and it probably showed on his bearded face, with the way his mouth was set in a firm line and his brows were furrowed tightly. “You will go to Master Yoda and explain – in detail – what you have done here. If you don’t, then I am personally going to make sure that you not only will be properly disciplined, but also send away and punished in the worst imaginable way. Have I made myself clear?” The deep baritone voice had been calm – almost too calm – yet the Initiates could only nod shakily, before they took off as if the Force itself was after them.

Qui-Gon allowed himself to take a few deep and calming breaths, before he finally turned his attention to the boy – and it was indeed a humanoid boy with coppery hair – who was now curled up in a tied ball on the unforgiving ground. Slowly, ever so slowly, the tall man kneeled down and he carefully reached out. The boy tensed upon the contact, but this did not stop the Sith from reaching out with the Force as well. The moment Qui-Gon’s Force presence touched the boy’s, something warm and all too familiar settled in the Sith’s chest. That and the boy’s shaky and uneven breathing calmed and his muscles relaxed, so that the older male was able to turn him onto his back. The boy whimpered in pain and Qui-Gon hummed in sympathy, before gasping in shock when the most beautiful blue-green eyes in the entire universe meet his own blue ones. The blue-green orbs were suspiciously bright however and these were undoubtedly tearstains on bruised and bloody cheeks. Qui-Gon’s heart clenched painfully at the sight.

“Obi-Wan...” the Sith gasped out surprised. Could it really be?

Surprise was mirrored in the ginger haired male’s eyes. “Master Jinn?” a tiny voice wanted to know. The long haired man could only nod his head, not quite trusting his voice. “How do you know my name?” at least the boy did not sound so scared anymore.

Qui-Gon swallowed the lump that had started to form in his throat. It felt like a great and heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, only to be replaced by an almost painful pressure in his chest. “I... I must have heard it from one of your crèche Masters,” the lie came quickly to the Master’s lips. There was doubt in the younger male’s eyes, but for now he just accepted the other male’s answer. Qui-Gon could fully understand it.

Obi-Wan shifted slightly and winced in pain. Only then did the Sith come back to the here and now and he quickly scanned the younger male’s visible wounds and injuries.

“We should do something about your injuries, young one.”

The boy’s eyes went wide, “Don’t take me to the healers... please!” he pleaded. The long haired man grimaced, he should have expected this answer.

“If you promise to let me treat you and if you are going to answer ALL my questions truthfully, then I will not take you to the healer wing.” Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, which is why the bearded man gently reached out again and took the light body in his arms, pressing the young child tight against his chest, without hurting him of course. The boy rested his head trustingly against the Master’s chest that was covered by the beige tunics the Jedi always wore. He felt strangely comfortable like this, with his eyes closed and listening to the older man’s steady heartbeat. The Master’s movement helped to soothe the distressed mind and before Obi-Wan realised it, did the pair walk through a door, into a warm and room. Curiously did the young male raise his head and he gazed around the cosy living room, of what he considered the Master’s quarters. A brown leather couch – its colour was lighter than the colour of Qui-Gon’s robe – stood on the middle of the room and a small glass table before it. Countless of plants of different colours and sizes decorated the homely room and Obi-Wan immediately liked it.

The disguised Sith continued to carry his young charge into another room, his bed room. He did not spare the books – actually real books made of paper and quite a lot at that – that lay on the ground, any attention, but gently lowered the ginger haired child on the green blanket that covered his bed. The boy looked around and sometimes his gaze would come to rest on one of the closed boxes that stood in the shelves or on one of the few pictures he had in his room.

“Wait here,” the Master ordered gently and then left to search for a first aid kit in his bathroom, which was just opposite of the bedroom. Thankfully it did not take him long to find all the items he had searched for.

With skilled and practised fingers, did Qui-Gon take care of the blue and swollen bruises, the small fractures and the bleeding nose. Thankfully it had only been a single milk tooth that the ginger haired boy had lost. The broken rib was more complicated however. Qui-Gon had to set it with the use of the Force and despite the pain, Obi-Wan made not a single noise. The Sith was more than impressed by such bravery from one so young. During the whole process, Qui-Gon tickled the wanted answers out of Obi-Wan. Apparently it was quite usual for Bruck Chun and his ‘friend’ to bully other children, they usually were not so brutal however. Apparently Obi-Wan had stood up and protected a few of those children and it had earned him so many painful injuries, and possible, a small trauma.

Only when the child was soundly asleep in the bearded man’s large bed, did Qui-Gon allow himself to sigh in relief. Obi-Wan would sleep for a few hours due to the painkillers and the Sith’s Force suggestion. This would give Qui-Gon enough time to collect his emotions and to talk with his Master. With a last glance towards the sleeping form, did the Sith leave his quarters. He would not need to worry, Obi-Wan would be safe and he would make sure to return before the boy would awake.

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“Qui-Gon,” the surprised voice of Jard Dooku sounded as he opened the door to his quarters, only to see a familiar figure standing before him, “what brings you here?”

Without answering or offering any way of greeting, the taller male gently moved his former teacher out of his way and stepped inside the quarters before he locked the door.

Dooku was about to repeat his question, when Qui-Gon finally opened his mouth, “I found him.”

“Who?” the older male asked, now more confused than before.

“My apprentice,” Qui-Gon exclaimed and grabbed the other’s elbows, “Obi-Wan... I finally found him.”

Dooku’s eyes first went wide and them something very close to a true smile formed on his face. Dooku – especially when he pretended to be a Jedi – acted as if he was a stoic and unapproachable man, but in reality, he was kind-hearted and like a father to the long haired Sith. He was also something like a grandfather and role-model for Obi-Wan. “These are indeed great news, my former apprentice.” He must have picked up on the younger man’s dimming mood, for he continued, “What is the matter, Qui-Gon? Is he alright? Where exactly is he?”

Hesitantly the older male seated himself on the cushioned seat in the living room, right across Dooku’s couch. The couch held quite a few good memories of Qui-Gon’s apprenticeship. “He is... here, sleeping in my quarters to be exact.”

Dooku’s brows furrowed, “What happened?”

The younger Sith scoffed and avoided the piercing gaze of his former Master, “I found Obi-Wan being bullied by some Initiates... they had beat him to a bloody pulp.” He took a deep breath, “He couldn’t remember anything of... well, of me or of his apprenticeship. He truly believes that he is a Jedi and that he always was and... and he couldn’t even remember me, not even the slightest bit.”

The Sith’s shoulders sacked in defeat and had he looked up, he would have found his position mirrored by Dooku. “I am sorry to hear that.”

Qui-Gon nodded, “Me too... then again, it might be a good opportunity.”

“What are you thinking of?”

The long haired male finally looked up, “I am just saying that it could make everything easier. If we find a way to restore his memories, then I can pretend to take him on as my Padawan when in truth-“

“-you are training him to be a Sith,” Dooku finished the sentence.

A sharp nod, “Exactly.”

“As brilliant as ever,” Dooku gave his younger companion a small smile.

“Only thanks to your teaching, my Master.”

Dooku huffed, “Flattery will not work on me, my young apprentice,” the older Sith had decided to join the slight teasing. It felt right, just like in old times. Then his mood turned serious again. There was still one thing on his mind. “How are you going to restore his memories?”

Again Qui-Gon’s shoulders slightly slumped, but this time, his determined eyes remained locked with Dooku’s. “I have not quite figured it out yet, but I will.”

“Of course you will,” the white haired man stated confidently, “you are MY apprentice after all.”

Qui-Gon took this as a cue to be on his way again. He had a few things to take care of, one of them a young ginger haired boy, who was hopefully still sleeping. The Force suggestion and the sedative should have been enough to force the boy to sleep for a few hours, but with Obi-Wan you could never be too sure. The young Sith had a natural gift in the Force and even without him being conscious, it would purge the unwanted sleepiness out of his bones. Or in short, he was a great apprentice. Qui-Gon barely remembered his first failed attempt. Xanatos had been the boy’s name. He had been too arrogant, too sure of himself. It was quite ironic actually. Xanatos had searched for the power of the dark side, without even realizing, that it was offered to him already.

But Qui-Gon would not complain. Without Xanatos’ miserable attempt to end his life, he would never have met Obi-Wan. The boy, who had not even been reaching the long haired Sith’s hip at the time, had literally jumped in and defeated the dark haired teenager with Qui-Gon’s lightsaber. Of course Qui-Gon would have been able to free himself from the pitiful excuse of a Force inhibitor and he could have easily called his lightsaber back to his hand. But he had settled to lean back and enjoy the show. And he was not disappointed. Quite the opposite in fact, for he had gained a true apprentice so soon after losing some poor excuse. Needless to say the orphan in the dirty rags and with messy red hair had immediately agreed upon Qui-Gon’s offer. He had felt the connection too after all.

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With a chuckle and a shake of his head, did Qui-Gon Jinn seat himself on the mattress of his own bed that was currently used by a twelve year old boy. The mattress gave way under his weight, but the sleeping form did not even stir.

Qui-Gon had just pictured the look Dooku would give him, could the old man see his former apprentice now. He was fretting over the resting form of a – more or less – healthy human male. Then again, Dooku would probably understand his fretting. Obi-Wan was a beloved member of their small family after all.

An annoying beeping brought the Sith out of his musing and with great reluctance did he get up again and took the call from his comlink. He shouldn’t have been surprised that it were Mace and Yoda on the other side. They were truly the only two Jedi, who at least possessed a little brain, despite Mace’s other shortcomings. They didn’t even lecture him, because he might have ‘kidnapped’ one of the Initiates, which could very well have been, because he had told them that he would take Obi-Wan Kenobi as his Padawan learner. The gazed they had exchanged said more than a thousand words. There was doubt and even some fear in their eyes.

Of course they were aware of Obi-Wan’s origin and now they worried for ‘Jedi Master Jinn’, who had already lost one apprentice to the dark side. They feared that the potential in Obi-Wan was still very present and it was all very amusing and very ironic in the Sith’s eyes. In the end they gave up, probably because Qui-Gon might have mentioned the bond that had formed between him and the boy. Reformed would be the better word, but it would just raise unwanted questions. And thus was, how Qui-Gon found himself with a Padawan leaner, who did know nothing of his luck yet. Then again, luck was relative. Not that Qui-Gon believed in luck, he solemnly believed in the ways of the Force, but that was beside the point now. The point was however, that he would do everything in his power to bring back HIS sweet little Obi-Wan, his light in the darkest nights, his drop water in the desert heat and his rock in the surf. All of the mentioned things, or you could just say, his son in all but blood.

The sound of bare feet made Qui-Gon turn around, just in time to see a certain ginger haired male walk through the door into the living room. The boy was partly yawning and rubbing his eyes. He had not realized that Qui-Gon was watching him and the Sith in question had no desire to change that yet.

After a few strands of ginger hair were pushed away, did blue-green eyes turn to the tall male, who was standing in the middle of the room, patiently waiting. There was no surprise in the young eyes and Qui-Gon only barely kept himself from smiling. So the imp HAD known that he was being watched.

“Why hello there, young one.” The tall Master eventually broke the silence.

“Hello, Master Jinn,” the boy visibly relaxed and his clever eyes darted through the room, undoubtedly inspecting and analyzing everything that seemed important. The born strategist, at least that is what Dooku had once said.

“How are you feeling?” Qui-Gon wanted to know.

“Alright I guess.” He quickly continued at the raised eyebrow he recieved, “I am still sleepy and it hurts...” he trailed off and avoided the older man’s gaze.

The Sith Master had not expected anything else form his foster son. He knew Obi-Wan better than anybody else, as was the case the other way around. He knew he could trust his little red-haired devil with everything, except his one health. “Are you hungry?” he eventually asked.

Obi-Wan shook his head, “No, sir.”

The older man hummed. This was not unusual after being sedated, even though, his apprentice had the tendency to not eat regularly or very well. He reached up and pulled out the leather tie that held his hair in a braid and out of his face, all the while being watched by blue-green orbs. The older male shook his head, causing his auburn hear to fly around and settle on his shoulders. He was in the process of redoing his braid, when a shy voice asked, “Shall I help you, Master?”

The question had been unexpected and thus was why Qui-Gon froze in mid-movement. Obi-Wan had always enjoyed playing and braiding his hair, even when he was still very young and small. “I would be honoured,” the Sith finally answered, after he realized that the nervous fidgeting was, because he had not given an answer yet.

A small smile appeared on young features and with a mental sigh, did Qui-Gon kneel on the ground right in front of the couch. This way, the younger male could climb atop the cushioned furniture, which the boy immediately did. It didn’t take long for him to start his task and the Sith Master was soon reminded of all the quite evenings he and his young charge had shared, doing nothing, but enjoying the calm and peace. Apparently he was not the only one.

“It’s strange,” Obi-Wan mumbled, after he had combed through the long dark locks.

“What is?” Qui-Gon asked. He couldn’t quite place it, but something deep inside him, something had begun to tingle.

“I feel as if I have done this countless of times already... but it isn’t possible.” The older man’s heart had started to speed up a little bit. Could this be his apprentice remembering who he really was? But before the Master could come up with an answer, something else caught the ginger haired boy’s attention. He hesitated for a moment, but then he gently lifted a thin braid that had rested right under Qui-Gon’s usual thick braid and had therefore been hidden from view. Qui-Gon had forgotten that it was there himself. A single blood red bead was attached to the three strands of hair that had been interwoven. “I know this bead,” Obi-Wan began and unknowingly the older of the two held his breath, “I have gifted it to you, after... after you took me as your apprentice.”

Something changed in the boy and his whole posture tensed. He let go of the bead and his blue-green eyes widened in shook. The larger man turned to face his charge, still on his knees on the floor, and cautiously reached out for his apprentice. “Obi-Wan...”

“Master,” this single word broke the dam. It wasn’t like the Sith in training hadn’t uttered the word before, but this time it held a certain undertone to it.

“My child,” the Master allowed himself to smile at his young companion and without further ado, he had pulled the boy from the couch, onto his lap. Obi-Wan clung onto him like a drowning man. “Oh Obi-Wan, I had been so worried.”

“I am sorry Master!” sobbed the ginger haired boy into the older male’s neck, “If I had been stronger-“ “Hush, young one,” Qui-Gon soothed the distressed male in his arms, while stroking the ginger locks. “If you had been stronger, they would have imprisoned you, or worse, they would have killed you.”

“I am sorry,” the boy repeated.

“Don’t be,” the tall man was surprised how gentle and calm his own voice sounded. But then, he was just glad to have his son back. “I am very proud of you, my imp.”

Neither male knew how long they sat there, with Qui-Gon leaning against the couch and Obi-Wan in his Master’s loving arms. At one point, it became clear that the boy’s exhaustion was taking over and with a grunt, the Sith Master got to his feet and carried his precious cargo into his bedroom. The apprentice was gently lowered onto the bed and tucked in again.

“What is going to happen now, Master?”

Qui-Gon gave his little devil a small smile, “Now you are going to sleep, my imp, and tomorrow... well, tomorrow you are going to help me, move the furniture. Now that I have a Padawan, I have to reorganize my rooms, after all.”

Confusion was plainly written on young features, but not a second later, the furrowed brows smoothed out and a wicked smile appeared on Obi-Wan’s face. Qui-Gon chuckled mentally, leave it to his brat to figure the hidden message between his words out in an instant. “I cannot await it, my Master.”

“Me neither Padawan,” The last word was emphasized mockingly, “but now, rest.” He bent down to leave a kiss on his charge’s forehead, before turning off the light in the room. “Sleep well, my child.”

“Good night, father,” came the drowsy reply and in the next moment, Obi-Wan had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

#Youngster AU #Part 1 #My Fics #sith!obi-wan #sith!qui-gon #Sith AU #sith!dooku #Sith Family

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