#tw: orphanage and foster care mentioned

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Ignorant Bliss AU

This au I made on Discord combining my friend melody's highschool au idea with an amnesia au. Revised a little bit to make it more angsty. So in this au Amirana as a teen has quickly wisened up and she hates the traditions and life she is forced into by her family who has no regards for her feelings. Also Navren is still a jerk in this au. She wants to get away from it all and go on a journey of exploration and hopefully find a planet that will let her just be herself. She stole a Lexiconian space craft and began her excursion. She unfortunately got caught in a solar storm that sent her ship plummeting to Earth where she crash landed. Unlike Huggy's crash, this was more severe as her ship was destroyed. Amirana climbed out, still alive but heavily injured she walked slowly towards Fair City where she fell unconscious onto a sidewalk. She was found by worried and concerned Bampy Botsford and his son Tim. They took her to a hospital. When Amirana woke up, she had no memory of her life befor the crash. She didn't even remember what caused her injuries. She didn't recall her name nor her own species. She was taken care of at the hospital and made a full physical recovery. Thought the issue was since she was a minor and had no family to claim her yet. She would have to be sent to an orphanage or foster family. Bampy not wanting the poor kid to be alone, talked with his wife and kids about the situation. Thus Teresa Botsford was with her new family and lived the normal life of an earth woman. She went to high school and college in Fair City. She discovered her powers but out of fear did not tell her family because she was afraid of being cast aside for being not normal. She believes she is a meta human. Bampy finds out during the episode "Bampy Battles Bots." Teresa takes a job as a teacher in Fair City at Woodview. Like in my theory, she meets Steven Boxleitner when she saved the distracted scientist from nearly getting hit by a truck. Teresa does become a hero in this au after hearing about Steven's theories and analysis about heroes and villains. Her hero name is Wordwoman because of her love of words. Steven knows about Teresa's powers because she asked for his help in using them and controlling them. Steven respected her decision not to tell her family, he still believes she should tell them and that they will still love her regardless. The Botsfords love Steven. Teresa was a bridesmaid at her siblings wedding and Tim and Sally were part of her wedding party when she married Steven. In this au Teresa does become pregnant with Becky before she and Steven marry but Becky is born after the wedding during the early part of Teresa's first trimester. Becky becomes Wordgirl and her mom's partner when she gets older. I haven't decided yet where Steven still becomes Two Brains or not but if he does, it's only minor angst. Teresa during her life has vague flashbacks of her former life but nothing sustains long enough for her to fully recall anything. Her past starts to come back when a certain monkey space pilot crashes to Earth when her daughter is 11 years old. @melodythebunny @drtwobrainsstuff @blueweirdness

[oceanofsinners]

“They love me, they love me not.”

Yan!Pervy cupid x gn innocent succubi/incubi reader ♥︎

[mdni, or do, i don't care enough to block y'all tbh. NSFW, first time in a while writing it so apologies ack. tw/cw: mentions of violence, blood, religious stuff kinda. lmk if i have to add smth else too! also?? sorry for disappearing i got stuck in the hospital, ouchies!! also holy fuck this is 2.k words ive never wrote that much...]

Nova wasn't...normal. Well, to be fair, it wasn't their fault he was created this way. It was Father’s fault.

 

Being born a Cupid, but being unable to feel most emotions, or even love. How ridiculous. Pathetic, even. Compared to their brothers and sisters, he was useless.

 

They grew up alone and isolated, no one wanted a Cherub whose expression was always bored. No one wanted a Cherub who never wanted to play with the others or found joy in small things. 

 

He grew up in one of the few orphanages in Paradise, some human souls for foster parents who weren't able to have kids themselves, happy to have any.

 

Angels were meant to be cheerful and optimistic, they were neither. Many thought he'd grow up to be a Guardian Angel or an Archangel. 

 

Never a Cupid. Especially a Love Cupid. Maybe a Heartbreak Cupid, even Erotic Love Cupid, but Love? They didn't even truly understand what the word meant. Or so everyone thought. 

 

Angels were meant to be non-judgemental. Meant to be “kind” and believe in everyone. Angel’s are not. Angels are just as judgemental, perhaps even more than humans. 

 

The other Cupids always watched him in disdain when they were training, he always dragged their class down, being worse at it than most of the others.

 

But then, in high school, something changed. See, Angels and Demons typically don't like each other. 

 

Angels hate Demons for falling, and Demons hate the lies Angels say. But in the end, they are one and the same. 

 

Only one’s halo is broken, the other’s is perfectly fine. No, not halo, horns. If there was one thing special about Nova, it was their “halo“, or horns. 

 

They were a beautiful baby pink color that matched the pearly white hair that reached his shoulders, with pretty gold and bright pink streaks, that made their purple eyes pop. 

 

Even though Nova couldn't feel anything, he was beautiful. Freckles were made in the forms of constellations scattered over brown skin, and white eyelashes that looked like snowflakes. 

 

They were beautiful. Ethereal. An Angel, through and through. He never imagined they'd fall willingly, even hating the thought. 

 

But, maybe for one person, he would. That person is YOU. 

 

The Demons and Angels made an agreement, there was an academy built, for both Angels and Demons of all ranks and backgrounds, a sort of truce.

 

Nova was one of the angels chosen, amongst many others. They didn't care about it, just wanting it to be done already. To get the embarrassment over. 

 

Days turned into weeks of staying in the shadows, going to boring classes, eating lunch in empty classrooms, studying all night, and repeat. 

 

It was boring, but it's not like Nova had anything he could do about it. Another day of stupid school, of stupid wars between haughty Angels and Demons who liked fighting. 

 

Except this time, Nova got caught in the crossfire. Cuts covered their skin, golden blood leaking down and ruining his beautiful clothes.

 

One of the Demons had them pushed up against a wall, claws to his throat, and they stood there blank gaze. Nova raised a brow as the Demon got pushed, and went to walk away. 

 

Then YOU came. You seemed confused at the fight, trying to make peace despite it being fruitless. You paused at the sight of him, before gasping and quickly running over. 

 

“Ah, you're bleeding! Gosh, I told these dummies to stop fighting, they just don't listen!” You frowned, trying to appear upset but you just looked like a kicked puppy with a pout. 

 

You pulled them off to the side, reaching inside a black messenger back absolutely covered in cutesy stickers and pins from different bands. 

 

Nova took the time to look at you, really look at you. It was strange. Why was his heart beating so fast? Wings fluffing up? You were beautiful. One of the prettiest Demons they’d ever seen. 

 

That's what clued him into what you were, an Incubus or Succubus. Really, there was no difference between the two except for their behavior. Incubus tended to be more assertive, and Succubus more passive. 

 

Before Nova could think about anything else, you pulled a first aid kit out, opened it up, and pulled a pack of bandaids out. 

 

You started disinfecting their wounds, before putting those cute, colored bandaids on each wound.

 

Nova looks silly like this, mostly black, Gothic ensemble, even with his pastel eyes and horns, they still looked less like an Angel and more like a Demon. 

 

And there you were, broken halo turned into a pair of horns, dressed in cutesy clothes, putting brightly colored bandaids on the mean-looking Cupid. 

 

With every fleeting touch, Nova felt embers light under his skin, his cheeks warming even further. ‘...What...What is this feeling? I don't...’

 

Before Nova even realized it, they were leaning even further into your cold, almost dead touch. You paused, before giggling and roping your arms around his shoulders. 

 

“Wow! You're super friendly, I like you, your hair too, it's super duper long! What's your name?” You asked, playing with his long hair, curling it around your fingers.

 

“Casanova. But people call me Nova, usually. What's yours?” Nova looked up at you, a lovesick hazy look in his purple eyes, heart pupils. How amusing. A Cupid falling for an Incubi/Succubi. What are the odds? 

 

“Oh! Right! It's—” Before you can finish, a teacher begins herding everyone to their classes. Nova’s pissed —‘How...Why do I feel so angry?’— but goes along with it, delighted to see you wave with a sheepish grin, fangs showing. 

 

Nova doesn't know your name. But he doesn't need to. You're his angel in their mind, the one and only made for him. 

 

Very quickly you become a prominent part of his life, their parents even allowing you to stay at their house while the program goes on, happy to see their child so happy for once. 

 

With so many emotions suddenly hitting him all at once, it's no shock they fall harder than he should, becoming obsessed fast and hard. 

Nova begins realizing things they'd never realized before. The curves of your body. Those soft eyes he wants to see sobbing from pleasure. Those lips open, gasping their name—

 

But it ends far too soon. The program is forced to close, and you're gone just as fast as you came. Nova hates how empty he feels when you're gone, wondering how he ever lived without you.

 

He feels cold inside, a part of him disappearing with you. Something they can NEVER get back. He tries to be normal, smiling when he should, crying when he should, just be normal. 

 

It's easy for a while. To pretend. No, BE normal. Far too soon, or maybe far too late, he graduates high school. Then college. 

 

Years fly by, “friends” come and go, lovers he didn't give a shit about disappear after they get bored, and more and more blood then just his is on their hands. 

 

But you weren't always gone. You'd sneak out of hell and sneak onto paradise sometimes, and hang out with them. But it wasn't enough. He wanted all of your time and attention on him. Just once, they want someone to be there as a constant. 

 

Eventually he lands a job at Soulmates Corp. A Cupid work place, and he starts working. It's actually pretty simple and interesting. Sure, they don't use bow and arrows — usually. But being able to look through humans lives, to choose who they fall for. It's interesting. 

 

And then, one night, you innocently invite him to a club in hell. They instantly agree, after all, it's YOU. His angel, their savior, his LIFE LINE. Their EVERYTHING. 

 

Funnily enough, over the years the two swapped clothing styles. Nova wore more cutesy, sweet, pastel color clothes, and you wore darker, more “sexy” clothes. 

 

Nova arrived at the club, absentmindedly toying with the pockets of his pastel blue cardigan. Tonight would be the last night of your freedom - independance, after all! 

 

Nova walks in, you on his side, some of your friends accompanying the two of you. He could care less about these bastards, and soon makes sure to seperate you from your “friends”.

 

He watches you with loving eyes the entire night, making sure you get drunk so bad you can't stand. It's easy, you're too trusting. Too innocent for this world. 

 

He'll save you, just like you saved them! Eventually they take you to their place. At first it's tame. Friendly. 

 

“N—Novaaahhhh...C’mere, I hic! wanna see yer pretty faceeee...” Your voice is whiny, the alcohol really hitting you hard. Nova coos, walking over. 

 

They yelp, quite loudly, as you drag them onto the bed, curling into his side. It's innocent. His thoughts should be too. 

 

But all they can think about is your chest pressed against their arms, how easy it would be to just slip your shirt to the side, and touch. Feel.

 

He shakes his head, even if you're both drunk, he can't take advantage of you like that. They refuse to taint you, and that pretty little head of yours. 

 

Stuck in their own thoughts, Nova doesn't even realize you straddle him until it's too late. Your eyes are hazy with lust and alcohol, and he can't help but gulp nervously. 

 

“Angel, really, you...you need to sleep.” Nova tries to reason with you, but reasoning with a horny, drunk Demon, much less an Incubi or Succubi is like arguing with a wall. 

 

You whine, lips lazily smashing against his. Nova can't help but melt into it, and they hate how hard they are from just a touch, a single kiss. 

 

This is wrong. Both of you know this. Yet neither of you can stop it. One kiss turns into two, into three. 

 

“An-Angel!” Nova gasps out as you nip at his collarbone, their neck already covered in love bites and pretty blue and purple bruises. 

 

“Mmph..Wan’ more...Need more, Nova...” You growled out, one hand playing with his chest the other curled in their hair. 

 

More marks. More bites. So many. He looked so pretty like this, a crying mess under their ‘innocent’ friend. 

 

Still, he held enough restraint to stop you, not wanting to ruin your first times together. But, due to your insistence, they do give you some pleasure~

 

Nova sits on his knees, you splayed out on their silk sheets, your slick dripping onto the bed as you whined. Hips jerking up to meet his tongue, hands curled around their halo. 

 

Nova’s tongue swirls against your sex, whining from the taste of your juices against his tongue. It was better then he imagined all those nights, hand playing with their cock, desperate for some relief. 

 

With every swipe and sucking of his mouth, you get closer and closer to that sweet relief you desperately need. With one last gasp, your eyes roll back and hips buck against Nova’s mouth. 

 

Nova laps up every bit of your sweet essence, fucking you through your orgasm. He's gentle after you finish, murmuring praises into your ears as they carry you to their bathroom. 

 

During the bath you end up falling asleep, Nova carries you to bed and the two fall asleep, intangled in each other. 

 

It's morning. Your eyes flutter open, yawning softly as you groaned. Fuck, that's a horrible headache. You glance around, pausing as you feel a weight beside you. What the...

 

Your eyes glide to the person laying beside you, and you pause, your cheeks warming. Nova. You're in Nova’s bed. 

 

Nova, the Cupid boy you met as a kid. Nova, the Cupid you fell for, hard. Nova, the Cupid who always seemed so clueless and innocent. 

 

And they truly look like an Angel right now. The sun shines against against his white hair and skin beautifully, wings folded behind them. 

 

Your face feels even warmer as embarrassment fills you as you see bite marks all over their neck. Bite’s are how Demon’s mark their claim, usually on their mates. Angel’s too. 

 

He let you bite them. And yet, you can't find yourself to be mad over it. Nova’s eyes flutter open, glancing up at you. A soft smile appears on their face, as they lean up and kiss you. 

 

The Angel traps you in his wings and you giggle, curling into them. He's yours, and your his even if you don't know yet. 

 

You took their heart a long time ago. It's time he takes yours too. ♥︎

[seth-shitposts]

a thing that would not leave my mind halfway through my shift.

so I am disclaim right now that I really have no intention on doing something with this, it's just a cool concept that I didn't want to throw away, but... wmsjxhd whatever anyways here you go Kallus and Ezra AU- (aka Defectors AU??)

This is going to be a long post because it's going to he literally everything we were thinking about. So if you're ever wondering what your waiter is thinking about as they are serving you, know that this is a possibility.

If yall have any questions or comments, don't be shy. (I just don't *plan* on touching this because I have so many WIPs and other fics I am now working on. I love what I've gotten in the inbox! I greatly appreciate yall and 100% look forward to them!!!!!) 

Anyways. It took so much longer to record my thoughts than i thought it would so I wasn't able to get much of my actual writing done.

Word Count: 4k+

Tw for this one:  Violence , injustice , genocide , heinous crimes of the empire , vomit mention , mention of separation , non canon-typical of rebels

So the premise of this AU is essential a if Kallus had been assigned to the job of taking in the Bridgers and found the small child. 

What I specifically pictured was that Kallus would be talking the situation over with his superiors. He suggests that they place the kid into one of Lothal's orphanages, or one on a planet nearby. Find him a foster caretaker. One of his superiors suggests instead they enlist him. 

And Kallus goes "????I'm pretty sure this child hasn't even reached the age of 9, what do you mean you want to throw him into an academy?" As Kallus’s own academy experience had been brutal, but he had been 19 or 20 upon entering. The thought of putting a child that hasn't even hit double digits yet into such training, even if at a lesser form, is so beyond him. 

Another superior suggests maybe just bringing him in with his parents. And Kallus’s response is immediate "absolutely not." Because where the Bridgers are going is a rehabilitation center for rebels who have committed crimes against the Empire. A chance for them to learn better and find a place in the empire. They're worse than the academy. 

"Then what do you suggest? Dropping him back in the streets?" 

"I'll take him under my care. I'll teach him everything I know." Kallus says it before he can think about his answer. The foster suggestion had been shot down. He was not going to allow a seven year old child to be dropped into a military academy, a rebel prison, or thrown into the streets. 

The superior that had suggested throwing the kid into the rehab snorts. "You? Oh this is going to be good." 

His other superior shakes his head. "Agent Kallus. You're about to get promoted to the next rank. You won't get that if you do this." 

Kallus nods his head. This isn't something he has to think twice about. "I've already stated that I have no intention of accepting a promotion." 

And so it began. 

Agent Kallus was given custody of the child from Lothal. The first couple of weeks were… rough. The child missed his parents. Nothing Kallus did or said could comfort him except for offering to take him to visit them. The tiny little smile that the kid gave Kallus, the shiest tug at his sleeve, asking him if it were a promise… Kallus could only respond with yes. 

But he did not want to have his only visitations to his parents be of them in prison uniforms, so after hours of negotiating it with his higher ups and with the rehab facility itself, he was allowed to meet with them one on one, set a negotiation with the Bridgers and make arrangements for them to see their son, how they would want to. 

Kallus had expected them to be belligerent with him, or curse him for taking Ezra away or forsake him because they're under a misguided opinion of the empire. But they're very cooperative. Eager. 

Kallus explains to them that part of the agreement his supervisors gave him in allowing this visitation is that they have to put effort into their rehabilitation. 

Mira Bridger chews on the inside of her cheeks for a moment as Ephraim Bridger inhales deeply. The two share a look and nod. They tell him that they accept the terms, but Kallus has to be willing to hear them out. 

The two have been nothing less than compliant and cooperative to him thus far, so he is willing to extend the same courtesy to them. 

Ephraim Bridger explains that there are some people in the rehab that have done nothing wrong other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that they did not have the resources for a proper defense case, and now they are facing years of confinement for it. Mira asks Kallus to see what he can do for those individuals. 

Kallus hesitates. He thinks about how willing one of his superiors was to throw Ezra in here, as just a child. And he knows that some of his colleagues don't always have the best judgment. "I… will look into it. Get the prison to send me their case files and I'll work it into my schedule." 

Ephraim nods, thanking him for his help. 

Mira speaks up, "and one more condition. Please." 

Kallus rubs his neck, he's going to have a lot of extra work for this. But, if it makes a difference. "Yes?" 

Mira Bridger reaches for his other hand, holding him gently in a way that shocks him. "Please make sure Ezra doesn't change. He's so bright, he deserves to keep that light." 

Kallus swallows the lump in his throat as he nods. He sees where Ezra gets it from. "I'll make him my priority." 

So thus, Kallus took Ezra under his wing. Ezra was allowed regular visits to his parents, under the condition they put forth effort and in return Kallus looks into the cases given to him. Kallus can't believe just the sheer amount of oversights that were made. Ones that would have long and permanent effects on these people's lives. He was able to help with most of the cases. Get the innocent bystanders out. Over time it extended over into people who were there because they were pressed into a corner. Honestly, there's nothing they could have done. These weren't rebels. It frustrates Kallus to no end, but the Bridgers seemed pleased- more than pleased for what he has done to help. Kallus is conflicted about Mira and Ephraim. They're good people. They just have a misunderstanding about the empire. It was people like the Bridgers who inspired him into joining the academy, so he could help others. It isn't difficult for Kallus to find balance between this extracurricular, his ISB work, and raising Ezra. 

And raising Ezra. The kid will bring any animal or creature he finds back to Kallus and tell him all about how they met. Kallus just smiles as he listens intently, pausing his data work to do so. The kid honestly is very bright, he shines like a beacon, a sight for sore eyes. Kallus forgot what it felt like to have someone to look forward to seeing. It reminds him of friends he used to know. Vaguely of that feeling he used to have back in coruscant of knowing that he'll see the stars, with certainty. Honestly, he had forgotten what that was like. 

 Kallus was given a flat on Garel, with frequent visits to Lothal, and will take Ezra with him anytime he has to travel. The only time the two are apart is when Kallus has an assignment, or when Kallus feels that Ezra would be in danger by being with him. Mira and Ephraim had told Kallus about a family friend, Tseebo. He stays with Ezra during the times Kallus can't or won't bring the kid with him. 

Ezra also… expresses much distaste for his colleagues. And how Ezra explains it, the kid isn't wrong. But it's simply just how things work in the empire. The kid pouts and stomps about how some of the officers were harassing merchants again. Kallus files a report on it and follows up on every little story the kid tells him. His colleagues truly are an annoyance. Honestly, they have bigger things to worry about. 

Ezra attaches to Kallus’s hip, but more often, his sleeve. And Kallus feels a warmth of endearment wash over him anytime Ezra laughs or pulls a prank or tells him a story or tugs in him. Kallus teaches Ezra some of the skills he learned back in the lower levels of Coruscant. Of course, when Kallus learned them, it was for survival. When he teaches them to Ezra, it's to help him get away with pulling pranks on his coworkers who are still harassing civilians. Since the superiors haven't been taking Kallus’s reports seriously, why not teach the kid how to get away with pickpocketing, effectively use disguises, escaping from a pursuit, and infiltration? Pride swells in Kallus’s chest every time his coworkers complain about a "loth rat who won't stop causing problems for them, but keeps getting away". Some of the skills Kallus teaches Ezra are the same ones he used to take top of his class rank at the academy. The only thing that Kallus takes more pride in than having watched those upper crusts fume over being beat by a sewer rat is watching Ezra take what Kallus teaches him and does better. His little star has a natural talent. 

(And Kallus's heart softens from the way that Mira and Ephraim absolutely beam from the stories he and Ezra tell them. Kallus is still trying to figure out how to get the Bridgers out. They should be let out for "good behavior" soon. He’s been pulling every string he can to see through to it. He's simply fixing mistakes the empire made. Honest mistakes. Right?) 

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As Ezra becomes a few years older, his superiors try to press Kallus to put him in an academy, but Kallus says that he will see through to the boy's training himself. And he does. However, for assessments, Kallus does have to bring him to the academy on occasion. Kallus doesn't agree with it, but he is ordered that to prove that Kallus is competent enough to train Bridger by himself while still doing his ISB work and his sudden interest in HR extracurriculars, the assessments have to be done at Coruscant's Royal Academy. Kallus trains Ezra accordingly, but is far more gentle and encouraging than his own trainers had been. Ezra is eager to do well, to be the best to prove that Kallus has done well to teach him. That if they moved Ezra anywhere else, it would be a mistake. 

The first few assessments… well. Ezra does great, amazing, infact. And Kallus makes sure to tell him. But some of the children of high ranking officers feel upstaged by Ezra. And make it very loud and clear that they think Ezra cheated. Kallus defends Ezra, and takes the heat of the situation. 

Later Ezra apologies and tries to ask what he did wrong. 

"Star, don't ever apologize to me for anything. You did what you were taught and you were great." Kallus gives Ezra a smirk as he ruffles his hair, trying to make him feel better. "That's just how they act here. I'm the one who should apologize, in my haste to teach you how to be the best, I forgot to teach you to hide your cards. Don't let them see the full extent of your skills. If they can't find weaknesses, they will make them. So make them think they can find weaknesses. Keep an ace up your sleeve while you count the cards." 

Ezra doesn't fully understand why the other cadets act like that, but Kallus always makes things make sense, even if they don't. 

Ezra follows Kallus’s instructions and does well in his assessments without putting a target on his own back. Kallus tells Ezra not to use his street skills, but the skills taught by the academy. Yes, they are lack luster with not much practicality or room for field adaption, but it's what's be best for now. 

Once Ezra’s final assessment is completed, the two are allowed to return back to Garel. They have another visit before Kallus has to prepare for some major assignment. Something about riots breaking out all over a planet called Lasan. The thought of going to that place leaves more than a bitter taste in his mouth, but he has a duty to fulfill. It's probably just going to be making a few public arrests and enforcing a harsher set of codes that the Lasat will eventually adhere to.

Kallus is hesitant to leave Ezra on his own, but Kallus doesn't want him anywhere near this planet. Riots are violent and he doesn't want the kid to get caught in the crossfire. Or worse. 

During the visit with the Bridgers, Kallus is pulled out by the rehab warden. He is informed that his request to lessen the sentence has been vetoed. 

"Rejected? Why? They're good and honest people. I've seen their progress reports, warden. They've been cooperative. They haven't caused any trouble. They want what's best for others." 

The warden glares at the agent. "Anytime they're allowed to interact with other prisoners, things around here get thrown into disarray. They keep encouraging unruly behavior. They're lucky that you're the only reason why I haven't split them up and placed them into solitary confinement. If they insight another riot, they will be sent to a maximum level camp with no more little family reunions." 

Kallus feels his blood boil. "Maximum Facility? Have you lost your mind? Those two are non-aggressive! They've complied to your every demand-" 

The warden slams his fist on the table. "Agent, your welcome is about to be overstayed. Those two breed rebellion behavior everywhere they go! I'm half convinced they're doing it to you!" 

Kallus shuts his mouth at that. The Bridgers haven't done anything wrong. On fact everything they've done has to been to help other people and to ensure a bright future for Ezra. "How dare you insinuate that I bring about disorder? I've been working my arse off for almost five years to fix the mistakes colleagues of ours have made that got innocent civilians thrown into rehabs, prisons, and slave labor camps." 

The warden narrows his eyes. "Watch what you say, Kallus. You're talking dangerously similar to a rebel. Don't say something you'll regret. If you aren't careful, you could get them executed for bribing and corrupting an ISB Agent, and yourself for treason." 

The warden doesn't even have to say the next part for Kallus to understand. And the boy will be left all alone in this place. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kallus registers that he hears a metallic thud, but he can’t process anything other than the sound of his own pounding chest.

The warden sighs, letting go of his tension. "Kallus, you're overworking yourself. You need to get some sleep. I understand that you have an incredibly large assignment in a few days. Please don't worry yourself with the Bridgers. I know that you're simply doing your best to establish a stronger sense of order. Sleep on it. We'll chat more next week." 

And with that, the warden dismisses Kallus to continue supervising the Bridger Visitation. When Kallus returns to the room, Ezra is noticeably quieter. His energy… dampened. And Kallus is much the same. The Mira and Ephraim notice and ask, but Kallus shakes his head. But he does say, "I need you to promise me, just for the next few days, to keep your heads down." He whispers so Ezra doesn't overhear. He hadn't told then that he's been trying to get them out. He was fully under the impression that he would, but didn't want to disappoint them in the case that he couldn't. "For every favour I've ever done, please promise me, just for the next few days." 

Mira and Ephraim don't say a word, but they give him a nod. 

Once they return to Garel, Ezra lightly knocks on Kallus’s door. Kallus opens the door with a switch, and the kid looked like he had been crying. Kallus feels a pull at his heart. This is his last night before his mission. "Nightmares woke you?" 

Ezra looks away from Kallus's eyes, not giving a response for a moment. Finally, he nods. Something about it is off, but that's not the most important thing right now. 

"Want to talk about it?" 

The kid shakes his head. 

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" 

It takes less than a few seconds for the kid to be crawling in next to him. It wasn't uncommon for them to share a bed, especially when Ezra was upset or simply couldn't stand being separated from Kallus. And Kallus deeply wishes that he had maybe tried harder to get Mira and Ephraim out before having to leave. But there's no time to dwell on what he cannot change. 

He focuses on gently papping away the tears on the kid's face, his cold hand softly sweeping over the hot trails before he starts to brush the hair from Ezra’s face. 

Kallus smiles softly. The unruly hair goes against so many regulations. But, Kallus would rather choke than make Ezra cut it or allow the officers to do so. 

As Kallus sings a lothal lullaby Mira and Ephraim taught him, Ezra inches in as close as he can to Kallus, trying to fight the sleep that's trying to overtake him. 

Kallus has never had any siblings. He never even had the chance to think about wanting them. But the way that Ezra's small fist clenches his sleeve, as if to hold him here… 

It breaks his heart that he has to leave Ezra in the morning. The kid never takes their separations well. So he indulged in him, probably a bit too much, making sure that they didn't happen too often or for too long. It makes him endlessly grateful to Tseebo, to know that he won't be alone. 

____

This is wrong… 

Kallus stands in the middle of a large Lasan village. The disruptor heavy in his hands. He's refused to activate it. This is cruel and barbaric. At first, he had been confused when the instruments were being handed out. He hadn't received any information about the lasat having any type of advanced fleet. So why… 

Kallus  feels sick. 

He had volunteered to be part of the first wave, so he could secretly push ahead to warn as many civilians- civilians, they were attacking civilians- to escape as possible. But… they didn't have many ships. Definitely not enough. 

He used the item in his hand as a defense staff, and deflection only. 

This isn't what was supposed to happen. This is barbaric. No one deserves this. 

Kallus pushes the thought away as he orders his men to push to an area that he saw with mainly warriors, not civilians. He pushes onward, being stopped by an honor Guardsman. Kallus isn't able to back out of the fight, and he refuses to let himself be killed. 

So he's just going to fight until the other runs out of stamina. It feels like hours that he’s in this one on one. The other doesn't give up. 

That's when the star destroyer starts dropping bombs from above, not caring that there are civilians or their own troops down here. One of the bombs causes a pillar to crumble at its base. Kallus is able to move in time to push both the guardsman and himself out of its path. The guardsman recovers from his shock quickly,  trying to sweep one of Kallus’s ankles out from under him, but Kallus deflects the attack and knocks the weapon from his hands. 

What happens next never leaves Kallus. The guardsman stops fighting him and retrieves the staff- the bo-rifle he heard it called- and hands it to Kallus. He doesn't understand. Kallus looks up to the other, and holds out the disruptor to him. The Lasat just glares at the weapon and knocks it out of his hand before running off to fight another officer with his bare hands before Kallus can stop him. Kallus watches as he is immediately hit with the charge of a disruptor. 

Kallus is in a daze as chest rattling screams are let out all over the planet before there's complete silence. 

They're all gone…

This… wasn't to settle rioters. This wasn't even to make an example. 

Who would the example of been for? There's no one else left. Few Lasat would have survived. If any did at all.

And he couldn't do a single thing to stop it. Or even slow it. 

Kallus looks up to Lasan's sun. 

It all happened in less than an hour. 

This was an ambush. 

This was a massacre. 

Kallus doubles over as his body purges the contents of his stomach. 

_____

No one had really paid attention to what Kallus did or didn't do. 

The entire way back, he kept getting fucking congratulated. They were fucking celebrating this like it was some grand victory over a rising rebellion. They think he took the bo-rifle as a trophy for the conquest of Lasan. 

He'll let them believe that. He'll play along with this. Because he's going to burn this house from the inside. 

But first… 

Kallus makes sure to clean up before his return to Garel. The smell of ash and smoke… it makes him nauseated all over again. 

Upon returning to the flat, Kallus sees tseebo out before seeking Ezra. 

Kallus isn't in the flat for much longer than a few seconds before he gets a full-body tackle from the small twelve year old boy. And Kallus returns the hug with the same amount of force. 

"Ezra," Kallus hates what has to be done, but he will not allow the Empire to have any direct contact to him. "I was wrong. I've been wrong for years." Tseebo will look after him. Anything has to be better than the Empire. 

Ezra pulls back slightly to let Kallus kneel to his level. "Alex, what do you mean?" 

Kallus had left all his equipment, even his uniform, back on base. "Your parents were right. The Empire is not what I thought it was."

"Alex, what happened?" 

Kallus shakes his head. "The Empire happened." Kallus is not about to go into detail about what he himself can barely handle. "Ezra, there's something I have to do. And do it, I need to get you to Lothal. And…" Kallus swallows a knot in his throat. "I can't go with you." 

Kallus has to spend several hours consoling and explaining what he can to Ezra without telling him too much. 

"I must remain here. I'll get in contact with people who can help. I'll get your parents out, I'll do my best. Tseebo should still be on Lothal. There'll also be Sumar. But I need you to promise me something." 

Ezra wipes away the last of his tears, Kallus’s cold hands cooling his face as he helps. "Anything." 

"I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about me. That when we meet again, if I am still in the Empire, you'll pretend not to know me. Evade the empire using the skills I taught you." 

Ezra goes silent for a moment as he tugs on Kallus’s sleeve. "I promise… but you have to promise that you'll come back. You always come back." 

Kallus can't hold back the smile that the kid pulls from him. "As long as you shine the way you do? Star, I'll always find my way back to you. Your parents will too." A frown seeps in for a moment. "Ezra, I'm sorry that I have to leave you." 

There's a tug at his sleeve. "Don't ever apologize to me about anything." 

______

**notes: 

-Kallus staged that he and Ezra got separated from each other on Garel. As predicted, his missing person reports to the empire went ignored. 

-Immediately after ensuring that Ezra made his way to Lothal safely, Kallus discovered that in the 3 days he was gone, Mira and Ephraim had gotten harassed by some of the guards and led an escape attempt, in which many were able to escape, but they got moved to another facility that he is not allowed access to and to make matters worse, a week later he discovers that Tseebo volunteered for a highly experimental program.

-in this au, Kallus is much more reserved during the first couple of seasons. The entire time he works as a Fulcrum agent. He takes on the task of The Ghost Rebel Cell and intentionally fails to keep any of them from getting caught, as best he can without blowing his own cover. 

-Ezra doesn't tell the Crew about Kallus until they find out. He was very conflicted about finally seeing Kallus for the first time in a few years, and having to act like they were strangers. And then having to not say a word of his old brotherly figure to his new family. 

-after having gone so long without hearing from Kallus, of Tseebo having been MIA, and of still having had no word of his parents, he came to same/similar assumptions as in canon. With Kallus, Ezra holds fear of him getting caught, of Kallus maybe having changed his mind and decided not to leave the empire. Or maybe even that he had forgotten about him entirely.

[raven0the0writer]

My friend and I were talking about what super power we would want and they said probability manipulation cause then you could technically have any power, just change the probability of you having that power to 100 and boom you got it. That sparked my brain and I decided to explore that a bit :3

TW: physical abuse, death, food-based trauma, bad foster system

Sometimes, a person is born, and no one knows. Sometimes a mother is on her own, and sometimes she dies. Sometimes, a baby is left somewhere no one could find them. After all, what are the chances that a random person would wander into a specific abandoned building in a specific town in a specific state at a specific time, just in time to save a child crying by his mother’s corpse? Usually, the chances would be pretty low. But sometimes, the stars align just right for a life to be saved. And if the baby had something to do with its miraculous rescue? Well, I guess no one would be the wiser. After all, who could guess a baby could change its fate?

5 years later

“Timothy! Wake up! It’s your first day of school!”

Those were the first words he heard on this fateful day. He hadn’t had the worst time so far, bouncing from home to home, but now there was a new element to the mix. He watches as the category “school” appears in his brain. Other people don’t talk about their categories, so neither does he. Maybe it’s just something people don’t mention. A five year old wouldn’t know the difference between a well known secret and an individualized experience, after all. He decides to look through the category while he readies himself, dressing in his favorite yellow t-shirt that’s a few sizes too big and his favorite shorts, worn from years of use and hanging off his bony hips with only a threadbare belt with a few extra holes to keep it up. In the category he finds many things he’s seen in other categories such as “make a friend” and “enjoy the morning/lunchtime/evening”, but there’s other options as well such as “bus crash” or “the teacher gets your name wrong”. All in all, he quite likes the probabilities for the day, as far as he can understand them, and decides to leave them as is.

School:

Make a friend: 72.6%

Enjoy the morning: 12.4%

Enjoy lunchtime: 50.2%

Enjoy evening: 04.2%

Be liked: 47.3%

Bus crash: 01.1%

Teacher gets your name wrong: 10.1%

There is an emergency: 00.1%

He knows there are other things that could happen, but those are the most likely, and the ones he most cares about. If he really tried he could see the probability of every little thing that could happen that day, he could also see the probabilities of things that could happen that week, or even that year, or even for his entire life. But that’s a bit overwhelming for a five year old to take in, so he likes to stick to the day. He used to change the probabilities all the time, before he realized that changing the probability of one thing always changed the probability of multiple things. When he was born, he only saw two probabilities:

You die: 99.9%

You live: 00.1%

He didn’t really understand what they meant, but due to the nature of his power he could get the gist. He changed his probability of living to 100%, and ever since, he tended to have lower probabilities for things that would help him survive. The first home he was placed in, the probability of having guardians that cared about him was lower than 50%, he decided to keep those odds and went to a house with a junkie who forgot to feed him most of the time and used all the stipends to buy more drugs. Every day there was a probability that someone would find out what was going on and move him to a new house. Every day that probability was in the 20s or lower. So he decided to take matters into his own hands for the first time since he was born. He changed it to 100%. That changed the probabilities around enough that someone came and robbed the house, found him half dead from starvation, and took him to the closest orphanage where they just barely managed to bring him back to a healthy state. That was a scary time. Every day there had been a probability of whether he lived another day. Every day he moved it so it would be above 80. That was when he learned he didn’t need it to be 100 for something as ambiguous as whether he would survive. After all, the definition of survive has quite a bit of leeway and covers a lot of ground. You can survive on no sleep for weeks. You can survive with no food for months. You can even survive your heart stopping if it gets back going fast enough. Eventually he was placed with another family. Then another, and another. Until now, he is with his fifth family and he’s considering changing the probabilities to be able to leave them. They’re better than most families he’s been with. They leave him to fend for himself most days, scrounging whatever food he can from the kitchen, putting himself to bed, finding ways to entertain himself. He’s even able to look at the probabilities for ideas of what to do for fun, even see the probabilities of what will bring him joy to do.

Today though, he’s going to kindergarten. He’ll ride the bus for the first time. He’s not entirely sure where the bus stop is, and he doesn’t expect his guardian to show him, so he’ll just check the probabilities. See which street has a higher chance of him making it to the bus stop on time until eventually he gets there. As he’s checking his possible routes, he starts getting his lunch ready and packing his rugged blue backpack with a missing strap.

All packed up and with his chosen route in mind, he starts off towards the bus. Eventually he reaches a place where everywhere he looks the probability of him reaching the bus on time is lower than right where he is, so he figures he must be at the bus stop. Sure enough, the bus soon comes and he gets on. The ride to school is pretty uneventful, there was a time that a car ignored a red light and almost rammed the bus, but they hadn’t started moving soon enough for that to happen. Now the probability of getting in an accident was 00.0%. One disaster avoided, pretty good day so far.

He gets to school and finds his classroom without much trouble, watching the probabilities to find it. One downside of his power is that there is nothing to show what can naturally cause a probability to change, however he can make an educated guess. With that in mind, he immediately goes to introduce himself to his teacher and introduces himself as Tim. That is his least hated version of his name, as he is not overly fond of his name in general. The probability of the teacher getting his name wrong decreases to 03.1%. Not perfect, but it will have to do. Only thing he could do now to make it lower would be to manipulate it with his power, but he’s already learned that manipulating one probability can change the others in ways he doesn’t quite know how to predict yet. He leaves it alone for now.

The bell rings signaling the start of class. The teacher starts the roll call. The teacher calls him Tim. The probability goes away.

As the day goes on, he keeps to himself and keeps his head down, but notices that the probability of him making a friend is slowly ticking down as well. He wonders if it really matters all that much. After all, he’s survived this long and never had a friend before. He decides he doesn’t need a friend, they’d probably just get annoying and mean like his guardians. He lets it tick down, watching it speed up as his resolve to not make a friend strengthens.

Lunch is enjoyable. He is left alone to his lunch meat sandwich and carrot sticks he had prepared this morning. Through the years he has found he likes being alone. People tend to complicate things. They make the probabilities harder to track. He doesn’t like when the probabilities act up. So he avoids people as much as possible.

It’s the end of the day. He successfully avoided interaction with anyone. The bus ride home is just as uneventful as the one to school. More so even due to the lack of a near miss by an inattentive driver.

He finds his way home with the probabilities, which road is most likely to lead him to the house. When he gets inside, no one greets him. He hears laughter from another room. His guardian is watching television again. He heads to the kitchen to grab something for dinner, some leftover soup, before heading to his room for the night.

The next day he repeats the motions of the day before. Making sure nothing will kill him today as he tries to get through kindergarten. The year passes with nothing remarkable happening and by the next year he is still under the care of the same guardian. He has decided being ignored is better than being hit and that at least he still has access to food and a comfortable bed. He’ll stay for now.

[starry-lemonaid]

Hiiiii so this ended up so so much longer than I meant it to and I didn’t even write most of them 😭 Sorry im physically unwell about your au lol. Some are definitely only your au specific others are really any teenager au :>>>>>

Team Bolas would carry around a tamagotchi and pass it off every so often. Rn Carre has it >:3

Since you have it canonized that Pac and Mike are neighbors in this, and in canon they were in an orphanage: Adopted and fostercare pac and Mike. (Pac eventually adopted by his foster dad and mom — who happens to be pals with Cellbit’s mom — and Mike still in foster care, but more in a permanent sense)

Like. Have you seen Alexa and Katie? That’s how I picture the two of them with being neighbors. 

Team Bolas will go to roller skating rinks with the sluttiest and most fabulous outfits known to man

I don’t know the status of Skeppy in this story but he’s the kid that everyone on the team (soulfire) knows about without ever having actually met him because of Bbh

Like in canon, Carre almost never talks in the gc (despite being present a ton of the time), but when he does it’s a fucking *hit* (aka he’s amazing) (aka holding out for a Carre mention in either fic /j /lh /t)

One time all of Bolas’ spirit days for their respective schools lined up and they all collaborated to wear gas masks. They do this for Halloween too. 

(I’m a scare actor) Team Bolas goes to Haunted Attractions together every Autumn and each of them are little babies about it in different ways (I have ideas about what types of customers they’d be for the scare actors omg)  

In the Bolas Minecraft server they have builds that relate to Jrwi and Ordem Paranormal (like Cellbit’s castle in canon) (I have no idea how that’d work with Bagi) 

BBQ’s with Foolish and his big family just. Are chaos incarnate 

Slime and Baghera once got really really into karaoke at a hotel and got a noise complaint 

Somewhere in his lore: Child actor slime who used to work with Niki (as well as a buncha other people). The two of them got extremely screwed over by the company — Showfall. (Like, them exploiting Slime’s hypermobility to the point where it genuinely hurts him, or scaring Niki with gunshots just because she’d sit there and take it so’s not to ruin her “nice” cover with skating) (genloss)

I’m still not quite over BAGI AND MIKE being the two to see Cellbit and PAC first after their fight. The two people who care the most about them being the ones to see each other bloody and sobbing and Jesus Christ. Not really a headcanon but. Omg. Trauma? 

TW PARANOIA: Cellbit gets really really bad psychosis and paranoia sometimes that his friends have learned to help him down out of (you’ve written him so so ocd. It’s lovely — not for him, but for us) 

Bpd q!cellbit 🤝 Bipolar q!Pac (in your au) (someday I’ll go into depth about this. That day it’s over for the rest of y’all)

Adore that Tazercraft prankwarring each other is canon in at least one of your series’ fics. I don’t know how their mind link would translate in this buttttttt I think it fits them very well

I also think they’d have a little collection of crap they’ve stolen from different rinks they’ve traveled to 

The seven of bolas have matching friendship bracelets 

(Sorry most of these are just Tazercraft and Bolas. I’m so insanely unwell about them in your au) 

i’m literally right about to go to bed so i apologize if this isn’t coherent but i love all of these so much!

-in thr chat fic Bolas actually has smth like that! it’s name is iris (like their creature from purgatory) and you’re correct in the fact rn carre has it in the irl fic! :D

-that’s how i imagine it to be in the chat fic au! idk how it translates into irl one but in my mind it’s a similar situation!!

-you’re so right for this actually i will be drawing this

-skeppy lore! he’s a hockey skater at the soul fire rink :) i might make a one shot about him and bad soon :)

-THERES A CARRE MENTION IN THE NEXT TO CHAPTERS I SWEAR (/lh)

-i see your head cannon and raise you: they made their own gas masks one year out of monster cans because Phil raised the point if “our actual ones risk breaking if we wear them to school” (i made my own bolas mask out of monster cans lmaooo)

-(that’s so cool omg?) the way i would read the hell outta that- (i’m such baby when it comes to those things so i’ve never actually gone but i’ve always wanted to participate in it)

-BOLAS MINECRAFT SERVER!!! IRONICALLY THATS CANNON!!!!

-Foolish and Phil’s families at fourth of july BBQs? the fireworks are crazy

-lmao i almost put that in the 10th chapter and then didn’t 😭

-I FORGOT ABOUT GENLOSS LORE OMG *notes that down to use later*

:P no regerts (i had to tone it down when i was writing it )

i feel like the fact i’ve written him ocd when i wrote him similar to me says smth…(my psychiatrist said i have ocd tendencies lmaoooo)

im so intrigued about this because i didn’t realize they lined up with that- ngl they’re just me if i got to go feral a little more when i was 11

you know those online friends that you message like every sing,e thing about your day to? like you liveblog your life to them? that’s how pac and mike are! :D

its cannon to the irl!!! if not stated otherwise all oneshots are irl universe (i’ll say what chapter it correlates to if it’s a chat fic one) and they absolutely have stolen things- especially cuz for a while people would bring tradables to comp so the two of them absolutely stole each others trandeables when they were younger

THEY DO!!!! they have multiple!!! rn they all have hand made beaded ones that say “BOLAS” on ‘‘em!

(you’re so right tho i love them and i didn’t even write abiut them that much

[am0ng-us-sus]

A Mother's Love

Part three: Recovery

TW: This chapter has implied/referencd self-harm and implied/referenced attempted suicide,these implications are not graphic in anyway,but are implied a few times. On the lighter side of things,eating/sleep disorders are mentioned breifly,sex is very lightly implied at one or two points

When Luka woke up,she felt fingers running through her hair.

She looked up at Meiko.

'Good morning.'

Meiko didn't say anything back. She was obviously exausted.

'Go get some sleep,okay?'

Meiko nodded and got up,walking to the bedroom to lay down.

Kawane stirred on the couch.

'Hmm...?'

'Good morning,baby. How are you feeling?'

'A lot better,actually...'

Luka pressed a hand to Kawane's forehead. She was back to a normal temperature.

'Do you still feel sick at all?'

'My head hurts a little...'

'Well,you should probably take more medicine just in case.'

Luka got up to get more medicine,returning with a small medicine cup.

'Here.'

Kawane took the medicine,it was supposed to taste like... Grape? Wild berry? She didn't know,either way,it tasted awful.

'I'll get you something to wash it down with. Stay here.'

Luka went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle with a sweet blue drink inside.

She walked back to Kawane and handed it to her.

'Here,take small sips just in case your stomach is still upset.'

Kawane took the drink and opened the cap,taking a small sip.

'If you can keep that down for a few minutes,feel free to drink some more,just be careful and come get me if you feel like you need to be sick again,I'll be cooking breakfast.

Kawane laid back on the couch,the spot where she was laying still felt very warm.

She sighed. What was she going to do? She couldn't stay with her aunt forever... She knew that Luka would take care of her,but she wasn't her mom... She couldn't sign her up for school,special programs,or pretty much anything that required the permission of a legal guardian. She guessed that she'd go to an orphanage or foster home,either way,she would be leaving here eventually... What Meiko said yesterday... Was a lie. She would have to leave Kawane eventually. She couldn't stay here... But she wished she could...

Why can't they be my moms? I-I really want them to be,but... They never will be... They're already busy with my cousin... I guess... I guess I'll just have to see what happens next,it's not like I can really do anything to change what's gonna happen to me...

-----

'Sakine! Breakfast!'

Sakine came scampering over to the table.

'Here you go,dear.'

Luka set a plate in front of her.

'Pace yourself,okay? Please just go slowly... Your mother has made herself sick way too many times by eating too fast...'

Sakine nodded and slowed her pace a bit.

Luka picked up another plate and walked over to Kawane,who was lying on the couch again.

'Oh,do you feel sick again?'

'No,I-I'm just bored...'

'You sure? I have some food for you,and I don't want you to eat it if you feel sick.'

'I'm okay,I promise! And... I'm really hungry,actually...'

'Okay,then... I tried my best to give you some foods that would go easy on your stomach...'

She handed Kawane a plate,there was a small bowl of oatmeal,a cut up banana,and some strawberries.

'T-this is for me?'

'Yes,do... Do you not like it?'

'No,it's wonderful... It's just... This is so nice of you...'

'It's nothing,really? I just... I don't see how serving you some breakfast is... That special?'

'No... I meant... Taking care of m-me... I-it's n-nice of you- I guess,I- uhm- I just- T- That's what I meant,you know,I'm sorry I phrased it incorrectly,I-'

'No,no,it's okay,I understand now~'

Kawane went silent and started eating her food.

-----

Meiko walked into the kitchen.

'Hey,there,Mei! I... I want to talk to Kawane about something... I called her mother,but... I want to hear what she has to say... I- I guess I have to explain what my sister-in-law said,first... It's- It's gonna be hard,but I have to... You need to know what she said...'

Meiko hugged her.

'Well,then,take all the time you need.'

She said,keeping Luka in her arms.

'Okay,well... My sister-in-law disowned Kawane... Because... Because of something she can't really control... I'm sure you've noticed that she's... A bit different from other kids her age. And... And my sister-in-law didn't want to deal with it... So she kicked her out... I- I asked if Kawane was getting fed,a-a-and I- s-she-'

Meiko nuzzled Luka's cheek.

'It's okay,take a small break if you need.'

Luka took a moment to breathe and relax in Meiko's embrace.

'She said that... That she didn't g-get fed when s-she was a-annoying... L-like me... And-and she told me- that statement p- probably sounded f-f- familiar to me- and- and I- I- I- r- remembered when my f- father beat me r- really badly because I said I w- was hungry even though I couldn't e- eat that day... I- I was so scared and-'

Luka started sobbing.

'Shhh,shhh... You're safe,you're safe... I know... That... That wasn't okay for her to say.'

Meiko squeezed her tighter.

'That's all... I guess...'

'Okay... How about we talk to her now?'

Luka nodded.

Meiko wiped the tears off of Luka's cheeks with her thumb,kissing her on the forehead.

'Come on,let's go.'

-----

'Kawane,we need to talk to you for a minute.'

Kawane looked up from her book at Meiko,who was standing next to Luka.

'I- I- uhm- y- yes?'

'Don't worry,you're not in trouble or anything.'

Luka said calmly.

'Come,let's sit at the table.'

Meiko held out a hand to Kawane,helping her up. The three walked to the table in the kitchen,sitting down,Luka and Meiko sitting across from Kawane.

'Now,dear... I called your mother yesterday,but she didn't give me as much detail as I'd like.... Can you tell me more about the situation?'

Kawane looked away,nodding.

'Y- yeah... So... So I got mad about something and I- I messed up my bedroom because I was angry... I really didn't want to... I just... I didn't know how else to get the anger out... And I- I couldn't control it... It just... Happened... And m- my mother told me that s- she didn't want me anymore... And that I was too much... She'd been threatening t- to disown me for a while... But she actually did it t- this time... A- and s- she- she- t- told m- me that we w- were going to a p- park... And she d- drove me really far away to a park I- I'd never been to,before and s- said that she was going to buy some i- ice-cream b- but she never came back... I- I waited the entire day b- but she never came b- back and I- I was scared of the other people there,s- so I tried t- to find somewhere else to g- go and I s- slept in an allyway and- and then the next morning i- it started raining and then that's w- when you found m- me...'

'Okay... Thank you for telling us,baby... That really helped me understand what was going on.'

Luka said,reaching her hand across the table to hold Kawane's.

'It's okay to cry,you can let it all out,it's okay. We won't judge.'

Kawane froze for a second,her face visibly gaining an angry expression,then she started clawing at her own arms.

Luka quickly got up and rushed over to restrain Kawane.

'Don't do that,you're hurting yourself,I know you're mad,but we can express our negative emotions in a way that doesn't hurt you... Meiko,can you please grab a few pencils?'

Meiko was confused,but grabbed a pack of pencils from a drawer in the kitchen,giving them to Luka.

'Here.'

Luka gave one to Kawane,who snapped the pencil,still crying.

She snapped pencil after pencil until she felt a little better.

'Can you tell me how you felt right there? Why did you get so angry?'

Meiko watched the interaction silently.

'I- I felt angry at myself b- because I feel like nobody wants me because I'm so wierd and I- I can't be normal... And I'm crazy... I- I want to be... Not crazy... I want p- people to like me... I- I want... A home...'

'Hey,hey... You're not wierd... You're definitely not 'normal' but being normal... It's so bland,isn't it? Nobody I'm friends with is 'normal' persay. Well... Exept coworkers,but they're boring. It's okay to be different. It's a good thing. You're not crazy,okay? You're a sane person. This isn't something you can control,you were born this way,alright? And that's good. It's good to be you. It's not crazy,you just think a little differently,don't you? It means you have such a creative and cool view of the world,and you're so so special for that. I know it's hard to feel like people don't want you,it's easy for someone like you to get made fun of. But those people are just meanies. They only want to put people down because they feel insecure. I promise,dear,you're very very special to me and Meiko,okay? We love you so so much no matter what,and you can stay here as long as you need,okay? Remember,there are others out there that are like you. They're a bit different,but that's okay. You're not alone,don't forget that. There are so many people out there who can relate and can help you feel loved. You're the sweetest little girl and I wish I could just show you how much you mean to me,but it would be impossible,wouldn't it? You're special,you're not crazy,and you're so so kind and smart. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.'

Kawane hugged Luka tightly.

'M-Mama... I love you... T-thank y-you...'

'...Mama?'

Luka whispered,almost tearing up.

Kawane pulled away after a few moments,rubbing her eyes.

'Hey... You know what?'

Luka put a hand on Kawane's cheek.

'Sakine has ADHD,did you know that?'

'S- she does? She's like m- me?'

'Sort of... ADHD is entirely different then what you have,but it's simalar in some ways. You should go talk to her,you two would get along nicely. She's really into horses,you know...'

'Horses? Really? She loves horses,too? Has she ever seen one? Does she have a lot of books about horses?'

'How about you go ask her? She'd love to play with someone. She can get pretty lonely being an only-child.'

Kawane ran off to Sakine's room,shaking her hands exitedly.

'Lukita?'

'Hm?'

'I know you said Kawane was a bit different,but... I'm confused?'

Luka sat back down next to Meiko.

'I think it's time you knew something very important about Kawane...'

-----

Kawane knocked on Sakine's bedroom door nervously.

'Yes? Come in~'

Kawane hesitated before slowly opening the door.

'Kawane? Are you alright? Do you need something?'

'Uhhh... I... I wanted t-to p-play with you?'

'Wait,really?'

Sakine's eyes lit up

'Y-yeah... I heard you l-like horses? I-I do,too...'

'Yeah! I love horses!! Come sit down!'

Sha patted the area on the bed next to her.

Kawane slowly walked over and sat down.

'D-do you have any books? About horses?'

'Yeah! I have lots!! Like this one! It's got a lot of cool pictures! Oh-wait! There's also this one! It has mostly words,but it's still cool! Oh-oh-and here's one on how to draw horses and-'

Kawane seemed a bit overwhelmed. Sakine took a breath and calmed down a bit.

'Anyways,what's your favorite horse breed?'

'Uhm... Clydesdale...'

'Wow! I really like those,too!'

'Did you know that they're endangered?'

'No,really? They are?'

-----

'Oh,I see... What can I do to understand her more?'

Asked Meiko

'Well,you can do research,and try to spend more time with her. Try to make her feel loved,okay? She... She has a hard time with that... And I don't want her to turn out like me...'

'You turned out wonderful,Lukes~'

'You know what I meant...'

She said as Meiko took her hands.

Meiko leaned forwards and whispered into Luka's ear

'I can make you feel loved right now~'

Luka shuddered

'N-not r-right now,dear... Maybe later tonight...'

Meiko pulled back to look into Luka's eyes,seeing that her cheeks were red.

'You get so flustered,it's adorable...'

'Stoppp...'

'Never!'

Meiko laughed

-----

'Oh... I'm sorry about that,Kawane... I get made fun of,too... But you know what? If anyone tries to bully you when I'm around,they'll be sorry! I promise to protect you!'

'You... Will?'

'Of course! Nobody is going to be mean to my s-cousin on my watch!'

Sakine had almost said 'sister' instead... She wished Kawane was her sister... Secretly,Kawane wished the same...

-----

It had gotten late and the girls were still in Sakine's room.

'Let's go check on the girls real quick.'

Luka suggested

The couple got up and walked to their daughter's room

Luka knocked

Nothing

She slowly opened the door to see...

The girls were both asleep on Sakine's bed,obviously having dozed off. Kawane was splayed out on her stomach with Sakine laying across her back. They were surrounded by books,and both sleeping soundly.

The couple both almost melted from how cute the scene was.

Meiko picked up Sakine and tucked her in,Kawane started to feel around for her cousin.

'Where... Sister?'

'Aww... How sweet...'

Said Meiko as she picked up Kawane and set her next to Sakine,who immediately wrapped her arms around her cousin. Kawane stilled instantly.

Luka cleared the books off the bed and then walked over to Meiko. The taller woman put an arm around her wife's waist,taking Luka's hand and interlocking their fingers.

'They're so cute... I knew they'd get along...'

Meiko nodded.

'Come on,Mei... Let's leave them alone for the night... Besides... I want to talk to you about something...'

The two exited,Meiko turned off the lights as she walked out the door,closing it behind her.

In the hallway,Meiko turned to face Luka.

'Now,what did you need to talk to me about?'

Luka took Meiko's hands in her own.

'Well... Do you remember the last night of our honeymoon?'

Meiko suddenly pulled her in by the waist.

'Oh,darling... How could I forget?'

She whispered,starting to kiss Luka's neck

As much as Luka wanted to collapse into Meiko and let her carry her to the bed,that wasn't what Luka had meant,and what she wanted to say was important

'N-no Meiko-n-not that...'

She pulled away slightly,just so that Meiko would stop kissing her for a minute. She felt her face go red,and tried to hide her blush by burying her face in Meiko's shoulder.

'Oh,I'm sorry... What did you mean,then?'

Meiko tried not to laugh

'I-it's not funny...'

'Oh,are you sure about that? I love how I can fluster you so easily...'

'A-anyways... Do you remember what you said to me?'

'Sorry,dear,I don't remember saying anything significant to you that night...'

Luka pulled back to look Meiko in the eyes.

'You asked me... What was next for us...'

'Oh,yeah,I remember that!'

'Do you remember anything else about that conversation?'

'Well,I think I asked you about getting a house... Or... Starting a buisness together or something...'

'Anything... Else?'

'No,sorry... My brain is kinda foggy on that...'

'Y-you asked me if... If... If I wanted to have more children...'

Meiko blushed slightly

'What are you saying?'

'Well... What if I did want more children now...? Would you still want another kid?'

'I-uhm-y-yes,of course!'

'You don't sound like you mean it...'

'N-no,I do,this is just so sudden,I didn't expect you to ask this out of the blue like this... Would we be adopting,or...'

'Yes,adopting...'

'How old of a child would you be looking to adopt? Like would you maybie want to raise a child from only a few months or-'

'Thirteen...'

'Oddly specific,but okay.'

'You really are oblivious,aren't you? I want to adop Kawane.'

'Really? W-we can do that?'

'So your answer is yes?'

'Yes! YES!!'

Luka hugged Meiko tightly

'We're having another baby...'

Luka whispered

Meiko smiled

'Well,LuLu,let's start by figuring out what paperwork we need to fill out~'

'Maybie tomorrow... Besides,we need to ask Kawane what she thinks. But for now... Let's start with... Going to bed.'

Luka kissed Meiko and wrapped her arms around her wife's waist.

'I'm getting mixed signals,here. What do you mean by 'go to bed',huh?'

'I mean... Do you remember the last night of our honeymoon,or...?'

Meiko chuckled and picked up Luka,carrying her to the bedroom.

-----

Luka awoke the next morning,Meiko was snoring and drooling a bit next to her. Luka could tell she was sleeping very heavily.

She stood up,her lower back ached a bit. She threw on some clothes,attempting to make herself look decent in the mirror,her hair was an absolute mess. She eventually gave up and decided to just brush it later.

She looked back at Meiko before walking over,pulling the blanket over her bare shoulders.

Just remember to put clothes on before you leave the room this time...

Luka walked out of the room,twisting the lock before closing the door so that the girls couldn't accidentally walk in.

Luka found her hairbrush in the bathroom,she attempted to brush her hair,but it was much easier and less of a hastle when Meiko did it for her.

She decided to wait for her partner to help her.

She made her way to the kitchen,her legs ached really badly.

Jesus Christ,I'm only twenty-one!

Luka pushed the pain aside and started on breakfast.

'Hey,Mama! Uhm... What happened to your hair?'

'Uh... B-bad hair-day.'

Sakine seemed to accept that answer,but Kawane stared at her knowingly.

Luka avoided her gaze,trying to focus on the food she was preparing,but she felt Kawane just staring at her.

Luka glanced over.

Kawane tilted her head a little,shifting her weight.

Eventually,she walked towards the basket of fruit on the counter,as she passed behind Luka,she whispered;

'You have a mark on your neck.'

Luka stiffened and walked to the bathroom.

She dug around for some band-aids in the drawer.

When she exited the bathroom... The food was burning...

'Oh,shit-'

She whispered as she ran over to the stove,turning it off.

She groaned,slumping forwards against the counter.

Today was not a great day for her so far...

-----

Meiko walked out of the bedroom to see Luka was not having a great time...

She was slumped forwards over the countertop,her head in her hands as the smell of burnt food filled the room. Good thing they hadn't fixed the fire alarm yet,otherwise it would be going crazy.

Meiko threw the burnt food in the garbage can,setting the pan in the sink.

She wrapped her arms around Luka from behind,Luka straightened her posture so that she was standing normally.

'Hey,what happened?'

'Everything hurts,my hair is a mess,and I burnt the food because Kawane spotted a mark on my neck and I had to run to the bathroom to cover it up before Sakine saw it!'

'Oh,heh... Sorry...'

'I told you to be careful about that! We have a kid now!'

Luka hissed out

'And another one on the way~'

'Stop acting like one of us is pregnant!'

'I'm not,I'm just saying-'

'Just- Just get away from me right now!'

'Oh... Okay... Sorry...'

Meiko let go of Luka and walked to the couch. Fortunately,the girls had gone into Sakine's room to escape the smoke smell,so they hadn't heard any of the quarrel between their mothers...

Meiko didn't really know what to say or do now... She felt a little hurt if she was honest.

'Luka...'

'I don't want to hear it!'

Meiko felt as if Luka had thrown a spear through her heart. The two almost never fought,and when they did,it was either about stupid stuff,or they apologized really quickly to the other,but... This was different. Meiko tried not to cry as she hung her head.

Luka heard the stifled sobs,but she didn't care. She was pissed.

... Until she wasn't.

Luka suddenly felt really bad,she hurt Meiko's feelings,made her cry. That wasn't the kind of person she wanted to be. She loved Meiko. She didn't want her to cry...

Luka walked off to the bathroom,grabbing her hairbrush and sat next to Meiko on the couch when she returned.

She placed the brush in Meiko's lap.

Meiko looked at the brush,then back at Luka

'Meiko... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you.'

Meiko pulled her into a tight hug,crying even more.

'Oh,you're so sensitive... Such a big softie...'

Luka said affectionately

'I'm sorry! I-I love y-y-you!'

'I love you,too. I hope you can forgive me...'

Meiko simply hugged her even tighter.

'Oh,you big teddy bear... Hey,hey,it's okay,I'm so sorry,baby...'

Meiko pulled herself together and let go of Luka,wiping her wet cheeks.

'S-so you want me to brush your h-hair?'

'If you'd be okay with it...'

Meiko didn't say anything else,she placed Luka in her lap and started to brush her long hair.

After she was done,Meiko hugged her tightly from behind.

Luka groaned softly

'Something wrong?'

'My back and legs hurt...'

'Oh? Was I just that good last night?'

Meiko joked

'Stoppp...'

'You didn't answer me~'

'And I'm not going to.'

'Anyways... We should talk to Kawane soon.'

Meiko said

'I... I don't know...'

'Oh? Why so hesitant all of a sudden?'

Luka held one of Meiko's wrists,tracing over the scars with her soft fingers.

'I just... I'm afraid she won't want to... Be our daughter...'

'Luka... She loves you so much... She called you 'Mama' remember? She did the same with me the other day. She called Sakine her 'sister' she obviously wants to be here,why would you doubt that?'

'I don't... I don't know... I'm just... Nervous I guess... This is a big thing...'

Luka said quietly before planting a soft kiss on a scar that was rather new,the scab from the blade still on Meiko's wrist.

'Darling,we need to keep these ones covered up,I'd hate for you to get an infection... And... Remember to come to me whenever you're feeling like you want to harm yourself...'

Meiko let out a sigh

'I know... It's just hard sometimes... Even with you around... That relapse a week ago was... Scary...'

'I know,but you're getting much much better,okay? Let be get some bandages.'

When Luka returned with the first-aid kit,she immediately started treating the fresh wounds.

'I'm so glad that you're feeling better now. I know you... Went through a rough spot a few years back... That was... I... I was so scared for you...'

She said as she dabbed alcohol onto the cuts with a cotton-ball

'I know,Pop-Tart... I'm so sorry I made you worry.'

'You don't need to apologize,okay? Never apologize for something like that. It was a problem that put your life in danger at some points,you shouldn't apologize for making me worry,okay? You almost died... Several times...'

Luka started to wrap a white bandage around one of Meiko's arms.

'...Luka?'

'Yes?'

'... You saved me. You... You saved my life,okay? I-I love you so much and I'm so glad that I found someone like you and... I... You... Helped me so so much...'

Luka finished the second arm and crawled into Meiko's lap,resting her head on her wife's shoulder.

Meiko hugged her tightly

'You're my little angel...'

'You've helped me a lot,too...'

'Really?'

'Of course. You've helped me so much with my anxiety,my insomnia,my anorexia... Thank you...'

Meiko started to cry,burying her face into Luka's hair.

The two stayed there,resting in each-other's arms.

Luka started to drift off in Meiko's embrace,but another pain shot through her back and she winced

'Your back is really bothering you,huh?'

'Yeah...'

Meiko laid Luka on her stomach on the couch. She turned and positioned herself so that she was straddling Luka's legs. She started to rub Luka's back firmly.

Luka sighed as the pain melted away.

'That feel good?'

'Yeah... Thanks...'

'I'm sorry... I'll go easier on you next time...'

'It's okay...'

'But I hurt you!'

'No,I'm just not in wonderful shape. I need to start exercising more now that my eating habbits are a bit better.'

After a while,Kawane entered the room.

'Ah,I see you've gotten changed?'

Said Luka upon seeing her niece dressed in fresh clean clothes.

'Uhh... Yeah...'

She glanced towards Meiko's wrists,though didn't make any comment.

Meiko noticed and glanced over at Kawane.

She didn't say anything,looking away from the bandages after a while.

'Kawane... Can we talk to you for a minute?'

Luka said,sitting up.

Kawane nodded hesitantly.

Here goes nothing...

'Kawane... We both love you so much,and I know you currently don't really have parents or a home to stay in long-term,but me and Meiko love you more than you could imagine... We want you safe and happy... And you know that we'd let you live here as long as you need,but... I know that really isn't enough... As this isn't really 'your home' or anything... And I know that you really need someone to look up to who can help you with all your problems and help you understand yourself and heal some of those wounds left by your mother and father... And... We were wondering if... Uhm... Kawane... We... We want to adopt you.'

Kawane was speechless for a few seconds.

'You... You want me?'

'Yes,baby,we love you so much.'

Said Meiko

'You... You really want me? T-to be your daughter? S-somebody actually wants me?'

'Oh,Kawane...'

Luka said softly

Kawane ran up to the couch and threw herself onto Luka,hugging her tightly.

Luka winced as her back started to hurt again,but she hugged the girl tightly as Kawane cried into Luka's chest.

'I-I have a Mama now? A-a real one?'

'Yes,baby. Yes you do...'

'And a Mamí,too!'

Said Meiko,leaning over to hug the two tightly

'A-and a Mommy,too...'

She whispered to herself

'Hey,what's going on in here?'

Asked Sakine as she walked into the room

'Sakine... You have a little sister now!'

Said Meiko excitedly

'What?'

'KiKi... We're going to figure out whatever we need to do to adopt Kawane.'

Said Luka

'I... I have a sister now?'

Sakine jumped into Luka's arms as well,both Luka and Kawane got the air knocked out of them for a second,as Sakine's entire 155 lbs of weight came flying at the two,barreling into them at full speed.

Kawane squeaked in surprise

'Oof- KiKi- I'm more fragile then Meiko,be careful,okay?'

The four hugged onto each-other,welcoming their new member to the family.

Kawane,sitting in the embrace of her new family,finally,for once in her life,felt truly loved and knew that everything was going to be okay.

[cerenemuxse]

More Humanized T&F stuff with more peeps. It just tidbits this time.

Edit (3/19/2024): OUTDATED

tw/cw: mentions of transphobia, foster care / adoption

Rebecca is an English-born Indonesian. She's a pan demi-woman, and their pronouns are she/her and they/them (the latter also applies to EoSR!). She works in a school, as a school official (the ones who keep an eye on the school grounds but not the police), and latter as a counselor. They may be buff and strong but she has feelings. 😭 They is quite tall, taller than 5'6". She married Gordon in her thirties, who they met at the school they works at.

Gordon became the new principal when Rebecca had been at the school for a couple years. There were rumors going around the school that she picked up from a few students that they often speaks to. These rumors claimed that Gordon had been stripped from his previous job as a principal at another school and went under a different name. This was all false when Rebecca confronted him about it, which was their first private interaction. They has met him before but that was in group meetings.

Gordon is the oldest and only living brother of Scott (Flying Scotsman), though he's slightly shorter stature makes it seem like he's the youngest. He would take it as a compliment if Scott didn't rub it in his face though. All I have is that he's British or at least has lighter skin. 💃 He's also demiromantic straight. That's about it. Rebecca probably calls him some cat related nickname because of his face. (HE LOOKS LIKE A CAT, A PATHETIC ONE AT THAT. ESPECIALLY HIS MODEL ERA FACES)

Speaking of siblings, Emily and James aren't biological siblings. Emily's parents adopted James after his parents abandoned him and was taken to an orphanage, having been to two foster homes. He's much better now. I'm saying this rn because they're both black. Emily is a black British aroace cis-woman and James is a French-born Moroccan bisexual man. He hates his parents with a burning passion, who tried coming back into his life. Emily is 8 years older than him.

James loves doing drag. He's not letting anyone stop him. He also loves fashion, especially making it, which has led him to chase his dream of becoming a fashion designer. It's a very long journey but he knows he'll get there. Good for him! <3 Oh, and he does crotchet! He's been doing it since he was adopted. Mock him and you can expect him to start throwing shit. Don't disturb the crotecheting Jimmy. He also listens to Lizzo, Corneille, and Stromae religiously because I said so. But what James currently works as? Probably a bartender at a bar or cafe. Not much, but he's trying. :'D

Emily and Edward are childhood best friends, somewhat starting off as pen pals after Edward's family moved to back to Scotland for a couple years. In their teen years, Edward or Emily would make trips to visit each other. James heard and saw him but he never got to talk to him.

Speaking of Edward, when he came out, he believed his parents were supportive. The way they acted was becoming questionable up until he left. One day he tries calling them and he finds out his number was blocked. He tried numerous times before contacting his siblings, who tell him the truth. His parents were supportive on the outside just so they could get rid of him sooner. He feels very confused about it. Like aye, but naw? His parents haven't contacted him ever since he left to be on his own. He's still in contact with his siblings, starting a private Instagram to share stuff with them only.

How James and Edward met? I don't know. 🧍‍♀️Edward is 7 years older than James. In the old AU, they would've gotten married this year, which is my graduation year! :D My best friend pointed this out in a conversation the other day which I thought was pretty cute. It was not intentional.

Edward is also a white gay Scottish transman. He had top surgery and took hormone medication for a while. Edward is what I would consider an androgynous man, neither masculine not feminine, or he's a mixture of both. In this case, he's both. He wears whatever like James does. They'd probably wear dresses the same day because why not. Also his hair is red/ginger. 💃

I think that's it. These thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. 💀

[moonflowcr]

🖋 + ava

backstories meme.

tw: child abandonment, drug use mention, death mention, abuse

ava was born in dallas, texas, but was abandoned near a police station within few days after the was born. with drug users as parents, there was no way they could take care of her, so they left her in the orphanage to give her a better chance at life, much better than the life they could have ever provided. no one told her about this information until she was old enough to understand and honestly, ava didn’t care. there were times where she wondered what it would be like to meet them once she became an adult, but she didn’t looked for them as she supposed they would be dead.

she has been in the foster system for a very long time, going from family to family every few years. she went to high school, had a bunch of foster sibling from each family and had a somewhat normal childhood whenever she had the luck to be in some good families, but that wasn’t always the case. some of them were incredible, some of them where normal, but the last one before she turned 18 was the worst: the couple that fostered those kids were abusive parents, but they knew how to hide it very well. all ava got was some verbal abuse from the man, but there were cases where things got physical with other kids. the moment she could get out of it, she did, along with some fosters siblings that were also done with the situation. that was the last time she saw most of them.

life after getting out of her last foster home wasn’t a walk in the park, but at least improved considerably. ava was free to get a job and earn some money of her own, which she started to do with any waitressing jobs nearby. they didn’t pay well, but at least she could start saving money for her expenses. she basically lived off those in shitty apartments for a while until she saw the chance of hitchhicking and leave texas for good. work wasn’t stable and the money was steady, but she worked wherever she was as a waitress or wherever she could help in exchange of money.

having stopped on her way to california in new mexico and arizona with the help of rough-looking but nice and gentle bikers that didn’t hesitate to take her there when they were on their way there or at least getting close to california, she decided to stop in san diego, quit moving every year or two and find more jobs as a waitress with the hope of finding more stability in her life, but she was running out of money and she saw it in a flyer: a fancy stripclub was holding auditions. being a dancer was the only thing that was going to give her cash faster than ever, so she didn’t hesitate to do it and she got hired as a stripper at the age of 27. it wasn’t ideal, but ava always saw it as a temporary measure and thought that the moment she got enough money, she was going to quit. for the time being, she became faye’s roommate after overhearing a conversation about how much she needed a roommate and saw how much her life improved after that.

[theinkvendingmachine]

Tw :domestic violence and toxic foster parents and abuse and mentions of infedelity. And miscariages 

Name : mabel Pearl crowley

gender : female 

Sexuality : bisexual 

age : 23 (( in 1930)) 58 (( in 1963)) 

Apearence : slender 

height : 5 ft 3 

hair color : black 

eye color : green 

Skin color : pale

Bio

mabel pearl crowley  Was born on april 8th 1906 In kenton deleware. To charles crowley   ((1866 - 1908 ))a railroad worker and greta crowley  ( 1871 -1946 ) a home maker

she bad two older brothers peter((  july 7th 1896-august 8th 1916))  christopher (( born : april 7th 1903 l died march 6th 1966))

and a little brother named nicholas  ((( born :  november 8th 1908 died march 5th 1988)) 

somewhere in 1905 greta got pregnant with mabel after her birth on april 8th of 1906 mabels mother wanted another boy and she abandoned mabel at a orphanage 

 in 1911 mabel was taken in as a foster child at the age of 5  a couple named seth and frances rodgers who had a daughter named lily who was a baby at the time. They acted nice and loving when they saw mabel but when she went to live in their home they revealed their true motives they only fostered her for money and they treated mabel like a maid since they were incredibly lazy and selfish Her foster sister ivy grew up a spoiled and entitled brat, she would get mabel in trouble a lot. 

And if she made a mistakes like accidently dropping glasses or accidentlly cooking the wrong food for dinner they would punish her severley like beating her locking her in the basement and locking her outside in the cold.

In high school she met allison pendle who she would become longtime friends even when they worked in the same studio and became inseprable.

some say there was a little bit of a romance between the two.

in 1919 Only until they had a lot of money from fostering mabel the rodgers adopted mabel when she was 13

In 1920 

Four weeks after Mabels    14th birthday, her now adopted parents arranged for her to marry Richard holmes a wealthy young man Mabel flatly refused ph they  were furious with her rebellious behavior.

 in 1923 when she was 16 she started by cutting her hair short she would wear hair extentions to hide her bobbed hair 

she began to secretly wear flapper dresses and went to speakeasies and danced at dance competitions.

One day her adoptive parents sent her to bording school to get rid of her since their young daugher was getting married and believed  that mabel will try to steal her adoptive sisters fiance. Mabel didnt care she was glad to move out. 

The then 16 year old  mabel met  The then  18 year old Roy Frederick Davis (( 1903 -1949))

  She began dating Roy to get away from her abusive adoptive family.

He was very manipulitive and controlling.    In high school Mabel was bullied a lot by many of the kids for working at the school to pay her tuition.

In 1924 Roy proposed to Mabel she had to say yes because she worried that no one would be interested in her except for roy.

In 1924 Mabel at age 18 met Henry  stein who was 16 years old at the time the two became smitten with each other over time and momths , Mabel fell in love with Henry even though she was engaged to Roy and Henry was Roy's rival and she was 2years older than him. she waited until  henry turned 18 to date him since that would be considered romantic relations with a minor.

Roy forbade mabel from seeing or speaking to henry and her friends But mabel  rebeled.

Their marriage was not a happy one Roy was violent with Mabel  he would beat her every time she said no or made a mistake or stand up for herself. Roy would go to speakeasies and come home drunk and irritated and he would attack her in a drunken rage.  He was also cheating on her and on many occasions he wouldn't be home until very late if at all. 

Mabel didnt know he was cheating on her and he would gaslit her by saying she was " out of her mind " or " paranoid " it wasnt until in 1925 she found out.

  roy also had a gambling addiction and he would loose a lot of cash and come home angry. 

In 1925 Mabel became pregnant with twins but they ended up as a miscarriage 

Which Roy blamed Mabel for. in 1925  Mabel got pregnant with a baby girl but it ended up a miscarriage which Roy became enraged.

on october 11th  of 1928 mabel got pregnant with her and henry's first born child 

roy was out with his mistress olive.

henry was 19 and she was 22 

on july 16th 1929 mabel and henry's first born daughter audrey was born

In 1928

When Roy came home drunk and irritated  he demanded Mabel  to greet him,at this point Mabel snapped she screamed at him that he was drunk and that he needed to rest Roy laughed mockingly and he tried to kiss her but she slapped him across the face this enraged Roy he grabbed her by her neck and he began strangling her. Mabel  then kicked Roy In the crotch he let go of her and he fell to the ground. 

In 1929 after the stock market crash Roy got fired from his job as a factory worker and he came home from a speakeasy drunk and irritated at this point Mabel had had had enough of him.  She and Roy argued and it soon became physical and Roy grabbed Mabel by her hair and called Mabel a " stupid bitch of a wife!" and slapped her across the face before slamming her into a wall and then Mabel called Roy a."achoholic cheating gambling bastard"  to which he snapped. 

he began throwing glass plates at her and demanded that she clean it up at this point Mabel  snapped and screamed for him to pack his stuff and get out of her house to which he did and he stormed out of the house, with his things. 

In 1930 Mabel and Roy divorced. She was 24 years old at the time much to the frustration of her parents who tried to talk her out of divorcing roy since they were strongly against the idea of divorce.

That same year Mabel began working at Joey drew studios  As a screen writer.  Joey drew her boss was incredibly abusive towards her.  If Joey thinks that her work wasn't good enough or if she made a mistake he would slap her as hard as he could.  

In 1934 Henry and Mabel quit the studio so that Joey wouldn't hurt them again. 

Mabel started following her dreams of becoming a actress did shows on stage in local theaters and danced and did some films at a amature film studio with the help of allison pendle and her husband henry stein of course

On  october 11th 1932  Henry proposed to Mabel  with an emerald engagement ring 

and on April 24th 1933 Henry and Mabel got married and they had two more children a decade after audrey's birth.

she got in contact with her biological siblings after meeting them for the first time in years. In 1963 30 years later mabel returned to the studo with henry and the rest is history

[savefield]

⸻ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

tw for mentions of ab*se, experimentations on a child, etc

DECEMBER 20 1987. chase is born as henry joseph bennett jr.

MARCH 1991. edith bennett nee hartley, dies in a car accident, with henry sr. and chase surviving with minor to severe injuries between the two.

POST-CAR ACCIDENT: chase is sent to live with his paternal grandparents while his father recovers.

1993-1995. due to ab*se (physical & emotional) and neglect, chase is taken away into foster care and spends the next couple of years in the system.

LATE 1995. chase is taken into raccoon city orphanage where he would be subjected to different tests and experiments. during this time, he starts going by chase and often made runaway attempts, getting into trouble with the rpd for said attempts and was usually regarded as a troublemaker.

MID-1997. chase starts going to NEST one for further testing due to abnormalities detected in his brain scans and notable incidents. here, he meets dr. samuel arkwright.

JULY 1998. the spencer mansion/arklay mountains incident happens.

1998. the raccoon city outbreak occurs, chase was in NEST at this time and used the chaos to escape and has taken residency in the sewers while going to the surface for supplies now and again. he meets claire redfield during the chaos and with her help, he escapes raccoon city, along with sherry birkin and leon kennedy.

POST-RACCOON CITY TO 2001. in the chaos after the incident, chase is returned to his biological father in new york city (who moved there after chase was taken by cps). still an alcoholic but functional, henry manages to behave to an extent as someone from the government would check in every 3 to 6 months until they eventually stopped in 2000. during this time, chase would constantly leave his father’s apartment (to escape his father whenever the older man starts being belligerent) to crash at his friends’ couches or just stay out on the streets before returning back.

MAY 2001. chase permanently runs away after his drunken father gets physical, living out on the streets and learning how to steal/pickpocket.

SEPT 2002. after living on the streets for over a year (getting into various brawls and trouble with the cops), chase runs into (literally since he was in a bit of a rush) claire redfield, whom he hadn't seen since 1998.

[soft-boi-eli]

OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

[mania-labs]

MAE (매) is the second oldest member of the four-piece band, MANIA!, and is best known for his positions as the drummer + visual. born in 1997 and fluent in both english + korean, MAE is from australia. MAE’s childhood is what ultimately inspired the message & theme of their debut song, LOST BOY!, and he is also the overall writer of the group.

BIRTH NAME choi chinmae

STAGE NAME mae

FACE CLAIM rowoon (SF9)

NICKNAMES "mae"

GENDER male

SEXUALITY heterosexual

NATIONALITY korean-american / australian

HEIGHT 6'2 (187 cm)

BIRTH DATE june 25, 1997

ZODIAC SIGN cancer

MBTI TYPE ESFJ (the consult)

EDUCATION

— elementary-level [public, complete]

— middle-level [public, complete]

— high-level [online, complete]

TRIVIA ! [tw: mentions of orphanages / adoption]

— 1/2 of MANIA’s rhythm section

— though he’s also considered a sub-vocalist, MAE rarely ever sings, saying that he leaves it to the others because it’s hard for him to play both his instrument and sing at once. excluding background vocals and his solo catalog, you can only fully experience MAE’s voice in a total of three MANIA! songs.

— MAE was the first member to be in a scandal, it wasn’t his own but he was involved in it by having relations to the person.

— despite his high energy on stage, MAE is the 'softie' of MANIA!

— MAE was in foster care until the age of 5, he ended up being adopted before starting primary school. if he never got adopted when he did, he would have never met CLARA or be so musically influenced by his adoptive family (he has yet to find or meet his biological parents).

— MAE and CLARA were neighbors growing up & even attended school together, but they were unintentionally scouted on the same day by the same agent.

— fans say that MAE reminds them of the character 'bruni' from 'frozen II' because of how cute his face can often look.

— MAE’s parents owned a music shop and that’s where he learned how to play the drums when he was young, leading into having a spot in his school’s band… and eventually being scouted.

— his stage name is the shorter version of his birth name, it’s also an old nickname he had as a kid.

— on top of being a musician, MAE is also a model & brand ambassador.

BONUS !

[fbfh]

dear baby; strawberry milkshakes - leo x reader parents au

words: 1.8k

summary: You and Leo are getting used to adulting together, when Chiron asks for your help. Next thing you know, there’s a little demigod for you two to take care of - and you’re not going to let her down.

warnings: almost boning but getting interrupted, shit is said twice, one use of fucking I think, mentions of orphanages and the foster care system, mentions of CPS, being at a CPS building, adopting a child, leo has trauma, leo and reader take in a child when you’re both 19, technically teen parents but not really, the kid has some trauma too, everyone has trauma but literally what’s new

au: sort of college + parents au

song recs: raining in new york mix - the bootleg boy (tw for some sort of sad dialogue samples), falling in love with love - bernadette peters in cinderella (1997)

a/n:  I saw a kids book called Sophia Valdez Future Prez and I know nothing about it but immediately knew I had to do a parents au where you and Leo have a daughter named sophia???????? also I accidentally gave myself baby fever whoopsie

also I was barely able to proof read this and had no brain while writing half of it so if the beginning feels rushed at all that’s why teehee

Straddling his lap, you start to take off Leo’s shirt. He tilts his head to the side as you nip at the skin gently. He moans softly, then tenses. 

"Shit!" He hisses, sitting up and pulling your shorts back up. You look at him bewildered, and he nods his head to the side, and you see a shimmery cloud that says that you have an incoming iris message from Chiron.  

"Oh shit," you echo, moving to a reasonable distance away from him, a thick throw blanket tossed gracefully across your legs and pulled up to cover your chest, and you're grateful your shirt hadn't been thrown across the room already. 

He pulls his shirt down and you toss him a throw pillow to cover his very obvious excitement. You give each other a ready as we'll ever be look and accept the call. 

"Hey Chiron… what's up?" Leo asks nonchalantly. 

"You must pardon my intrusion, dear children, I hope I'm not - er - interrupting anything.” “No, no, not at all,” you answer, hoping what you had been doing wasn’t too obvious in spite of how both of you are looking particularly flushed and deschevled, “we were just watching a movie.” 

Leo nods in agreement, and you list two different movies at the exact same time, the dark knight rises and moonstruck.

A beat passes, and you continue, “Double feature. Just finished Batman and we’re about to start Moonstruck.” 

Leo agrees. You can’t tell if Chiron is buying it, but he seems to move on relatively quickly. 

“Right. I’m afraid I must ask for your help with a rather time sensitive situation.” your brows furrow in unicen as he continues. 

He tells you about a young demigod a satyr found, not even four years old yet, but they haven’t been able to get her to camp. Apparently there were some complications, and CPS was called, now they’re looking for her parents to see if she’s going to a foster home or orphanage. If they can’t get to her before the CPS finishes processing her, she’ll be lost in the system. He’s asking older demigods and demigod families in New York, since processing time will go the fastest if the family or guardians are in-state. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but please consider taking her in, at least temporarily.” You and Leo share a look, hearts already hurting that life has gotten to this kid so soon. 

“I’ll give you some time to discuss this, please call me back as soon as you have an answer.” 

You agree, and the shimmery image of Chiron dissipates.

“... Oh my god,” you breathe. 

You turn to each other again, the same thing mirrored in each other's eyes. An immediate, unspoken conformation that there’s no way you can’t help this kid out passes between you. You know Leo, especially, will do whatever needs to be done to keep another orphaned demigod out of the foster system. The scope of the impact you could have on this kid’s life starts to dawn on you, and you lock eyes with Leo again, his face set in determination. 

“Estrella,” he starts, and you know what he’s going to say. 

“I know,” you confirm in agreement.

His leg is bouncing, and you lean over, grabbing a notepad and pen from the coffee table. Your mind is already racing, and you begin scribbling down a list of everything you’d need to do; get her a bed and clothes, research where she is in her developmental stages, put together a meal plan or at least some foods she’ll like - what do toddlers even eat? He starts pacing around the coffee table. 

“We gotta help this kid, we-” he cuts himself off, overwhelmed with determination. 

“We will.” you confirm, equally determined. You grab your laptop and start copying your list digitally so you can get everything organized. You stare at your reflection in the black screen while you wait for your computer to boot up. Once again, the reality of your situation hits you.

“We’re 19…” you state, in disbelief. Your mind is racing with doubts. What if you somehow make everything worse, what if you can’t handle it? He crouches next to you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“And we have a lot of love to give.” The smile in your eyes tells him that you know he’s right. You transcribe your writing, surprised that you’re okay with how fast this is all moving, and you let out another breathy laugh of disbelief. 

You go through your hastily made checklist, switching between tabs about child psychology, parenting advice, and kid’s furniture and clothes websites, strategizing with Leo on how you can pull this off, and a plan gradually comes together.

“I mean, this is a two bedroom,” he says as you look through pages of bed frames and mattresses, “we can clear out our studio and turn it into her room.” 

“And…” you add, checking yet another tab, “there’s a building nearby that rents out studio spaces and workshop areas. Ooh, and free parking.” you read on the website. It’s already late, but you send them an email anyway. Hopefully they’ll get back to you tomorrow. But for now… 

“We can get a bed tonight, but we’d have to hurry. We can probably get some pjs and maybe a stuffed animal while we’re there- toothbrush!” You exclaim, adding it to your list, “I knew I was forgetting something…”

 Leo stops pacing, and looks at you. “So… we’re doing this?” You can’t fight the smile on your face, and he already has his answer. 

“We’d better call Chiron back,” you say, excitedly bubbling out. You both enter the bathroom, and iris message chiron with mist from the shower. He answers almost immediately.

“We thought it over and…” you trail off, letting him finish.

“We want to help.” 

After changing into some presentable clothes and swinging by the store for a car seat and some other essentials (you almost forgot tooth paste this time), you’re driving with Leo to meet Chiron at the CPS office where they had Sophia - the girl Chiron told you about. You call the Ikea store not too far from your apartment, thankful you’re able to reach them before they close. You arrange to have them deliver a toddler bed to the spare bedroom in your apartment, your neighbor agreeing to let them in. Luckily, you had the presence of mind to get most of your and Leo’s stuff out of there, the corner of the living room now holding your desk and his drafting table. 

You’re still a little blurry on the details of how you’re going to get custody of this kid when you’re barely legal and have no ties to her or her family, but Chiron said he could work everything out. You assume the Mist will come in very handy. You and Leo discuss this on the way over. 

You can tell he’s worried. Knowing the horrors he went through in the foster system would be bad enough without all the demigod bullshit on top of everything. You take another deep breath. 

“This is what’s best for her,” he says matter of factly, “she needs to be with people who understand her.” You agree, and he continues, very fired up.

“She needs to be in an environment where she’s not going to be ignored and ostracized; she needs to be part of a family, not a fucking meal ticket.” 

You squeeze his leg supportively, and he takes another breath. 

“You’re right. And she’s going to get all of that.” He scoffs in agreement.

“There’s not a better place for someone like her than-”

“With someone like her.” you finish. He pulls into the parking lot and you enter, meeting Chiron in the building. Your hand holds Leo’s tightly, unsure of who’s shaking more. Chiron explains that he already had a discussion (wink wink) with the social worker, and knows that he has the perfect couple to take little Sophia in, and all you have to do is meet with her and sign some papers. 

So that brings you here, waiting outside the office door, holding each other’s trembling hands before finally entering. She doesn’t look up at you at first, until the social worker introduces you. Leo squeezes your hand, and she finally looks up, her eyes speaking a language you and Leo know. You know there is absolutely no going back from here, and you both sit down across from her. 

“Hi, you’re Sophia, right?” She looks away, clearly and understandably overwhelmed. 

“Don’t be rude, Sophia-” the social worker starts, but you cut her off. 

 “It’s okay, she didn’t do anything wrong.” you turn back to her, “You know, me and Leo have an extra bedroom at our apartment, and a kitten that I think would really like you. Do you want to come stay with us?” 

She doesn’t look back up right away, but she turns her head towards you. 

“Is it a boy or a girl?” she asks softly. How is she so precious already?

“A girl,” you reply, “named Jackhammer, because she purrs so loud.” 

She giggles, and you and Leo squeeze each other’s hands in unison.

“Really?” she asks. 

“Oh yeah,” you reply, “I’m sure she’d love to play catch the mouse with you.” She considers for a moment, then looks over at the social worker, who gives her an encouraging nod. After a moment of consideration, she replies quietly, “...Okay.” 

She hops down from her chair, and you both follow suit. The social worker hands you some papers, and you both sign. You guide her to the lobby, let Chiron know it went well and promise to update him soon, and bring her to the car. You pull out of the parking lot. 

Not long after leaving, you see a fast food place. 

“Are you guys hungry?” you ask, nudging Leo gently. 

“Yeah, I could definitely go for some fries. How bout you Sophia?” 

She nods, then asks quietly, “Can I get a milkshake?” 

Her expression is hesitant, and you get the sense she’s expecting a no. 

“Of course kiddo,” you say.

“What flavor do you want?” Leo finishes, turning to look at her. Her eyes are bright with hesitant excitement. 

“Strawberry, please.” 

After leaving the drive through, you have Leo search through your phone for any kid friendly music, and discover the only thing you have saved that’s appropriate for present company is the soundtrack to the Cinderella musical from 1997.

That’s how your little family started; driving late at night, singing along to Bernadette Peters, and drinking strawberry milkshakes.

[uselesslesbiab]

Angsty headcanons for Akechi come get y’all food. TW for mentions of self unalivement and abuse.

I don’t think I need to say it but obvious P5 and Royal spoilers below. This is gonna be a long one.

Goro is the one who found his mother’s body. They lived alone in a shitty apartment in a shitty neighborhood and it took the police several hours to get there and remove the body. He was 7 years old when it happened.

His mother’s entire family cut her off out of embarrassment and shame once they learned she had a child out of wedlock and was now a prostitute. Goro absolutely hates his mother’s family for abandoning her so when they reach out to him later things don’t go well.

Goro drinks heavily when he’s alone because he can’t stand to think about the way his life has become and how sad his mother would be to see him now

The first orphanage he was sent to was an all boys home. He was the smallest one there so he got beaten pretty frequently by the other boys and the staff all turned a blind eye

He has a scar on the right side of his forehead from a time he was kicked into a metal bed frame. He covers it up with his hair.

As he got older he learned how to defend himself more and became a vicious and brutal fighter who would beat the other boys nearly to death. The staff never reported any of these incidents because they just didn’t care

Once he was 13 he was sent to a foster home that only had a few other kids in it. The foster parents here weren’t abusive, but they were neglectful. He figured it was the best he was gonna get.

At some point he saw Naoto Shirogane on tv, and it gave him the idea for the smart, sophisticated detective prince image.

Putting on this facade is exhausting for him but he knows it’s only temporary, he’ll be dead soon anyway

Being Masayoshi Shido’s right hand man has its perks. He was given an apartment and a contact to get guns under the table. That same contact gets plenty of booze for him every time they meet.

He has a lot of self destructive tendencies and doesn’t care about his own life at all until that last moment when facing his cognitive self

He was asked to kill Sae Niijima back in June. That night he drank until he was sure he’d thrown up everything he’d ever eaten and had to skip school the next day. He chooses to stall killing Sae for as long as he possibly can and hopes he’ll be dead before he has to do it.

[bluebirdwrites]

Batboys reaction to finding out that their little sister was abused.

hi, okay so **tw for anyone that’s sensitive to this sort of thing i’d add duke but i don’t know enough abt his character (‘:

they knew she hadn’t had the best life up until she came to them

but their sister was like a ray of sunshine to them

dick is most importantly going to be worried; worried & angry

he’s going to be worried because how could someone do that to another person?

he’s not so naive to think it doesn’t happen or it couldn’t happen

but it hits him close to home that she had no one to protect her, and that she was stuck in that position the way she was

he’ll be the one to watch her reactions to things

if she flinches or shies away if someone starts yelling, if she draws into herself or gets nervous when someone gets angry

he’s ready to talk it out with her if she needs, or just be there in the same room to be a silent comfort to her

he just wants her to be okay, that’s his little sister after all

he’s her older brother and he wants to protect her like he does with all of the other siblings

he’s going to be angry because she had to go through that

he’s going to think things like, ‘why did no one step in?’ ‘did no one see how distressed she was’ ‘what kind of monster does that to a kid?’

“do you wan’t me to get you out of here?”

jason wants the names of the bastards that hurt her

he’s ready to ✨r i o t✨

for him, it hits really close to home because of the shit he’s seen

he loathes that anyone, any kid has to go through any kind of abusive relationship

if it was an orphanage or youth home that took part in her abuse

you can expect the owners and staff to all be thouroughly checked out, the appropriate abusers dealt with as well as the bystanders & making sure that all of the other kids are okay

if it was a foster parent, carer or biological parent that caused the abuse

they’ll either end up in jail cell unable to escape, maimed and humiliated or dead.

he knows that there’s a lot of ptsd and anxiety issues that can come from this

he makes sure to be upfront with her

always.

he tries his best with emotions, but he’s a better listener

one of those people that can just listen, without making you feel like he’s getting bored or talking about himself

so he lets her talk to him about things

takes her out on bike rides & joy rides in the batmobile

wants her to be happy, smile & most importantly

know that she’s safe with him, with the family and that she can be herself and not have to worry about any kind of harm coming to her

“do you wanna talk about it? if you don’t, i’ll stay here as long as you need me- you look like you need some company”

tim understands the emotional burden of the abuse

the neglect he went through as a child is a form of emotional abuse, not to mention the severe emotional trauma he went through and to an extent still suffers with

he knows why she shies away from bruce or damian or jason when they accidentally get too absorbed in their own anger and start fighting or yelling

he knows the feeling of walking on eggshells, the feeling of wanting to run because

even though the yelling or the fighting of the anger isn’t at her, it sets off a reaction

he knows to sit by her and offer some form of sibling solidarity by being with her

he knows the anxiety that comes with this, knows the feeling of a weight on her shoulders she’s feeling

knows not to touch her because of how on edge she is

if she wants physical comfort, he’ll wrap an arm around her shoulders and gently coax her away from the area

will make whoever the hell was yelling or fighting or arguing apologise in some way, will unabashedly tell them to think & to also not treat her like glass

is the one to help calm down panic & anxiety attacks and extreme bouts of ptsd induced panic

just genuinely there for her when he finds out

“c’mere, deep breaths.. hey, there you go, you’re doing so well”

damian is livid

absolutely frothing and bubbling with anger and contempt

raised the way he was, he was raised to not have a childhood

he grows to be protective of her even before he finds out

he knows she hadn’t been raised the best, but he didn’t think someone could make her feel so beaten down, so battered and broken and scared

he won’t stand for it, he refuses to

now, he does his absolute best to be the best big brother to ever brother a little sister

he tries his best to give her what she’d missed, even though he struggles himself with positive emotion

will invite her to take care of his animals or go on nature walks with him

will 1000% try to make her feel included in every way he can

*he’s very down to help jason whoop whoever’s ass hurt her, very much so.

he wants her to have a normal childhood from now on, because he didn’t get the chance to and she didn’t completely either

will glare at anyone that makes her uncomfortable

that chilling ‘i will slit your throat in your sleep and invert your ribcage if you do not leave’ glare

“tt, titus is due for a walk- would you care to join me (y/n)?”

— fin.

[novannna]

You know, you’ll always have me

catradora celeb au, based off the song dorothea.   

“Catra and Adora were best friends. They had always been. It was a fact, just like how the stars shine in the sky and how the sun sets. It would never change. The two girls were meant to be, and there was not a thing that could change it.”

wc: 4755

tw: small depression mention, and suicidal thoughts 

Catra and Adora were best friends. They had always been. It was a fact, just like how the stars shine in the sky and how the sun sets. It would never change. The two girls were meant to be, and there was not a thing that could change it. They grew up together in the same orphanage, and were much closer to each other than they were to anyone else. Lonnie, Kyle, Rogelio… they were alright. But they weren’t the perfect fit to the gaping hole in each of the girls heart. Catra was Adora’s, and Adora was Catra’s. That was just the way it was. A simple fact, and nothing more.

Fairly on, their foster mom, Shadow Weaver, recognized Adora’s raw talents. Her voice. The way Adora could craft and tease a melody through her mouth was enough to make Catra’s eyes water. Adora was gifted. And Shadow Weaver took advantage of that. Soon, every weekend Adora was headed to some competition of a sort. And Catra refused to be left behind. So she became as good as she could at singing. And she got pretty damn good. She spent hours watching people as they sang, the way their throats bobbed and pulsed. She asked Adora the way it felt. She practiced on her own, deep in the woods that surrounded the orphanage. And when she thought she was ready, she managed to convince Shadow Weaver to bring her as one of Adora’s back up singers. The children were elated. Now they could be together all the time. They had everything they had always wanted. Each other. --- “Adora?” Catra hissed. “Adora, wake up!” It was the middle of night, and she could hear snores coming from the surrounding bunks. “What is it?” Adora mumbled sleepily. Catra grinned. “It’s a surprise. Come on!” She ripped the blankets off Adora, and dashed over to the window. Adora rubbed her eyes. “What’s happening?” “We’re sneaking out,” Catra groaned. “Honestly, Adora. Have all the singing lessons made you forget everything else?” “But what about Shadow Weaver?” Catra sighed. “Don’t worry about Shadow Weaver. She’s never bothered me before.” Adora froze. “Wait, you’ve sneaked out before?” “Well, yeah. Have you not?” Adora shook her head. “Well, there's a first for everything. Come on!” Catra threw the window open, and quickly scaled down the lattice. Adora cast one last anxious glance at the door, then hurried after Catra. “Where are we going?” Adora asked, her voice tinged with fear. Catra grinned. “The woods.” “The woods?” Adora asked, while following close behind Catra. “But it’s dangerous in there. All sorts of things. Bears, criminals, swamps…” she shuddered. “Catra, are you sure this is smart?” Catra smirked. “Relax. I’ve been in them millions of times. And I’m still fine.” Adora’s eyes widened. “You’ve been inside them before? Shadow Weaver would kill you if she knew.” “Not a problem. Because, A: she wouldn’t find out, B: she doesn’t give a shit about me, and C: she’d be happy if I died because then I’d be out of her way.” Adora frowned, but didn’t say anything. Catra led her through the thick forest, until they broke through the trees. A small pond lay in the center of a clearing. A large log had fallen across, creating a bridge to the other side. The moon lit everything in a silver glow. Catra grinned, and jumped onto the log. She spread her arms out for balance, and ran across the slippery surface. Her feet lost their grip, and Catra was falling, heading straight into the murky water. A hand shot out, and wrapped around her waist. She stopped a foot away. Adora laughed. “Careful,” she teased. “You were about to go take a bath.” Catra scowled, and scrambled her way back up. “Thanks.” “Of course.” Adora sat down, dangling her feet over the water. “This is gorgeous.” her voice was full of awe. “Yeah,” Catra said, settling down next to Adora. She laid her head on the blond girl’s shoulder. “It is.” Adora started to hum, her soft voice filling the silence. Catra smiled. It was her favourite song. Catra joined in, letting her low voice fill the air. “So don’t worry your pretty little mind,” Catra singing, her breath steaming in front of her. Adora laughed, and started singing as well. “People throw rocks at things that shine. And life makes love look hard. The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours,” they sang, their voices mixing together. It was different then when Adora was performing. There, Catra was just a voice in the background. But here, with Adora, Catra mattered. Her voice was just as equal to Adora’s. Catra grinned. She had never felt like this before. So light and… happy. Slowly their voices faded back into the silence. But the air was different. It felt full… warm. “We should go,” Catra whispered. “We have to be back before Shadow Weaver wakes up.” Adora nodded. “Can we come back here?” “Of course. You know the answer,” Catra replied with a smile. She carefully walked back across the log to the shore. “Wait,” Adora said quickly. “This is our pond. Shouldn’t we mark it?” Catra scooped up a jagged pebble, and jogged to a tree. Carefully, she carved A+C into the rough wood. “There. This place is ours now. No one else can claim it.” Catra grinned. Adora smiled. “I love it.” She looked down, and gasped. “Catra, look!” she bent down, and scooped up two small pebbles. They looked completely normal, except for a small hole in each one. Adora handed one to her. “One for you, and one for me.” She dug into her pocket, and pulled out a long strip of leather. Using the same rock Catra used to cut into the tree, Adora broke the string in half. “We’ll make it into necklaces.” Adora’s eyes gleamed. She slipped the necklace over her head. “Tie it for me?” She asked. Catra nodded, and quickly tied the brown string into a knot. She pulled it tight, and stepped back. “Do it for me too,” she said excitedly. Catra felt Adora’s soft fingers brush against her neck as she knotted the cord together. “Now we match.” “We never take it off,” Catra said gravely. Adora nodded, just as solem. “I promise. As long as I’m wearing this necklace, it means I’m still your best friend. I’ll never leave you.” They looked at each other, moonlight glimmering in their eyes. Catra felt her heart pound. “We need to go,” she murmured. “Yeah,” Adora sighed. “I know.” “We can come back, Adora.” “But it won’t be the same.” “No. It’ll be different every time. But we’ll make it better.” Catra slipped her hand into Adora’s. “But we need to go if we want to come back.” Adora sighed. “Alright. Lead the way.” She turned to Catra and smiled. Catra nodded, and pulled her back into the woods. --- Catra felt her breath quicken. “Adora, what are you saying?” She asked. “Catra, I’m so sorry,” Adora whispered. Her eyes were teary. “But I can’t turn this down. You know that.” “So what? You're going to leave me here? All alone?” Catra laughed incredulously. “You can’t do this. Please,” she begged. “I can’t turn this down! It’s just one tour! I’ll be back before you know it.” Adora sniffed deeply. “No.” Catra shook her head. “You won’t. I thought you cared about me, but it turns out you just want to be famous.” She immediately regretted the words. They were fake. Adora didn’t care about fame. She just wanted to sing. “Catra…” Adora started. “You know that’s not true.” Catra hung her head. “I know. It’s just… Will you come back?” Adora nodded. “Of course I will. I’ll only be gone a month, then I’ll be back. And we’ll go back to our pond, and be back together again. I promise.” Adora’s eyes stared straight into Catra’s. “Will you think about me?” “Every single second. I can’t wait to tell you all about it.” Adora laughed. “It’ll be crazy. I wish you could come.” “No.” Catra shook her head. “My place is here.” That was a lie. Catra had been waiting every day of her life to leave the orphanage. The only reason she hadn’t run away was Adora. But she couldn’t tell Adora that. She wouldn’t understand. Catra noticed the small stone hanging off Adora’s neck. She tapped a nail against the grey stone. “Will you take it off?” Adora laughed. “Of course not. I made you a promise. As long as I wear it, you still have me. I’m never taking it off.” Catra nodded, relieved. “Okay. I’ll help you pack.” “I think I’m done. Will you see me off?” Catra shook her head. “I can’t. Shadow Weaver won’t let me.” “Hey, it’ll only be a month. And then life will be back to normal. I promise.” Catra nodded. “Will you at least say goodbye now?” Adora asked. “No. Because that means there's a possibility of me never seeing you again. This isn’t goodbye. Just… till later.” Adora laughed. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you later.” She wrapped Catra in a warm hug, and she sank into the embrace. “I’ll see you later,” Catra whispered into the girl’s hair. “In a month, and then we’ll go back to our pond, and we’ll steal snacks from the pantry, and we’ll watch the stars. We only need to wait a month.” Catra said those words, but there was still dread in her heart. She felt like this would be the last time she’d ever see Adora again. So she hugged tightly, wishing she could capture the moment in time. --- Catra waited a month. And then another. Catra waited for three months before she gave up hope. Adora had left her. Catra had been replaced by her shiny new friends, with their perfect smiles, and dazzling appearance. Catra was just a little orphan girl in a small unimportant town. But Adora… she was rising fast. Catra watched the tv screen as she ate her breakfast, the entire orphanage clambering for a look at the girl they had known. Catra listened as Adora had interview after interview, concert after concert. Catra had even seen a magazine with Adora’s beautiful face pasted across the glossy cover. She had balled it up, and thrown it in the nearest trash can. One night, she snuck away to the pond, and sat on the log, tears dripping down her face. Adora was gone. She wasn’t coming back. Catra yanked the necklace off her neck. She wondered how long it had taken Adora to remove hers. Catra held it above the water, ready to let it fall into the pond, but her hand wouldn’t open. She wasn’t ready to let go yet. “Why did you leave me?” Catra asked the empty air, sobbing. “Wasn’t I enough?” She bent over herself, her body shaking with the force of her grief. “Wasn’t I enough?” She sobbed. “You promised you’d never leave me…” Catra sat on the old log, letting tears slip out. They fell through her fingers, landing in the water like rain. Finally, Catra rose. She couldn’t stand being in the clearing anymore. It was too painful a memory. Everywhere she looked, a golden haired girl waited, smiling sweetly at Catra. She felt a surge of betrayal. Adora had promised to come back. They were going to steal snacks from the pantry, run away to the pond, and sit together and watch the stars. Maybe Adora just got confused. Maybe the tour actually lasted a lot longer. But that was a lie, and Catra knew it. Adora had left her, and Catra was paying the price. She braced herself against a tree while she tried to breathe in enough air. Her fingers brushed against an indent carved deep into the bark. A+C Catra let out a guttural scream, and ripped into the bark with her bare hands. She ignored the splinters, only focusing on destroying the reminder of what had been. The reminder of the first night, where life was so perfect. They sang underneath the stars, and for the first time, Catra felt complete. But Adora had left Catra for a shiny new future. Catra stepped back, and looked at the mess of bark in front of her. Her fingers were covered in splinters and small cuts, but a triumphant smile was now on Catra’s face. She could become more. Catra didn’t need Adora. She didn’t need anything. She could do whatever she wanted to. She would do anything she wanted to. She’d done it before. For a girl with a sweet voice, and a sweeter personality. A girl who Catra would have given anything for…. “No,” Catra hissed. “No more Adora. She doesn’t matter. She’s the one who left you.” Catra wiped her tears away, and headed away from the pond. She ran away from the orphanage one week later. Adora never came back. --- 10 years later Catra bustled through her small apartment, mug of tea carefully balanced. She settled onto her couch, and flicked the tv on. “...music phenomenon Adora is on set to have some of the most listened to songs in history,” the reporter was saying. “And here she is!” A chorus of screams burst out of the tv. Catra cringed. All of Adora’s fans were so… loud. She couldn’t help but curl her nose. She actually snorted when she heard a fan scream, “Marry me Adora!” And then, Catra saw her. Adora. She looked different. That made sense. She wasn’t a kid anymore. But still. It was a shock. Her short hair was now long, but she still wore it in a ponytail. Catra smiled as she saw the small poof. Adora had always loved the way her hair would poof up at the front. She called it her signature look. Her teeth no longer had braces, and her skin was tanner. She looked so happy. Catra wondered for the first time, if she had been wrong to hate Adora. Kid stars often had no choice. It was foolish to think Adora hadn’t been manipulated. Catra jerked her attention back to the TV. “...well, I am excited to be in L.A. again,” she was saying warmly. “You know, I actually grew up here. It feels good to be near home.” LA? Catra started. They were in the same town. Less than 20 miles apart. She grabbed her phone, and quickly googled her upcoming concerts. Sure enough, the next one was listed in LA. Adora was going to be singing so close to Catra, and she had no idea. And all of the sudden, all the emotions Catra had pushed away for years flooded back in. Most prominent of all, Catra’s feelings for Adora. She remembered the way her heart would pound, and her cheeks would flush. The way she would stutter through words when Adora was near. Catra had a crush on Adora. No, but it had been more than a little crush. It was indescribable, what Catra felt. When Adora left, a part of her had been ripped away. It had hurt more than anything else she had ever felt. Because Catra needed Adora as much as she needed air. But she didn’t anymore. Catra had learned to survive on her own. She had built herself a life. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was hers. And now, it felt empty. There was a large, Adora shaped hole inside her, and Catra just realized it for the first time. “I need to see her,” Catra whispered to herself. She googled tickets to the concert. They were shockingly low. An artist as famous as Adora would have tickets that sold for hundreds. But it only cost $35. Before Catra could convince herself out of it, she pressed the green buy button. A little ding was the only indicator that Catra had just changed her life. She inhaled sharply and sighed. There was no point worrying. She was going. That was all that mattered. She’d see Adora one last time. Maybe they wouldn’t talk, but Catra could begin to forgive herself for giving up on Adora. Or maybe they would, and Catra could take everything off her chest. It was in fate’s hands, and Catra couldn’t do a thing about it. She clicked the tv off, and stood up. She scratched the ears of her cat, Melog, and whispered to him, “Am I making a mistake?” He mewed in response. Catra groaned. “Not. Helpful.” She ran her fingers through her spiky hair. Adora hadn’t been the only one who had changed. A year ago, Catra had gotten so lost, and confused, she got in a bad place. She got depressed and suicidal. She had felt so alone, and she couldn’t see a point anymore. But her friend Scorpia had helped her. She put up with Catra’s mean comments, and rude attitude. She took her to get help. She convinced Catra to cut her hair. Get rid of the reminder of her past. Now Catra was doing much better. She was going to therapy, she had a good job, she was eating healthier, she was making friends, and actually keeping them. She kept her hair in a short, spiky cut, as a reminder of how far she had come. It felt better this way. No tethers. “I wonder if she would even recognize me. If she remembers me.” Catra sighed heavily. “Is she the same girl I knew? It’s been 10 years. So much distance between us.” Melog mewed again, and butted his head against Catra’s hand. She smiled. “Right. I should stop worrying about it. It’ll all work out. No use stressing.” She paused for a second. “What should I wear?” --- Catra tugged on the edges of her jacket anxiously. She stood outside the stadium, the formidable building staring down at her. “Come on Catra,” She hissed. “You can do it.” She squared her shoulders, and walked towards the gate, head held high. She presented her ticket, and passed through security in what felt like seconds. The seconds were slipping by, and she was barely able to focus on her footsteps. She found her seat in a daze. And then, the curtain was rising, and the cover band was singing. Catra tried to focus, but her fingers were drumming holes into her legs. The band sounded good, but catra couldn’t pay attention to their words. After what seemed like both seconds, and an eternity, it was time for Adora. The curtain rose, and Adora stood there. Her long blond hair was loose, for the first time in ages, and she wore a long white dress. The shoulders were a gentle gold, and a long white cape hung to the floor. A simple circlet hung on her brow. Catra gasped, as she looked at her best friend for the first time in years. Adora was breathtaking. She was pretty in a way that words just don’t describe. Catra wanted to cry. She knew that Adora was still the same girl she had been when she left Catra. She was still the Adora who was a complete idiot, but still cared. Catra could tell, even from 100 feet away. And then, she was singing. Her voice was just like Catra remembered. It was sweet, soft, and gorgeous. Catra could feel tears stinging her eyes. And then, Catra started listening to the song. She couldn’t help but gasp. She’d never heard it before. But she had been there. She knew what Adora was singing about. Adora hadn’t forgotten her. Not just that. Adora was singing a fucking song about her. About them. Catra stifled an incredulous laugh. “Hey,” she hissed to the person sitting next to her. “What’s the name of this song?” They rolled their eyes. “Kept Promises,” they hissed. “Didn’t you know?” Catra ignored them. Kept Promises. Adora was still planning on keeping hers. She had broken a million, but she was still remembering hers. Catra wasn’t forgotten by the only one who had cared. She couldn’t stop the wild grin from spreading across her lips. She looked back at the stage, at Adora crooning a song out of her lips. She looked up, and somehow through the distance between them, she met Catra’s eyes. A soft ‘o’ of recognition parted her lips. Her voice quavered, but it only added to her song. Adora squared her soldiers, and held Catra’s cool gaze while she sang, “Oh I swear I'm right here, I swear I’ll keep our love, hanging round my heart, ‘Cause your my girl, Yeah your my girl.” Catra smiled at Adora. Adora’s face lit up, and she grinned as the audience broke into applause. “Thank you,” She said. “You know, I wrote that song about my best friend. I haven’t seen her in awhile, but I’d never forget her. She’s one of the most important people in my life.” Catra’s neighbour muttered “lucky.” “Why?” Catra asked. The neighbour shrugged. “I’d love to be best friends with Adora. I can’t see why they don’t talk anymore though. She must be a really terrible person.” Catra bristled. “Yeah well-” she stopped herself. It didn’t matter. They were right. Catra had given up on Adora. She was terrible. “So- I thought I might sing her favourite song tonight. It’s not mine, but if you know the words feel free to sing along.” Adora looked straight at Catra and winked. “Elevator buttons and morning air…” She started singing. Catra laughed. Of course Adora would remember her favourite song. And sing it in front of a theater full of thousands of people. Adora was staring at her. Did she want Catra to join? Yes, Catra realized. She did. She remembered that night at their pond. Catra shook her head, and opened her mouth. Her voice mingled with hundreds of others as she singed along. “So don't you worry your pretty, little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, And life makes love look hard,” Catra and Adora sang. Sure, their voices rang with countless others, but their voices were the only ones that mattered. Suddenly, it was 10 years ago, and they sat on a damp log, legs dangling over water. They leaned against each other, and sang a song they knew to be true. The world was so twisted and awful, but at the same time it was perfect. It was perfect because they still had each other. Catra let herself free. She grinned at Adora, who grinned back. The blonde girl’s smile completely melted Catra’s heart. They had found their way back to each other at last. --- Catra dashed through the throngs of people. She crept past the guards, and finally, she was in the backstage area. It was quiet, the throngs of people missing. Catra searched for Adora. She spotted a dressing room, and knocked quietly on the door. “Come in,” A voice said. A voice that was so achingly familiar. Catra stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Hey, Adora,” she said with a small smile. She was surprised by an enormous, crushing hug. “Oh my god, Catra,” Adora’s muffled voice said. “I can’t believe this.” Finally she stepped back, and looked Catra up and down. “I like your hair.” Catra laughed. “It’s been 10 years, and all you’ve got is I like your hair? Come on princess, do better.” “I’ve missed you so much. How… how is this happening?” Catra looked down. “I realized nothing was your fault. You probably didn’t have much of a choice.” “For what?” “Leaving me!” Catra laughed. “What else?” “What do you mean?” Adora asked. Her voice was confused. “You said you’d be back in a month. I waited for three months, and you never came back. You promised you would.” “Oh, Catra. Shadow Weaver… she called a week after I left to say you ran away. I didn’t come back because there was nothing for me there. I thought you had decided to leave.” Her eyes glistened. “I’m so sorry, I never thought…” “That Shadow Weaver lied?” Catra heard the anger in her voice. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault. But you could have at least checked.” Catra’s voice broke. “I was all alone for three months. Do you have any idea what that was like?” Adora shook her head. “I did check. A year later, I came back. No one knew. I went to our pond….” Adora took in a deep shuddering breath. “I saw the A+C. I assumed you hated me.” “I did. For a while I did. I got into a bad place, but I’m alright now. And when I saw you were in LA, I knew I had to come, and at least try to make things right between us.” Catra sighed. “I’ve missed you Adora. Life without you feels bad. I don’t want that anymore.” Adora wrapped her arms tightly around Catra again. “I don’t either. Friends?” She held out her hand. Catra looked at it, and tried not to frown. It was foolish to believe Adora felt the same feelings for her. Catra was the last person anyone would want to date. Catra shook Adora’s hand. “Right. Friends.” Adora blushed a deep red. “Well... if you want to... I wouldn’t mind being more than friends.” Catra laughed softly. “You're such a dumbass. Why do you think I came back?” Taking Adora’s face in her hands, she kissed her lips softly. And everything felt right. That Adora shaped hole inside Catra was finally gone. Replaced with something much better. Finally, they broke apart. Catra spotted a frayed cord hanging from Adora’s neck. She tugged it out, revealing a small rock with a hole through it. “You never took it off,” Catra said in amazement. “Of course not! I promised I wouldn’t as long as we’re friends.” Catra looked down. “I took mine off. After you left, I couldn’t wear it. But I still carry it in my pocket everyday.” She pulled out her own necklace. The cord was dirty and falling apart, but it was still there. Without asking, Adora plucked it out of Catra’s hands, and quickly tied it around her neck. The weight settled comfortably, and it felt right. “Thank you,” Catra whispered. “I’m sorry for giving up on you.” “And I’m sorry for leaving you.” Adora brushed a kiss against Catra’s lips. “But that's in the past. It doesn’t matter anymore. Because we’re back together, and I’m never leaving your side.” “Promise?” “I promise. And you know I won’t break it.” Adora laughed softly. “I love you Catra. I went crazy without you by my side.” “Me too. But we’re by each other’s sides. The world can’t keep us apart again.” Adora slipped her hands into Catra’s. “I’d like to see them try.” Catra leaned forwards, sinking into the kiss. Adora wasn’t on a screen anymore, she was standing right in front of Catra. They had found each other again. Catra had found her home at last, and this time she was staying for good.

lyrics to Kept Promises You found me in the dark Took my hand Led me out, oh

You showed me all the wonders of our world Wonders just for our eyes For our eyes

Oh oh oh

Trellis creaking under out weight Thought id fall But thats okay ‘Cause your underneath Waiting to catch me in your arms

Led me through the woods Took me to your secret spot Pond of moonlight Forgotten by the world

Crossed a log You fell right in I caught your hand Pulled you up I'll be there beside you Beside you

Oh i swear i'm right here I swear I’ll keep our love hanging round my neck ‘Cause your my girl Yeah your my girl

We sang ourselves a special song Wrapped ourselves in the memory You taught me to breathe You taught me to breathe

Carved our names upon a log Let that be a reminder This spot is ours It's ours

We found two stones with matching holes Strung them round our necks With a promise We’ll take it off when there’s no more love And darling i'll still wear it Even when i'm gone, it'll grace my neck Cause its yours And mine

Oh i swear i'm right here I swear I’ll keep our love Hanging round my neck ‘Cause your my girl Yeah your my girl Yeah, your my girl