#when he gets caught he looks at me with the biggest shiniest eyes

[stranwyne]

On a doodle kick lately. Sometimes while I work, my baby ball python likes to come out and investigate my desk.

He's fascinated by warm drinks and always tries to sneak a sip. I watch him closely and never let him, but he refuses to give up.

Maybe I should give him his own cup of water on the desk so he stays out of mine.

[sunlightwoo]

from winter to spring (16/20)

summary: ‘all good things come with a cost.’ mingyu was warned from the beginning of your marriage as it somehow led to your divorce. so at the cost of him divorcing you, what did it mean for him if he found himself going back in time to see your life without him?

wc: 1166

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March 21st; why was that date so familiar?

The sunlight that had shined brightly into Mingyu’s eyes through the window was blinding him as he struggled to look at his phone screen. He stared at it momentarily as he wondered why the date felt important to him, but nothing had popped into his mind. 

Spring was finally here and spring break would eventually come up soon, had there not been something in the way and in Mingyu’s case, his past timeline. Since the last time that he hung out with you, you had been distant with him, not keeping in touch with him as much as you had done so last semester, and he wonders if this was the consequence of messing with the past timeline. 

So how was he supposed to fix it?

“Mingyu, what do you want to do if we ever get married and settle down after graduation?”

Your sudden question had caught him off guard, wondering where you had even gotten the idea itself as the two of you were hand in hand in the middle of a cherry blossom field, the same one that he had confessed to you just two years ago into your relationship. There’s a hum that escapes his lips as he tries to think of what he wanted to do when the two of you had graduated together, but he knew that you had wanted to open up your own restaurant someday. 

“I’ll be a professional chef at your new restaurant that we can build from the ground up, and from there we can franchise it so that you’re not just settled in one place.” He replies, smiling as he holds you close to him where you were basically hugging and waddling at the same time, but he thinks that the giggles that escape from your lips will never be a sound that he’ll get tired of. 

“You’d really do all of that for me?”

“All of that and someday give you the biggest, shiniest rock fitting your finger.” He says while winking at you, making your cheeks heat up at his words knowing that you were absolutely in love with the man in front of you. 

“You’re bluffing.” You giggle, giving him a side eye and turn back around away from his face but as he places his chin on your shoulder, your heart warms at the small action because of how much he had made you feel like you were in a comfortable place. 

Home. 

“Am I actually?” He grins, pulling out a small ring from his pocket to hold it in front of your eyes and he hears your breath hitch for a moment, staring at the rock that was in front of you now with shock written in your eyes and your heart beating so loudly in your chest you sworn that he could hear it. 

“Mingyu-”

“It’s not an engagement ring, but it’s a promise that I’ll do whatever it takes to get you your dream restaurant and my dream of being your personal professional chef for that dream. We’ll do it together, as a team.” He says and slowly slides the ring onto the finger, giving you a look as a smile slowly forms on your lips at the sight of it. 

“A team, huh? I like the sound of that, Gyu.”

He now knows why today’s date was so familiar when he had woken up this morning as flushes of pink fills his vision and the stars from the night sky shine down onto him.

Feeling his throat close up with his heart twisting in his chest, he sees you and Wonwoo from a distance in the field of cherry blossoms that he subconsciously found himself walking into in the opposite direction he was heading towards. The both of you had grins on your faces, and he remembers what today was supposed to be because this was supposed to be the chance that he was supposed to win you back, rather than leave you for what the present held for you both. 

“The cherry blossoms are falling.” He hears Wonwoo say from beside you, watching fondly at you as you were reaching out to capture one of the delicate pink petals. 

Mingyu’s heart breaks even more as Wonwoo grins when you catch one into the palm of your hands, before turning to him with a look of awe on your face to show off the petal. 

“Got one! Now my first love will come true.” 

The latter nudges you with his shoulder as you giggle happily as he spoke up about your words, wondering what you had meant by them, but Mingyu knew exactly what you were talking about.

Mingyu knew what was going to happen next, seeing as the two of you had talked about how you never mentioned a first love, but something about your words had sounded different despite the fact that they were all muffled to his ears. He watches as Wonwoo is the one that confesses first to you, leaving a sour taste in Mingyu’s mouth until he hears you speak up once again with a more awkward look on your face with a frown coating your lips. 

“Wonwoo… I’m going to need some time to think about it.” 

Tears sting the corners of his eyes as he hears Wonwoo say the words that he wishes he said then before he wanted to make the divorce final, 

“I’ll still wait for you, because you’re worth waiting for.”

Mingyu thinks that he’s too late as he realizes that he doesn’t want to divorce you at all, because he was still very much in love with you to even give up on your relationship. He then decides to leave as he quickly walks away from the two of you. While he may have been fast enough to leave, he failed to even notice what had been going on around him. 

You, on the other hand, were just filled with confusion and uncertainty as both you and Wonwoo had walked away in a now uncomfortable silence. You couldn’t shake off the feeling of being unsure about accepting Wonwoo’s confession as you looked up at the night sky that was above your heads, and you suddenly thought of Mingyu. It wasn’t until you felt something underneath your foot that you stopped for a moment, unknown to Wonwoo as he had gone ahead first to take a phone call and you noticed that it was a ring tied to a necklace.

Picking it up in between your fingers, you examined it quickly and noticed the initials engraved into it as you knew who it had belonged to. Quickly putting it into your pocket, you pursed your lips slightly as you wondered if Mingyu had actually been here earlier, but there was no use to talk to him now if he had been the one to walk away first. 

And maybe that was his biggest regret. 

Not fighting for you enough.

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[blushinggray]

beach date with himbo kirishima

i was watching a clip from one of greta titelman's standup specials and it was SO hilarious. i had to turn it into a scenario 😂😭 although this one with a bit of a happier ending

cw // fluff, comedy, first date mishaps, himbo kirishima, reader is kind of a player, implied sexual content

when you show up to a party, you've always got your eye out for the good candy. nice face, nice arms, nice pecs, nice butt, nice thighs, you know, the works. you're single and always ready to take advantage of it.

and holy shit, did you find the biggest, shiniest piece of red eye candy tonight. apparently he's a friend of mina's from way back in junior high, and she introduced you to him with that classic wiggle in her brow. and while you don't make a habit of fucking your friends' friends, this guy was hot. smoking hot.

he was tall, handsome, ripped, he had a loud red dye job in his spiked up hair. his style was a little dorky but fuck his hands were fucking huge. you were already compiling a list of things you'd want him to do with those hands before you were even told his name.

so clearly you got to talking, and flirting, and laughing at all of this kirishima guy's jokes, and lying about your personality so that he'd stay interested in you long enough for you to give his dick a test ride. because now that you've met him, you just gotta know what his dick looks like.

he, however, seemed to have others plans because he was suddenly asking you, "do you wanna go surfing?"

you were a little caught off guard, but obviously you answered, "yeah, i love surfing. i'd love to go."

after you got his number and settled on a date with him, he got caught up with some other old friends, so you figured that was it for the night.

when mina caught you later that evening, she asked you, "soooo... how'd things go with kirishima?"

you gave her a deadpan look, "i gotta go surfing with him."

"you're going surfing with him? that sounds so fun!"

"mina! does it look like i know the first thing about surfing?!" you shouted.

"it's okay, he can probably teach you." she shrugged.

"mina, i'm not trying to learn a new hobby. i just wanted to sleep with your hot friend and then get on with my life."

"what? but kirishima is so sweet! i introduced you to him because i thought maybe you'd be good together." she pouted.

you groaned, "i should've known. you're always trying to get me cuffed to some 'decent' guy."

"because you deserve one!" she argued, "don't you get tired of fucking all these lame strangers?"

"if they're not good lays, they at least make good stories. let me be a slut while i'm still good at it." you sighed.

she didn't argue with you about it for much longer after that, but she wished you a good time with kirishima on your surfing date.

and when the day came, and kirishima came rolling up to your street in his pickup truck, you thought all might not be lost. that truck was as red as his hair, and it was a stick shift but the console wasn't directly in the middle of the two seats, so there would be plenty of room to... play around later.

though in all honesty, if no one was around, you would be perfectly happy to get fucked in the back of the truck bed too. he'd have to find a place to put the surfboards aside somewhere though.

it was so hot watching him manually drive the truck all the way to the beach. he switched between the brakes and the clutch so smoothly that you swore you could feel yourself already soaking up his leather seats.

"so i brought like three different boards with me. which one do you wanna ride?" he asked you at some point.

and you gave him your most sultry look with a tilt of your head, saying, "mmm... something long, and hard... that i can ride all day..."

unfortunately, kirishima did not seem to pick up on what you were really suggesting, because he responded with a casual, "yeah, i got one of those. it's pretty sturdy."

".... awesome."

that's right, there was still the issue of actually surfing to overcome, so you would have to come up with something to distract him into doing something... not water logging instead.

so when he parked at the lot by the shore, you looked out the window and put on your most believable act, sucking in a breath like, "man... i don't think it's a good idea to surf today."

"what? why not?" he asked.

"the... conditions." you waved a hand out at the ocean, "it looks too rough out there to surf. at least for a beginner, like me."

"oh..." kirishima followed your gaze out to the waves crashing at the shore and shrugged, "yeah, i guess you're right. but it's okay, we don't have to go surfing. it's still a nice day! we can still enjoy ourselves."

and before you could protest or suggest something that would be much more fun to do inside a private space, he was jumping out of the truck and heading down to the beach.

wow. there went your chance to let him watch you strut down the beach and whip your hair out of your face like in one of those lifeguard movies...

you were following him with the intention to find a nice spot to settle down, maybe tan a bit, charm him through a few beers, and then he'd bring you back to his truck to smash.

but without warning, he just yanked off his shirt -- revealing the most majestic back of muscles you have ever seen -- threw it to the ground with his sandals that he kicked off, then ran headfirst into the ocean, shouting like a free goddamn spirit...

and there went your chance to slowly unveil your flimsy excuse of a swimsuit and ask him to rub you up with his big, strong hands-- sunscreen. to rub you with sunscreen.

you sighed and just dropped your stuff down at the spot where he left his shirt and sandals. just when you were about to dig into your bag for a blanket to lay out, kirishima was shouting, "hey!!"

then you looked up and saw him waving his arms for you to join him in the sea... "come on!!" he shouted with a big, toothy grin.

with another sigh, you shook your head with a smile as you slowly disrobed yourself of your clothes to reveal the skimpy two piece set you had on. and then you made a show of bending over to stuff your clothes back into your bag before standing up to walk towards him.

aaand of course he wasn't even paying attention to you anymore. he was off running further into the ocean. he was already at a sea level where he could do the fucking butterfly stroke...

"mina, why..." you looked up into the sky to reflect on all the things you would do for dick. this was definitely not what you expected.

finally, you got to the water and it's immediately lapping at your ankles. the weather was actually pretty cloudy today so there was no warm sun to offset the freezing ocean water, so your teeth were chattering the second you made contact.

and that's when kirishima decided to look at you, when you were starting to shiver and curl in on yourself from the icy water licking at your skin. fantastic.

but his sharky grin and that beefy arm that beckoned you further into the ocean like a goddamn redheaded siren at least made you chuckle. or maybe more like a dog on a special day out.

you took a step at a time, slowly letting your body get acclimated to the water temperature, when out of nowhere, a huge wave knocked you to the side. you tripped and fell to your hands and knees, only for another waves to wash over you completely now and soak you completely from head to toe.

standing from the water and coughing out the salt in your throat, you tried to get ahold of yourself but you could hear kirishima laughing from several meters away. you wanted to believe that it's not at you and how you probably looked like a sewer rat right now, but he was clearly looking at you as he shouted, "are you okay?"

"great...!" you shouted back half-heartedly.

you wanted to say that the day got better from there, but honestly... nothing was going your way. instead of jumping into his arms and letting him swing you around in the water with his big, strong biceps, he just kept splashing at you and swimming away like it was a game of fucking tag.

when you finally got a break from the water, instead of resting in the sand with some ice creams or beers, he elected to play fucking frisbee. which you really just ran and chased after more than you actually "played" for the better part of half an hour.

and right when you thought he was gonna sit down and relax, he got caught up in a sandcastle building project with some kids... you would've joined in, but they were talking about some nerdy spaceship stuff from a sci-fi video game or something so you just decided to sit this one out on your blanket, apply your own goddamn sunscreen, and down an entire beer without coming up for breath.

at this point, you were no longer horny enough to even think about fucking this guy anymore. it was clear that he was the most active guy ever, and you would need an outstanding amount of energy to keep up with him. you had hoped that it would turn out that way in a situation with your clothes off, but alas, you no longer felt sexy enough in this drenched swimsuit that was clearly only meant for show and not actually swimming...

and once kirishima walked back up to you with a sand crab in each hand, you thought you could've fainted when he told you to hold one. "come on, he won't hurt you." he insisted.

but when a crack of thunder suddenly snapped the air and jolted kirishima enough for him to lose his grip on the small crab, the tiny crustacean fell right onto your bare chest and you shrieked like you got bitten by something.

after standing frantically and swatting it off of your skin and coming out with a couple of tiny scratches for the little claws, you looked up to see kirishima laughing with amusement, telling you that it was fine. "i mean it when i said it wouldn't hurt you."

but you were done.

"yeah, i think i'm gonna go." you said, fishing out your top and skirt from your bag.

"go? already?" kirishima's eyes widened, and he looked like a puppy who was told that he had to leave the park. as much as you hated to see it, and as sweet of a guy that he is, this is far beyond what you expected for today. "why?"

"did you not hear the thunder just now, kirishima?" you asked him, pulling your top over your wet swimsuit before reaching underneath it to pull at the strings that would loosen your bikini. "it's probably going to start raining."

you pulled out the wet swim piece, but the lingering cold still left your nipples hard underneath your shirt. which kirishima's eyes notice before he turns away with a slight blush on his cheeks.

oh, so now he decides to notice your body.

"and as nice as this has been," you grunted as you pulled your skirt over your waist, and reached under to pull your swim bottoms off. you didn't actually bring underwear with you today since you hadn't really counted on needing it... but that was on you, so you would have to deal with the repercussions, "i'm tired, i'm cold, i feel gross. and as hot as you are, i really do not see this going anywhere if you haven't been picking up all the 'fuck me' signals i have been sending you all day."

"'f-f-fuck me' signals?" he flustered, "i thought we were having a good time. i mean, n-not that i don't think you're not pretty, or like, fuckable, or-- i mean, that's not the right word. i mean, i just thought we were gonna get to know ea--"

he's interrupted by another clap of thunder, this time much angrier than the first. you almost feel like you can smell the ozone in the air. and like the perfect cherry to your sundae of a day, the rain starts coming down. right after you changed into your only set of dry clothes.

"fuck..." you closed your eyes with a defeated sigh. it was just not your day... must as well pack it in.

but just as you picked up your quickly dampening bag to head back to the parking lot, kirishima grabbed your hand and swung you back around. "wait." he said.

"what, kirishima?" you retorted with the same defeat.

"just wait. come on," he took your bag handles and dropped it back to the ground. "just... forget about everything for a minute. just stand here with me. and just, you know, feel... the rain with me."

the rain was coming down harder now. you were more than feeling it... it was practically pounding at you.

"are you serious right now?"

"come on, just close your eyes." he smiled at you. and despite the loud downpour and his face dripping with rainwater, you couldn't just break those puppy dog eyes.

so with a sigh, you closed your eyes, and let him hold your hand as the wind and rain pelted at your skin. it was still cold enough to have you shivering, but somehow... kirishima's warm body got closer to yours, and it wasn't so unbearable.

"it's just you, and me, and the elements out here. it's kinda romantic, don't you think?" his voice was incredibly close to your face now, you could tell even with your eyes closed.

by now, you knew that this guy was an idiot. you meant that in the sweetest of ways. but in a way, he's kind of poetic too. a dumb way, but it still counts. so you gave him a laugh.

"kirishima, what are you even trying to--"

you were cut off by a pair of big, warm hands cupping your face to hold you as he gave you a long, rain-soaked kiss. you only opened your eyes again when he pulled away, and you came headfirst into the deepest red you had ever seen.

and you already knew he had a nice face, and a cute smile, and a killer body. but how had you not noticed he had some of the prettiest eyes?

"i--"

he interrupted you with another sweet, long kiss. and this time, it was long enough for you to wrap yourself around him. even though the rain was still tearing at your skin and you knew that every inch of you was soaked through, this was the first time today that you couldn't bring yourself to mind.

because it was just you and him. and the elements.

when he pulled away this time, he took your hand in his, picking up your stuff with his other, and said, "okay, let's go home."

and this time, you smiled back, "finally."

***

the next morning, you walked out of kirishima's bedroom wearing only one of his t-shirts because all your clothes were still wet and you were too busy last night to remember to put them out to dry.

"hey, morning!" kirishima greeted you from the kitchenette of the apartment, "you want coffee?"

"yeah..." you murmured against his back as you hugged him from behind. you didn't let go until he had a mug prepared for you, which you happily thanked him for with a kiss before walking off in search of your phone.

when you find it, you skim through all the notifications until you find your messages from mina, who texted:

well?? how'd surfing go?? is kirishima perfect for you or not??

you chuckled as you reflected on yesterday's events before sipping at your coffee, then you coughed as you almost spit out whatever you had just put in your mouth.

"kirishima, what is this?!" you yelled at him.

"hm? oh! it's one of those protein powder type creamers that you can put in coffee. i know the taste is a lil different but it's pretty good for you!"

"ugh..." you groaned and set your mug down to reply to mina:

he's so hot but also kinda weird...

from: mina

but....?

to: mina

but... i guess i'll keep him around for a bit

from: mina

i knew it! i knew was perfect for you!!!

he's not the brightest of the bunch but he is super down to earth. which you kinda need... no offense

to: mina

how do you know i'm not just keeping him around for his massive schlong

from: mina

because it's kirishima. i just know ;) he's more than his schlong

if anyone could hold you down, it's that guy

you looked over to where you could see kirishima dramatically flipping pancakes, and then one of them almost lands on his head...

yeah. you could tell he was real promising.

- fin -

[myonepiece]

Kid, Shanks, Ace seeing S/O as he (character) dies

I’m watching doctor sleep and sobbing at all the death bc I’m in a wierd lovey-dovey shitty place mentally rn so heres this:

Description: while he lays dying during a battle, he sees his s/o fighting on the battlefield, kind of like a last thoughts drabble

TW- death

Shanks & Ace under the cut

The blood was soaking through his clothes, far too much in quantity for him to be okay. But Kid is rash, strong, he wouldn’t die like this. He tried to get up, again and again, until his eyes caught sight of you. Tearing down enemies left and right with their blood soaking you, not your own. Kid lay back but kept his head up so as to watch. As much as he denied this would be his dying day, somewhere deep down he knew it, and he didn’t want his last moments to be wasted. 

Sure in this moment he could mull over his regrets, over his failures- how he didn’t keep his feet on the ground, how he didn’t lead his crew to victory, how he didn’t become pirate king, though more painfully how he didn’t protect you till his dying moment, how he didn’t get to witness your smile as you watched him claim his title of pirate king, how he didn’t get to see you adorn the ring he kept hidden away in his coat.

Sure Kid was afraid to lose you, afraid to watch you die and utter your last words before your eyes fluttered shut forever- but never once had he dreamed of him being the one losing his life. Kid had never fully understood the true meaning of pain, the true meaning behind the saying “parting is such sweet sorrow”- as he had heard you say while telling him about your latest read. But in this moment he would say that is what he felt, a sweet sorrow aching in his every vein. 

No longer would he get to hold you, to feel your soft skin under his calloused touch, to feel your heartbeat against his ear, to watch as you unraveled beneath him. He would not be able to hug or kiss or play with you again. Fuck you had made him such a softy. 

But with pain of course there was a soothing feeling that aided him. He would not part from you, not now, not ever. He would still be able to gaze upon your every detail, watching as you took down crew, burned cities to the ground, left bodies in your wake. Kid would be able to watch as you stood by the ship railing, watching the sunset with tear filled eyes as you relived the memories of you time together in your imagination. He could watch as you took the throne, witnessng the moment you would claim the seas as your own, thanking him under your breath. 

Kid smiled sweetly as he watched your eyes land on his limp form, his chest heaving with every raspy breath he captured in attempt to stay longer. Oh dear how you looked so beautiful covered in the blood of your fallen enemies, but that bitter look on your face as you dropped your sword and ran towards him. You idiot you’re too far away to reach him before he’s gone. And so Kid’s eyes fluttered, the lights inside flickering as his strength abandoned his body. He lifted his hand, weakly waving in in attempt to let you know he was leaving, and the widest smile overtook his features. Such a bittersweet sight.

Shanks did not struggle, he did not attempt to get up only to leave sooner, he knew what was happening. The multiple blades implaing him left no room for confusion or doubt, from anyone’s end. He had no regrets, he had lived a good life, he had an amazing crew, rich adventures, more journeys than one man would normally take in two lifetimes- and he had the most wonderful partner in crime, a lover so wonderful Shanks swore you to be an angel. 

He watched leaning against a wall, as you fought side by side with his crew, aiding their fight to claim victory. There was no doubt in his mind that Shanks had chosen the right path. The moment he met you he knew he wanted to grow old with you, and though now it would seem he would not get to do that, he would. No not by your side in person, but wandering through the atmosphere observing from above the ground you stood on. 

He would be there to create the luminescent apparition that scared away any nosy people threatening you while your back was turned, he would be there to splash the waves into your face while you stood on the ship deck, he would be there to carry the florwers into your hair only for you to laugh it off as the wind. When you speak into the air to him, not knowing he is sitting in the corner with ghostly tears running down his cheeks.

And many years from now, when it is your time, Shanks will be waiting right at your side on your deathbed, waiting with open arms and an eager expression to embrace you once again. 

So now as he sits against the wall, he simply smiles and lets the tears fall. He does not worry about the looks from his crew or his enemies, he only worries that you will not see how much you mean to him. This, is when the fear reaches him. Perhaps.... Shanks does have one single regret? Did he tell you he loved you enough? Did he tell you that you hold his whole heart in your hands, that if you told him to. He would bring the world to its knees, he would steal the stars from the heavens and the fire from hell if you asked. 

Shanks sat against the wall in a puddle of his own blood, the serene expression on his face was a terrifying sight to you. He looked too calm, even for him. And as you slowly made your way towards the red haired man, you knew it was happening. Shanks watched as you dropped your weapon and began taking slow fearful steps in his direction. You looked so beautiful, so amazing. He grinned.

He was contempt in dying now, yes there may be things he never found, or achieved, or owned, but at the end of his life, those things didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had you and you had him, he had found a heart to love him- and now... it would miss him.

Fear and panic gripped at Ace’s heart as he gasped for breath, the multiple holes in his body making that task quite excruciating and near impossible- but he would not leave you alone. No matter how bad his wounds are, he wouldn’t leave you. He tried to get up, he tried he swears. He tried and tried until the sight of you made him freeze in his actions. 

He had heard of people talking about how their life flashed before their eyes, and now he experienced it. A summary if you will, of your love story. From the moment you met, the first date, the first kiss, your first time together, and the moments in between. When you would sneak into the kitchen at night to steal food, only to blame him when Thatch caught the two of you in the act. When you would run to him in the night when the stormy waters and crashes of thunder sounding through the sky like bombs scared you half to death and you only longed for his embrace. When you would lay face-to-face at night and Ace would get lost in your eyes that reminded him of the starry sky, carrying just as much mystery and beauty.

When you would sit in his lap while the crew danced and partied and drank, when you provided safety in your arms when the fear struck Ace down as well. He would laugh with you in the worst and best moments alike. 

He laughed at the looks of envy he recieved from the crew when the two of you would sit together and stare at each other like their was no one else in the world, how they wished they could have someone who looked at them like that. They would all congratulate him on finding someone like you, someone who loved him with all their little heart- that was when Ace would run back and tell you about their praises while clinging onto you and thanking you for letting him love you.

Remember when he proposed with the biggest shiniest diamond ring he could find in the looted treasure? Because that was exactly what you deserved, the best. When the Whitebeard crew had held a wedding for him, and he sobbed as he watched you walk down the makeshift isle. 

He had fell in love so deeply that he could not climb back out, though he never tried. “Love me until my dying day” you had said, and Ace had agreed with every intention of doing so. He wanted to share every step and accomplishment with you, he wanted to go to the ends of the earth and back with you. He wanted to hold your hand when the both of you are on your deathbeds, he would look to you and say- he would say “We made it”.

His plans were not tarnished now though, he might not be able to be with you in person but his spirit would cling to every second. The coldness you feel on your hands at night in the warmth of your room, that’s Ace trying to show you he’s there. The wind that messes up your papers and spreads them across the room, that’s Ace’s attempt at making you laugh. And when your time has finally come, after many more adventures with the crew, after many more years filled with happiness and laughter, when you are on your deathbed, when the light is gone from your eyes, Ace will be there, holding your hand, and he will tell you “We made it”.

You spot Ace from across the battfield, Thatch is holding him against his chest but Ace is staring at you, he’s sobbing. He wears the most lovesick grin, you could ever imagine, as if he’s trying to telling you he loves you with his expression alone. That is, in a sense, what Ace is trying to do, as he no longer has enough breath to say anything. 

[neowinestainedress]

DYNASTY / NCT

CHARACTHERS 

TAEYONG LEE "I've been having a hard time adjusting. I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting"

The role of the leader passed at him naturally. When the fire changed their lives forever, none of the others hesitated for a moment to know that the future of the city had to be put in his hands. Yet, he didn't feel the same. He couldn't see how they had so much hope and trust in him to hold things together when he couldn't even hold himself, anymore. But he knew that they still saw in him the protective older brother that used to take care of everybody and tried to defend them from everything, unfortunately, he knew that child wasn't there anymore.

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THE PROTECTOR

In charge of protecting the city and looking after the citizens. He's helped by his team, divided between the protectors who stay at the door of the city to control who comes in and out, and a team inside of the city that mostly focuses on the citizens' needs and external relations.

JOHNNY SUH "Cause in the end the road is long, but only cause it makes strong. It's filled with twist and peaks and turn. Sometimes you have to learn to forget about it."

If there was something Johnny was good at, it was observing. He loved to see things from a different point of view and analyze them since he was a child, so it wasn't surprising when the role of the protector was given to him. He always believed that everything happens for a reason, and you can choose to make it kill you or make you stronger. He once went for the first one and lost a loved one, so he won't let that happen again.

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THE THINKERS

The unit in charge of the bureaucracy. They are the ones that take care of the plans for the city, helping Taeyong with their outstanding logical thoughts skills. They can always maintain calm, even in the worst situations, always trying to weigh the pros and cons of the situation.

TAEIL MOON "All the things that I've done and I've seen. Still I don't know, don't know what it means, to be human."

Taeil always felt a big weight on his chest for being the eldest of the group and not manacing to protect them all. He wasn't the one who started to see the red flags, he never stopped Taeyong and Anastasia and their reckless plan. Thoughts haunt him at night that he should've done better. As the oldest, he had seen the worst thing, but the more he tries to remember, the more he feels disconnected from reality.

DOYOUNG KIM "Tell me the truth, tell me, do you still remember feelin' young and strong enough to get it wrong in front of all these people?"

Doyoung has always been the most impassible one of all of them. Nothing could tarnish him. He strongly believed that behind everything there was a scientific and logical explanation. He had no time to let himself get caught in pointless things like emotions and hypotheses. But with that came a strong need of never failing, because he couldn't let people see him as weak, or wrong. He always had to get it right on the first try. Live, though, loved to prove him wrong. .

TEN LEE "'Cause I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best."

Ten intelligence has always been witty and sharp. With his way, he could manipulate anybody with a blink of an eye. He loved control and power, and the feeling they brought with them. He always had to be one step in front of the others and know exactly what to do, how and when. But behind all of this confidence, a fear of failing hid behind.

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THE FIGHTERS

The unit in charge of fighting. Their abilities are mostly physical and differentiated in different specialities. They have been training since they were children and all of them got better in a specific field but overall they developed ability in all the ??.

YUTA NAKAMOTO "My demons are begging me to open up my mouth. I need them mechanically make the words come out. They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce. Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about."

Yuta had one thing in mind, revenge. He had to carry with him the name of the people that put them through the worst and he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to see them beg for forgiveness and then take everything from them just like they did.

JAEHYUN JEONG "My heart's gone bad, now it won't beat for you. You had your laugh, now I won't play the fool. I've lied for you, and I liked it too. But I'm black and blue, from bleedin' for you."

Jaehyun has always been quiet, always in a corner, respecting the rules and never talking back. At least in front of their parents and all the things he was afraid of. He was calm of nature, that's what they would say to him. But the more life marked him, the more he realized he had a fire inside, and they weren't ready to see the flames.

LIV HANSEN "I can feel the flames on my skin. Crimson red paint on my lips. If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing. I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming."

Liv was just like her name, life. Her burning red hair was flames itself, just like her. Dangerously pretty, dangerously quiet. Nobody could shut her, always saying what she was thinking since she was a child. She never let anybody step on her or tell her no. She had always been a force of nature, protecting everyone around her like a summer breeze caressing skin at night, until she realised that in that world she had to be a hurricane to protect who she loved, and never fail again.

LUCAS WONG "I don't envy, I will survive. And I've been begging and begging myself, please don't close your eyes. I don't have tears, I cried it all."

Lucas has always been the positive one of the group, the one that managed to always bring happiness even in the worst situations. He wasn't a hopeless romantic, he simply had to try and find the good in everything to survive. He knew it couldn't rain forever.

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THE HEALERS

The unit of doctors. They mostly learned by themselves, studying hard as soon as they realized they needed to always have somebody who could heal their friends. And then have been trained professionally. They work downtown at the medicals studios but also operate in the palace.

KUN QIAN "Losing is easy, winning takes bravery. I am a tiger's fool Out in the open. No one to save me. The kindest of whispers are cruel."

Kun always liked taking care of the others, from the smallest things to the biggest. So it wasn't surprising for him to be a healer. But he also had another passion, magic. It had started when he was bored and had nothing to do, behind everybody's eyes. People were scared of the unknown, and he simply found it stupid, because, behind every magic trick, there was logic. Little did it know, what life had planned for them.

SICHENG DONG "I found what I'd been looking for in myself. Found a life worth living for someone else. Never thought that I could be happy. I believe in possibility. I believe someone's watching over me."

The bad things that happened in his life never made him lose hope. He believed in kindness. But most importantly, he believed in people and that everybody could have another chance in life. Helping others came naturally for him because nothing could come close to the feeling he got when he saw the person he helped have a smile on their faces.

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THE DREAM CHASER

The unit made of teenagers who are not children of The Rebels, except for Mark. Their team is wide and filled with other personalities that don't take place in the other units, except for a thinker, a healer and two fighters.

MARK LEE ⮚fighter

DEJUN XIAO ⮚pilot

HENDERY WONG ⮚ hacker

RENJUN HUANG ⮚thinker

JENO LEE ⮚ training fighter

DONGHYUCK LEE ⮚ hacker

JAEMIN NA ⮚ healer

YANGYANG LIU ⮚ racer

CHENLE ZHONG ⮚ chemist

JISUNG PARK ⮚ hacker

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JUNGWOO KIM "I live inside my own world of make-believe. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach. Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep."

Being a functional human being felt impossible to him, by now. Anxiety trapped him in a cage and it felt worst than when that trap were burning flames. He couldn't let go of his past and the pain they inflected him, and he couldn't let any of his friends close to him again, terrified they would use him against them again.

ANASTASIA ARENAS "But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time."

Anastasia has always been inconvenient, she never liked their little games, and she always made it clear. That's why they had to get rid of her. If only they knew she would've found a way back home, and this time ready to break the chain once for all.

ANIKA SINGH "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. You had to kill me but it killed you just the same."

Is it possible to have a family, a house, and feel like you don't have a place where you belong? For her, it was. Anika spent her whole life being somebody her father wanted her to be. She was trapped between her duties and her dreams, always selfless, focused on taking care of her sisters. But what if the perfect daughter chooses herself for once?

SOOMIN WAN "Now I breathe flames each time I talk. My cannons all firin' at your yacht. They say 'move on' but you know I won't."

Soomin learned how to survive all by herself. She has no idea what a family is, and she's not even looking to find out. She's only looking for revenge. Because she used to have a family, before they took it away from her, right in front of her eyes. Nobody likes a mad woman, but He wanted her to be like that.

[tsrookie]

This Is Me Trying

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Alyssa Brooks)

A/N: Hey everyone! Soooo I was actually planning to scrap this fic, since I seriously couldn’t think about practically after Chapter 11. But then Chapter 12 came out, and boom! My brain finally decided to finish this! @kaavyaethanramsey Thank you so much for pre-reading! And a special thanks to @openheart12 for being totally chill with me taking this song for inspiration even though she had plans to do the same!

Song Inspiration: This Is Me Trying by Taylor Swift. I’m going to do some shameless promo for Taylor since her label ain’t bothering with that🙄

STREAM FOLKLORE!

Word Count: 3600+

Warning(s): One curse word

Summary: My version of Ethan’s thoughts after the MK heist. This man is NOT EASY to write!

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Edenbrook was mostly quiet during the night shift. Most doctors left as soon as their time was up, not wanting to spend any more time in the hospital than they already had to.

But that wasn’t the case for a certain diagnostician.

The lamp on Ethan’s desk shone with a clear light in a stark contrast to his confusing thoughts. His mind was clouded. Clouded with thoughts of her.

Dr. Alyssa Brooks, the one he had hand selected from a thousand applications, the resident who had taken Edenbrook by storm as just a mere intern, and the woman who now held his heart.

He’d kissed her twice in less than two days. He couldn’t be the emotionless robot he had pretended to be for 10 years. He wanted to throw away everything to just hold her in his arms without a worry in the world. He didn’t want to just stand next to her. He wanted to be with her. But he had no idea how.

I’ve been having a hard time adjusting

I had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting

I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

His mind automatically took him back to one of the most painful nights of his life: The night he’d returned from the Amazon.

“You’re an idiot Ramsey. An absolute moron. You know she’ll be there, then why the hell are you going there?!”, he’d scolded himself as his legs, as though they had a mind of their own, took him to Donahue’s.

He had no idea how she would react to seeing him. He was, after all, the man who was a complete coward and ran away from her and his feelings for her.

He wouldn’t have blamed her if she was in the arms of that scalpel jockey. At least he would treat her the way she’d deserved to be treated. Unlike him, who only knew to run. He had hoped that she would’ve buried her feelings for him.

The look on her face said it all. The pain, the betrayal, but also the care and concern, was plain to see in her brown doe-like eyes. Two months apart had done nothing to help either of them. He’d still cared for her way more than a mentor was supposed to care for a mentee. And then she’d kissed him.

In those few seconds, he’d felt more air in his lungs than he had ever felt in two months in the Amazon forest. He’d desperately wanted to kiss her back. He’d wanted to let her know that he cared about her more than she could possibly comprehend. But he didn’t.

It almost killed him to tell her that they had to reset. But he didn’t know what else to do at that point. That would forever remain one of his biggest regrets. He’d put them both through so much of pain that he could never forgive himself. He’d hurt her so much. Yet, she’d never given up on them.

He shook his head to bring himself back to the present. He looked into his wristwatch. 12:30 am. It was past midnight. He had to go home as he was past the point of trying to get any work done.

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout

Could’ve followed my fears all the way down

And maybe I don’t quite know what to say

But I’m here in your doorway

He drove out of the hospital and his eyes caught a flash of red walking on the pavement. “Alyssa?” She whipped her head around, recognizing his voice. She looked exhausted, but he wouldn’t blame her, knowing the day she had. Her ginger roots were all over her face and her clothes were completely wrinkled.

“Hey Ethan...”, she croaked in a raspy voice.

“Why on earth are you walking home? I thought you always took the train.”

“The station seemed overcrowded. Wasn’t in the mood to bump into any frat boys.”, she chuckled lightly.

“Get in. I’ll drive you home.”, he said. She opened her mouth to protest, but decided against it seeing the deadpan look on his face.

Her eyes were trained on the road. He glanced at her a couple of times but it didn’t seem like she noticed. She didn’t seem as lively as she was after they’d returned from Mass Kenmore. Something was nagging her, and he was determined to find out what.

“Is everything okay?”, he asked gently, not wanting to push her.

“Hmm... yeah it’s fine... everything’s fine.”, she replied unconvincingly.

“Alyssa...”

He took her hand in his and pulled over at her doorstep. “What’s wrong?”, he asked again, looking straight into her eyes. They were glassy and rimmed with red. His eyes slightly widened, realizing that she had been crying.

“It’s... a lot Ethan. First, it’s Kyra. She’s going to have major surgery. An extrapleural pneumonectomy. It could either save her, or...”, she trailed off, biting her trembling lip. He held her hand tighter, to try and give her the strength to continue. She took a deep breath and continued.

“I’m terrified about what could happen to her. I know I said that I could handle it this morning, but having her in this literal life of death situation... I just can’t”, she choked out a sob.

He immediately wrapped his arms around her on instinct. Her fragile frame trembled as she cried into his shirt. His heart broke to see her like this. He knew that Kyra had a slim chance of survival, but seeing the impact on Alyssa was too much to bear. He’d been through the same situation when Dolores died, and she’d helped him get through it. No matter what was to happen to Kyra, he was going to stand by her side through it all.

“And Raf...”, she suddenly said in receding sobs. “Raf’s leaving town and I have no idea why. It’s completely out of the blue and I’m really worried about him. He hasn’t been the same since the beginning of this year, and now he just decides to leave Boston.”

Ethan was surprised as well. He had known the paramedic only for a couple of months and even he was surprised at his decision to leave. He seemed to love his hometown and it seemed completely out of character for him to leave like this.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know that she was going through so much. It hurt him beyond anything to see her in her most vulnerable state.

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

“Alyssa, I...”

He searched for the right words to say. He had comforted plenty of patients in the past, but nothing had prepared him to hold Alyssa in his arms.

“I know that I can’t take all this away, no matter how much I want to. But if you ever need anyone to talk to, or just want me around, I’ll be there. That’s a promise.”

He owed it to her. He owed her the world and more. She’d stood by him and been his rock through all his issues with his mother. He wanted to be there for her. He had to at least try.

“Thank you Ethan...”, she said with a soft smile that was enough to light up his whole world. He reluctantly let her go with a kiss to her hand. “Sleep well Alyssa.”

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

His lips still tingled from touching her hand. “Heaven knows how I’m going to keep up this pathetic act.” As he drove along the nearly empty streets, his mind went back to the most stupid decision of his life...

“You can’t live life like this Ethan. You can’t keep isolating yourself from her.”, Naveen had told him when he had made the foolish decision to run away to the Amazon. The old man had always known what went on in Ethan’s mind. There wasn’t a day where Naveen hadn’t chided him for locking himself up in his own cage. But he didn’t know what to do. His walls were up too high for anyone to climb over them.

But then Alyssa barged into his life. She broke into the invisible cage he had alienated himself in. All his high walls came up short for her. No one else had broken through his soul like her. He watched the walls he had built for over twenty years come falling down for her.

But despite all that, he had majorly screwed up. He had been nothing but rude and cold for weeks in her second year thanks to Gwyneth Monroe and Leland Bloom. He was furious at the board, but deep down he had known that the team would change a lot due to the budget cuts. He knew that it was completely unfair to direct his anger at her and everyone else in the hospital. But he didn’t know what else to do. His values and Naveen’s vision had been compromised, and that clouded his mind from thinking of anything else.

The regret and guilt in her eyes had pained him immensely. As time passed, he had accepted the fact that the fault wasn’t hers and that he was truly thankful to her for making the decision he was dreading. But he had no idea how to tell her all of that. His words and actions had hurt her and there was no going back and changing them. And it wasn’t even the first time. Hurting her repeatedly was all he ever did.

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here

Pouring out my heart to a stranger

But I didn’t pour the whiskey

He remembered his days from med school. After Tobias had betrayed him by stealing Serena Jane, he didn’t bother with romance. He completely submerged himself in his studies. His peers found true happiness and love while he had accomplished more than anyone could have dreamed of, but stayed unhappy.

Whenever he opened up, he would just go through a world of pain. Tobias was the only person who he had truly trusted. But then he had stabbed him in the back in every way possible. He hadn’t planned to let Naveen in, but the old man had become like a second father to him. And then he had nearly died, which had terrified Ethan more than he had let on. He shouldn’t have let anyone in after that.

But then there was Alyssa.

His Rookie. He knew damn well that that nickname had become a term of endearment. That was why he rarely called her that after her second year began. He didn’t want to get her hopes up only to hurt her again.

He fell asleep with all these thoughts tormenting him.

The next day was pretty dull. He hadn’t seen her in the morning since the team didn’t have any new patients. He knew that she was probably working on Kyra’s case in her free time and didn’t want to impose. By the end of his shift, he was questioning his decision to even show up at work as it was incredibly tedious and monotonous without Alyssa by his side.

He found himself sitting at Donahue’s, with his eyes flicking to the door every once in thirty seconds in hopes that she would walk in. “You look like you haven’t slept properly in days”, said Reggie’s voice. “I mean, I know you’re busy as hell, but you at least used to look like you were a normal human back then.”, he chuckled. Ethan let out a heavy sigh as he stared at his untouched glass of whiskey. “You okay?”

Ethan considered Reggie to be a... good acquaintance, which was more than he considered three-fourth of the people in the hospital to be. But was he about to pour his heart out to him?

He looked down at his full glass and realized he didn’t even need the alcohol to express his agony. He just couldn’t take it anymore.

“It’s... Alyssa.”, he said as his eyes filled with pain.

“Tell me.”, Reggie said as he leaned on the bar countertop.

“I don’t know what to do about her. She’s a brilliant young doctor and my mentee. She has the skill and potential to become one of the greatest doctors the world has ever seen. And I need to push her to be that. Caring about her... that’ll get in the way. I might start being lenient with her if I’m with her. And I don’t want that to hinder her development...” He trailed off as a lump formed in his throat.

Opening up like this brought the bitter truth to light. There were too many professional obstacles for them to be a normal couple. But those were nothing compared to their emotional issues.

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

At least I’m trying

He took a deep breath as he continued, “I don’t even know why she would want me. I’ve done nothing, absolutely nothing but cause her pain from the very start. I was the one who first kissed her. I was the one who lead her on. I was, sorry, am the coward who broke her heart by running away to the Amazon. I dragged her into the mess that is my personal life. But she still wants to stay. She’s by my side whenever I need her and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay her for everything she’s done for me.” He choked out a small sob. He loathed himself.

She was the last person on the planet who he ever wanted to hurt, but that was all he had ever done. Trying to make up for all that pain seemed nearly impossible.

“I don’t deserve her Reggie... I just don’t. I don’t even know how I fell in so deep. It all just... happened. And now I’m stuck in a dilemma where I need to be the best mentor I can be for her but I also can’t live a life without her as something so much more than just my mentee! I want her to be my-”

He stopped as he suddenly realised what he was about to say. He was about to admit that he wanted her to be his girlfriend. He wanted an actual relationship with her.

Reggie smiled knowingly at him. “Say it Ethan. Say it out loud so that you can finally accept it for yourself.” “I... I want to be in a relationship with her.”, he said. He let out a breath that he didn’t realized he’d been holding. He felt free.

And it’s hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You’re a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

He suddenly heard a laugh. Her laugh. His favourite sound in the whole world.

He whipped his head towards the source of the sound and sure enough, she was there. She was in the middle of what seemed like a drunken dance off with Lahela. But he didn’t look even half as drunk as Alyssa. Her eyes were hooded and worn out. Her clothes were all wrinkled up, but she didn’t seem to care at all, which was quite a surprise.

Something told him that she had overworked herself and was drinking to combat the exhaustion. But the way she moved made him feel otherwise. The way her hips swayed slowed in the dim light of Donahue’s sent his thoughts into the gutter.

His mind flashed with memories of the night she had won her ethics hearing. The way she had flashed a lopsided grin at him when he’d lied to a resident while leaving the bar. Her incredibly messy yet perfect room. The night they’d last slept together. The night he’d last felt her body perfectly intertwine with his. It all seemed like nothing but a distant memory now, with all that had happened. But he could never forget that night, no matter how hard he tried.

He let out a sigh as he looked at Reggie. “I think it’s better if I left now... It’s for the best if she doesn’t notice me.”

“Too late for that, since your Rookie is on her way to the bar right now”, came a reply with a smirk. Ethan let out a frustrated sigh, but he found himself unable to suppress the slight smile on his face as she made her way towards him.

“Ethaaan! What a *hiccup* wonderful surpriiise! I had noo idea you’d *hiccup* be here!”, she said in a singsong voice.

“Dr. Broo- Alyssa, what exactly do you think you’re doing near the bar in this state?”, he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Juuuust a few more *hiccup* drinks. I’m purrrrfectly fine.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. It seemed like it was now up to him to make sure she could at least walk straight.

“No. You are not having any more. I can’t handle a hungover member on my team when the Senator arrives.”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“Actually I am.”, he smirked as he ushered her out of the bar.

And I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying (Maybe I don't quite know what to say)

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

The cold Boston air hit them in the face as they got outside. Winter was coming, and it seemed that his favourite resident had forgotten to bring a coat to combat the chilly weather.

It didn’t take him more than a second to realize she was shivering. Wordlessly, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise, her glassy eyes filling with life. He looked away on instinct, but couldn’t suppress the smile at the corner of his lips on seeing her in his clothes.

“Hey... I dunno if I’ve *hiccup* said this before, but I’m really glad to have you in my corner *hiccup* ya know. The past few days have been... so overwhelming and... I would’ve *hiccup* lost my mind if it wasn’t for you.”

He turned to look at her. Her brown eyes were filled with sincerity and... something else. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something new. Something... affectionate.

If she could be wasted and still manage to talk to him with complete honesty, then his sober mind could do just the same.

He took her hands in his. They were cold, and sent a jolt of electricity through him. “Alyssa, I meant what I said yesterday. If you ever need me, for anything, at any time, I’ll be there. Nothing will ever change that, no matter what... changes between us.”

He saw her face light up at his words, and he realized that he had quite the same expression himself.

He didn’t know whether she was going to ask him anything further of the topic of... them. It seemed like she decided not to, and he was grateful for it. He still didn’t know what exactly to do, but he knew that it was foolish to keep pushing her away.

“Alyssa where on earth- Oh!”

Doctor Trinh’s eyes widened as she witnessed the tender exchange between them. Her expression morphed from shock to utter delight as she saw their joined hands. If it was someone else, Ethan would’ve immediately pulled away. But this was Alyssa’s best friend, and a doctor who he knew he could trust with their secret, especially since she had seen him come out of her room the previous year.

“I’ll umm... tell Jackie that it’ll take a while.”, she said sheepishly as she turned away from the pair.

“No it’s alright. I need to *hiccup* get some rest before tomorrow. We’re done here. Unless... there’s *hiccup* anything else you want to say?”, she asked as his eyes locked with hers again.

“Yeah... just that I don’t want you to worry too much. Everything’s going to be okay Alyssa.”, he said with a smile that mirrored hers. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her temple, as she reluctantly pulled away from him for the night.

“Thank you Ethan... for everything.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The ghost of a smile adorned his face as he went back to his car. He wasn’t sure about how she felt about everything. Hell, he still wasn’t sure about how he was feeling. But it was something beautiful. Something he hadn’t felt for anyone he had been involved with. Something that filled his heart with joy. Something he had thought that was impossible for him to feel since his mother had left him at eleven.

Love. Ethan Ramsey was in love with Alyssa Brooks.

The very idea terrified him. The worry of losing someone he loved had been rooted his mind since childhood. But she was different. His heart opened up to her in a way it had done with no one before.

It was going to be a long road, filled with obstacles and barriers. He didn’t even know if she felt the same about him. But he wanted to try. His life would never be complete without her in it, and the thought of a reset could never cross his mind again. Changing his view on the world was worth a try when it came to her. Because she was worth the risk. “She always has been.”

At least I'm trying

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A/N 2: Hope you guys liked it! I’ve shamelessly included Louis Tomlinson and GoT references even though it’s supposed to be inspired from a Taylor Swift song😬 Let me know if you found them! And I hope I managed to stay true to the fact that our man is super oblivious to the fact that MC is head over heels for him as well😅 I tried to make this one seem like an actual fic instead of a kinda boring narration that I did last time. As always, constructive criticism is much appreciated❤️

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[the-writing-rat]

Rats Short Stories (1) 

Ella

synopsis: re-telling of Cinderella as a trans story, taking elements from both the original Grimms tale and the Disney movie 

Story under the break

Once upon a time, in a small kingdom, lived a merchant and his family, a wife, and daughter in a nice house near the castle. Their daughter named herself Ella, and she learned everything she knew about grace and womanhood from her mother. But the shining light in this world that was her mother, did not last very long. She fell ill, and the illness took her from her family. With her dying breath, she told Ella to remember to be kind and resilient all her days, then she died, taking the light in Ella and her father’s lives with her.  

Ella’s father believed that she needed motherly guidance, as she was still young, and being a merchant, he couldn’t keep her with him when he went on his long trips. So he remarried. With his new wife, came two daughters, Ella’s stepsisters. They were nice to Ella, for a while, but were very rude to her when her father was gone. One day, as her father was leaving for a trip, he asked his daughters what they would like for him to bring them when he returned. One sister asked for a string of pearls, the other asked for a fancy dress. 

“And you, Ella?” her father asked.

“Give me the first branch to strike your hat on the way home,” Ella replied. With a smile, her father left. When he returned, Ella’s sisters rejoiced with their gifts and ran upstairs to try on their gifts. Ella took the branch, from a Hazel tree as her father had told her, out to her mother’s grave. Once planted, she cried, and her tears watered the branch, and it began to grow into a tree. 

Ella always enjoyed her time with her father, those short days between his trips were precious to her. But soon enough, her father left again. This time, instead of him marching in the front door and announcing his return, a letter pronouncing him dead arrived on the doorstep. After that, everything in the house changed. Ella’s stepmother started to be even more horrible towards Ella than she had been before. She took away Ella’s dresses and gave them to Ella’s sisters. But Ella did not complain. She was kind and resilient, just as her mother taught her. She didn’t even complain when she was forced to clean their messes, cook their food, and sleep in front of the hearth to keep warm. Kindness and resilience, Ella would tell herself when her sisters and stepmother began calling her “servant boy” and made fun of her dirty face by calling her “Cinders”. They did not call her Ella anymore. But whenever she could, she would politely ask if they would stop calling her such things. And every time, they laughed. 

“As if you could be a girl! Look as your calloused hands, your dirty face! No lady would ever look that way!” soon, Ella stopped asking, but the words never stopped hurting.  

Meanwhile, at the castle of their small kingdom, the prince was arguing with his father.

“To be King you must marry!” shouted the king.

“Father! If I’m to marry, it must be for love!” The prince shouted back, and this argument continued for some time. After many hours, they came to a compromise. The King agreed to let the prince host a festival at the palace for three days,  at the end of these three days, of the prince had not fallen in love and chosen a wife, he would be married to a woman of the king’s choosing. And so, the festival was announced. 

When Ella’s family got word of the festival, and that the prince was choosing his bride, Ella’s sisters were so excited, of course, they had to go. 

“Cinders! Mend my gown! Find my jewels! Cinders! Cinders!” they shouted, and Ella helped them. She mended their gowns, found their jewels, shined their shoes, did their hair, all without complaint. Kindness and Resilience. Once her sisters were all ready for the first night of the festival, she asked her stepmother if she could go as well. They all laughed at her.

“Why would you want to go? The prince wants a real girl for his bride.” then Ella’s stepmother picked up a jar of lentils from the kitchen and poured them into the hearth. With a fire iron, she stirred the lentils in with the ashes. “Besides, Cinders, you haven’t finished your chores.” with that, Ella’s family left, leaving Ella to pick the lentils from the ashes. 

As she worked, she sang. She sang of her troubles, of her sorrows, and of her hopes and dreams. Little did she know, the animals were listening. Two birds flew in the kitchen window and began helping her pick the lentils from the ashes. She thanked them for their help, and soon, there were no more lentils to clean. As Ella left the kitchen for the first time since her family had left, she saw some birds and mice dragging something large across the floor. She found it was a dress, certainly fancy enough to go to the festival in, and Ella knew it was meant for her. Excitedly, she put it on and thanked the animals as she ran to the festival. 

Once she arrived, she was dazzled by the lights and the decorations and the music, it was all so new to her, and that was exciting. It wasn’t hard to spot the prince, he was in the middle of everything, the girls, the dance floor, it was clear that this was all made for him. But Ella felt that some of it, maybe just a little bit, was for her. When Ella’s eyes met with the Prince’s, he excused himself from his current partner and found his way to her. 

“Would you care to dance?” he asked. Ella nodded and took his outstretched hand. And they danced and talked for quite some time, the Prince refused to dance with anyone other than her. In the middle of their fifth, or maybe sixth dance, a familiar face caught Ella’s eye. It was one of her sisters, and Ella was sure that her sister had recognized her too. Without warning, she broke from the prince’s grasp and hurried as fast as her feet could take her all the way back home.

 Once back in the house, she knew that she couldn’t let herself be caught with the dress, so she stripped herself from its silken embrace and threw it into the hearth, then lit a fire. She cried as it burned, that beautiful dress of hers, but she knew that it must be this way. Soon, her family returned and found Ella sitting in front of the hearth, warming her hands by its flames. 

“Cinders, did you enjoy the festival tonight?” her sisters asked with a knowing look in their eyes. 

“I did not go to the festival,” Ella replied, “but I hope you all enjoyed it.”

“Oh, it was quite lovely,” one of her sisters replied. “Wouldn’t you say so, Cinders? Weren’t the lights magnificent?” 

“The ones I could see from the house were beautiful” Ella agreed. 

“And the prince,” the other one continued. “He was very handsome. Don’t you agree, Cinders?” 

“I’ve heard he is,” Ella answered each of their questions carefully, so they wouldn’t find out about her whereabouts that night, though they almost certainly knew.  Soon her sisters grew tired and Ella helped them out of their shoes and gowns and made their beds for them. After all of that was done, Ella curled up in front of the hearth to sleep, and for the first time in a long time, she smiled as she went to sleep. 

The next day, her sisters were even more excited to go to the festival. Their gowns were fancier, their jewels more shined, their shoes more polished. Ella did not ask to go to the festival, and she did not have the lentils to clean. But once her family left, Ella found her way to her mother’s grave and cried. Her beautiful dress was gone, and there would be no way to go to the festival now. Little did she know, the animals heard her tears, and once again, they brought her a dress, and set it at the base of the tree. Along with the dress came a wonderful pair of shiny shoes that matched her dress and fit her feet perfectly. Her hope restored, Ella put on the dress and found her way to the festival again. Once more, the prince picked her from the crowd and danced with her all night, until she ran from him again, to make it back to the house before the rest of her family. Once back at the house she hid the dress and shoes in the branches of the tree and made her way back into the house, and no one questioned her about her whereabouts for the evening. 

It was the third and final day of the festival, and Ella’s sisters needed all the help they could get. They wore all of their jewels, their biggest, fanciest dresses, and their shiniest shoes. As they were getting ready they complained about how the prince barely danced with anyone the night before. 

“It seems he may have chosen his wife already,” one sighed. Ella blushed as she shined her sister’s shoes. 

“But we will try to win him anyway.” the other answered. And soon enough they left. Ella took the time this evening to make herself look as nice as she could before taking the dress and shoes from the tree and making her way to the festival. The prince seemed to find her the second she walked in he marched right up to her and asked her to dance. She took his hand and they danced through the night. Ella hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the prince said 

“I plan on announcing you as my bride tonight.” Ella looked him in the eyes then searched the dance floor and couldn’t find her family anywhere. They had left. 

“I’m sorry but I must go” she whispered to the prince and ran away from him, hopefully, she could still make it back before her family did. Ella abandoned her shoes on the steps as she ran, knowing they would slow her down. She ran into the house, still in her gown to find that she was too late, her family had already arrived.  

“You stupid little servant boy,” Ella’s stepmother said, walking toward her. “You really thought that you could put on a dress and go to the festival and act like you’re a proper lady? We both know that isn’t true, we all know that isn’t true. You’re just a sad little orphan who doesn’t know how to deal with himself.” 

“I am a lady” Ella muttered. 

“No, you are not.” Ella’s stepmother argued. “You’re a little boy in a dress. Take away the dress,” her spindly fingers gripped Ella’s dress, then she yanked, ripping the dress a little. “And you’re just a little boy.” then she ripped the dress a little bit more, and Ella’s sisters joined in. they tore Ella's dress from her body then ripped it into little shreds of shiny fabric as Ella cried and tried to hold onto it. She sobbed into the ribbons of fabric she managed to keep ahold of. And she didn’t complain when they sent her to the attic. But she sobbed among the trinkets her parents had left behind in this room. She too was just another trinket that her stepmother shoved out of the way to get rid of Ella’s parent’s memory and hold on the house.

Meanwhile, the prince had found one of Ella’s shoes and declared that the owner would be his bride, as soon as he could find her. Then he set out to go to every household and have all of their ladies try the shoe, hoping to find his bride to be. 

Soon, the prince arrived at the house where Ella and her family lived.  Ella heard him from the attic, and tied together old curtains and sheets and whatever she could find and scaled down the side of the house. 

“Well, if you’re sure there are no other women here,” the prince sounded like he was bidding Ella’s family farewell. 

“Wait!” Ella’s stepmother shouted. “Before you go, I just want you to know if you don’t find your bride, one of my daughters would be willing to wed you”

“Thank you, madam, but I must be going,” the Prince said and turned. This time, It was Ella’s turn to shout.

“Wait!” The prince turned again. “It was me the whole time. It was me.” Ella kneeled at his feet. “That is my shoe, I was the one at the festival.”  

The prince bent down and helped Ella to her feet. “Well then, fair lady, would you care to try it on?” he presented the shoe to her. Ella nodded, tears rolling down her face. Happy ones this time. She slid her foot into the shoe and the prince examined it. “It does indeed appear to be your shoe, miss…” 

“Ella. My name is Ella.” 

 Just then Ella’s sisters started screaming at the prince “HE CAN’T BE YOUR BRIDE! HE’S A BOY!”  the prince glared at the sisters. they stopped talking immediately. 

“She is as much of a woman as you are, if not more, ladies, and I intend to marry her.” the prince said, then escorted Ella to his carriage. 

When Ella and the prince were married, Ella’s sisters and their mother arrived, hoping to win the favor of Ella and the prince, and were ignored by all but some of the birds who had helped Ella through her life. The birds picked the eyes from the sisters’ skulls, blinding them for their cruelty and lack of acceptance. 

[blacknight1230]

Second Star to the Right - Chapter 3

Part 1, Part 2

Peter’s POV: 

It was the night after the fiasco with my shadow. At least it was a new night here in London, as time was different in Neverland. Once I was at the Darling house, I scoped out the area for the black dog that ripped my shadow away from me from the previous night. Luckily, he or she was locked outside, sleeping soundly in the dog house in the backyard, a chain linked to its collar. Now, all I had to worry about was if anyone in the room was awake. 

“Tink, could you go in first to check if the girl is asleep?” I asked my fairy friend. She saluted me and sped away, a stream of fairy dust trailing behind her as she became nothing but a tiny ball of light. I watched as she knocked things over, rummaged through clothes in the wardrobe, and basically made a mess of the room, before she came back a minute or so. “The coast is clear,” she told me, a proud smile on her face. I thanked her and I flew into the room with her at my side, planting my feet on the window sill and peered at the room. 

Somehow, despite all the noise and the light, the girl was still asleep in her bed. I carefully roamed around the room, looking for my shadow, eyes getting caught on the young girl sleeping soundly. I noticed she was still clothed in clothes from the day, wearing denim jeans with holes in the knees and a simple (f/c) t-shirt. 

As I was studying the sleeping girl, Tink was looking around and through the keyholes through the drawers. She flew up to me after looking through one and told me, “I think I found your shadow.” She led me to the drawer and I flew towards it. The drawer was jiggling around, something obviously stuck in there that wanted to be let out. I looked at Tink, who smiled and nodded, silently telling me to go ahead. I quietly counted to three, a smile on my face, then ripped the drawer door. My shadow immediately flew up and out of the drawer, trying to get away when it recognized me. I subconsciously slapped the drawer of the dresser quickly, speeding towards my fleeing shadow. 

I chased it around the room, oblivious to the fact that I was creating a commotion. I eventually caught it, proud of myself as I tried to stick the black mass back onto me. But my shadow wouldn’t stick, regardless of what I did. After a failed attempt to attach my shadow by tying it around my ankles, my shadow started to tease me. Frustrated, I started to cry, hiding my head in my arms, as bad thoughts filled my head, making believe that I would never get my shadow to stick to me again. 

My crying was interrupted by a soft voice. “Boy, why are you crying?” it said. I looked up from my crossed arms with tears in my eyes. The young girl that was previously sleeping soundly in her bed was now looking at me with sleepy eyes over the edge of her bed. I quickly got up and dried my tears, not wanting her to see me in such a pathetic state “I wasn’t crying,” I told, refusing to admit my moment of weakness. “Are you sure? It looked like you were crying,” the girl pestered, looking at me with a curious tilt of her head. “I said I wasn’t crying. Boys don’t cry!” I protested, crossing my tan arms across my chest. The girl just rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight with me on the matter. 

She looked down at the shadow on the floor, which was trying to sneak away from me. I stepped on one of its legs, successfully able to stop it from escaping. “What are you doing?” she asked, when she saw the small interaction between me and my shadow. “I’m trying to make my shadow stick. But no matter what I do, I can’t get it to,” I explained, while rubbing a bar of something sticky on one of my feet. “Well it’s never going on like that. I think I have a way to help you,” she told me. 

Without another word, she got up and went to a drawer in a nearby dresser. She rummaged around it it for a bit, then pulled something out. “I’m not good at sewing, so I’m going to have to use super glue,” she said, holding a small plastic stick full of a clear liquid. I gave a small breath of relief; I did not enjoy  having my shadow sewn back onto me the last time I lost it. 

I gave the feet of my shadow to the girl, who after a small thank you, opened the cap of the tiny plastic tube and squeezed a significant amount onto it. I stuck out my feet for her and she quickly stuck my shadow onto the soles of my feet, making sure it was completely flattened to skin. I shifted around uncomfortably at the feeling of the super sticky glue on my bare feet, but tried not to show my discomfort. “Ok, I think it's fine now. Try walking around a bit,” the girl suggested, after holding my shadow on for minute or so. I did as she told me. getting up and walking around the room a bit. To my delight, my shadow followed my every move, acting as if it never fell off in the first place. 

“Thank you!” I exclaimed happily, turning to the girl and giving her the biggest smile I could muster. “You’re welcome,” she replied, a kind smile on her face. She got up from her position on the floor and put the stick of glue back in its proper place. While she did so, I got a good looked her, silently studying her appearance. Her wavy brown hair was a little messy and her brown eyes were a bit red, as if she was crying at some point. “What’s your name?” I asked her, curious about the nice girl who happily helped me. “What’s your name?” she asked back. “I’m Peter. Peter Pan,” I introduced, giving a polite bow to her.  “I’m Brianna,” she replied. Instead of curtsying like I thought she would, she stuck out her right hand. Confused as to what she wanted me to do, I left her hand hanging in the air. “What are you doing?” I asked with brows furrowed. “Oh, sorry, did you want me to curtsy? I never done one before as I’m used to greeting someone with a handshake,” Brianna explained, a faint blush on her face. “It’s ok. Bowing and curtseying is for stuck-up adults anyway,” I told her, ignoring the fact that I was the one to bow first. 

“By the way, why are your eyes red? Did you get something in your eye? ” I asked, slightly worried about the young girl. “Oh, no, nothing like that. I was actually crying before I fell asleep,” she told me shyly. “Why? Are you okay?” Who made this kind girl so sad? I thought. Maybe I can do something. 

“Not really. You see my mother is really mad at me for something that happened at school,” Brianna started to explain, taking a seat on her bed. “Why is that?” I moved to sit on the foot of her bed, sitting Indian style on top of the purple comforter. “My new teacher doesn’t like me and caught me doodling in my notebook. She gave me detention and lied to my mother about why I was in trouble.”  “That’s not fair! Your teacher has no right to do that to you!” I shouted, already hating her mean old teacher. “It doesn’t matter. Adults don’t believe or listen to children. I only finally realized that now that my mother and father have separated,” Brianna said sadly. I could see tears gather in the corner of her eyes as she looked down at the floor in despair.  “Separated? what do you mean? Where’s your father?” I asked, confused yet again. “He’s in America. My parents got a divorce because they weren’t happy being with each other anymore. I’ve had very little contact since we left my old home.” I didn’t know what a divorce was, but I could tell it was bad. Especially seeing how Brianna looked as she told me this terrible news. 

After learning about the reasons that have made her so miserable, I felt sorry for her. The final nail in the coffin was what she said next. “My mother wants me to grow up. I’m already fifteen, too old to believe in fairytales or sleep with a teddy bears and so on. I’m starting to think she’s right,” she said, hugging her legs to her chest. “No way! I won’t stand for it!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. Brianna turned to look at me, shocked, as I continued. “Brianna, come with me to Neverland! You’ll never grown up there!” “Neverland?” Brianna got up from the bed, moving to stand in front of me. “Where is it? I’ve never heard of before.” 

I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom window. “You see those two stars out there,” I said pointing to the two shiniest stars in the night. “Second star to the right and straight on until morning. That’s Neverland. A land of endless adventure and magic, where time stands still and no child ever grows up!” I excitedly told her. “It sounds amazing Peter, almost too good to be true! But if I go there with you then I’ll be leaving my life here behind,” Brianna pointed out, a frown growing on her face. “Please come with, Brianna. You’ll never have to deal with mean old teachers and parents forcing you to grow up. Think of all the adventures you’ll have with my Lost Boys, the mermaids, Indians, and even the being able to face pirates,” I tried to persuade her, softly whispering into her ear as I stood behind her as her brown eyes gazed at the starry night sky. Brianna turned around to face, looking me dead in the eye. “You promise I’ll never deal with grown things again?” she asked. “I promise, I would never lie to you,” I told her, acting serious for once. 

Brianna thought for a moment, stuck deep into her thoughts. I almost thought she wouldn’t except my offer, until aher pink lips uplifted into a big bright smile. “I’ll go with you, Peter, just let me gather some stuff,” she told me. I couldn’t help but jump up and spin in the air as I let out a happy crow. From the top of sky painted ceiling, I saw Briana gather a small bag and started to fill it with stuff she wanted to bring with her. “Peter, I have a question. How will we get to Neverland? It almost seems impossible,”she asked apprehensively. “Why we’ll fly there of course. I’ll teach you to soar through the night sky, just like me,” I boasted, floating in the air above her. “I’ve always wanted to fly. You’re almost like a gift giving genie with the way you keep making my dreams come true,” she complimented me. I laughed at her silly comparison, getting a kick out of bringing her so much joy and happiness in such a short time. 

Brianna finished lacing up her sneakers, jumping to her feet. “Alright, what do I have to do?” “Fly is easy. A you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust,” I explained. It was then when I finally notice I was missing my little fairy friend that was always at my side. “Wait a minute, where’s Tink?” I asked, turning my head around to look for her. “Tink? Who’s that?” “Tinkerbell is my fairy. She should be somewhere. She was just here,” I continued, now rumbling through wardrobes and dressers to find her. “A real live fairy? This is wonderful!” Brianna exclaimed, hands clasped together in happiness. I went over to the drawer where I found my shadow in, as that was the last time I saw her. The drawer door was glowing from the inside and jiggling around as high pitch bell sounds came from inside. I hurriedly opened it up and Tink immediately flew out and into my face. “Tink, there you are. Almost lost you for a moment there,” I sighed in relief. Tink was already yelling at me, several foul words mixed leaving her mouth as she wagged her finger in front of me. Brianna laughed at the scowling I was getting. “I may not know what she’s saying but I would be mad too if you shut me in a drawer and forgot,” she grinned. I just stuck my tongue at her in response as Tink angrily flew away. “Come on, Tink. I need you to help Brianna come to Neverland with me,” I pleaded. Think stubbornly refused, turning her back to face me as she sat on a little knick-knack on top of a dresser. 

“I think she doesn’t like me that much,” Brianna pointed out. “Really? But why? Sometimes I just don’t understand her sometimes,” I wondered. "I think she’s jealous,” Brianna teased. Tink didn’t like that, flying towards Brianna and grabbed a chunk of her hair then started to pull it harshly. She ended up dragging Brianna over to her bed and knocking the side of her head tried to hit  a bedpost. Brianna started to yell out in in pain and discomfort, trying desperately to get her to stop. “Tink! Stop that!” I shouted, lunging towards the green clad fairy. I grasped Tink in my hand, pulling her off of Brianna and threw her against a pillow on the bed. Fairy dust went everywhere as she made impacted with fluffy cushion. 

“Are you alright?” I worried, watching as Brianna gathered her long locks in her hand. “I think so. Just a bit sore. I’ll be fine,” she reassured me as she rubbed at the spot where Tink pulled her hair. “Quite strong for such a tiny thing, isn’t she?” Tink was back on her feet now, standing on top of the purple bed comforter, making rather rude comments about the brunette in front of me. “She’s not very polite,” I admitted, giving the fairy side glances as she made not nice gestures towards Brianna. “She says if you say something like that about her again ...” I trailed off. Tink grabbed the top of her head and pulled to the side, making a cracking noise and sticking tongue out, as if someone broke her neck. “She’ll kill you.” “Oh lovely,” Brianna said sarcastically. “I see she’s really charming.” 

Tink continued to grumble from her position on the bed, allowing me to successfully grabbed her while she was distracted. I gently shook her above Brianna’s head, tiny golden grains of pixie dust falling around the girl. “Now all you have to do think happy thoughts.” Almost immediately, Brianna started to rise into the air. She gasped as she hit the ceiling, laughing as began as light as a feather. “That was fast. You’re a natural,” I acknowledge. “I just hope I can concentrate enough to make it all way to Neverland. I might get distracted,” Brianna distressed. She faltered in her flying, dropping a bit before rising back upon as she focussed back on happy thoughts. “I can guide you by the hand if you would like me to?” I offered, gently reaching for one of her outstretched hands. “Thank you, Peter. LEt’s get going before anyone finds out what’s happening.” 

I nodded my affirmatively, grasping Brianna’s hand tightly into mine and leading her out of the window. “Off to Neverland!” I shouted as we started to soar above the homes of Bloomsbury. 

Third Person POV:

As Peter and Brianna soared off into the night sky, someone walked into the room they left behind. Wendy Darling couldn’t help the smile on her face as she watched her first childhood love guide the young girl at his side to a new adventure, just like he did for her. “Thank care of her, Peter,” she uttered in the wind, hoping it would take her words to his ears. “I hope she will be what you wanted me to be.” And she watched on for longingly until she could no longer see their figures on the horizon. 

[gallantgautier]

Pokemon AU notes

So, this has been a long time coming. I’ve had Sylvain’s team set out for quite some time, but never really got around to writing out anything cohesive. (Sometimes life just be like that.) But over the last few days and their conversations, it was high time I got this out onto the dash. Thank you to Rai for letting me look to her wonderful post about Yuri’s life in the Pokemon world to serve as a template for me!

 Under a cut because oh jeez this ended up over 2.5k

Sylvain’s life notes.

Surrounded by snowy hills and woods, Sylvain grew up in Circhester. Used to such a cold climate, he still very much has an aversion to hot temperatures, poor guy just can’t handle them.

Life at home is similar to canon but has its differences in terms of why things happen. He’s slightly better adjusted in terms of his mental health due to the fact that expectations placed upon him from his family didn’t fall upon him as early as they do in canon. More on that in a bit.

The Gautier family has been full of successful Trainers, some even having travelled to other regions to hold positions within the Elite Four in previous generations. While none alive hold such positions now, they are nevertheless still a respected name when it comes to dark-type specialists.

Speaking of dark-type specialisation, this comes from the Guatier Crest’s link with Death in the Major Arcana. An often-misunderstood card, Death symbolises an end, such an end can pave the way for a new beginning, but it is not Death’s purpose to usher in that beginning, only to make the space for it. On its own, Death could also easily be attributed to ghost type Pokemon, but I feel Dark is a better fit on the grounds of dark often being attributed to evil when such is not the case, and Death often being seen as, well, death and general bad stuff.

Miklan was expected to have a successful career as a Trainer much like everyone before him. He had been gifted a Larvitar as his first Pokemon from his father. He was not ignored upon Sylvain’s birth like he had been in canon, however, in this ‘verse, as Sylvain was second born and thus not expected to climb the ranks of greatness, the younger brother was often coddled where Miklan was always pushed to train. That lack of affection and jealousy over the freedoms Sylvain was allowed became the source of his resentment.

With a brilliant mind for strategy and a ruthlessness born from a lack of compassion, Miklan could have been a Trainer that would become legendary in later years. But the absence of a kind bone within his body is also his greatest flaw, and it creates a barrier between him and success. He and his team are more like co-workers than friends, and it inhibits him from reaching his full potential. He would later fall into disgrace after a certain incident, and all the expectation that was once his would fall to his younger brother.

Sylvain, for his part, was content with never having to become a proper Trainer, preferring to watch Glenn and Felix train, or being able to just play with his Pokemon rather than battle. But after Miklan’s disgrace, his family would then push him towards becoming a brilliant Trainer worthy of the Gautier name. Luckily, he doesn’t have to undertake his journey alone, as it comes at a time when his best friend is preparing for his own.

Being out on the road and without his brother’s torment and his parents breathing down his neck, Sylvain slowly begins to discover the joy of simply learning about all the wonderful creatures that inhabit the wider world outside his snowy home. He comes into his own when it comes to creating recipes that are both nutritious and enjoyed by his and Felix’s companions, studying and coming to an understanding on how different kinds of Pokemon communicate with each other, and discovering ways to help improve the quality of life between a Trainer and their Pokemon. He’ll eventually go on to becomes something like a Pokemon Breeder – think animal husbandry rather than an actual breeder or even a Pokemon Centre staff member.

Yes, I’m aware that he’s almost literally Brock in this ‘verse! And I swear that’s just a happy accident! I thought long and hard before Rai pointed out the similarity to me and had come to the conclusion that this is a life he would lead to reflect canon. In the majority of his endings, Sylvain goes on to open communications with Sreng and brings peace at the border via diplomacy rather than with force like his ancestors had long employed. And it feels fitting that he would initially set out to become a Trainer who is expected to rise up to challenge the League (sent to the Officer’s Academy to learn battle strategy and train to eventually wield the Lance of Ruin and fight at the border) but instead finds his calling in communication and understanding.

But, add that he’s a ridiculous fun-loving flirt, he ends up as Brock. And honestly? I love it.

Sylvain’s team

Sylvain doesn’t really have an overarching theme for his team. Granted, when he set out, he was expected to become a dark-type specialist too. But at his core, Sylvain’s growth is always about subverting expectations. There were plenty of choices that I threw out simply on the grounds of too obvious, they’d be Pokemon he would have on his team that would – much like the face he presents the majority of time in canon – not really be him. Instead, I tried to think about how he would feel when meeting various Pokemon, how he would interact with them, and what role they would play in each other’s lives, rather than simply looking for reflections of aspects of his personality.

In order of acquisition:

♂/ Illusion

Sylvain’s very first Pokemon and his other best friend, Zorua was gifted to him at a young age as a pet rather than a partner. The reality of it is that Miklan had been given his Larvitar to begin his training, but since Sylvain was somewhat spoiled and coddled, he had to be given a Pokemon too. To fit with family traditions, it also had to be a dark type, but since his parents were more concerned with giving him a cute little playmate than a Pokemon that would eventually become a powerful battler, they picked fluffy little Zorua.

Zorua would be ever present at Sylvain’s side, weaving between his feet as he’d run down the road to visit Felix, climbing up the furniture to give it enough height to leap up and then curl over Sylvain’s shoulders, laying over his arm while he reads and looking at the pages with him. He would often disguise itself as some of Miklan’s Pokemon and act in a ridiculous manner in an attempt to cheer Sylvain up when his brother’s bullying caused him to withdraw and hide in his room, curling up on his chest while his Trainer slept to keep a watchful eye on the door.

Much like Sylvain in canon, Zoroark is a master of illusion, masking its true self in favour of showing a different face. It’s also fiercely protective of its pack, tricking its opponents to ensure their safety. Zoroark considers Sylvain, and by extension, Felix and his team, as members of his pack. And while Sylvain doesn’t train as hard as his friend, Zoroark pushes himself to become ever stronger to defend them on their journey.

 ♀/ Bulletproof

Applin was also something of a pet for Sylvain initially, found during his childhood before setting out on his journey with Felix, Sylvain found her during a trip to Turffield with his parents. Out for a walk one day with his mother, they were picking apples to bring home with them, and, of course, he had to grab the biggest, shiniest red apple he could find. Imagine his surprise when, after returning home and deciding to indulge in the delicious looking fruit, something green poked out of it! Sylvain immediately ran to his mother, who laughed, ruffled his hair, and told him “that’s a little dragon Pokemon, sunshine.”

 Amazing.

Sylvain could wait to show his friends, charging down the road to the Fraldarius home, proclaiming in a voice full of wonder and awe “It’s a dragon, Felix!” His friend, understandably, didn’t believe him until Glenn told them all about it. Sylvain kept her, wanting to learn all he could about the tiniest dragon he’d ever heard of, amusing both himself and his new apple-like friend by gently rolling her back and forth on the table between his hands.

Miklan made fun of her, called her a ‘pathetic excuse for a dragon,’ but really, that only cemented Sylvain’s resolve to keep her.

This is one of my picks that isn’t attributed to Sylvain’s personality, and is entirely down to how his reaction would be to discovering a creature like Applin. There’s no way he wouldn’t be utterly delighted over its very existence. It’s a dragon. He can’t get over it.

♂/Overcoat

The first Pokemon Sylvain caught after he left home, at first, Sylvain wasn’t really sure what to think of Karrablast. He’s not really the biggest fan of bugs, they’re kind of creepy, and they’ll always remind him of the betrayal he felt when he learned that sweet little Joltik evolved into the terrifying monstrosity that is Galvantula. (Look, he just really does not like spiders.)

Still, he caught it anyway, mostly out of curiosity. It was kind of weird and kind of funny, and he wouldn’t mind learning a bit about it for a while before setting it free. As it turned out, Karrablast had a fierce competitive streak, often wanting to challenge Pokemon much bigger than himself. His sheer determination to prove himself is what caused it to eventually evolve (look, I know it’s a specific trade in game, but this is a far better narrative) and cemented himself in a permanent spot as one of Sylvain’s companions as it defended him and the others during a run-in with Miklan.

Escavalier also doesn’t at all mind using his lance as a makeshift skewer to help Sylvain cook their meals, so that’s a nice bonus.

This one is the only surface level pick for Sylvain’s team, he has to have the cavalier Pokemon. In a sense though, it does fit with Sylvain’s theming of subverting expectations. He doesn’t like bugs, Escavalier is a bug, he has one anyway.

 ♂/Rock head

Abandoned and all alone, Cubone joined Sylvain’s team mostly because of his bleeding heart. Who wouldn’t want to help such a sad looking creature? There was also, though he would never say it out loud, a sense of being a kindred spirit. Cubone had been horribly mistreated by his previous trained before being left behind, but despite it, Cubone still missed them.

Sylvain knew all too well how it feels to wish someone loved them back, especially in the face of such an impossibility. He initially took Cubone in to treat his wounds and keep him safe until they could find a sanctuary to leave him in. But as is natural when encountered with shared experiences, Sylvain grew attached, and Cubone came to slowly consider Sylvain as a safe person to be around, hiding behind his legs and sitting close to him around the campfire.

Through plenty of attention, love and patience, Cubone would grow from timid and tearful into a proud Marrowak as he slowly but surely tried to emulate the strength and confidence shown by Felix’s Corviknight.

 ♂/Defiant

We’re gunna do this one in reverse to the previous entries, where I talk about ooc reasoning first instead of the in-universe acquisition. Simply put, this started as an off-hand comment made not by me, nor by Rai, but by Rai’s muse. The story goes something like this.

 Rai: “Me: looks at Falinks.”

Rai: “My Felix muse: Oh, it’s Sylvain.”

We both laughed. Made jokes about the red plume. But then I thought about it a lot. Falinks is a soldier. Falinks is all about teamwork which lends to strategy which Sylvain is good at. The first individual that makes up the team that is Falinks is the only one that can be seen using its shields, ready to take the brunt of an attack for its teammates much like Sylvain. Falinks has the unique move No Retreat, which raises all of its stats but prevents it from fleeing, much like Sylvain charging into danger to help his friends with no regard to his own safety.

Wouldn’t you know it, Felix really does know Sylvain best.

As a reflection of this half-joking but actually on-point discovery, Sylvain encounters Falinks on the road and finds him to be utterly hilarious. Just look at the way it marches! It’s love at first sight, he’s just so charmed and he absolutely has to catch it.

While Zoroark might be Sylvain’s partner, slowly but surely, Falinks becomes his ace. Their ability to perform complex manoeuvres seamlessly with their unparalleled teamwork is a perfect compliment to Sylvain’s talents in tactical mind.

Falinks are also the only Pokemon on Sylvain’s team to have nicknames! Allow me to hand you over to the man himself to tell you them.

With a smile bright enough to light a Gym Stadium, Sylvain radiates joyful energy as he makes a small gesture to the six round little creatures at his feet. “Alright guys, form up!” In unison, the Falinks line up and stand at attention.

“Let me introduce you to the squad. Cufflinks!” The largest of the six steps forward, jumping up just an inch and waving one of his shield’s in a manner that could be considered a salute, “Hoodwinks!” The first steps back and the second takes his place, performing the exact same salute, “Tiddlywinks!” As does the third, “Slowblinks!” And the fourth, “Fourtywinks!” The fifth, “and Hotdrinks!” and finally the sixth.

As Hotdrinks takes his place back in line, Sylvain beams at him, and they all beam back.

 ♀/Flashfire

A rare sight in the Galar region, this Ponyta hails all the way from Kanto. Much like Cubone, she joins Sylvain’s team after he rescues her from mistreatment, but this time it was at the hands of those seeking to make some money from the black market due to her rarity.

Unlike Cubone, shy or timid are the last words that could ever be attributed to this Ponyta. With a spirit burning as hot as the fire of her mane, she was not broken by her confinement. She was, however, injured and malnourished. Due to her nature, she gave Sylvain no end of grief as he tried to nurse her back to health.

But while slow to trust, once that trust is earned, it’s unbreakable. Her evolution into Rapidash came as a display of her undying loyalty, even allowing Sylvain to ride upon her back without burning him. Unfortunately, that trust doesn’t extend to Felix. She holds an almost-respect for him, but as close to Sylvain as she grows, she doesn’t like how much of her Trainer’s attention he gives his best friend instead of her.

In any universe, Sylvain just isn’t Sylvain without a horse, he loves those big dumb yet loyal animals. There were plenty of options to choose from, but considering his story and goals in this universe, rescuing one seemed the best course, and a Kantonian Ponyta/Rapidash felt like the best candidate for the region his story takes place in.

Also, yes, she’s Chastity.

 Bonus!

I’m not going to go into the story details, but here’s Miklan’s team, also in order of acquisition:

♀/Unnerve

♂/Infiltrator

♂/Moxie

♀/Defiant

♀/Levitate

♂/Pickpocket

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Shall We Date?: Lost Island - He Proposes

Ryo Tsuzaki

He’d known for a while that he wanted to marry you, he wanted to see a ring of his choosing resting on your finger, he wanted to scream to the world. He waited for you though because there was always something else going on, something that meant that he didn’t have time to choose a ring or to make everything perfect enough for you. 

Ryo knew that he wouldn’t find another time to do it if he didn’t do it now, and storming into the shop, he forced himself to pick out the perfect ring before making his way towards your work, he couldn’t wait any longer, he couldn’t even wait until the evening, he knew if he even tried he might loose his nerve, he desperately wanted to ask you now, he wanted for you to say yes. 

“(Y/N)” He called out breathless from all of the running, 

“I need to ask you something” He stated gazing up at you, clinging to the ring box that rested in his hand. 

“Yeah? What is it?” You asked, taking in his dishevelled and breathless form as he combed a hand through his hair. Ryo closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the eyes of your colleagues on him but in that moment he didn’t care, he simply dropped down onto one knee. He heard a couple of them laugh, but he just gazed over you, you had his complete and utter attention. 

“I have loved you ever since I met you” Ryo grinned, and he could see the tears building in your eyes threatening to break their banks, 

“You’re more than just the love of my life. You’re my best friend. My everything, I love you (Y/N), so marry me?” You stared at him, everything he had said took more than a moment to hit you, and rather than answering him, you threw your arms around his neck, the both of you collapsed onto the ground, lips against his in a long kiss. 

You couldn’t hear anything that your colleague said, you were spread out onto of your finance as he slid the ring onto your finger. 

You only noticed him. 

Ren Nishimura 

For a while now it felt as though Ren had been avoiding you, and by avoiding you that means everything from avoiding speaking to you, to avoiding your places, but you loved him more than anything and you didn’t understand why he was acting like this with you. 

Little did you know it was the nerves building up. 

He wanted nothing more than to ask for you to marry him, and then to have you say yes, he had thought about it all, and planned everything out. He knew how he wanted to ask you and when he wanted to ask you, or at least he thought he did, everything about it somehow seemed fake as well, he wanted it to be pure as he told you just how mad he is about you. 

You were plodding up to your shared bedroom, your eyes becoming heavy, again you didn’t think that Ren would be there he hadn’t been there for a good few weeks now, it made you angry, you just wanted to cuddle up in his arms, and have him hold you close. You were completely and absolutely in love with him and all you wanted is for him to be there with you at night. Entering your bedroom you saw Ren seated on your bed, his head in his hands, it was an unusual sight and you closed the door with a soft slam, and watched as he rapidly stood up in front of you. 

“(Y/N), I can explain everything to you” He called out to you with a soft smile gracing his lips, you were a little hesitant to approach him, after he had been avoiding you, you were almost scared that he might run away from you, especially since he looked as though he was a deer caught in headlights. 

Ren, moving in front of you, moved onto one knee, 

“(Y/N), you are the light of my life, the one I’ve been searching for, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, I love you, you’re everything I could ever want, so I want to ask you to marry me?” 

You stood there for a second, basking in the feeling, your heart pounding as you looked down at him, the nerves shining through in his eyes, and you dove on him, he fell to the floor as you began crying into his shoulder, just repeating the word yes, his arms tangled around your back, holding you close. 

Lionel Saito

Lionel had the ring for over a month, and he still hadn’t managed to gain the balls to pop the question to you. He was sitting in a church, he arms tangled around your waist with the wedding ring resting in the pocket of his jacket, he’d been dragged by you to a friends christening but as he sat there next to you all he could think about was you walking down the aisle towards him, saying ‘I do’, and placing a kiss on his lips. 

You were his everything. 

Lionel had the ring forever, but it was only in the last month or so he knew that wanted to ask you, he wanted for you to be his happy ending, he didn’t think that you would say no, but it was getting more and more difficult to find the right moment. 

“You look a little bit distracted” You whispered as the christening continued, the both of you were sitting quietly in the back and you took a hold of his hand tightly, smiling at him softly, 

“You okay?” You asked him softly, taking in the worry and the panic laying on his face. 

“I’m fine” He nodded towards you, and looked back towards the ceremony, so you smiled at him, taking his hand and leading him out the stands and to the entry way to the church, wanting some privacy. 

You didn’t believe him at all, letting him know you were there for him, you cupped his cheek, bringing your lips towards his. It was a short, sweet and simple peck on the lips that brought a smile to your cheeks, but Lionel knew immediately that it was the right moment to ask you. You were both surrounded by friends and family, you were happy, but times like these, moments where his heart pounded and his brain turned to mush was difficult. 

He wanted to do it right now. 

Without another word he reached into his pocket, removing the ring box from his pocket, he opened the box, taking the ring, he lifted your hand without a word, slipping the ring onto your finger, you watched him intel, your heart racing. He gulped, raising a hand and cupping your cheek, brushing his thumb against the flushed red skin. 

“Be my wife, I want to marry you” He stated, you felt your heart pounding in your ears, cheeks flushing even brighter at his words, before a smile worked its way onto your face, 

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” You cried out, beaming as you tangled your arms around his neck. 

You loved Lionel with all of your heart, soon enough, he would be your husband. 

Ichiro Sakaki 

He was searching through an old jewellery box when he came across it, his grandmothers ring resting at the bottom, it was given to him by her to someday give to someone he wanted to marry, and he’d seen how some marriages would go down, the divorces, the fighting, the cheating, and yet, he couldn’t see it ending like that with you, he was no longer skeptical about happy marriages, because there was no need to be. 

After finding the ring after it had been pushed to the back of his mind for so long, Ichiro just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everytime that Ichiro looked at you, he thought about marrying you, about you walking towards him in a white dress, trying to hold back the tears, arguing over the guest lists and everything in-between. He was going to ask you to marry him tomorrow, that was that. 

He wanted to be your husband. 

One of your colleagues had brough their newborn into the office and you were currently holding onto them, rocking the child in your arms and smiling down at them when Ichiro entered the office, he halted for a brief moment taking in the sight in front of him, 

“They’re asleep” You whispered to him with a soft smile gracing your lips, your colleagues were watching the two of you with weary eyes but you simply smiled at the man in front of you as he approached you falling onto one knee. You thought nothing of it, figuring that he was tying his shoelaces or picking something up that he had dropped, but a sudden flash of golden caused you to watch him cautiously, resting in his hand was a shimmering golden engagement ring. 

“If this world has taught me anything” He stated quietly with a small smile on his lips, 

“It’s that you need to do things while you still can. You have to tell people that you love them every chance that you get. I love you (Y/N) (L/N), I want to marry you, if you want to be my wife, I  really love you and want you to stay with me forever, just marry me?” 

“Yes!” you shouted out, waking the baby in your arms as tears gathered in your eyes, the baby in your arms being gathered by the mother and you found yourself jumping onto Ichiro, tangling your arms around him, clinging to him, as he slipped the ring on your finger. 

Shota Todomi 

After everything that had happened between the two of you, the things that had pushed you together Shota knew that he wanted to be with you, he wanted to settle down with you. 

He desperately wanted to ask you to marry him. 

And, he struggled like hell to find a ring that was perfect enough for you, he didn’t want to cheap out, he wanted to pick something that was perfect for you, something that would perfectly match you. 

He found himself more than a little nervous as he stood in the store, overwhelmed by the ring choice that lay in front of him, he didn’t know what to say anymore, it was causing him even more stress. 

“I just need the right ring” He muttered, gazing down at the shimmering rings in front of him, he could see the curious glances he was getting from sales associates, he’d already told them he didn’t need their help he knew exactly what he was looking for, something that would shine with you. He almost found himself wanting to just pick a random ring and propose the moment that he sees you, he was almost one hundred perfect sure you’d say yes, but in the same breath he wanted it to mean something to you, he didn’t want it to just be a piece of jewellery to you. 

Out of the corner of his eye, a ring finally caught a hold of his gaze, and he found himself drawn to it, it wasn’t the biggest or the shiniest one in the cabinet, but it was perfect, perfect for you, and finally one of the sales associates dared to approach him again, taking note of the wide grin that had spread across Shota’s face, 

“Found your ring?” They asked from in front of him, and he pointed down at the band in the glass with a smile, and nodded. 

You were in the office when Shota arrived, sitting and working on something, not that he had any idea what, but he quickly asked a couple of the others in the office if they would mind leaving, telling one why, he wasn’t met with smiles he was met with shrugs as they walked out, saying something about grabbing coffees. It didn’t ruin Shota’s mood though, nothing could at this moment in time he felt like he was flying as he approached you from behind tangling his arms around your waist from behind and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You felt s smile creep onto your lips as you turned your head, just as your boyfriend’s lips travelled up and down your neck, until he reached your ear again, 

“Will you marry me?” He whispered in your ear, you felt your breath catch and your heart stop at his question. 

Blinking rapidly, your eyes widened when Shota held out an engagement ring, still standing behind you, but showing the shimmering ring in the little black box. You almost wanted to scream out an answer as he tightened his grip on your waist, as you tried to speak you felt yourself turning in his arms, and his lips crashing against your own for a moment you were caught up, until you pulled away, staring into his eyes you could see he was waiting for you to respond, 

“Nothing else would make me happier” You whispered to him breathlessly, placing a brief peck on his lips. Shota grinned broadly, releasing his hold on you before lifting up your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger. 

He was perfectly calm, it was as if he had known that he was going to marry you since the moment he met you. You gazed up, meeting his stare, you could see it in his eyes, and he didn’t doubt it at all, you knew he felt the same way. 

Kaes 

As Kaes’s fingers brushed against your bare hip, he couldn’t help but fear that if he got the balls to ask you, you’d just say no to him. He’ been thinking about asking you to marry him for a very long time. Knowing the kinds of people in the world, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before things happened again, and when anything happened to you again or went wrong in your life again, he wanted to be your husband, be there with you every single step of the way. Kaes went in search of a ring especially for you, and he found something that was perfect for you. 

His insecurities were getting a hold of him all over again. You two argued just as much as ever, he looked at other couples and wondered how they’d manage it, how they would do it every single day. He loved you, he never wanted to lose you. 

Kaes sat up, unwrapping his arms from your form, and you groaned as you felt his warmth leave you, slowly beginning to wake up, sitting up just as Kaes was pulling on his pants. Your eyes scanned the scars that were littered across his skin, you got up from the bed, grabbing his shirt from the floor and began to pull it on, 

“(Y/N)?” Kaes stopped you, walking around the bed so that he was standing directly in front of you, 

“Yes?” You asked raising an eyebrow as Kaes opened his mouth but no words slipped past his lips which genuinely shocked you to the very core. Kaes was a man of action. You moved standing up, cupping his cheeks, 

“Kaes whatever it is you want to tell me, tell me” You stated simply, buttoning up the shirt as you stood in front of him smiling softly. 

“You’re marrying me” Kaes blurted out, no more no less, his gaze moving from you to the wall of his bedroom. 

You stared at him in utter shock for a moment, your cheeks flushing red as you gazed over him, 

“Oh, I am, am I?” You asked him with a chuckle, Kaes went a bright red before he leaned forward, taking a ring from the top pocket of the shirt that you were wearing. Your eyes widened, you hadn’t thought that he was dead serious, you hadn’t expected him to be planning it. 

“How long have you had that?” You whispered the shock still lining your voice as you stared over him, 

“Two or three days. Didn’t know how to ask you” 

“So you tell me?”

“Is that a no?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes, leaning towards him, and standing on your tip toes as you placed a gentle peck against his lips, 

“I’ll marry you” His eyes widened, 

“Don’t look so damn surprised Kaes” You laughed out, he smirked at you, grabbing onto your hand, as he slipped the ring onto your finger, he placed a kiss against the ring on your finger gazing up at you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

Nothing would make you happier than calling Kaes your husband. 

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Make it better part 2

hey omg sorry this has taken me forever but school has been a bitch but IT’S OKAY. I’M BACK AND WE’RE GOIN!!

request for @instantbouquetdestinysblog Hi I loved reading make it better with dean ambrose and I was wondering if you could do a sequel either where the reader finds out she is pregnant with dean's baby (and a time skip to where the reader's water breaks and is in labor, and a cute little family moment) or he proposes to reader

A/N: so I wanted to continue the story so I wrote about a proposal. (There will be a part 3) Also here’s part one in case you haven’t read that. 

Warnings: none other than some swears (i think) and some fluff

Words: +5100

tags: @jenn0755 @zappyzoodle @disturbthepearls @lost-in-the-stories @lithesxx @racingandreigns @rocketgirl2410 @vebner37 @therianfurry46 @littlelunaticfringe @finnbalorlover21 @winged-time-criminal @mrsnegan25 @xfirespritex

“Squeak, wake up sleepy head,” Dean whispered, poking his head into the little girl’s room. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up from her pillow to see Dean sitting down on edge of her bed. Dakota was 6 now, you and Dean had been dating for 3 years and taking things slowly to ensure you were able to get everything in check.

In the short 3 years you and Dean had been together, you got your degree in business, quit your waitressing job, and got a new job at a much more credible massage parlor. You were constantly getting new clients and making much more money. You owed every single ounce of your success to Dean. Without him, you probably would still be working at the restaurant and you probably wouldn’t have a degree.

Dean had been taking the relationship slowly for the past 3 years, but he was done with that now. He’s wanted you since high school and he was finally going to make you his, forever. Last night, he told you he’d be taking Dakota out the next morning just to get her out of the house after a long week. But he was really taking Dakota out to, in the exact words of the 6-year-old, pick the prettiest, shiniest, and most princess perfect wedding ring there ever was in the whole wide world.

“Are we going to pick out the ring?” The little girl asked trying to keep her voice low, but she was too excited to monitor her volume. Dean nodded at the bubbly girl with a smile, shocked at the fact she could have so much energy, not even 30 seconds after she woke up.

Dakota got dressed and went to the kitchen as quietly as she could, but quiet for the little girl wasn’t necessarily sneaky. She woke you up but you didn’t care, you were happy to have a whole day to yourself. You slipped on Dean’s over sized shirt and walked out into the kitchen. Dean looked startled at your sudden appearance and a little disappointed that they weren't as stealthy as they had hoped.

You kissed Dakota’s head before walking over to Dean who was standing at the stove. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. You took a deep inhale of the scent that surrounded him before standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. Dean leaned into your kiss and let a genuine smile grace his lips. “How’d you sleep, darlin?” He asked, his gravelly morning voice sending a shock through your body.

“Good.” You hummed before resting your head on his back again. “How’d you sleep, Kota?” you asked your wide-eyed daughter. She only nodded at you with happy eyes and a mouth full of pancake. You smiled at your daughter and let go of Dean to do something about her hair. You knew Dean would let her go out with her hair looking like a mess, but you wouldn’t. “Do you want me to braid your hair quick while Daddy eats?” You asked, seeing Dean light up at the name. Dakota nodded again and you left to grab her brush.

After Dean finished his scrambled eggs and Dakota’s long brown hair was in neat french braided pigtails, Dean and Dakota left the house to get the perfect ring. They went to 2 stores before driving past what Dakota thought would be a good place to go. It was a local bridal jewelry store that Dakota has walked past thousands of times with her mom, everything in there was so shiny.

“Daddy, look! That’s the store!” Dakota said, her fingers tapping at the back seat window of his pickup. It warmed Dean’s heart when he heard Dakota’s little voice calling him dad. He knew he wasn’t replacing her birth father, he wasn’t trying to. Dakota new that too, now that she was a little older, you’d been telling her more and more about her true father. She knew Dean wasn’t her blood, but you tried to tell her that she should see him as a father figure. You also wanted her to know that he has been more of a dad to her than her birth father has ever been and would ever be.

“Do you know if they sell princess rings for mommy?” Dean asked the little girl, hoping she would’ve noticed after staring into the window countless times.

Dakota nodded with excitement, her booster seat shaking as she bounced in it.

“They sell the prettiest princess rings. Perfect for mommy.” The 6-year-old sang. Dean, trusting the little girl, turned around and pulled into the parking lot of the jewelers.

Not more than 5 minutes later, Dean found the perfect ring while he was looking through the cases. His eyes were locked on a gorgeous 3 stone engagement ring caught his eye and he called the little girl over to look at it. 2 of the 3 stones were sapphire, your birthstone, while in the center there was a 1 carat diamond.

“What about that one?” Dean asked the 6-year-old, his finger pointing at the ring through the glass. Dakota knew not to touch the glass so she waited for Dean to pick her up and hold her up above the case.

“Wow.” Dakota's voice was barely above a whisper, that ring was perfect.

“You think you’ve found what you're looking for?” A man's voice caught the attention of Dean and Dakota and they looked up.

“Yeah. We’re looking for a perfect princess ring for my mommy. He’s gonna ask her to marry him.” Dakota said to the man behind the counter, a small finger pointed back at Dean. The man shared a smile with Dean and he took the ring out of the glass case.

“Well, if you’re looking for a princess ring, you’re in luck. This one's a princess cut.” The man said to the young girl.

The 6-year-old beamed at the older man’s words before she turned to Dean. “Daddy, daddy did you hear that? That’s actually a princess ring!” She squealed happily as she tugged on the leg of his jeans.

“We gotta get that one then, huh Kota?” Dean asked, picking up the little girl once again. Dakota nodded and stayed quiet while Dean talked to the man about the size he needed and the cost.

Dean was surprised that the little girl kept her mouth shut about the ring, he was almost sure that she’d spill. That’s why he waited until he put her to bed last night to tell her and he hoped they could get out of the house before you woke up. Dakota was smarter than he thought, she knew not to tell you about the ring, but Dean wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hang on.

“Alright, squeak. Do you promise to not tell mommy about the ring?” Dean asked once they were in his truck. He looked back at the 6-year-old, who was clutching tightly to the velvet ring box.

Dakota nodded. “I can wait one more night, daddy.” She said, attitude and sarcasm dripping from her voice. Dean smiled at the girl in his backseat, she was so much like her mother. The attitude, the face, the happiness, everything was the same.

“Dakota, I’m not proposing tonight,” Dean said before turning back around to look at the road to see the light turn green.

He saw Dakota’s jaw drop through the rear view mirror. “What?! Why not?” The little girl was shocked.

“Squeak,  I’ve been in love with your mommy since we were kids, this proposal has to be good,” Dean told the little girl and he was serious. He’s been in love with you since you were 15 years old, he wasn’t just gonna take you out to dinner. He was gonna make it magical because that’s what you deserved.

Dakota’s eyes wandered out the window and Dean knew her mind was going too. “Daddy, can we go to the park?” Dakota asked, sugar dripping from her voice. If Dean didn’t have an agenda he would’ve folded, he couldn’t say no when that sweet little voice asked him things.

“We can’t, Kota. We gotta go to Roman and Sethie’s house.” Dean said. Luckily, Dakota would rather go to Roman and Seth’s apartment than the park any day. 

You could tell that, even though they weren’t blood, Dakota would grow up to be the biggest daddy’s girl. She loved going out with Dean and she loved spending time with her uncles. The little girl ran up the stairs and banged her open palm on the apartment door marked 204.

A shirtless, groggy Roman opened the door but his face lit up when he saw the little girl standing there. “Kota! How’s my favorite girl?” Roman asked excitedly as he lifted the giggly girl off the ground.

Dakota only laughed while Roman tickled her and carried her into the house, Dean close behind. “Sethie, look who I found.” Roman sang into the kitchen in attempts to bring the younger man out into the living room.

Seth’s face lit up when he saw his roommate holding his “niece” and he rushed over to her to kiss her head. “Did you guys get the ring?” Seth asked Dean after greeting Dakota.

“Look how pretty it is!” The 6-year-old said holding out the ring box to Seth while she kept one arm wrapped around Roman’s neck.

Seth’s eyes widened once he opened the box and saw the ring. “Holy shit, Deano. Y/N is gonna kill you, how much did you spend on this?” Roman looked over Seth’s shoulder and gasped at the ring sitting in the box.

“A little over 3 thousand but Y/N is worth every penny,” Dean said strongly. He wasn’t about to get you a dainty cheap ring; if he was gonna make you his forever, he was going to spoil you rotten. He knew you’d kill him but he didn’t care.

“How are you gonna ask her?” Roman asked while he twisted one of Dakota’s braids around his finger. The little girl had given the ring back to Dean and was now resting her head on Roman’s shoulder.

“That’s why I’m here. I have an idea but I need some help.” Dean started. Roman and Seth exchanged looks before the 3 men silently agreed to go into the kitchen to the living room to discuss.

After an hour of talking and explaining, the plan was set. Tuesday was in four days, Dean didn't have to go to the construction site that day, Dakota had school, and you had to stay late for an important massage client. Thankfully, Dakota had off from school the following Wednesday for some reason and Roman and Seth agreed to take her. They were gonna pick her up from school Tuesday afternoon and keep her until Wednesday, leaving Dean plenty of time to set up and plenty of time to celebrate with you if you said yes.

Dean knew how he was going to propose to you since before Dakota was born, when her father ran out and left you alone. Dean saw how broken you were after being left alone and he promised to help you out whenever you needed it. He fell in love with you before that but after he saw you broken, he knew he needed to make you his. The only person that would treat you the way you deserved to be treated was him.

-

Tuesday rolled around a lot faster than Dean expected, maybe it was the excitement that you would be his, maybe it was the nerves that ran through his whole body. Dean woke up before you did and he looked down at you with a smile. You were laying contently on your side facing him and he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face before pulling you into his arms. You woke up to his soft humming and his hand in your hair. “What time is it?” You mumbled, looking up from his chest.

“It’s 7, when do you have to go?” Dean’s voice was soft but he didn't sound like he usually did in the morning. Usually he’d roll over onto you and shield you from the clock and tell you to stay in bed, but today he sounded like he cared about the time.

What was he up to?

“I have to be out by 7:45 cause I need to open today. You have to feed Dakota and get her out of the house, it’s Monday so she has a school lunch so you don't have to make anything. Oh and Cara is driving this week so you need to be outside the building with her at 8:15. I don’t have time to braid her hair this morning so brush it and pull it into a ponytail.” You began to barrel off instructions and Dean laid his head back on his arms while he listened to you. Even though you were giving him instruction, he couldn't keep himself from staring at you. You were sitting up in the bed, light blue sheets pooled around your waist, your bare legs showing through a part where the sheet got bunched up. Your hair fell down to the top of your ribs in thick brown waves and Dean couldn't keep his eyes off of you. “Dean.” You said with a snap of your fingers, effectively pulling him from the trance. He blinked hard and his attention was on your words once again. “Did you hear me?” Dean nodded and repeated your words to you as you got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Dean never rushed you out the house, ever. He never helped you get ready because he never wanted you to go. But today, he made your coffee and a sandwich while you were in the bathroom. You walked out of your room, dressed and ready minutes later to see Dean standing in the kitchen being helpful. “Why are you helping me?” You asked playfully before pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, “Are you sick?”

Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist gently before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “No I’m fine, but you have a busy day and I wanna help.” Dean’s words confused you. You trusted him 100% but a small part of you wondered if there was another reason he wanted you out so fast. But the alarm on your phone interrupted your thoughts, so you pushed them away and placed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips before turning to leave your apartment.

Now that you were gone, Dean’s next mission was Dakota. Once she was out of the house, Dean could finally focus on the proposal. “Squeak, wake up. Time to get ready for school.” Dean’s said softly while he walked into the little girl’s room.

Dakota woke up with a smile and sat up in bed. “Are you gonna make pancakes?” She asked, her little voice sweet. Dean nodded and watched as the 6 year old’s face lit up.

“So you get ready for school while I make pancakes. Bring your hairbrush to the kitchen and I'll do your hair while you eat okay, squeak?”  Dakota nodded quickly and rolled out of her bed to get ready.

Minutes later, the pancakes were done and Dakota sat down at the counter with her hairbrush. Dean placed a single pancake, shaped like mickey in front of the 6 year old before walking around to brush her hair. He had watched you do it a thousand times but he didn’t do it as good as you did. He pulled Dakota’s hair up into a ponytail and he had to admit he did a pretty good job.

At 8:15, Dakota’s ride pulled up in front of the building. Dean gave the little girl a tight hug before kissing her forehead and letting her run off to the car. “Uncle Roman and Uncle Seth are gonna pick you up from school today squeak!” Dean yelled as Dakota climbed in the car. She waved goodbye to him and put on her seat belt before the car drove off.

Dean watched the car drive away before realizing what he had to do and running back into the apartment. It was 8:23 and you’d be home at around 7 or 8, he knew he had a lot of time, but he wanted everything to be perfect. He went to your room and pulled a box of photos from underneath your bed. They were already in chronological order but now Dean had to figure out exactly where he was gonna put them.

He had thought the whole thing out, he had been collecting pictures of the two of you since you were 15. Obviously not for the sole purpose of a proposal, but when he found the box a while back, he knew they’d be perfect. After an hour of planning, he began to take the pictures out of the box and putting them in piles based on year. The plan was to hang all the pictures on the wall and have them lead to the closed bedroom door. Where, behind it, he’d be waiting on his knee with the ring. Although he had thought out every single detail, he failed to remember one really important thing. He didn’t tell you that he wouldn't be at the construction site today and you had find friends. But he forgot about that and he ran to the kitchen to find a sharpie so he could start writing captions on the pictures.

At around 1 you took your lunch break and as you scrolled through your phone, your thumb accidentally tapped on the find friends app. You scrunch your eyebrows together as Dean’s location came up, he was home, he had been home all day. You weren’t suspicious of him cheating on you, you just had no clue why he’d lie to you, he told you he’d be at work. So you called him.

The phone rang 4 times before he picked up. “Hey darlin, how’s it going?” He asked calmly, he had no clue you were about to ask him what you were going to.

“Fine, but Dean, why does Find Friends say you’re at home. You told me you had work today.” Dean’s heart sunk… fuck.

“Oh I did? Shit, I’m sorry darlin, I forgot to tell you I got a text from Roman last night, said construction’s delayed a day. Some guy wanted to check the site for something.” Dean lied right through his teeth, he didn’t want to, but the proposal wasn’t ready yet.

“Well, Dean if I had known you didn’t have work I would’ve traded clients with someone. I can try to do that.” You said. None of this was because you were suspicious, it was simply because you wanted to hang out with him.

Dean regretted his next words the second he said them, “No,” he said quickly. “I mean… uh, you don’t have to do that it’s okay.” That made you suspicious, why the hell did Dean not want you to come home. He wanted you to leave the house earlier today too. Maybe he was cheating. No he wasn’t, he wouldn’t. You wanted to think more about this, you wanted to call him again, but before you could, the receptionist poked her head through the door, you had clients.

-

Dean ran his fingers through his hair as he sat back and admired his work, it was around 3 and on the back of all the pictures was a little story about what had happened when the picture was taken. Everything was going perfectly, or so he thought. The next thing Dean had to do was go out and buy flowers and lights, he didn’t want to have to leave the apartment again after setting up all the pictures. The only flaw to his plan was that he left his phone on the coffee table and you called him a couple minutes later.

Usually you wouldn't think twice if he didn’t pick up your phone calls, he worked hard and hated his phone. But with everything that happened today, it bothered you slightly. You called him two more times before sending him a text and leaving the break room.

Thankfully, seconds later Dean walked back in the door and sighed with relief when he saw his phone on the table. He thought he had left it at the store. He clicked the power button to see if he had any notifications: 3 missed calls and a text from Y/N. Shit.

He looked at the text. Dean I’m coming home. Sent 2 minutes ago.

No this can’t happen, what the hell do I do? What do I say? I can’t tell her to not come home. God damn. But Dean didn’t stress too much. He knew he had to go fast, he hung the lights and began to string the pictures along the wall.

The massage parlor was about a 30 minute walk from your apartment and Dean was grateful that it was a nice day and you decided not to drive. He assumed that you had to change and talk to your boss so that added another 10 minutes and maybe you would have a client show up at the perfect time.

Thankfully, for him, that’s what happened. The second you got up to gather your stuff, the receptionist popped her head into the break room. “Hey Y/N your 3:30 is here.” She said. Damn it. You’d have to wait until your 3:30 appointment was over to get home.

Four o’clock rolled around and Dean was clothes pinning all the pictures to the line of fairy lights. They made a perfect timeline of all the years they’d been best friends leading to the bedroom, where Dean would make you his forever. He checked his watch, you should be home any minute. He told the doorman to tell him when you walked through the doors so he had time to get ready.

-

As badly as you wanted to get home, you had too many important clients and you couldn't leave after your 3:30 was over. You had three more appointments and you took the closing shift. It was now 8 o’clock and you finally got to go home. You were no longer all caught up on the cheating accusations, you had a lot of time to think. Dean would never cheat, he would never hurt you. You were honestly a little ashamed of yourself for convincing yourself that he would ever do that.

Your aching feet and tired body told you to order an uber home. You texted Dean, hey babe, sorry about not texting you earlier but I’m coming home now. I’m exhausted, I’ll explain later. Love you.

Dean saw your text and smiled, he was so happy that you didn’t come home early. Everything was perfect. The pictures were lined up, fresh cookies on the counter, flower petals and lights in place. All that was left was the buzz from the doorman signaling you entering the building.

Dean walked along the timeline one last time, making sure everything was completely right before the doorman buzzed into the apartment. “Dean, she just got into the elevator, good luck man.” The doorman’s voice was gravelly over the speaker system but the words were clear. You were coming, in a couple minutes, Dean would ask you to marry him.

Your feet were killing you, the joints in your hands ached and all you wanted was a hot bath, but a little post it on the door snapped you into reality. Kota’s at Roman and Seth’s. Love Dean. You grinned at the note and rolled your eyes, he always had motives.

What you weren't expecting though was what you saw after opening the door. The whole apartment was lit up by candle’s and quiet music was playing. “Dean, I’m home.” You called into the house, no answer. As you took your shoes off, you looked down and noticed a path of rose petals on the floor. You bent down to pick one up and walked into the living room. Your breath exited your body quickly after looking into the living room. Fairy lights lined the walls above a line of photos, rose petals on the floor.

You followed the path of roses and took the first photo off the wall before laughing out loud. The first picture was you and Dean when you were both 15 years old, the first day of freshman year. You flipped the photo over to check the date and you came across a little note written in sharpie.

This was the first picture we took together. I’m sure it’s obvious that there are a bunch, so follow the path and enjoy the memories. Don’t forget to flip all the pictures over. I love you, Dean. You felt your eyes tear up and you still had no clue what he wanted to do, you truly loved this man.  You cursed yourself for even thinking for a second that he could’ve been cheating.

You followed along the path, taking each picture with you and reading them, cherishing each memory. There were pictures from when he took you to junior prom and only one from senior prom, you went with Scott, Dakota’s father. Dean hated him since the beginning. You remember the picture, and apparently Dean did too. You flipped the senior prom picture over and read the description. Remember this one? I wanted a picture with you and Scott almost kicked my ass. I could have taken him and you know you had more fun with me anyway.

A single tear fell down your cheek, Dean wanted to take you to prom so bad; he was supposed to. Then Scott asked you and you were blinded by the popularity of the captain of the football team so you canceled on Dean. God you were so stupid. You smiled once you got to the kitchen, one of your favorite pictures was hanging over a plate of cookies. You and Dean were standing in your mom’s kitchen, both of you covered in flour. You flipped the picture. You were so mad at me, but in my defense, you told me not to play with the flour… how could I not? Take a cookie, I worked hard on those (don’t worry, I already ate 3, they’re good, not as good as yours though). You giggled at Dean’s words and grabbed a cookie before flipping the picture back over and taking a bite. 

You continued to follow the path and as you got closer to the bedroom, the first picture of Dakota came up. Roman took it in the hospital the day Dakota was born. It was just Dean standing in the hospital room, holding Dakota tightly. I remember this day like it was yesterday. She was so little and so perfect. I fell in love with you even more that day, I knew I loved you and needed you forever.

You slapped your hand over your face as you re-read the last part. ...needed you forever. You realized you had reached the last picture. It was your favorite picture ever.

It was a picture of Dean, Dakota, and you at Molly’s ice cream place. Dean was sitting on a bar stool and he was holding Dakota in his arms tightly, a huge grin painted on the little girl’s face. You were standing behind them with your arms wrapped around Dean’s neck from behind. You couldn't see your smile because your lips were pressed to his cheek, but you knew it was there. When you flipped that one though, there were 4 words. Open the door baby.

You opened the door with a small idea of what would be on the other side. And you were right, on the other side of the door, Dean was kneeling in the middle of the room with the ring. The room has fairy lights hung on the walls and rose petals on the bed. You look down at Dean, tears blurring your vision.

“There are so many memories that we’ve made since we were young. I love them all, but more importantly y/n, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna make more memories with you and Dakota. I’ve been in love with you since high school and I finally have the chance to make you mine, will you marry me?” His words were firm and certain, tears fell down your cheek and you nodded your head frantically. “Yes?” Dean asked hopefully, still on his knee.

“Yes,” The word came out breathlessly, your voice slightly above a whisper. You dropped to your own knees and wrapped your arms around his neck. “A thousand times yes.” You presses your forehead against his and looked into his bright blue eyes before pressing your lips to his.

Dean moaned against your lips before pulling you onto his lap, his hands finding their way under your shirt to hold your waist. Your hands grabbed at his shoulders and bunched his shirt up so you could pull it off.

Once Dean’s shirt was off and thrown into a corner, you pushed him down onto the carpet. You straddled his waist and ran your fingernails down his muscular torso. Your fingers left goosebumps in their wake and Dean looked up at you before pulling your shirt off and pulling you down to kiss him again.

“I love you so much, y/n. I’ve been waiting to make you mine since I first met you.” He whispered. You pressed your hands to his chest and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“Dean, I love you too. And I’ve loved you for a long time, I was just too stupid to know what it was. I’m so sorry for making you wait for me, but I’m happy you did because I need you in my life. You make everything better, you’ve always made everything better.” Tears began to fall down your cheeks as you poured your heart out. You couldn’t have been happier than you were in that moment. The love of your life proposed to you in the cutest and most romantic way possible, your daughter was out all night, and everything was perfect.

How did you not see it before? Dean was the one that made everything better. He was always there no matter what and you overlooked him. But he never gave up on you, thank god, and now he was yours forever. And you’d be damned if you ever let go.

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Targrin, Act 2: Rescue

(So I know I wanted to sort of make this a weekly thing but I don’t know if I can hold onto the story for that long, ahaha. That, and I wanted to get a format down for linking between chapters of a story! So have a bonus second chapter for today, starring @pocket-raptor‘s Atlas Jaspergrin and Maurus Snagglegrin, and @murellow-farts‘ Clovis Snaregrin!)

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Targrin, Act 2: Rescue

1328 AE, Fields of Ruin, Ascalon

(A few hours after the events of Act 1)

“Ugh, this place reeks. Let’s keep our time here short.”

“Would you say this is preferable to or worse than hoofing it all the way from the Black Citadel, Maurus?”

“It’s a tough choice, honestly, but I suppose the quicker we come here to do… whatever it is we’re doing, the better.”

Fresh out of the asura gate from Ebonhawke came a ramshackle trio of charr, all sporting rather vibrant orange and purple armour. The second-biggest of them, Maurus Snagglegrin, looked around a bit, before clearing his throat. “So like I was asking, what’re we doing here again?”

“We’re making trouble for Separatists,” stated Atlas Jaspergrin, the tallest of the group.

“Damn straight we are,” came the call from the back, uttered by Clovis Snaregrin, the shortest of the trio, as they headed down the ramp and out of the stronghold proper. “Though I don’t think bossman said how we should making trouble for Separatists, so… any thoughts, Atlas?”

“You weren’t paying attention, were you, Clovis?”, Atlas chuckled. “Apparently some of the bastards have set up a camp in the Sniper’s Woods area, and it’s making things difficult for our Iron Legion diplomats trying to aid construction efforts in Tyler’s Bivouac. We’ve been tasked with disrupting their activities in the area. So you know, the usual, trash the camp, kill ‘em all, you know how we do.”

“Oh, I knew that! I just wanted to hear it from someone who wasn’t bossman,” Clovis smiled cheekily, “That, and I wanted to know how much looting we’d be doing this time around.”

Atlas chuckled. “You know, the usual. Anything that isn’t nailed down. Whoever finds the most valuable thing wins a free drink when we get back.”

No sooner had they gotten out of Ebonhawke than they heard a commotion - Lots of screaming and distressed sounds, interspersed with the occasional gunshot… seems like there was a pattern, and it didn’t sound like a fight. It sounded more… one-sided.

Maurus piped up. “Think that’s the camp?”

Atlas nodded. “Sounds like some folks are already having fun.”

Clovis chimed in. “Oh, let’s see if we can find another angle of attack. I bet they won’t be expecting a group to hit ‘em from ‘round back.”

Atlas hummed. “Y’know, that’s not a bad thought. They’re probably distracted fighting off who knows what else, we could totally take them by surprise.”

The Separatist captor had been doing a number on Chaz - slow, painfully long drags of the knife across their arms, legs and torso - Careful enough to avoid severing arteries or causing serious damage, yet brutal and slow enough to make every living second hell. The screaming had since subsided to a soft whimper and an occasional yelp. “Oh come on, most charr I’ve tortured last longer than this. Don’t tell me you’re really as weak as you look.”

Chaz winced and squirmed, feeling dizzy and nauseous. “Fuck you, you murderous warmongering scum” was what they wanted to utter, but it came out as a slurred mess of words ending in what sounded vaguely like “Your mom.”

The captor took great offense to this perceived slight and raised his knife, causing Chaz to yelp, flinch and shiver some more, but a ruckus broke out from elsewhere in the camp. Screams, gunfire and yells of “Take that, Separatist shitbags!” echoed throughout the area. This sounded a lot more like an actual fight, and the torturer seemed none too pleased with this fact.

“Oh hell… Well, I didn’t get as much time with you as I would’ve liked, but I must be going now. Do hold onto THIS for me though, would you?”, he grumbled, emphasizing the word “This” by plunging his knife deep into Chaz’s still-good leg, causing them to yelp again in pain. Before they could swear at their captor, he was already gone, along with a handful of his cronies. Glancing around more, Chaz’s eye caught sight of a trio of charr dressed in purple and orange.

Maurus was the first to point them out. “Oh shit, those bastards had a prisoner. He looks like he’s hurt pretty bad!”

Atlas chimed in, “Don’t worry, kid, we’re here to help!”, and the two of them hurried over, followed shortly by Clovis.

Chaz was still on high alert, and panic set in.

“What are you doing?!” they yelped hysterically at the three charr. “Get out of here, it’s a trap! They’re using me as bait and they’re gonna… just get away from me, leave me here before… just leave me!”

The trio slowed down, and looked dumbfounded - from their perspective they saw a half-naked, cut-up, clawless male charr with a knife stuck in his leg, yelping incoherently about an ambush. Atlas tilted his head. “What, you mean those guys?” He stepped aside, giving Chaz a clear view of a pile of Separatist corpses.

“Oh yeah, we killed ‘em quick,” Clovis chimed in, holding an armful of weapons and trinkets Maurus nodding alongisde her, holding an equally large armful of assorted junk.

Chaz stared… and laid their head back, letting out a pained laugh. “Okay…  I must be delirious from blood loss or shock, most likely I’m hallucinating. That’s the only possible explanation that I can come up with for how I can go from being tortured by a knife-wielding Separatist maniac to being greeted by a bunch of looters dressed in orange and purple!”

The Grins looked at each other, and then at Chaz. Clovis piped up. “I think we broke him.” Maurus nodded again.

Atlas, however, noticed something else. The handle of that dagger stuck in Chaz’s leg… It looked like a golden wing. That’d probably be worth a few gold, and he’s sure he’d be doing this kid a favour by getting rid of it for them... He went over to Chaz, and without really thinking much else, he yanked it out, causing Chaz to let out a shrill yelp of pain. “Check it out, I found the shiniest thing in the camp!”

Clovis and Maurus both dropped their armfuls of loot and rushed over to Chaz and Atlas. “ATLAS!” Maurus snapped, “You don’t just yank a knife out of someone like that!”

Atlas looked at the knife, then at Chaz’s leg wound, and then back at the knife. “But I… Oh. Ohhhh. Er, sorry, buddy.”

He jammed the knife back in place, causing Chaz to yelp again and nearly pass out. Maurus and Clovis both put a palm over their faces, with Clovis finally admitting “Okay, well that’s one way to deal with that.”

Chaz, still dizzy and incoherent, looked back at the purple-and-orange charr rescuers. “Alright, so you three are real. And you really dealt with… most of the Separatists.”

“Aw, only most?” Clovis grumped.

Maurus patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. “Yeah, I’m bummed about it too. We saved this cub, though, we should patch him up before he bleeds out.” Clovis nodded in agreement, and the two of them started gathering together whatever medical supplies they could find in the camp.

While they were at work, Atlas tilted his head. “So… what’s your story? You’re here with a knife in your leg - sorry about that again - you’re all cut up and you were yelling at us about some ambush and-- what happened to your claws?!”

Chaz chuckled weakly. “Don’t worry about the claws. Been like that since I was born. Separatist bastard sounded disappointed that I didn’t have any for him to pull out, lemme tell you.”

Atlas looked confused, but nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Tarbound. Chaz Tarbound. Tar Warband. Iron Legion.”

“Hey, another Iron Legion band! I’m Atlas Jaspergrin, Grin Warband. Those two over there are Clovis Snaregrin and Maurus Snagglegrin.”

“Wait,” Clovis called out, as she and Maurus hurried over to the injured charr with some first aid supplies. “Did you say Tar warband? I remember hearing they had an unusual recruit, a clawless charr who applied some revolutionary asura techniques into building charr technology.”

Chaz weakly raised a clawless hand. “That’s me.”

Clovis looked pretty overjoyed. “Oh wow, we need to talk sometime when you’re better! …Where’s the rest of your warband?” She asked, as she started applying antiseptic to Chaz’s lacerations, in an attempt to keep them distracted.

Chaz looked visibly upset, but tried to hold it back, wincing every now and again as more antiseptic and bandages were applied. They gestured weakly towards the group of dead charr near the camp’s front entrance. “I… I couldn’t do anything. The Separatists… they… one-by-one. They made me watch. Kept telling me I was next.”

“Burn me,” Atlas grumbled. “So they really were using you as bait. I’m… I’m sorry.”

Chaz sounded more and more upset. “It was my fault. If I’d just shut up instead of making a racket… maybe they…”

“Hey, hey, hey now, don’t go talking like that,” Clovis said, shushing Chaz and trying to comfort them. “You can’t go blaming yourself for what these bastards did to you. Y’hear me? It’s not your fault.”

“Your bandmates went to great lengths to save you,” Maurus huffed, looking down at Chaz as he helped Clovis patch them up. “You would have done the same for them, wouldn’t you?”

Chaz was hesitant, but eventually nodded. “Tar Warband sticks together… Though technically speaking Tar Warband isn’t really a thing anymore, is it? That one over there, Arjuna Tarpelt… she was the Legionnaire. I’m not fit to lead a warband…”

“Well, you’re not fit to do much of anything right now,” Atlas offered, somewhat unhelpfully.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea!” Clovis chirped, “We were looting this place, right? We looted this charr, so he’s ours now! He can be a part of Grin Warband!”

“Yeah, he looks so adorable and small,” Maurus chimed in, “We can’t just leave him to be a gladium, that’s just not right. Can’t we keep him?”

“We’re not kidnapping him,” Atlas stated flatly. “You need to ask him politely, and see how he feels.”

Clovis nodded, as she and Maurus finished patching up the charr and sitting them up. “So, Chaz, how do you feel about that?” she inquired hopefully.

“I feel like I am in severe pain and discomfort, and require immediate medical attention,” Chaz stated, bluntly and unhelpfully.“Fair enough,” Clovis sighed, “It’s gonna be a bit of a journey but we can take you back through the asura gates in Ebonhawke. Do you think you can stay with us until we get back to the Black Citadel, or should we try and get you some treatment in Lion’s Arch?”

“The Citadel, please…” Chaz responded weakly, “Ugh… then again, I… don’t know if I’m ready to explain to the Tribune what happened. I’m going to have to register as a Gladium and that’s gonna be a mess, and--”

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s just focus on the fact that you’re still with us, right?” Atlas butted in. “We can worry about all that paperwork later, but for now we really need to get you to the Citadel. Can you walk?”

Chaz shook their head, pointing to the bullethole in one leg and the knife in the other, the knife that Atlas had haphazardly pulled out and reinserted.

“Right, right. Sorry again about the knife. Maurus, care to give this guy a lift?”

Maurus nodded, and rather roughly picked Chaz up and slung them over his shoulder, eliciting something of a squeak of pain from the small charr. “Jeez, you’re lighter than I expected, lil’ buddy,” Maurus chuckled. “They been starving you in that camp?”

“N-no, I was only in there for a few hours… At least I think it was a few hours. I’ve just always been like this.”

“Well you’re lookin’ like a mess, either way. Speakin’ of, we should get you to our mess hall once you’re patched up, get you some grub, y’hear? Now there’s something to look forward to.” He offers the smaller, injured charr a soft smile, over his shoulder.

And so, as Maurus and Clovis started heading back towards the gates of Ebonhawke in the early evening light, with Chaz in tow, Atlas surveyed the carnage of the would-be Separatist camp that they’d successfully trashed and looted.

He took another glance at the remains of the Tar warband, and heaved a sigh. “Fucking Separatists. The hell do they think they’ll accomplish pulling this shit?” Near the corpses, a conspicuous patch of bloodstained grass caught Atlas’ eye - a trail led from it to where the Grins had found Chaz, and nearby, a rickety old bolt-action rifle lay on a flat rock.

“Hm…” a thought crossed Atlas’ mind, and without another word he grabbed the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder before moving to catch up with the group.

[kalehdo]

Unsupervised

A tiny little ficlet I managed to cook up for Robbie, cause I love my poor undead cinnamon roll <3

“Can't you just watch him for two minutes?”

“No!”

“Why are you being such an asshat about this?  I'm literally only gonna be gone for two minutes!”

Robbie sat on the floor, not really making much sense out of the argument that was currently going on between Anti and Marvin.  For him, their constant bickering back and forth had meshed into a white noise that he could no longer understand, and the zombie eventually lost interest in the scenario currently taking place.  He stared down at the carpeted floor, letting his clammy fingers drag across it and feeling just the barest hint of a burning sensation.

“Just stay with him, okay? Please?  I have to go and help Chase find his missing nerf gun.”  And with that, Marvin left, marching up the stairs in a hurry as his cape fluttered behind him.

Anti sneered, and threw an irritated look at the zombie residing quietly on the floor.  “Tch, you're not my fucking problem...”  Like hell he was gonna look after someone who was half decaying and had the mentality of an infant.  The glitch disappeared in a cluster of pixels, leaving Robbie alone in the living room.

Robbie hadn't even noticed that Anti had left.  It wasn't until he lost interest in scraping his dirty nails across the carpet did he look up and see that the demon was gone.  Robbie's milky white eyes lazily scanned the area around him. He was definitely alone, but...why?  Where was everyone else?  He briefly remembered hearing Marvin say Chase's name, but for what reason?  Where was Marvin?  The questions in his head became a little overwhelming, and Robbie groaned unhappily, gripping his head.

Too many thoughts.  Too many questions. He needed to stop thinking.

In the midst of his groaning, the shiny tile of the kitchen floor caught his attention.

Kitchen...that was what it was called, right?  All of the egos got their food from there.  He didn't know how, though.  He was never allowed into the “kitchen”.  Well, unless Marvin was with him.

Food.

He wasn't exactly hungry, but the word still resonated within Robbie's withering brain, thus twitching a nerve of curiosity.  He willed enough strength to get back onto his feet, and slowly shuffled his way into the room of white and silver. That was one thing he remembered clearly about this part of the house.  The kitchen held all the shiny stuff.  And the biggest, shiniest thing in it was...what did he hear that doctor call it? A...fridge?  There was a handle on it, and Robbie's vacant gaze gravitated towards it.  His bony, rotting hands managed to grip the handle.  He pulled.  The fridge didn't budge.  He pulled again. Still nothing.

Starting to lose his patience, Robbie let out a frustrated growl, and tried to put more strength into his efforts.  It paid off.  Despite him falling over onto his butt in the process as the door to the fridge swung wide open.

The first thing that registered in Robbie's sluggish mind was cold.  The fridge was cold, just like his own barely-sustaining body, and it confused him.  Is this where the other egos keep their food?  Why do they eat their food cold?

An item in the fridge on the lower shelf suddenly caught his attention. It was white, rectangular in shape, and had a picture on it.  Robbie narrowed his eyes, actually trying to make out what it was.  A white and black spotted...thing.  It started with a C, he thought.  Now more curious than ever, Robbie reached out, and snatched up the boxed item.  It was relatively heavy and its texture on the zombie's fingers was rather...interesting.  Robbie stared at his finding; mind coming to a slight standstill as he wondered what to do with it.

Would it taste good?

A question he decided to answer for himself as brought the item up to his face.  His mouth stretched open, with the corners already tearing apart from the stretch, and he bit down hard.  Immediately, cold white liquid spurted out of the box and onto his face.  Robbie certainly hadn't been expecting this.  The sudden liquid shocked him, and he let out a frightened groan as he immediately dropped the item. It fell to the floor with a plop, spilling out its contents.  Robbie found himself falling back onto his bottom, sitting in the puddle that was now forming from the box.  He scrubbed fruitlessly at his face, trying to wipe off the cold white liquid, fussing and groaning loudly as he did.

“Robbie!”

Marvin's voice.  That was definitely Marvin's voice.  The zombie managed to look up, picking out the familiar blur of the magician's cat mask.

“Fuck's sake, I ask Anti to do one thing and he completely ignores me,” he heard Marvin grumble as the other ego knelt down in front of him. “Hey Robbie, you okay buddy?  Looks like you made a bit of a mess...”

Robbie didn't understand.  He still had that white stuff on his face, and he wanted it off.  He grumbled loudly in distress, trying to wipe at his face again.

“Hey hey, easy, I gotcha,” Marvin reassured, producing a piece of colorful cloth from his sleeve.  He moved Robbie's quivering hands out of the way, and proceeded to wipe the milk off of the zombie's grimy cheeks.  Robbie took interest in the cloth, and bit at it when it passed by his mouth.

“Hey now, don't be eatin' this,” Marvin chastised.  “I'll get ya some real food, okay?  But first, let me clean up this mess.”

[thesswrites]

The First Aurilmas

More Cupcake Coterie prequel for a Christmas present for @true0neutral, and this one is seasonally apropos - Hazel’s first Ellon Christmas-analog with the Hearthhearts.

Three months after Hazel became a Hearthheart, she was finally getting used to the idea of talking to people. Such things hadn’t been encouraged when she was growing up in her mother’s residence - if you could call being left in a room and ignored all the time ‘growing up’ - but now, finally, she felt confident enough to start really talking to people. Admittedly, the issue now was trying to get her to stop talking, but there was time enough for that. The little five-year-old half-elf was so full of questions and observations about all the new things she was seeing and doing for the first time that no one, not even impatient teenage foster siblings, had the heart to shut her down.

The first indication that something big was afoot at Hearthhome was the morning when Willem (a half-orc approaching his majority, and thus Hazel’s biggest new brother in all senses of the word) stamped out into the snow with eight-year-old Condred at his heels. Willem carried an axe when he went, and Hazel wondered about that. And, since she wondered, there was nothing for it but to ask.

So she went to find Momma, who knew everything, and who was currently trimming the wicks on tiny candles for no apparent reason. Hazel knew that tiny candles came for birthdays - Andromeda, another half-elf and the closest foster sibling to Hazel in age, had had her eighth birthday just two weeks ago, and her cake had been decorated with the candles and it had been so pretty! - but there wasn’t a birthday that Hazel knew about...

It still took a moment to get started, but when she did, Hazel didn’t quite stop. “Momma, why is Willem with the axe? And why are you with the candles? Is there a birthday? We all got Andri presents for birthday so should I find presents for birthday? And--” Hazel took a sniff of the air, her attention caught by a molasses-cranberry-brown sugar smell of baking. “--ooh that smells nice Mom’s baking niceys so that means there’s a birthday, right? Who’s got a birthday?”

Miranda - ‘Momma’ to the children in residence, to differentiate from ‘Mom’ Twilly - chuckled a little and put her candles down before nudging Hazel over to one of the dining room chairs and sitting her down. “It’s not really a birthday,” she explained to her new daughter, “but it sort of is.” When Hazel frowned in perplexity, Miranda explained. “There’s a festival, that we have on the shortest day of the year. We call it Aurilmas.”

“...Auril’s the Lady of Snows, right?” Hazel was starting to learn the pantheon, and was very proud of that. She liked Pelor best, but Auril was good too. Snow was pretty.

Miranda nodded. “And Auril’s at the height of her rule on the shortest day of the year. So we do her honour. Chauntea and Beory get all the accolades, you see, because they’re set over the growing things and we do them honour for our crops. But people forget what Auril gives to the land.”

Hazel, who had listened to Willem and Sylvie and Bess worry about frost damage to the pumpkins when she first got to Hearthhome, frowned again. “Snow gives things? They said it kills plants!”

“Some plants.” Miranda ruffled Hazel’s bow a little, more to straighten it than set it askew. “Mostly, though...” After a moment’s thought for how best to put it, Miranda said, “You know when you’ve had a long day and been running around with chores and playing and you’re all tired out, and Mom and I come to tuck you in?” When Hazel nodded, Miranda shrugged. “Well, the earth needs rest too. Being farmed and growing plants and feeding animals is awfully hard work, you know. So every year, Auril comes and tucks the land into a blanket of snow for the winter, so it can rest up and be ready for another year of growing things.”

After a moment’s pause, Hazel beamed at the mental image that put into her head. Then she frowned again, more thoughtful than confused. “So we celebrate Auril putting the world to bed with ... tiny candles and axes?”

Miranda couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Not axes, darling; trees. Well, a tree. Willem’s going to find a little pine tree, and he’s going to cut it down but not take the branches off it yet. And it will sit in the house for a few days, decorated with little candles and ornaments. It’s a way of celebrating how Auril leaves us life and colour even in the darkest times of year.”

Hazel frowned again. “Orn’ments?”

Twilly came into the room at that point, biting her lips against a chuckle. Miranda looked up at her and shook her head. “You made me do the Aurilmas story this year, my love?”

“It was just so entertaining!” Twilly’s giggles started escaping at that point. “Sensible people should be made to tell stories more often! But anyway, I did come in to rescue you, didn’t I?” Then she turned to Hazel. “Your momma is in charge of all the ornaments for the tree, and each of our children has one. She made this for you.” With that, she reached into an apron pocket and held up a carved-wood hazel tree with a huge gold-trimmed green bow wrapped around its trunk, with the name ‘HAZEL’ embossed on it in gold to match the bow’s trim. A small wire hook was threaded into a tiny hole in the top.

Hazel just stared at the ornament, tears coming to her eyes. She didn’t want to cry, because crying was for sad but she wasn’t sad; she was really happy. Some day, someone would explain to her that crying didn’t only come when you were sad, but that day hadn’t quite yet arrived. So for now, all Hazel could do was blink really hard to try to keep the tears from coming out and hug her mothers. “‘nkyou...”

Twilly and Miranda hugged the little half-elf back, Twilly putting a kiss on the top of her head. Miranda, always the more sensible of the two, smoothed down Hazel’s hair and said, “You’re very welcome. In all senses of the word. This is your home now, and you’re as much part of the family as every other name on that tree. But to answer your question about gifts ... you could, if you wanted. We’re going shopping in a few days, and you can see what you can pick up ... or you can make something; some of our little ones do.”

“And speaking of making things,” Twilly said, putting another kiss on the top of Hazel’s head before disengaging, “my cranberry cakes will burn if I don’t take them out now. And the maple sugar cookies need to go in. ‘Scuse me!”

Hazel worked for days on presents, and everyone loved them, no matter how lopsided and awkward they were. The dinner was the best Hazel had ever had, and the tree and other household decorations were prettier than even the shiniest things at her birth mother’s house. Pelor would always be Hazel’s favourite god, and she honoured His festival days with reverence and pride ... but after that first Aurilmas, Auril of the Snows would always have a special place in Hazel’s heart.

[griffithdylan]

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