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youtuberswithalex · 5 years ago

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Summary: Swallowing his panic, he tried his hardest to take a deep breath. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped, hoping to scurry to his room and get rid of the evidence of any injury before anyone could find out, but it came back soaked in just as much deep, dark blood as before. Tears sprung to his eyes as he let his hyperventilating take over.

“Daaaaaad!”

(Trans!Virgil; Adoption AU; Romantic Logicality, Paternal Moxiety, Brotherly Prinxiety, Creativitwins)

Warnings: Blood, periods, crying, explanation of the menstrual cycle, brief mention of sex, implied/referenced past child abuse, brief mention of past character death, Remus Antics (brief, non-graphic mention of a gory scene in an old movie)

Word Count: 2316

A/N: So, this has been a fic I’ve wanted to write for 12+ years, a fic that’s transpired fandom after fandom after fandom: an explanation of what a period is, to help others who won’t get/understand an explanation from other sources. I know this gets a little info-dump-y, but I tried to make it understandable. This fic is for you kids who are nervous about getting yours for the first time, like I was, and I hope seeing characters you love going through it, too, can help!

This is also the first fic I’m posting, I guess, of this Adoption AU I’ve had in my head for a while! I’ve got a couple other ideas in mind, including a part 2 to this focusing more on Roman and Virgil, sooo hit me up for some AU questions, if you have any!

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It was true that Virgil hadn’t really been feeling well in the past week.

He didn’t know what it was, but everything just felt… off. He didn’t want to socialize with anyone; being around people had been making a fire of rage burn in his chest, and the fact that he didn’t know why just made it ten times worse. He was exhausted to the point of nearly falling asleep in class, and would have slept through his alarms twice and been late if it hadn’t have been for Roman waking him up when he didn’t come for breakfast.

Speaking of, he hadn’t had much of an appetite, and he’d hardly been eating because of it. Even the idea of eating anything had made him feel a little gross. And his stomach had been cramping a lot.

Realistically, Virgil knew this was something he should tell Patton or Logan, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It didn’t matter how many times Roman reassured him that their dads wouldn’t be angry at him for getting sick; until he saw it for himself, he wasn’t going to be able to believe him. So what if Patton was a nurse? So what if Roman and Logan had butted heads dozens of times since Virgil had moved in, and it had never dissolved into a screaming match? That didn’t mean they wouldn’t turn on him, or that he was a good enough kid to avoid getting on their bad side!

Besides, he wasn’t throwing up or running a fever! He was just going to waste their time if he said anything. They had more important things to worry about than him. It’s not like he was dying or anything.

…Or, so he’d thought, until Thursday afternoon when he went to the bathroom and found his underwear covered in blood.

Virgil almost screamed at the sight. As soon as he recovered, he frantically searched his body for any sign of a scrape or scratch that could have left such a mess. There was nothing. Maybe… Maybe it had already healed?

Swallowing his panic, he tried his hardest to take a deep breath. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped, hoping to scurry to his room and get rid of the evidence of any injury before anyone could find out, but it came back soaked in just as much deep, dark blood as before. Tears sprung to his eyes as he let his hyperventilating take over.

“Daaaaaad!”

Footsteps came rushing to the door faster than he’d ever heard in this household. “Virgil, are you okay?”

He choked back a sob. “I-I’m bleeding…!”

“Okay, it’s going to be okay, kiddo,” Patton soothed. “Can I come in?”

Virgil looked at himself, still on the toilet, and set the wad of toilet paper on the tank. He scrambled to stand and pull his pants up before whimpering out an “Uh-huh”.

Patton calmly came in and shut the door behind him. “Alright, where are you bleeding?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“You don’t know?” he asked with a frown.

“I…” Virgil picked up the toilet paper and showed it to him, lowering his voice to a whisper despite no one else being in there with them. “It was all over my underwear,” he explained. “And when I wiped, I…”

He trailed off as Patton tilted his head to inspect the blood, and then understanding faded onto his face as he looked away in thought. While it was only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity; his stomach started to cramp again, and Virgil found himself trembling.

“I-I haven’t been feeling good this week,” he admitted. “My stomach’s been hurting, and—and all I want to do is sleep, and I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bother you guys, and I’m sorry, I should’ve said something, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to have to go to the hospital, please—!”

Patton shushed him and ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair. “Hey, hey, relax, it’s alright! You’re okay, Virgil. You’re not going to die, trust me. Especially not on my watch.”

He leaned over, put the toilet lid down, and gently pushed Virgil to sit on it before kneeling in front of him. He took a few seconds to chew on his lip in thought.

“Virgil,” he started, “At your old school, did your teachers ever take an afternoon to talk to you guys about puberty?”

Virgil shook his head.

Patton let out a breath and nodded. “I guess they probably think it’s a little too early to talk about it, huh?” he muttered. “Am I allowed to touch your stomach, honey?”

Virgil hesitated, but he nodded after a moment. Patton reached up and placed his hands on Virgil’s lower belly. When he flinched, he used his thumb to rub gentle circles into it.

“Okay, so, in your body, right down here, you have this thing called a uterus,” he softly explained. “When people are pregnant, that’s where the babies grow before—”

“Am I PREGNANT?!”

“No, no, no—!” Patton had to hold back a laugh, taking his hands away to cover his face for just a second before returning them to their original position. “You’re not pregnant, Virgil, don’t—don’t worry about that!”

Virgil snapped his mouth shut, lower lip still trembling. Patton offered him a reassuring smile as he continued.

“Your uterus has these two things connected to it called ovaries.” He used his two index fingers to draw out where they would be. “They hold a bunch of tiny little eggs inside of them that eventually would turn into people—but only under certain circumstances, at certain times, usually involving another person. If you were to get pregnant, you’d know, understand? It’s not going to happen randomly.”

Patton didn’t move on until Virgil nodded.

“Okay. Now, about once a month, one of these two little guys is going to let one of their eggs go,” he said, “and it sticks to the wall of your uterus. And your body goes…”

Patton threw his hands into the air and waved them around. “’Yay! We’re gonna have a baby!’” he cheered in a cartoony voice. Virgil let out a weak snicker. Patton counted it as a win.

“It starts to get ready for this potential baby by building up this lining around the walls, so that it’ll be extra protected from harm. And for a little while, if you… Ah…” Patton’s face turned red. “Do… certain things, with certain people, that egg might get fertilized, and that’s how pregnancy starts.”

“Like… kissing?”

Patton hummed. “No, you’d have to do a little more than that. More, uh… adult stuff.”

Virgil nodded, looking at the floor very seriously. “Taxes.”

It was a fight to keep his laugh in. “R-Right. Taxes.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Um, anyway, if that egg doesn’t get fertilized, your body says, ‘Oh, darn! Well, maybe next time!’, and it gets rid of the egg, and then it gets rid of that lining so it can make a fresh one for the next egg.” He pointed to the bloody toilet paper still gripped tightly in Virgil’s hands. “That’s what that blood is. It’s not a cut, and it’s certainly not an omen of death. It’s just a sign that you’re growing up.”

Virgil stared at the toilet paper for a long moment. “…Am I going to have to do this every month?”

“Well, not at first,” Patton replied, putting his hands on his knees. “This is a brand new feature in your body right now, so it’ll take a bit for it to fall into a real cycle. For a little bit, you might have a couple within a month, or you might not have it for another three after this. But, eventually, yeah, the body will balance itself out.”

“How long is that gonna take?”

“It depends on your body. If it takes a while, or it doesn’t seem like it’s going to balance at all, we can look into some options to help, like birth control or hormone therapy. Modern medicine is a great thing,” he said with a wink. “How about we save that conversation for a little later, though? See how this pans out for now?”

There was a beat, and then Virgil slowly nodded. He shifted and tipped his head away. “What do I do about my underwear?” he whispered.

Patton hummed and sat back, looking up at the ceiling. “Well… I’ll be honest, kiddo, I can talk your ear off about anatomy and the medical side of things, but I don’t have a clue about the products and stuff. How would you feel if I called Remus’s mom and asked her to come explain that stuff to us?”

Virgil wiped at his eyes. “Okay.”

Offering a gentle smile, Patton held his arms open; there was a moment of hesitation, and then Virgil leaned forward and wrapped his smaller arms around him. Patton held him tight and rubbed his back.

“Thank you,” he whimpered.

“Of course, sweetie. That’s what your Pop and I are here for,” he reassured. “And don’t you ever worry about bothering us if you’re not feeling well, okay? We care about you more than whatever silly things we might be working on. We want to take care of you, okay?”

Virgil shuddered in a manner that was suspiciously similar to that of a repressed sob; when he spoke next, his voice was tight and high-pitched. “Okay.”

They sat like this for a moment, with Patton holding his son close, rubbing a hand over his lower back, until he pressed a kiss into his hair and pulled back.

“Alright, Virge, I need to go call Mrs. Drake,” he said. “Is your stomach still hurting? Or anything else, for that matter? I can get you some medicine to help, if you want.”

Virgil nodded, scrubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Patton nodded and climbed to his feet. “Okay. I’ll be back as soon as I can, promise.”

He stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and leaving Virgil alone with his thoughts again. He was still shaking, yes, but the terror of thinking he was going to die was settling into the more manageable fear of learning a new routine…

And maybe, a little, the risk of starting to put his trust into someone.

But maybe there wasn’t so much to fear in that one.

Virgil leaned forward and finally dropped the bloody toilet paper into the trash.

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The front door slammed open; Logan and Roman both nearly jumped out of their skin from where they sat at the dining room table.

“Virgil, we got your little butt-diapers!”

There was the sound of a light swat, and then the snatching of a plastic bag.

“Stahp, Remus, he’s already having a hard time with it!”

Snickering echoed through the entryway as the two climbed the half-flight of stairs leading to the main floor. As Remus made a beeline to tackle Roman out of his chair, Logan adjusted his posture to be more formal and nodded at Mrs. Drake.

“Good afternoon, Alya,” he called.

“Hi, boys,” she quickly responded. “Are they still in the bathroom?”

“I believe so, yes.”

Mrs. Drake nodded and hurried off just as Roman wrestled Remus off of him. He glanced at the hallway, and then between his twin and his father.

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“Your baby bro’s anus is bleeding for the first time!”

“No, Remus,” Logan scolded. He turned to Roman. “He’s experiencing his first menstrual period. Your father called Mrs. Drake to help teach him the technical aspects of how to best handle it.”

Roman blinked and sat up straight. “Oh! Is he going to be alright?”

“Yeah, Mom brought a bunch of stuff to help,” Remus replied, waving his hand as he plopped into the open seat next to Roman. “Pads, painkillers, heating rice bag sock things, the whole shebang. And a bunch of chocolate and candy and stuff!”

“Ah, good. I’ve seen studies that dark chocolate helps with cramps,” Logan stated.

Remus sighed. “A shame. I was hoping we’d get to see Virgie’s tiny baby rip out of his stomach. Like that scene in Aliens!”

Roman let out a whine and swatted him. “Dude, that’s my little brother!”

“Oh, come on! Your other dad’s a nurse! He could stitch him back up in no time!”

“That is not how nurses work!”

Logan hummed and adjusted his glasses, turning back to the papers he was grading. “Astounding. In less than two minutes, you’ve expressed your ignorance in both anatomy and the careers of the medical field. I suggest you brush up on them both if you truly wish to study in the field of dentistry.”

“Haa, brush up,” Roman laughed.

Logan shot him a glare over the rim of his glasses; Roman and Remus high-fived.

“Do your homework, Roman.”

Roman grinned and turned back to face his homework, but his mind instead floated back to Virgil’s condition. He bit down on his lip and shifted before looking up and tapping his pencil end against the table.

“Seriously… Virgil is going to be okay, right?” he asked.

Logan let out a soft breath. “Your brother is going to be just fine,” he gently reassured. “This is a natural thing for many people who possess uteri. He might be in pain for a little while, but ultimately, he will be alright.”

“My mom deals with it every month, and she’s not dead yet,” Remus pointed out. Then, with his grin fading a bit, he added, “Our mom probably had them, too. She must’ve, if she had us.”

Roman watched him for a long moment, and then he nodded, swallowing the lump that had snuck into his throat.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”

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Second A/N:

Hey, folks-- So, as it turned out, I made a bit of a mistake in explaining this. So sorry about this! Thank you so much to @romanslunchbox for pointing this out and correcting me:

“ It isn’t a huge mistake. However, in your fic you stated that the egg gets stuck in the lining of the uterus. But that is only possible with a fertilized egg. An non-fertilized egg dies in the oviducts before it can even reach the uterus. After the egg dies certain hormones are released to start the menstruation about 2 weeks later (how that works is an entire shit show of hormones and stuff). It takes a while for these hormones to be released, so the uterus keeps producing more lining for the egg to get stuck in. When the uterus finally gets the signale that there is no pregnancy, that is when the menstruation starts. “

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #patton sanders #paternal moxiety #the ending's kinda weak but eh #i wrote this in one day #whaddya gonna do #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders

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commaclear · 3 years ago

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Hello, comma it is I again. The one that wrote the two longass asks that have me almost writing some the fic for you.

So, I've reread and only just realised that Sam already exists in the HTID universe and is George's dad. Which gave me an idea for, if you do decide to put the Fundy runs away from Wilbur and calls him his foster dad.

So, let's say during the whole interception of the Fundy and Wilbur chase, it was like a full on storm. I'm talking dank, dark and pouring HARD. So, he didn't recognise the two of them. However, when he lets Fundy stay with him just for the storm to stop. He recognises him and it goes like:

"Hey wait! You're Wil's kid, right? From *Insert the Charter school's name*"

"Uhm, I mean...yeah.." Fundy noticeably murmurs the last word.

"Hold up, wouldn't that mean..."

Sam takes a moment to try and fully understand what he witnessed just mere moments ago. This promptly starts a conversation between the two about what had happened, allowing Fundy to really vent out to him. (I will not write down the whole convo ofc, just giving ideas and such) Then, while Sam is comforting Fundy, Georges comes out of seemingly no where.

"Daaaaaad, when's Ponk coming home? Didn't you say you were gonna pick them up from the clinic/hospital?"

George whines as he approaches the pair, eyes forcefully being blicked open. Only opening to the realisation of Fundy being in the room.

"WHAT THE- DAD WHAT THE HONK IS HE DOING HERE???He's literally the kid WHO BIT ME AND THREATENED TO EAT ME!!!"

"Okay, okay, listen George. He got caught in the storm and I'm not going to willingly strand a kid in the cold."

"Maybe, you should've" George retorts, glaring straight at the red head, with dried tear streams on his face.

Fundy looks away to the side, uncomfortable with the new presence who is currently staring daggers at him.

"George! How could you just say that?"

"Well, it's not my fault Fundy is a lame-o who stinks!"

"Go to your room, mister!"

"FINE!"

Georges leaves and then, Sam apologises to Fundy about his behaviour and swears to him that George is a good kid, just a bit too honest. However, after being reminded about Ponk, Sam realises that he got so caught up with Fundy he completely forgot to pick up his boyfriend from the hospital/clinic. Which he originally was going to.

He tells Fundy he needs to go out for a bit and that he should stay at his home until he gets back.

This leaves George and Fundy in the house alone. Now, this is where we get a small interaction between them about sleep. Georges sleep a lot in canon, while Fundy suffers from a form of insomnia in canon. So, I put two and two together to get this:

After Sam left, Fundy decided to do a little bit of snooping around Sam's house. Looking at all the oddities of his home like, a lemon tree in their backyard, a large lego prison-like structure inside a glass box in Sam's room and Mushroom stickers on George's Room door.

George's room, huh? Fundy thinks to himself as he notices that the door was ajar.

He decides to slowly open the door only to find George dead asleep on the floor, despite having a perfectly good bed.

"It hasn't even been that long. HOW ARE YOU EVEN ASLEEP?!?"

Fundy is absolutely flabbergasted at how George can sleep so easily and soundly. It at least, takes him an hour before he can even have a wink of sleep. He just didn't get it.

Upon hearing Fundy's shouting, Georges stirs a bit before blink his eyes open to see who it is. George sees Fundy and gives out an exaggerated sigh.

"What do you want?"

"How? How are you able to sleep so quick?"

George is confused by Fundy's honestly, quite stupid question.

"What do you mean how? Are you that dumb that you can't sleep?" Georges mocks.

"Hey, I just have some issues with sleep, okay..."

"Tch, c'mon. It's easy. Just close your eyes, forget about everything and then, BOOM, you're asleep."

"Really? That's all I need to do?" Fundy asks rather excitedly. He hasn't been able to sleep properly ever since learning the truth about his dad. Maybe he could finally get some rest.

"Yeah, just follow my lead..." George prompts Fundy to lay down beside him on the ground.

"Just close your eyes and forget about everything, especially the things that frustrate you like, Mr. Quackity's math classes."

"Just forget..." Fundy repeats to himself quietly.

Sam arrives back to his house with Ponk. Both of them are drenched from the rain but are still fairing well. Sam notices the lack of any life in the house and quickly tries to find the two kids. Only to stumble upon the two of them sleeping soundly on George's bedroom floor.

"Well, if that isn't just the most wholesome thing I've seen today I don't know what is." Ponk states as he gives Sam a hug from the back. As they admire, the sweet sight.

AAAAAND yeah, that is what I got for today. It's so fucking fluffy gosh. But no worries eventually, I'll talk about how terribly Wilbur is doing in this scenario. Now, that is where the angst comes in. -LC (I have made initials now aha)

(also are Eryn and Sapnap brothers now in HTID???)

DAD SAM POG-

And oh shit, the potential to get a George and Fundy bonding moment would be so freaking wholesome and unexpected

#send help #my fics #hi thirsty im dad

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juminsmysticmc · 5 years ago

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Hello ✌ Can i request headcanons of how would have been the first years of marriage between RFA members + trio with Mc.

RFA + Minor Trio with Mc in their first years of Marriage

Hiii! I love these kind of requests! I hope you enjoy the Headcanon just like I love it!

Please give me feedback ✨🌹

Jumin

,,Moooooommmy! Daaaaaad!“ a little voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flickered as you heard a manly voice chuckle.

,,Good morning my love…“ he mumbled in a husky voice, stroking your cheek.

,,Mhhhh…“ you moaned back, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

,,Did you sleep well?“ he asked you, concerned about your health.

,,I already thought that our son‘s pregnancy was hard, but your daughter is driving me crazy…“ you told him, rubbing your eyes to look at him.

He nodded.

,,I‘m free today. I can take care of our son and you can rest…“ he told you.

Not long afterwards, the same voice from before yelled your name again, making you smile.

,,No, I want to enjoy the time we have,“ you answered and tried to get up.

Suddenly the door opened with a lot of force.

A little boy that looked just like Jumin looked at you.

,,Mommy I hungry!“ he whined.

,,Okay, let‘s do pancakes?“ you laughed, approaching him and taking his hand.

,,No! I’ll make them for you with Dad!“ he energetically said, looking at his father with hopeful eyes.

Whatever you or his son asked, Jumin couldn’t say no.

So Jumin and your son ended up standing in the kitchen, working on breakfast.

You sat on the couch, rubbing your swollen belly.

Once again, you closed your eyes and thought about the past five years...

Back then, Jumin hid your body as the media tried to capture a picture of you.

The flashes from the cameras made your eyes flicker.

Jumin‘s words still made you smile. He told you to put yourself over everyone’s eyes with him still in second place.

The first discussions both of you had because he didn’t care about his own health…

You were even kidnapped one time.

Back then, you stormed out and ended up getting kidnapped.

Jumin turned South Korea upside down back then just to find you.

He ended up finding you unconscious in a house, four hours from your place.

You remembered how you got sick and how you found out about your pregnancy.

How Jumin gave his best and how awful it was when you went into labor, almost losing your boy.

But everything got better and now you’re just enjoying your time.

,,I can’t wait to enjoy the future with you…“ you mumbled to your unborn girl.

Shortly afterwards, your son called you and Jumin helped you up, ready to let you enjoy breakfast.

Zen

You and your husband sat together as you looked at the others.

The RFA was sitting around a round table, enjoying the atmosphere. It was something that didn’t happen often.

,,I still can’t believe it that three years have already passed!“ Yoosung whined, looking at both of you.

,,Yes. You both still look like newlyweds,“ Jaehee nodded.

You smiled brightly at her as your hand laid on top of his.

,,I still remember everything as if it was yesterday…!“ you laughed.

Zen looked at you ,,So many things happened…“ he laughed.

You thought about your first years of marriage with Zen.

Just like a dream.

It was still hard for his family to accept you guys, but the reason why you guys could hold your marriage in the first place was because they finally spoke to you.

But even now, it’s hard for you to talk to your in-laws.

Both Zen and you feel unwelcome, but you know that you mean something to them since they always invite you to every upcoming family gathering.

,,I remember when Mc rushed out and slept over at my place, hahah!“ Seven laughed.

,,That’s not funny! I was so worried! I thought she left me just because of some rumors!’’ Zen mumbled, feeling bad again.

,,Rumors? I couldn’t believe that they were just rumors back then because I saw pictures of you holding her hand! I didn't know that they made it up until Seven found out, that it was photoshopped,’’ you answered back.

Zen nodded and held your hand tighter.

Misunderstandings like these didn’t happen anymore since your love grew stronger over the years.

Aside from that, nothing else happened.

Both of you lived your lives to the fullest and enjoyed the time you had together.

All that was missing was a proper family…

,,Are you still trying? I can give you the best doctors,’’ Jumin then said, turning your attention to reality again.

Indeed, you guys wanted to start a family.

Although, Zen’s career was at its peak now, he wished for the same.

,,Thank you, Jumin,’’ you said and smiled.

,,But we don’t need it! I can do it!’’ Zen hissed, hugging your body strongly against his, making you blush in a deep red.

The sex between the both of you was still a big highlight in the night…

Yoosung

,,Bye!’’ you called back as you left the hospital.

Yoosung was now quite busy as he was one of the best vets in Seoul.

You walked back to your apartment and observed the city.

Yoosung and you were now married for seven years.

,,I’m home!’’ Yoosung called, taking off his shoes and hugging you immediately.

,,We should try for a baby tonight so that I can prove to you that I’m not a baby myself,’’ Yoosung said, repeating what he said at lunch.

You deeply kissed him and nodded.

,,But first, let’s eat dinner, Yoosung,’’ you chuckled.

The first years of marriage with Yoosung weren’t always easy.

At times, he still struggled at his job but with your support he could overcome everything.

Even though he had to still wear his glasses, his eyes were improving.

Both of you finally laid in your shared bed after your act of love.

Yoosung was stroking your back as your head rested on his strong chest.

In your first years of marriage, both of you got to know that for you it would be harder to become parents.

Apparently, the two of you first faced seven years of bad luck.

You could remember it as if it was yesterday, when the doctor confessed this message.

But with your love both of you overcame the hardship and found a way to fight it.

,,I can’t wait to become the mother of your child…’’ you mumbled and then fell asleep, missing the part when Yoosung agreed with you.

Jaehee

Every night in bed, you thanked god for your happy marriage with Jaehee. She had been your wife for almost three years.

Those years with her were eventful.

You thought about her proposal, the wedding, and your honeymoon, which was your highlight for sure!

The time with her in Italy was wonderful with her wet skin at the beach and her happy laugh.

Her smile always made your heart beat quicker.

The nights you spent together with your skin touching and slapping over again and the evenings where both of you sat together outside, watching the stars below the italian sky.

,,What are you thinking about?’’ Jaehee asked you when she saw your face after entering the room.

You looked at her and once again, your heart began to beat crazily, just like the first day.

Her long hair rested on her shoulders as she slipped into the cozy blankets.

,,About our marriage,’’ you answered, hugging her body.

Jaehee laughed.

,,Remember when we arrived after our honeymoon and thought that someone robbed our shop, but the RFA planned a surprise for us?’’ she asked you, making you laugh immediately at the flashback.

You nodded and continued ,,I was so scared! Or when Yoosung began to cry in the shop, saying he didn’t want to go back to Jumin because his LOLOL ranking disappeared!’’ you laughed, making her chuckle.

,,I remember all those happy times in our shop, our happy customers, and the happy faces…’’ she mumbled.

,,I feel so good with you…’’ she then added, making you nod.

You, too, were thankful for having her in your life.

,,Mom, Mama…’’ a little girl entered the room.

Of course you couldn’t forget your adoptive daughter.

In your marriage there was also a hard time.

Back then, you wanted to adopt a baby, but the state didn’t let you and wanted to take her away again.

It was the worst time in your life, but thankfully Jumin could help you out.

,,Come here, baby…’’ you mumbled and called her.

The little girl hurried to the two of you and as soon as she was between the both of you, her eyes closed, making her go to wonderland.

,,Yes, our marriage is a happy one…’’ you laughed and stroked the girl's face.

Jaehee nodded at your comment and hugged both of you, closing her eyes too and wishing you a happy night.

Saeyoung

You looked at the clock as you waited at a decorated table in a fancy restaurant.

Saeyoung invited you to go out for your ninth anniversary.

You chuckled to yourself. Some things never changed, apparently.

You reviewed your first years of marriage with him.

It was hard for both of you because at first you wanted to run away, taking only Saeran with you.

But then, you realised that the RFA became far more than just the RFA.

They were like a family.

Of course you were still a bit angry at Yoosung and Zen for hiding Rika, but you knew at least that if you would come to make a mistake, both of them would make sure to help you out.

You also knew that Jumin and Jaehee would do their best to lead you the right way again.

The first years of marriage were almost terrible.

Now that so many years had passed, you had to laugh about the mistakes you guys made.

At first, there was the problem with Saeran.

It often stressed you guys out and made you argue a lot.

But it all ended well.

The agency didn’t contact you anymore and you could almost live a normal life.

And not long after your marriage, both of you became parents.

With your little red haired twins, which were now six, the happiness in your house never died down.

You and the RFA met up regularly, making them meet their only family.

,,If I call Saeyoung now, he will go crazy…“ you mumbled.

Saeyoung and you decided to come separately since he probably had something planned.

You decided to instead call your two nannies, Yoosung and Zen, who we’re taking care of the twins with Saeran.

Loud voices echoed into the phone.

,,THINGS ARE GOING WELL! THANK GOD SAERAN IS WITH US!“ Yoosung yelled.

,,AH NO! DON‘T!“ he yelled again and then cut the line.

You pitied them because somehow your two devils only listened to you, their mom.

,,How are they doing?“ Saeyoung asked you when he finally joined you.

,,Sixteen minutes too late! You‘re improving!“ you laughed and then told him that you just called them.

,,Such rascals...whatever, these sixteen minutes weren’t in vain because - I got this! Long Dog!“ he proudly said, handing you over a long dog out of metal.

You looked up at him and tried your best to not begin to loudly laugh at him.

Suddenly the dog began to talk in a funny voice, making you laugh.

The Long Dog began to talk about your story of nine full years…

He didn’t forget a single detail. Not even when the car broke down in the woods and you were alone...working on becoming pregnant.

Tears left your eyes as you looked up.

,,To our future…“ you said with a trembling voice, picking up your glass.

,,To our future...I love you,“ he whispered.

Saeran

You watched how Saeran showed Saeyoung how to hold the baby you gave birth to a few days ago.

There couldn’t be anything which could make you feel happier right now.

Watching your husband hold his baby and his twin brother trying to do the same.

Finally, Saeyoung could hold your newborn daughter on his own, watching her sleep.

Saeran turned to you.

,,Are you okay?“ he asked you, concerned.

You nodded. You were sleepy, but you felt good.

,,I was thinking about the past…“ you told him.

Saeran nodded.

You got pregnant before your marriage.

At that time, you thought that becoming a mother wasn’t right.

You just found out and weren’t brave enough to tell Saeran since he was on his way to finding Saeyoung.

When the agency, however, blackmailed him to kill his unborn child, he found out.

,,TRUST ME!“ he yelled.

,,I WILL FIND HIM AND KEEP YOU SAFE!“ he cried.

And so, he and Jumin, as well as Jumin‘s best men, handled saving Saeyoung.

Afterwards, your wedding was held with Saeyoung finally by your side.

Saeran even forgave him after this long time.

And so, you began to live a whole different life in your first year.

Nothing to worry about since Rika was taken care of, no one to search for since Saeyoung was finally by your side…

Everything was at his best.

The only problems were your throbbing feet, which didn’t get better even after Saeran kept massaging them and your carvings, which drove the twins crazy.

,,Where do I find spinach with apples at 2.30 AM?“ Saeran asked his brother in the middle of the night.

,,Not even the agency bothered me with so many questions…“ he mumbled and sent him to a convenience store.

As newlyweds, you really enjoyed your time together and you also planned to do it for the next three years.

,,As long as our daughter is little, we want to see the world. Afterwards, we will come back and begin to live a normal life…“ Saeran confessed.

The RFA nodded.

It was only natural that you guys now wanted to take a little rest.

And so you indeed came back after three years, ready to show and tell them about all your experiences and memories you did around the world...

Jihyun

After three years, Jihyun left you alone and you didn’t want to lose time.

And as if he could read your mind, he asked to marry you.

The first years went by perfectly.

You all forgave Rika, even though sometimes you still woke up from nightmares.

,,I will always stay by your side,“ Jihyun mumbled in the dark night.

,,I‘m your husband and I will take care of you…“ he went on and stroked you until you could finally fall asleep again.

The years went by like that.

You and Saeran, as well as the RFA, first focused on becoming better.

The hard and sad memories first had to become a part of you.

To do that, you all agreed on meeting once a week.

Saeyoung, with his brother after a long time, and Yoosung with the RFA, even though he found out about Rika.

It went well. In that time you also held a lot of parties and got even more famous.

Jihyun found his hobby for life and was more than happy to make you take part.

The adoption of Lucy was also something pretty spontaneous.

You saw the girl and immediately fell in love with her smile, and since getting pregnant would still take a bit, you wanted to make the girl happy and become her family.

Jihyun was unsure and not fond of the idea, but you made it clear that you weren’t like Rika.

And so, your marriage was becoming happier and happier.

Vanderwood

,,We can’t do that to the RFA…“ you whispered one day in the backseat of Saeyoung’s car.

Vanderwood and you just had a pretty sexy activity done.

,,I‘m getting hunted by my agency...let’s run away and get married and after a few years we can come back…“ Vanderwood tried to pursue, winning in the end.

You left a message for Saeyoung since he greatly took care of you.

And so after you two signed the documents and were officially married, your fugitive marriage began.

From one city to the next one, from Europe to America and back.

You saw a lot and was able to learn many new things, as well as all the languages.

Vanderwood and you found out how to live as rich people.

But you also had to go through hardships of powerlessness and having no money.

But these experiences were so important and you were grateful for them all.

Hidden with a fake identity, you and Vanderwood worked for various places.

And so, after five years of a beautiful marriage, with a third identity, you two went back with a half member too below your heart.

,,I will take care of both of you…“ Vanderwood promised when he opened the door to your apartment and got surprised by the RFA who were ready to welcome you with open arms.

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yespolkadotkitty · 5 years ago

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Tinderbox, pt 11

Part 10 here

“Hey, Rosie!”

Rosie turned at the warm greeting from her manager, Christie. Christie had the strongest Brooklyn accent of anyone Rosie had ever met, and wore it like a badge of pride. She was a good manager, hard but fair, and Rosie liked her for that.

“Morning, Christie.”

Christie leaned forward on the counter, a dark curl of her long black hair falling out of her ball cap and into her eyes.

“Still interested in an art show?”

Rosie dropped her gaze to the roast beef salad sandwich she was prepping, her hands making the precise movements by rote these days.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Christie’s Uncle owned a small, but well to do art gallery in Upstate New York. He wasn’t shy about giving new artists wall space, and Christie had been bigging up Rosie’s work for months now.

“Give me a piece. Come on, just let him look. What’s the harm?”

Rosie’s mind wandered to the piece she’d painted, grey sky, reaching trees, as turbulent as her mind had been, thinking of Dylan and her life back in the Midwest. “Well….”

“Think it over. I said I’d bring him something tomorrow,” Christie drawled.

“Tomorrow? But-”

Christie reached out, squeezed her arm. “Looking won’t do any harm. Spread your wings a bit, Rosie.”

Rosie mulled it over as she built more sandwiches for the fridge cabinet by the door. Ham salad, chopped cheese, a French dip, a couple of pastrami on rye for the office workers she knew would be by in a few hours.

Then the front door swung open, bringing with it a chilly breeze, and a tall, curly-haired NYPD Detective. She almost dropped the French dip she was wrapping in clear film when he came to the counter.

“Ms Dawes.”

Rosie stifled a smile. She’d stroked him to orgasm and he wasn’t going to use her first name? “Walter,” she said deliberately.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were summer-sky blue, his hair curling over the collar of his warm winter parka. She knew what his mouth tasted like, the soft feel of his beard against her skin. Heat speared through her.

“What can I get you?”

He blinked for a moment, as if forgetting where he was, and she knew he’d felt it too. That spark of heat, of want.

“A chopped cheese - Rach swears no one makes it better than you. And… what’s good today?”

“I just made this French dip.”

“Sold.” He moved out of the way of the fridge as she steadily built the new chopped cheese for his colleague. “How are you?”

She’d never get enough of his smooth British accent as long as she lived. “Okay. Busy, you know.” She caught Christie eyeing them from the other side of the deli, a smirk on her broad face. Great, she’d be ribbed for the rest of the day now. “Any news on the Cat Burglar?”

“None yet,” he confirmed, mouth drawing into a line, and she was sorry she’d asked. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her. “Some cases take longer than you think.”

Rosie bagged up the chopped cheese and put it on the counter along with his French dip, gave him the total. As he dug in his wallet, she stripped off her food prep gloves. The leather holder dropped open as he rummaged, and Rosie caught a glimpse of a smiley teenaged girl with the same dark chocolate curls as her father.

“Your daughter?”

A wistful smile crossed his face. “Thirteen going on thirty, that’s Faye.”

“She’s lovely,” Rosie told him, meaning it. The girl had a heart-shaped face and a sweet, open smile.

“Thanks. Most of the time, she is.”

“Says every parent,” Rosie laughed. She wondered about his home situation. Did he live with Faye’s mother? Or separately? How often did he see his daughter?

She’d likely not find out.

“So they tell me.” He held out the money and she rang it up, gave him his change. Their hands brushed and for one heated moment, she wished they were completely alone, wondered what he’d do if they were.

“Listen.” He cleared his throat, met her gaze. “I-”

The peal of his phone was loud in the deli, quiet at the comparably early hour for lunch. “Sorry.” Ever the gentleman, he stepped to the side, took the call. She built another sandwich for the fridge as his brow furrowed, as he spoke quietly into the phone.

When he raised his eyes to her, it was with a silent apology in their blue depths. “I’m sorry. I need to take this.” He took the bag of food from the counter.

Rosie nodded. “Another time, maybe.”

He smiled at her, but it was a little sad. Police work is hell on relationships, he’d said, and she’d just had a glimpse into how true that could be.

******

Marshall swore softly as he stalked through the empty rooms of the abandoned house. Up for rent for months without a bite, it seemed cold. Unfurnished, the wooden floors were bare, the dark varnish too severe for such a large space.

There had been nothing to take, but the now-familiar crayon scrawl of a cat’s face with stick whiskers smiled up at him from one corner of the white skirting board.

A concerned neighbour had called in that she thought she’d seen “that cat burglar” sniffing around the house next door, and Marshall had rolled his eyes when dispatch had relayed the info, but actually she’d been right. He had been here, but if Marshall’s instincts were right the guy was long gone.

He’s fucking with us, he thought, sourly. But to what end?

He’d have the mayor on his arse if he wasn’t careful.

He drove back to the station in a dark mood. He’d worked hard to get to Detective, he wasn’t going to let one thief with a penchant for crayons and cats get the better of him. At the station, with a cup of steaming black coffee by his elbow, he worked through the log of calls about the burglar. Usually, high-end houses, with random goods taken, some items left without explanation - why take a sterling silver bracelet but leave an iPad? But then in another house, a smartphone was taken and a gold necklace left, sitting out on a dressing table.

Attention? A big “fuck you” to wealthy people?

They needed more information. Normally the NYPD were inundated with anonymous tips, usually people who’d seen the news and wanted attention, or curtain-twitchers with no social lives, whose eyes played tricks on them.

It was bugging him, and what was worse, the news had latched on to the thief in an irritating way. Just once, Marshall wished for a juicy gang-related murder to take the name “Whiskers” off everyone’s lips.

He packed up his paperwork, thinking to go for a run to clear his head. Exercise helped him think the way nothing else did - and the exertion might help him sleep, too.

His phone pinged as he got ready to leave the station. A text from Faye.

Did you speak to that girl you like?

A smile ghosted over his lips as he tapped out a reply.

Not yet.

Daaaaaad, came the reply. Marshall rolled his eyes, chuckling. What he’d give to have only the concerns of a teenage girl.

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chilly-me-softly · 5 years ago

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Coparents (Part 3) • Ben Chilwell

Part 1 and Part 2 here if you haven’t read them yet! Hope you like it x ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One week. Seven days to get caught.

She would have liked to have been more careful, but it was not for her son's sake or for all the bullshit she continues to fill her brain. The reality was that yes, she also wants to understand if she and Ben are made for a real relationship before she even let her son in. But that came later. First she wants to enjoy the boy without having to share him with anyone, she wants to be able to kiss him or take his hand away from prying eyes.

And they thought they had been as careful as possible with everyone, careful not to exchange too many looks at dinner with friends, careful in saying or doing things too compromising in front of Ryan. Rotate the people with whom they left the boy because the excuses wouldn’t hold up. Behave normally, you know.

But it was difficult to do so when their child seemed to be in the middle of the ‘I want my parents together' phase and he thought he was acting like Cupid for the two of them. Not that they were bothered when he tried to keep Ben stay the night or when he interweaved their hands together when they all fell asleep randomly on the couch watching a movie or when he pretended to have a nightmare -always when Ben stayed at home- and forced them to sleep together in her bed. In fact, they should have thanked him for the moments he was inevitably making them go through together and to tell the truth, they felt a bit guilty because they saw the sadness in his eyes when one of them go home or when he doesn’t succeed in something he had put on his head.

But that day had been different, and then things had fallen apart from there. Ben had come home with some doughnuts and they had breakfast all together as a family, then they had taken him to school on foot. And Ryan had printed a huge smile on his face on the way, happy for once to be able to walk through the school gate hand in hand with his mom and dad. Together. And he almost didn't want to take their hands off when they arrived, almost fearing they might disappear at any moment. And when they picked him up that afternoon, Ryan literally threw himself on his father’s arms seeing them together again.

In his little head everything was already settled, the pair only need one last little push before finally becoming a permanent family and throw away one of the two houses. And they’re on the field at the end of a game, Ryan runs to James who takes him in his arms without batting an eyelid when “Uncle James can I come to sleep at yours tonight so mom and dad can make a baby?" says the little one as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving the boy somewhat stunned.

The two parents turn with their eyes wide open, caught by surprise as well as the others around them. “Honey…” had tried the girl by extending her hand to caress him, but the boy removes from her touch and hides his face in James' neck. He knew that look, she used it when she had to tell him he couldn't eat fries at dinner for the third night in a row and put meat and salad in front of him.

Never in his life Ben had seen that look in (Y/N)’s eyes, the one they exchange quickly watching the scene that is full of ‘my son hates me, I'm a bad mother'. She doesn't know how she manages not to burst into tears there at that moment. So Ben tries, stroking his back but the baby twists again. And then with a nod James takes them all into the locker room and they follow him without saying a word, Ben's hand squeezes hers as if to instil courage into each other.

“Hey, little man" James tries to get him to come off by whispering in his ear, but Ryan holds those slender arms around his neck so tightly he gives it up. And Ben looks at him shaking his head slightly, kneeling down in front of his son who gives him his back, telling him that it’s okay. They could face it with him there too, if only they would have avoided repeating it a second time.

"Ryan" (Y/N) calls him, perhaps a little too sternly because the child unconsciously clings to James even more. And that small gesture adds to the weight she feels in her chest. She sighs, sitting next to James, "Can I know why you said that to Uncle J?"

The only thing they receive in response is an incomprehensible mumble due to his pressed face against James' shoulder, but it's understandable he's crying. For a moment even her eyes fill with tears but she bites her lip so hard she resists. Taken by an act of courage, Ben stretches out to snatch Ryan from his friend's arms but the child begins to kick and Ben loses his balance, finding himself on the ground. The baby in his arms crying inconsolably.

They just can't figure out what might have brought them to that moment. They are sure they haven’t kissed when he was around or behaved differently from the usual, but somehow in their plan there was a leak and now they were back to the wall. They had to reveal the truth, and then they'd think about the consequences.

“I just wanted a kiss" hiccups the baby in his father's arms when he realizes he won't get his uncle's comfortable chest back. The faces of those present are softened and a spark seems to illuminate her face. Make a baby. A kiss. Of course! She remembers the conversation about his friend's brother, as not ready to address the issue yet they hadn’t commented. And now there they are, dealing with a hysterical child who somehow understood that something had changed.

"Oh love" she sighs more softly this time, but she still doesn't dare to approach for fear of another refusal, "why did you want it so bad?"

"You brought me to school together" he sniffles leaning on his father's chest and Ben passes a thumb over his cheeks to wipe away some tears, which had fortunately stopped falling.

"Can you keep a secret?" Ben whispers, looking at her who nods. Time to drop the bomb. The child looks up at him, his blue eyes looking at him curious. "Mom and I ... we have already kissed"

Silence. The child looks at them without saying a word. Then he smiles widely and jumps out of his father's arms. The locker room is filled with cries of joy this time, the baby looks like a loose cannon jumping all over the room.

"Ryan" she calls him signaling to approach her and he does it with pleasure this time, going to crash into her mother's legs. "Easy" she chuckles. He's too happy, he climbs on her legs to leave a kiss on her cheek. A gesture to apologize to her, a gesture that makes her forget the bad feelings of a while ago. "I want you to be clear about something, young man. This doesn’t mean mom and dad will have a baby. Just that they are together" and this time she wants to clarify, in order to avoid other problems in a few weeks.

"Madders" Ben recalls his friend who has since been enjoying the whole scene, surprised by the news but also amused by the child. They will have a lot to do while growing up.

"Ugly bastard" he murmurs before hitting the brunette who is still on the ground, and pretending to struggle to mess up his hair while he does nothing but laugh.

***

"How's you doing?" Ben sighs, leaving a light kiss, with his eyes closed, on her temple. She leans lightly on him and sighs in turn, following with her eyes their son who is trying to take possession of the ball and James who enjoys making him jump from one side to another, “A baby takes a lot of energy" he chuckles.

"Mommy, daddy come play with us!" the boy screams as he comes running and standing between her legs, she is sitting on the bench in their garden with a glass of lemonade in her hands.

"Mommy can't little man" she cooes passing her hand through his hair and the baby puts on a lovely pout before getting picked up by Uncle James who makes him squeal. "Come join my team RyRy, we already have a ball to play with"

"No Uncle J, mom is beautiful. And my little sister is in there" the child points out her figure proudly, happy to finally have his wish fulfilled, to then be dragged farther away from the blonde.

"Our little Stella" Ben murmurs laying a hand on the seven months belly now.

"Daaaaaad" the child calls him almost complaining and then passes under his uncle's legs, taking advantage of the height difference.

"Go, we'll cheer for our men from here" and he leaves a last kiss on her lips and belly before joins the group.

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amintyworld · 5 years ago

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Inconveniences - Sanders Sides Oneshot

A/N: This is for @an-agender-disaster 's Sanders Sides Fic Contest. Please go check them out, and if you like this fic go and give it a vote! Love all of you! -Minty

Summary: Roman sacrifices everything to save a stranger.

TW: Cursing, Bullying, Fighting, Blood, Pressure, Yelling, Caps, abuse of power

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Logan and Virgil were best friends. A fact that seemed unbelievable to the students of Sanders High. One was dark, mysterious, paranoid to flinch at a single touch. The other? A classical nerd who memorized more facts than a search engine.

The two outcasts were known throughout their grade for their so to say 'weirdness'. Virgil, though desperately trying to fit in, was a natural outcast. He was extremely awkward, especially in social interaction, a fact that the more popular students quickly took notice of. Logan was what Virgil called 'naturally smart'. The 16 year old could recite 150 digits of pi and the entire table of elements without breaking a sweat. It was no doubt the two would eventually found a friendship, a strong one at that.

They didn't have many friends, but...they had each other. And really, when bullying becomes a daily issue, a friend is all you need.

"So Specs," Virgil asked as they were walking through the hall toward their next class, "what was the probability again?"

Logan pushed his glasses that started to slide down his nose as he processed the question, remembering almost instantly. He smiled for the first time that week, facing his friend as he answered. "Of us meeting?" Virgil nodded. "That's nearly impossible odds, Virgil."

"Impossible odds…" Virgil breathed, listening to his friend rant about probability, and percentages. He sat down, sighing, closing his eyes briefly, just to relax. Virgil wouldn't admit it, but he loved just to sit and listen to his best friend explain any topic, there was some kind of comfort to it that Virgil couldn't explain.

For a small amount of time that day, Virgil wasn't nervous, or anxious. All the possibilities of what could go wrong stopped running through his mind.

"Impossible...odds…"

He was just a regular high school student.

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"GO ROMAN, GO, GO, GO, ROMAN!" Patton cheered from the sidelines. He was early for his cheer practice afterschool, so he figured he could fit in extra practice. He and Roman had been best friends since middle school, when Roman was the new kid, he'd recently moved from New York. Since then, they'd been practically inseparable.

Coach blew his whistle, and Roman ran back to the benches nearby, chugging water and running his hands through his sweaty hair. Coach gave him a stern look. "Take a break, Prince." Roman just nodded, catching his breath. Coach turned quickly, "Demenga! Sub for Prince! Come on, you pansies, on the field, NOW!"

Roman grabbed a second water bottle and sat down on the bleachers next to Patton. "Hey, you alright, Ro?" Patton asked. "You look… horrible."

"Well, despite what my father believes, I'm not made for football." Roman sighed. Patton gave him a sympathetic smile.

"You could always quit, I'm sure your father would-"

"You know what he'd say." Roman said. "Either UCLA, or nothing."

"I know," Patton said defeatedly. "I just hate to see you so... miserable."

"Well," Roman smiled. "Not completely miserable. I get to see you practice, at least. Who knew you had such a talent with pom-poms?"

Patton smiled. "I wouldn't have known if it weren't for you joining the team, Ro."

"Please Patton," Roman joked, smiling at his cheery friend. "You'd be a cheerleader anyway, it was only about making it official."

"You know me too well, Roman. How's Remus doing, by the way?"

"Absolutely loving his biochemistry classes," Roman said, wrinkling his nose at the thought. "...maybe a little TOO much." He shivered, wishing he could erase all the grotesque things Remus had sent him via text since the start of the year.

"But Roman, it's so cool! Look at it twitch!" Remus insisted when he shared a video of a rat dissection that nearly made Roman hurl.

He'd never admit it, but he wished he was the younger twin. Free to pursue anything he pleased, instead of having your entire life planned out for you from the first moment of your existence. God, how he craved to reprise his spark for Theater, one that his father tried so badly to put out completely, though Roman never truly lost the passion.

As he put it, it was in his blood.

Patton's parents, or parent, rather, were completely different from Roman's. Almost as full of sunshine as Patton himself, Mr. Foster was quite a role model for the young boy. 'Superdad' handled two jobs and three kids without breaking a sweat, and he was more than happy to let Roman into their close-knit family.

He showed Roman all of his kids' baby photos, smiling and cooing over how tiny baby Patton was, making Patton flush with embarrassment: "Daaaaaad!"

Patton, you could say, was the second parent of the family, cooking meals, helping with homework, keeping an eye on his younger siblings while maintaining a 3.5 GPA.

"I'm gonna go wash up, Dad will be here soon anyway, and he hates when I'm not exactly on time, you know." Roman said, grabbing his duffel and heading to the showers. "Be back in a few, Pat!"

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"OH MY GOD, STOP IT!" Virgil screamed, trying to restrain the stronger teen as he easily slammed his best friend's face into the concrete wall. Richard turned, throwing Logan to the floor, his face busted and bleeding, his glasses snapped in half on the ground.

"What exactly are you going to do to stop me, Scaredy Cat?" Richard said, a smirk spreading across his lips.

"I...I'm...I'm gonna...I…"

Within seconds, his body was slammed on the concrete wall. He let out a scream of pain, Richard clamping his hand over Virgil's mouth quickly, nearly gagging him, Virgil struggling to breathe. "You're gonna do WHAT?" Richard said. "You are WEAK. You are POWERLESS. You...you're NOTHING, nothing but a wimpy dimpy Scaredy Cat." With that, he dropped Virgil onto the dirt, but he knew he wasn't going to get up.

He'd done his damage just right.

Tears fell from Virgil's eyes as the words cut him like a knife. He was right. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even save his best friend. His hands gripped the dirt as tears fell, soaking the ground underneath him.

How absolutely PATHETIC was he?!

Richard laughed at the pain visible on their faces. "You two are nothing but a bunch of losers. Do you know what we do, with losers?" He couldn't help laughing as he asked. His father the mayor, Richard was power-hungry from the start. He ruled this school, this town, and no one, absolutely NO ONE, was going to say otherwise.

As King, he had a duty to himself, and to everyone, to put these… these pigs, right in their place.

Virgil's heart nearly dropped. He knew what was coming next. Worse, he knew he couldn't fight back. He looked at Logan, who fell unconscious, bleeding. No one was around. No one ever was around when he did this.

"We… we kill losers."

Richard grabbed Virgil by the neck, Virgil no match for his size, lifting him off the ground, against the wall. He grinned, squeezing his neck. "Fat pig…" He breathed, sending chills down Virgil's spine. Virgil clenched his eyes tight, fearing he would cry if he opened them. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He didn't deserve to get what he wanted. He felt his hot breath on his face, his mouth getting closer.

The world began to spin, almost getting darker. He started to choke in his grasp, gasping for air, for any breath. He didn't say a word, didn't fight back. He knew he'd just wind up back here, with his world dizzing, just like Richard wanted.

"Richard, what are you DOING?!"

Richard quickly dropped him, Virgil's world slowly coming back to focus, breathing heavily to get air back into his lungs.

"Ah, my old friend! I thought you had practice." Richard said, maybe a little too cheery.

"It's nearly over…" Roman trailed off, looking at the two students on the floor, then back to Richard. "What are you… you… you hurt them…"

Richard set a hardened glare on Roman. "It would be in your best interests, Roman, to not get in the way of the King." He smirked. "I'm sure your father would love to know all about your movie stash."

Roman's eyes widened. "How did you know about-!?"

His movies, hidden underneath his bed - the only thing left of the old days. Days when there wasn't a legacy, there wasn't football. When his father didn't care what he did, and… he was, well, happy. Happy to just have Roman.

Before, well… Roman went to high school.

"I have my ways. Now, back off, Prince. Let your King do his work."

Roman gulped, hesitating. He knew Richard picked on them, but this was too far. He made up his mind quickly, silently saying goodbye to all his DVDs. He raised his fists, getting into a defensive position almost instantly. "I...I won't let you hurt them."

Richard sighed. "Shame you had to turn on your people, Roman. You better believe that now, you're just like them. You're a weirdo, an outcast."

"You have no right to just go around saying whatever you want-"

Richard's face turned bright red with anger. "I OWN YOU."

Silence fell. Roman slowly walked over. Richard looked to him, something indescribable in his eyes. "You don't own me. At least, not anymore."

Roman stepped back as the sting of sliced flesh zipped through his body. He looked down, and there, clear as day, was a thin, bloodred line that ripped his football practice shirt straight across the middle. He knew what was going to happen when he got home, but at this point - Roman didn't care. His instincts from New York kicked in as he tackled Richard to the ground, holding the hand clutching the knife firmly behind his back. "Drop it." He growled, and the small pocket knife fell to the ground with a small clink.

Roman kicked it a good ten feet away before dragging Richard up from the ground, leaning close to his ear, making sure the next words out of his mouth stuck. "Don't you DARE even so much as think about hurting another person, or I won't be so nice next time." He growled angrily. He let the boy go, pushing him away, and Richard looked back for a moment, mostly in shock, before seemingly shoving his hands in his pockets and trudging toward the road.

Roman sighed, the adrenaline wearing off, realizing what he'd done. His father will kill him, disown him, if he isn't expelled from school first and kicked from the team.

But you know what? Roman thought, rushing back to find Patton (who was a certified first aid), Eff it.

#my writing #fic contest #sander sides #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides angst #sanders sides fic #sanders sides au #sanders sides high school au

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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years ago

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Dancer AU - Dance instructor Paul falls head over heels for the new single dad, Ace, bringing his daughter into practice? His boss/best friend, Heather, notices and tries to set them both up. 💜💙

(Okay... I love this??? I love everything about this??? Enjoy what I come up with!)

Listen, Paul was just trying to live his life. He’d had one too many bad dates with both girls and guys... okay, more like more than a hundred bad dates. And he was sick of it. Either they ended badly or they just turned into one night stands. The few times he’d actually had a bit of a relationship, the other person ended things after maybe three dates.

So he’d simply resolved to not worry about it anymore. Instead of focusing on why he didn’t have a relationship yet, he would instead focus on his job, his friends, and just living his own life. He loved his job at the dance studio anyway. Plus his best friend worked at the dance studio as well—Heather understood what he wanted to do. She, at least, didn’t press him about it.

So yeah, Paul was cruising. He was doing fine.

Until the day he met Ace Frehley.

It had begun as a completely normal afternoon. He was warming up, waiting for his ballet class to arrive. He was a bit excited for this class; a new student was coming today. He wasn’t sure why she had transferred to this one in the middle of the year, but at least she wasn’t going to have to catch up on any choreography for recitals.

He had his foot up on the bar when he heard a voice from the doorway. “’Scuse me?”

He turned his head. Standing in the doorway was a grown man, about his age, with long dark hair and a thin face. He wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, which immediately caught Paul’s attention. But mostly Paul was focused on how cute he was. Because he was, like, really cute. Standing beside the man was a younger pre-teen girl, who looked a bit like him, dressed in a leotard and tights holding a bag.

“Sorry,” the man apologized. “We interruptin’?”

Oh yeah, he still had his leg up on the bar. “Oh, no, you weren’t.” He took his leg down and shook himself out. “Can I help you?”

“Are you Mr. Stanley?”

“That’s me,” Paul went over to them, smiling. “Are you Monique Frehley?”

The girl smiled and nodded. “That’s me!”

“Great.” He turned to the man and offered his hand. “Paul Stanley, pleased to meet you.”

The man shook his hand. “Ace Frehley. Pleasure’s all mine. Mona here’s been real excited.”

Paul smiled at Monique. “That’s always great to hear. Welcome to my class... that you’re a half hour early for.”

Ace laughed sheepishly—oh shoot he had a cute laugh—and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. We thought it started earlier. We’ve, ah, sorta been all over the place lately...”

“That’s fine,” Paul reassured. He went over to his bags and took out his attendance clipboard. “You’re on the list, so I take it you’ve done all the paperwork and everything?”

“Yeah, we did. There anything else we need to do?”

“Nope.” Unless it was to press Paul up against the wall and—wait shit no! Keep it together, Stanley.

“Well, great,” Ace turned to Monique and hugged her. “Alright, bye, sweetie. Have fun and I’ll see you when I pick you up. Love you.”

“Bye, Dad. Love you too.”

Before he left, Ace shot Paul a grin. Oh shit. Keep it together, Stanley! “You’re gonna love her as a student. She’s the best I’ve ever seen!”

“Daaaaaad!”

Jeez... The rest of this year was going to be difficult...

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The class went fine and without incident. Monique fit in perfectly with the rest, and didn’t need any catching up. Paul was happy it went so well, though he did notice a couple of the more arrogant girls in the class sending glares her way. He would have to nip that in the bud before they did anything.

When class ended and most of the dancers had left, Paul went out to refill his water bottle... and almost ran right into Ace Frehley. “Whoa!” he exclaimed. Then he started laughing. “Sorry ‘bout that that, lemme just...”

He moved to the side, right as Paul moved, and for a couple seconds they were locked in the odd “move to the same side” dance. Paul felt his face heating up. God this was embarrassing...

Luckily, Ace didn’t seem to mind. He was still laughing in fact. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. “Here,” he took a step back.

Paul laughed sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Mr. Frehley…”

“Oh, Ace, please. Everyone calls me that. Well, except Monique, but she’s my daughter. That’d be weird. Speaking of, how was she?”

Paul smiled. “She was great. She had no problem catching up, and she’s fitting in really well with all the other dancers. I think she’ll do great here.”

Ace grinned happily, and Paul swore his heart rate sped up. “That’s great! She was really excited to start dancin’ again.”

Paul could tell there was more to that, but he didn’t dare press. Besides, he saw Heather filling her water bottle at the water fountain. And she was staring in their direction. Great... “Well, I was going to refill my water bottle, so... I’ll see you both next week?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. It was nice meetin’ ya, Mr. Stanley.”

Before Paul could think of saying “Just call me Paul,” Ace had gone to the door of the dance room, stuck his head inside, and loudly proclaimed, “MONA MY DEAR!”

Paul went over to the water fountain, where Heather was still waiting. She had a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. He knew that smirk. “Shut up,”

“I didn’t even say anything!” Heather protested. But she was still smiling.

“You saw that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I saw it, alright... He’s cute.”

“He’s unavailable,” Paul hissed back.

“But you don’t deny that he’s cute.”

“Of course I don’t deny it, have you seen him? But that’s beside the point!”

He was momentarily distracted by Ace passing by with Monique, who said, “Bye, Mr. Stanley!”

He turned to smile and wave. “Bye, Monique!” Then he turned back to Heather. “The point is, he has a daughter—who’s my student, by the way—and he’s probably married! I’m not a home wrecker!”

“Certainly didn’t stop you from going all gaga,” Heather quipped.

“I wasn’t—oh shut up!” He couldn’t deny that. Because he had been a little gaga.

Heather laughed, then sobered up. “Okay. So if you’re so scared of being a home wrecker, then don’t make a move. At least not until you know more.”

Paul sighed. “I guess I can do that...” He smiled at her gratefully. “Thanks. But please don’t try to set me up with him if he does turn out to be available.”

“I promise nothing,” Heather replied, smiling back at him. “But you’re welcome. If it helps, though, I don’t think he was wearing a ring. But that could mean a lot of things.” She glanced up at the clock. “I gotta go. My next class is starting in five minutes. See you later tonight, okay?”

“Okay.” Paul refilled his water bottle and went back to his dance room, greeting the dancers in his next class that had already arrived.

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe all this would be was a simple crush on a cute guy. He’d had plenty of those. He was hoping it would be. He had too much to worry about without thinking about Ace Frehley… no matter how cute he was.

#lol sorry these are so long #but I love these!#please keep sending in more!#but yeah anyway #paul is a ballet instructor #and he's a bi disaster who's trying his best #ace is a supportive dad #also he's divorced but paul doesn't know that #*ponyhead voice* DRAMA!#Monique's just happy to be there #and of course heather #she's a swing dance teacher #wasn't able to work that in but that's what she is #hope you enjoyed!#my writing #au prompts #dancer au #ashestoashesvvi

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the-rwby-headcanons · 5 years ago

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I love Dadpin way too much so I decided, since I’m trash, I’d ask for some Dadpin angst. If not then you can do wholesome Dadpin. (everyone likes wholesome amirite?)

I love me some good ol' Dadpin fluff but I'll add a tiny bit of angst since you requested it! Seems like people really like my Dadpin headcanons. Let me know if you want more of these!

~ Mod Atari 💕

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Dadpin is dad to most. Except team CRDL. They just don't learn so sometimes he has to give some tough love to those rascals.

Ozpin doesn't have favorites, but if you asked he'd say Glynda since she's been around him the longest

If he's annoyed at her he'd say Oobleck just because when she gets agrivated its entertaining

Team RWBY stops by the office at least once a month because he likes to make sure the team is okay. They do have a younger leader. And its totally not about checking up on his favorite children no sir.

If you ever want extra lessons from him, all you have to do is leave an offering of a new coffee mug and the best grinds you can find. The better they are the longer he'll help

Ruby figured out that if you add creamers and sugar he adds an hour. No one figured it out since they assume he likes it black

He's actually really fond of cream and sugar. Bitterness throws him off

He put Cardin in the corner once cause he was "Pouting like a brat". He ended up sulking there for half an hour

Ozpin is actually stronger than most think physically. He sometimes absentmindedly picks up the couch when he cleans. With people on it.

He's somewhat of a mother hen. He tries to keep the girls of the school away from the boys and breaks up any romantic scenes

"Remember stay away from boys, they're hormonal vultures." "Aren't you technically a boy too?" "Irrelevant."

As much as he's protective of the girls he's quite the same with the boys. He may rough house with them sometimes but he tends to teach them the things their fathers should when they're at Beacon. Shaving, tie tying, the works.

He and Glynda are the parents of the school and everyone knows it. Every other staff member is like an aunt or uncle

They actually get called Mom and Dad jokingly by the student body

Whenever someone gets in trouble Ruby and Yang yell

"OOOOOO YOU'RE GONNA BE IN TROUBLEEEEEE! MOOOOM! DAAAAAAD!"

It almost always sends kids into a frenzy like "please no quiet ruby pLEASE!-"

No one is immune.

The staff tends to dote on Ruby and Velvet since they're more soft spoken and kind.

When kids graduate, they tend to come by for tea to speak with Ozpin for advice or to just catch up. They do miss Dadpin after all

HERE IS THE ANGST LINE Y'ALL HAVE BEEN WARNED

Once Ozpin got connected to Oscar he felt like a failure

How was he supposed to protect them now that he didn't have a body of his own?

All he could do was scream in the head of some poor child he was made to possess because of some ancient magic. He never believed in his spirit taking over someone so young. Why couldn't it have been an adult!?

Its not to insult Oscar but he doesn't feel okay giving this kid his burden.

When he saw the kids through Oscars eyes he wanted to bawl. They were safe. Alive and safe.

He secretly wouldn't be able to handle if something happened to Ruby. She resembled one of his first ever children and it would've tore out his heart

When the teams gave him the cold shoulder he knew he deserved it. He dragged them into this mess of a war when they were supposed to be enjoying their childhoods.

When he found out Phyrra died the guilt tore into his chest. Well his imaginary one. She didn't deserve this fate.

He regretted ever telling her about the fall maiden. It was Ironwoods idea and no matter how much he protested he knew she'd be the best one to be the new maiden.

But now she was gone and it was his fault. Both the old maiden and Phyrra's death was on his shoulders

He tried to give the kids comfort when he was in control of the vessel (Oscar's body) but it was awkward and not the same. It made him so frustrated

Sometimes he wishes he was never cursed.

#rwby headcanon #rwby blog #rwby #professor ozpin #glynda goodwitch #oobleck #bartholomew oobleck #team rwby headcanons #teamjnrp #team crdl #team jnpr #teamrwby #oscar #qrow mention #rwby qrow #qrow #qrow branwen #uncle qrow #dadpin

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mrneighbourlove · 5 years ago

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Burnt Heart: Ch 8. What Comes Around...

Zannah deeply harmed Zizi. Her actions against her and her husband cut her deep into the Lorliedian. Revenge was ironed in Zizi’s mind, and she spent nights imagining ways to make Zannah suffer in her own personal way. However, as fate would have it, sometimes Karma lent a hand out into the universe.

One sunny morning, it was peaceful at Hyrule Castle. Suddenly, casting a shadow over the Queen, the long serpent body of the great Dragon Fel’lath appeared before her. “Queen Zarazu. I come before you in time of a sudden crisis upon the Empire.”

Covarog and Zarazu were outside in the courtyard playing a quiet game of checkers. Ba'puu and Umbra'lee were there, semi-circled around the couple. Over the years, Covarog had gotten used to the dragon constantly being around. There were a few changes, of course, when Ba'puu and Umbra'lee became a mated pair. Hatchlings arrived, grew, then moved out of the nest. There was hardly ever any peace outside the castle because of it. Not to mention, all of the hatchlings had a horrible habit of stealing chess or checker pieces for fun. Yet now, there was finally some silence and all was right within the world... So the king thought.

Ba'puu raised his gargantuan head to acknowledge Fel'lath. As time passed, Ba'puu was growing larger and larger, just like his sire before him. Now, Ba'puu was ever bigger than the palace itself, yet still insisted upon seeing his human 'mother'. Trilling, the water dragon looked at Fel'lath from snout to tail. "What happened to you?" Ba'puu asked. "You look like shit."

"Ba'puu..." Zarazu's voice held a chiding tone. "Fel'lath... what happened?"

Fel’lath had indeed looked better. His claws had dirt crusted on him, and his beard was covered in crusty earth. “Nature has not been kind. Over an hour ago, a massive earthquake struck the secondary island of El Tahu. Many are dead, but more concerning to the Emperor, is that her children are trapped alive almost half a kilometre under ground after the earth swallowed their tower whole. She requests a powerful earth dragon or Zemalji to assist her. Assistance from Danjur would be too late.”

Zarazu was trying to brush some of the dirt away from Fel'lath's snout when he relayed the news.

"An earthquake... oh, spirits, usually a tsunami follows right behind." Zarazu was no stranger to this type of disaster. She had experienced it with the Zoras. Luckily, there was minimal damage and only a few injuries due to the Zorans living underwater, but there were many homes that were affected. "My sister is the Earth Sage... but... I..." She exchanged a glance with her husband. "I'll mention it to her. For now, I can send a few earth dragons and Zemljas, but even they cannot dig so deep without necessary risk. Too much pressure. Please ensure that Zannah understands this."

“Ah. So Zizi is the only one who can safely master the Earth?”

"... that deep into the ground? Yes." Zarazu explained to Fel'lath, using an analogy. "I may be able to control water at my beck and call, but even I cannot swim so deeply into the abyss without the pressure crushing me. You have the gift of flight, but can only fly so high until you can no longer breathe. Do you understand what I'm saying, Fel'lath?"

“Then I will waste no time on pride. Or waste time the living have left. Always good to see you Ba’puu.”

"Please inform Zannah that I will send what help I can, but as far as my sister?" Zarazu clasped her hands together, sighing. "That may take some convincing, Fel'lath. I can only ask... I cannot force."

"I will inform Admiral Corsaire to ready some supply relief ships." Covarog told Fel'lath. "Inform Zannah for me."

“I am aware of all your concerns. Thank you, and goodbye.” With no wings, Fel’lath gracefully levitated into the air, snaking his way through the sky. When he quickly found his way to Kahli’s residence, it seemed he accidentally scared a couple of tailed young adults intertwined and kissing on the deck chair. The girl appeared to be a cross between a Dal and Waku. The boy was from Uskar if his smell was correct. The girl stood, a quickened voice breaking from her. “F-father!”

Fel’lath simply smiled, curling on the lawn. “Do not mind me. Lovers should be allowed to mind their business.” It seemed his deep, fatherly voice at least calmed some of the younger children watching afar with awe.

Stigr, no matter how long Hyrule and Uskar had been allies, was still not able to get used to dragons. It was programmed into his head that there was immediate danger. He nearly bolted out of his skin when Fel'lath landed in front of the house, plastering himself and Grievous up against the wall, tail straight up.

"Fucking son of a two faced warlock, how the FUCK does something so big sneak up so quietly?" Stigr cursed in Uskarian.

"Oh fuck an Abyssian, it's you." Urboro heard the commotion from her baby sister's interrupted smooching time. She knew the dragon. Knew who the dragon belonged to. And was sorely tempted to tell him to piss off. "What do you want?"

“Hello, Urboro. My, how you’ve grown.”

Grievous was terrified. Was this dragon after her? Did Zannah grow spiteful towards her father? All she could do was watch in paralysis and silence as the dragon’s whiskers floated up and down in the air magically.

Fel’lath once more, only radiated calm and kind energy. “I know what Zannah did to your mother Urboro. I know what she did to you. However, I would not be here if it did not concern innocent lives. The Empire needs Zizi’s magic to once again save its citizens. More specifically, I ask Zizi would save Athena and Griffith from certain death.”

Inside the house, Fel’lath picked up that Kahli and Zizi were arguing. It seemed the man was insistent Zizi stay inside and that he would handle this new development outside.

"Kahli, I told you once before, and I'll tell you again, I will open upon the earth and swallow that dragon to the bowels of fucking hell if he even so much as puts a whisker on you!!!" Zizi was having a hard time trying to get past her husband to tromp outside. He had her around the waist and was holding her back. If she really wanted to get free, she probably could, yet she did not want to hurt her husband. Ever again. "You let go of me this instant!"

Urboro heard the commotion inside and quirked an eyebrow. "I agree with Mom about you trying to harm my Dad, but my question is this," She took a sip of her lemonade. "Has Zannah finally gone senile? Of all people, she's asking my mom? Has she forgotten what she did?" She then turned to her sister, assuring her. "Not you, Grivy, you're a sweetie, unlike this fuck here." Urboro then snorted. "Stigr, calm your tail, Fel'lath doesn't eat horny monkeys."

"Does he eat non-horny monkeys?"

"Same difference."

“I’m a vegetarian little children. What’s more, this is for the sake of innocents I come, not Zannah’s ego. She would prefer someone else. I see no reason to deny.”

Kahli stomped out, pulling both Grievous and Stigr by the tails to get in the house. “Zizi, look after Grievous and her monkey boy.” The Waku stood his ground against Fel’lath. “Great Fel’lath. I have nothing but respect for you, but I must have respect for myself. I do not wish the Empire to come here.”

“True. I am not Empire. But I come on the Empire’s behalf. No, I come on the Hasai’s behalf. Lives are in peril Kahli.”

"My name is Stigr---" The door was promptly shut in the Uskarian's face. He had an inkling that Kahli did not like him as a suitable choice for Grivy. Either that, or it was one of those alpha-male ego things. He couldn't quite place it. "... I still don't think your father likes me."

Meanwhile, Zizi was cursing in five different languages and demanding that she be let outside, despite Urboro trying to calm down her mother.

"Mom, seriously, Dad's got this shit."

"If that dragon hurts him, I'm going to be making a purse out of his skin!!!!"

“I’ve come here today to speak to your wife.”

“What?” Kahli immediately took a battle stance, fire shimmering between his fingers. “No. You don’t get to take her from me.”

“Your fire no longer has a chance of hurting me. Besides. I never said I would. I will simply stay here until she hears my plea.”

The biggest mockery to Kahli’s ego was watching Fel’lath yawn, and start to sleep on his lawn.

"DAAAAAAD!" Urboro shouted from inside the house. "Mom is---"

Zizi busted through the front door, almost knocking it off the hinges with a face of rage. At her feet, on the left side, Urboro was holding onto an ankle, and on the right side, Grivy was holding the other ankle. Despite Zizi's age, she still managed to drag her legs forward. She had raised fifteen kids, all of whom had clutched at her legs at some point. Stigr stayed out of the mess, at least wanting Zizi on his side if Kahli was not.

"YOU!!!" She growled at Fel'lath.

"... she got loose."

Fel’lath opened one eye to her, still relaxing on the ground. “By Vatra. Such fire.”

Grievous was terrified to see her step mother be so primal. Kahli turned, forcing a gulp from rising. “Zizi. Get back in the house.”

"The hell I will, this is that stinking pet of Zannah's and I want it off my land immediately!!!" Zizi tugged on her right leg, glaring down at Grivy. "Sweetie... let. Go."

"Don't let go." Urboro told her sister.

"Urboro, Grivy, you listen here, I'm the mother, you will respect me, I said let go!"

"Mom, please calm down, Fel'lath isn't here to hurt Dad---"

"I don't give an Abyssian's ass why he's here, I want him gone!"

“I never knew that Dragons were the pets of others. Did you?” Fel’lath looked in the direction of Zizi’s companion dragons. “You have the fury of Vatra in your heart right now Zizi, instead of the calm serenity of Zemalji. Trust me, I’ve met them both. And that is the key phrasing. Trust me. I am not here to bring you pain of any kind.”

"You're a pet, they're companions, you blindly follow Zannah's every whim, they don't follow mine! I have every right to be furious!" Zizi snapped at Fel'lath. "Trust you? Trust you?! Let me tell you where trust got me with Zannah, Fel'lath! Nothing but humiliation, grief, and a fight that nearly tore my family apart! Why should I believe one fucking word you say?!"

“Because I came to you against Zannah’s word. Her children are about to die. More Hasai are going to die. It seems karma struck against Zannah, if you believe such things. Not to long ago an earthquake hit the island home of her children’s residence. I’m sure if you concentrate, you can feel them trapped terribly far, deep within the earth. I came to you to save Hasai lives. Not improve the quality of the Empire.” His whiskers brushed up and down the earth. Zizi could feel by the rumble of his belly against the earth that not only was Fel’lath conveying the truth, but he was sad.

"..." Zizi quieted for a moment. There was dirt covering the dragon and he was always particular about his appearance. She stepped onto the ground and listened for time. A disturbance in the earth settled around one of the Empire's islands. Innocents were hurt. Homes were destroyed. And there... she stopped. There was a wave coming, a tsunami. It followed natural disasters like this. "I feel it." She told the dragon, curling her hands into fists. "... I swore I'd never go back to the Empire. I didn't want anything else to do with Zannah. But you are right... her people are innocent. They had no part her actions." Zizi sighed, furrowing her brow. By the spirits, she did not want to do this. Was this a test? Was this what Zemlja meant when he told her think carefully upon her actions? Maybe not an act of revenge but... an act of grace?

“Then you will accompany me to the island?”

“No. Zizi, let them suffer in isolation.” Kahli grasped her shoulders, Grievous and Urboro still holding on. “I won’t let you be taken from me. I won’t let the Empire hurt you.”

"... what if... some of your other children are there?" Zizi spoke very softly.

That got both Kahli and Grievous to let go of Zizi. Kahli frowned, his golden eyes staring down at her. “... You aren’t going without me.”

"Someone needs to stay to watch the little ones." Zizi looked at Urboro and Grivy. "Can you look after your little brothers and sisters?"

“Of course.” Grievous gave Zizi a squeeze of her hands. “You’ll be careful, won’t you? I don’t want to lose someone so amazing after barely getting to know them.”

"I'll be all right, we'll both be all right." Zizi assured Grievous with a smile. "We'll look after each other. We always have." She then leaned forward and whispered into Grivy's ear. "Don't let Urboro near my stove."

“She’s a terrible cook. Got ya.” Grievous got the meaning.

"I heard that!"

"We'll be back as soon as we can." Zizi promised the girls and then took a slow breath. "Ari'phompha and my other dragons of the plantations will join us. I think they too can sense something is amiss."

“Climb on my main and we’ll be off.”

Kahli was the first to climb aboard, reaching a hand out to his wife. He felt grateful that she took it. With her by his side, Kahli held her around the hip as Fel’lath took off into the air. “Zizi... I’m sorry for being a terrible husband to you.”

"We're past this now, Kahli," Zizi held around her husband's waist as Fel'lath took off into the air. "You were cornered. There was nothing you could have done. I reacted badly. We both hurt each other. The important thing is that we moved past this and we'll be stronger because of it. I'm not going anywhere."

“I should never have hurt you.”

"The same goes for me." Zizi admitted to Kahli. "I shouldn't have hurt you either. We both have done things we regret. But dwelling on them will only bring more grief. Let's focus on what we have."

On the island, the Emperor was in panic. Her clothing was dirty, her hands bloody from clawing at crumbled brick to reach her children in vain. She was ordering medics to aid the wounded, and franticly pushing workers to clear the debris.

“Move faster! If more die it will be on your heads!”

Standing at the beach house, she saw Fel’lath and a group of Earth Dragons fly in.

“You’re back! Good. We mustn’t waste any more time.”

The Emperor would suddenly falter when she saw Zizi and Kahli step off the dragon’s main. “What? You two? What are you doing here?”

"... I won't kill her." Zizi had promised her husband before landing on the ground. "I won't attack. I won't do anything to start a war between her and my sister. I'll be okay. I swear."

Though as soon as the pair were on the ground, Zizi was highly tempted to beat the snot out of Zannah. Yet, she had to focus on the bigger picture. There were innocents here that needed her help. The earth was still unstable and another aftershock could occur at any given moment.

“Fel’lath. Why did you bring her here?”

“Zannah. She can save your children.”

The Emperor paused, planting her feet into the sand beneath her. “Zizi... you aren’t going to just let more innocents die, are you? It’s not in your nature. Of course you’ll help, won’t you?”

"I won't let innocents die. Though, I will say the same thing to you that you told my husband all those years ago when he asked for mercy." For all her rage, Zizi kept an eerily calm face. No even a slight twitch of a cheek muscle. She uttered one single word. "Beg."

It was if a bullet had traveled through heart with that single word. It took a moment to register if it was even real to the Emperor. “What?”

"Perhaps you've gotten hard of hearing with age, so I'll gladly repeat myself." Zizi once again said. "Beg."

Zannah looked out to the ocean stealing the water, then back to Zizi. “Are you trying to blackmail me? My children are going to die if you don’t hurry on your end.”

"For that, you can apologize too. Not only to me, but to my husband." Zizi held up her hands, stabilizing several structures on the surface. She had the citizens' attention now. Good. She wanted an audience. "Like I said. I won't let innocents die. Though my skills may or may not reach your children. I wonder..." She paused choosing her words carefully, not mentioning death, neither denying or confirming Zannah's statement. "What kind of pain would it cause you? Like that black hand of yours? Or perhaps worse? Can the self-proclaimed 'god' of the Hasai not even save her own children? If you're a deity, then go ahead. Save your children. Let's see that accumulation of power help you now."

“Stop this. You think you can speak that way to me? Do you feel I cucked your husband? I have the power to save everyone here except my children. I’m a master of fire, not earth. I bring war against the very forces of nature, but I can’t heal or rescue my children. Zizi, please, you’re the only one who can save my children. You have the power here to do that, not me. You have their lives in your hands. If that tsunami even comes close it could shift the earth further. Please, you have to save them. They’re the only blood I have left!”

"... I did not hear begging neither did I hear an apology." Zizi then glanced at the horizon, not even batting an eye. "And that wave is getting closer."

Zannah’s sanity dwindled, and for once, this wasn’t a situation she could blast apart. Zannah dropped to her knees, looking up at her only hope. “Zizi. I’m sorry I hurt you and your husband’s feelings in my act against you. I’m sorry I sacrificed our friendship for the sake of my people. I’m on my knees here. I can’t lose my children! I can’t lose more family!”

Kahli shrugged, looking at the growing wave. “Least you already bury them. We should go Zizi.”

“No! You can’t! You have to save my children! Now! I can’t do it!”

"... I want you to remember this moment. I want you to recall how utterly helpless you feel." Zizi squatted down to look Zannah in the eye. She still betrayed no emotion on her visage. There was just a sparkle, a flicker of... absolute loathing in her eyes. "I want you to recall feeling of despair. That's how I felt then. I thought I had lost my husband. I knew I had lost who I considered a friend. All because of this lust for power, for control." She upturned one palm. "I warned you once long ago that your blasphemy, calling yourself a god, would come back to haunt you. I think this is a fair warning from the deities, don't you agree?" She then upturned the other. "Remember how one Zemlja who you thought was insignificant and who you dared to hurt still came to your rescue... for a second time. You owe me two debts, Zannah. One for rejuvenating your island all those years ago. One for saving your children now. I will collect on those debts. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... but soon. And then, you will be the one who will not be able to defy me." The Earth Sage stated bitterly. "You're a horrible friend, you're a leader who uses her people as pawns, and you're not a deity, you're far from it. You're nothing but a power-hungry brat. Just like your brother before you. You'll never be the kind of leader you want to be."

With her peace said, Zizi brought her palms together, closing her eyes and concentrating. The children were deep in the earth. What kept them trapped? Mining equipment? No. A secret passageway? No. Was it... simply the earth crushing them? Perhaps. No time to explore with her magic. Roots started to swirl up and cover both Athena and Griffith to protect them during their journey to the surface. The wall of water, on the other hand, was threatening to tower over the island.

Being deemed Earth Sage had its perks. She worked hard for that title.

Slamming one hand on the ground, the earth rumbled, shaking and cracking open. There was a giant chasm lining the beach to consume some of the water. However, that would not be enough to stop it. Glowing green from head to toe with magical energy, Zizi summoned forth an interlocking wall of dirt, roots, vines, and foliage. It sprouted forth from the land, higher than any of the buildings, the height of the wall of water... and held true when the immense wave smacked into it.

Kahli crossed his heart, watching Zizi channel the power of her spirits magic through her. She truly was Zemlja incarnate.

Zannah said nothing in return, her pride in tatters, no words or witty comeback to give. However, when she saw the state of her children as they raised up from the earth, her panic came back to her. She pushed past Zizi to get to them. “My babies!”

Athena and Griffith were not unscathed from the quake swallowing them. Her son’s legs had been crushed, everything below his kneecaps turned into a red paste. Her daughter’s face was... dear god, it was unrecognizable, but she was alive upon feeling her pulse. Neither was conscious as the Emperor started to heavily cry. She carefully held her daughters head close to her chest, Zannah’s eyes expanded wildly in a sense of madness. The last time she held someone like this was her deceased twin. “Oh god. Oh my sweet little angels.”

Kahli turned to see what had Zannah so riled, his attention on Zizi’s magic stopping the wave. “Zizi, are you feeling all—! Oh gods…”

Zizi was gritting her teeth. And sweating. The weight of the water was more than she expected. It felt like she was trying to hold the whole ocean back. The wave was not draining into the split in the earth as quickly as she thought it would. She was shaking, her feet sliding as if she was being pushed back by an invisible force.

"I... I can't..." She managed to speak, almost sounding guttural with the magic influencing her body. A small whimper escaped between her lips, her fingers starting to bend out of place from the unseen weight. "I-It's... so h-heavy..."

Zannah turned to the wave crashing outside. It seemed that she would need to step up to protect her nation after all. Placing both her children down, she raised both her hands in the air. The clouds in the sky turned black, suddenly swirling around and blocking out the sun, except one beam that shined on the Emperor. Her eyes glowed with the intensity of rubies. The ground beneath her feet sizzled. With her voice speaking to the sky, she released a quiet chant for the gods to hear. “Hell from below. Heaven from above. I call upon all my power. War, war, war, war. This horseman will leave its wake. Nothing will be spared from the roar of this chosen god’s final stake.”

From above in the sky, kilometres of lightning shot down into the tsunami. From deep in the sea, the water boiled as a wall of tremendous fire burst above, flames burning off the top of the magic barrier. Zizi’s wall of earth allowed Zannah to successfully decimate the crashing water, evaporating the wave down to a safe level. Kahli was terrified by the power that radiated outside, and he couldn’t even see most of it, just feel it. Nature was at war with each other in all its elements. With her magic sizzled, Zannah crashed to the beach, exhausted. “You might be the master of the earth, perhaps a goddess... but I am the God of Fire that walks this plane.”

Exhausted, her attention returned turned to her children, too tired to cry. Her rational mind was weakening after unleashing such power on the ocean’s attack. “My sweet, sweet twins...”

Zizi felt some of the weight be removed and nearly stumbled with her steps, yet still stood pushing back. The earth was swirling violently under the water. The ground was shaking once more, rumbling with aftershocks.

"That's... not the wave I'm worried about! The first wave... isn't the worst!" She panted, reaching out to touch Zannah on the shoulder. Her magic allowed the empress to see the impeding doom. "See what I see!"

How long would she be tested? The Emperor truly hoped that it wouldn’t have to come to sacrificing her humanity, but she would take that step if need be. “Then I’ll burn the entire ocean to cinders.” Zannah meant it. She would do it if she needed to. Her rage and fury built, ready to break the limits of her body, mind and soul.

Kahli was visibly worried, looking to his wife. She was a Sage. She was supposed to know what to do. “I don’t doubt you two could do something like that, but is there any other options?”

"You can't burn away the entire ocean, you egomaniac!" Zizi snapped at Zannah, the pressure getting to her. Focus, focus, she had to focus. Her sister was not here to redirect the water... wait. That was it! It could work. Whistling loudly, she obtained the attention of the other earth dragons and Zemljas that had arrived to help. "Help me form a split!!!"

"Split?" Ari'phompha was the first to approach. "You think that will work?"

"It's got to, I can't hold up the entire ocean." Zizi told the old dragon. "The second wave is always the worst. More power, and more speed."

"Like a needle into a thread."

"Exactly." She instructed. "Go tell the others. We only get one shot at this." Holding out her awkward fingers to husband, she left no room for argument. "Wrap them back into place with my belt."

“You can do this Zizi.”

Zannah charged her magical energy to its current maximum limit, a sinister energy cackling from her. All it would take is one snap of energy, like cutting a ribbon with scissors, for her to break her limits if she had the desire. “If you fail, I won’t. Take your shot Slatki.”

Zizi ignored Zannah and was praying under her breath.

"Mighty Zemlja, creator of the roots which run deep, the vines which spiral freely, the trees which grow strong, the flowers in ever beautiful bloom, I pray to you, give me the strength to protect the innocents here, I ask of you to give me your hand, your unrelenting command over the earth..."

Upward the split started to form from the oceanic plate. It was simply a wall of earth from mixed rock, melding together. With the help of her other follow Zemljas, and the earth dragons, the wall was rising... steadily... steadily. Grunting, Zizi held it together with brute force. This had to work, there was no other option. Yet when it seemed the wall would not be tall enough, just before the wave struck, it shot upwards, exponentially.

There stood no longer Zizi. But Zemlja himself.

Zannah felt a small sense of relief fill her. She wouldn’t have to become like her brother to save her people. There was a sense of serenity as the wall simply... stopped the wave. There was a crash outside, but then there was a peaceful calm.

Fel’lath eyed Zemlja carefully. Been a very long time since he seen the spirit. Least in this realm.

Zemlja was a quiet spirit. Impossibly large, the size of an oak tree, with leaves for hair and bark for skin. Even his feet resembled tree trunks. Usually, he had nothing too much to say except words of wisdom. However, this time... he looked sad at the destruction. The land was in tatters. Homes were demolished. Crops were uprooted. Yet, all this could be salvaged, but lives were still lost.

"Magic incarnate..." Zemlja spoke to Kahli and to Zannah, his voice very deep. "This was our gift to the Lorleidians. My follower has used her talents well. Despite her apparent hatred of you," His pupil-less eyes glanced in Zannah's direction. "She hates to witness suffering. To her husband, her mate," The spirit of the earth blinked slowly, looking over Kahli. "You care for her, as she does for you. Long together, will be your years. Yet, I carry word of warning for the future," He foretold, "Balance and Chaos will meet, as will Maker and Destroyer... you will have to choose which side you wish to be on. However, grudges and strife will have no place in this final battle. Green empress," He forewarned, "If you declare yourself a deity, you will have a target upon you, your loved ones, and your homes. Loose this quest for power and be content with what you have lest risk losing everything. Young Waku of fire," He added, "You left behind a life of battle, yet when the day comes, you have two paths, yet which will you take? Will you fight once again or stay behind to watch over what is yours? Beware the Black Dragon and old faces..."

Then he vanished from Zizi's body.

Zannah looked on, flabbergasted. What the hell was it even talking about? Fuck it. Fuck all of them. Her energy sizzled out her finger tips, needing to find a drain out into the world from how much gathered in her. Once down sizzling, she dragged herself to reach her children. “You can leave now Zizi.”

Being a host for Zemlja, even for a short amount of time, felt like Zizi was walking on clouds. To Zemlja it was a few minutes, to her, it felt like an eternity. She sat above the world, watching the stars pass by... and listened. She listened to what fate had left to unfold for them. Once her body was returned to her, Zizi actually felt... rejuvenated. Perhaps it was a gift from her earth spirit as thanks.

"... I will ensure the structures are stable before leaving." Zizi looked to her husband, brushing some dirt off of him. "Let's go make sure there is no one underneath rubble. Then I will leave you to whatever whims you have left, Zannah."

“Citizens! Stop gawking at the sorceress and help your fellow neighbour! The Prince and Princess need immediate medical attention! NOW!!!”

Her fury snapped the people back into action.

"Maybe you should beg for a Dusa next." Zizi muttered under her breath, walking along the rumbled pathways to sense if there were any others who needed help. She gently lifted pieces of houses, trying to undo any dangerous and unsteady pieces. So far, there were only a few people who needed help. Moving a few beams or trees was nothing.

Zannah furiously struck Zizi across the face with the back of her hand. Her children were becoming her breaking point. “Fuck you bitch!”

Kahli saw a full-on lioness fight would take place if he didn’t step in. “We’ll leave Zannah. We’ll leave. I’m certain the Queen of Danjur isn’t too far behind, and the Earth Dragons can assist, but we’ll go.”

Zizi didn't move when she was struck. Matter of fact, she had promised Kahli she would not fight. And she would hold true to that promise. Though, she didn't promise against one of her age one tricks. Zarazu and Zolori always warned others not to get Zizi mad.

"You messed with my family, Zannah." The Zemlja then actually... laughed. "But look at you now. Zemlja was right. Claim to be a deity when you're nothing but a brat and there will be a target on your back. And now your people can view you as you are. You're not their savior anymore..." Her green eyes flickered upward at the Empress. "I am."

A few of the Hasai looked their way, seeing the Emperor shouting at the Zemlja who had helped them. Murmurs started across the survivors of the disaster. This wasn't right...

“I’ll burn your entire country to ground if they die. I wouldn’t hesitate to wag war just to see your little family burn to ash. You probably organized this disaster didn’t you.”

One of Zannah’s royal guards saw knew his Emperor was being... careless, to put it lightly. “My Emperor. If I may, I think this catastrophe has weighed heavily on all of us. The royal princess and prince aren’t in stable condition yet. We should go accompany them to a hospital.”

Zannah looked down at Zizi, her golden eyes filled with madness and fury. It was honestly a coin flip if she’d attack with greater force. She didn’t turn away from Zizi when she answered her guard. “Yes. We should all be so grateful to have as much time as we can with our children.”

Finally, the Emperor turned, her heart plummeting when she laid eyes once more on her twins.

The Hasai people were shaken by today’s events. Zizi was indeed correct about being a saviour. But they also saw Zannah’s power. And truth be told, it scared them dearly. No one would dare speak such a thing now, but with the condition of the royal twins as they were currently, perhaps a regime change would be possible.

Kahli, finally, turned to his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder and examining her cheek. “You going to be alright?”

"Huh. Didn't know that stupidity was added to the mixture. You might claim to be able to win against me, or my husband, but I do have a good memory." Zizi did nothing but smile. "If you attack us... oh my, that's right." She pretended to be surprised. "If you attack my kingdom... you loose Annuciata. Your fuck buddy. Your mate. For good. She will not wage war against us. Seems like you're not only a brat, but stupid and forgetful too." She knew her not snapping and lashing out at the empress was weighing on Zannah's last nerve. She would not be the one to give in this time. When Zannah turned her attention to her children, Zizi flinched when Kahli touched her cheek. It was a little tender, but she would be all right. "Oh, I'll be fine, Kahli." Zizi assured him. "It's just a bruise, nothing more. Come... you are right, we shall leave. Let's go home and leave these ruins to Zannah."

“We can take one of the Earth Dragons back.” Once out of ear shot, Kahli ran a hand down his face. “That was very, very risky of you. She’s not mentally all together.”

"I know she's not," Zizi climbed on top of Ari'phompha and then offered Kahli her hand. "I wanted to see her break."

“If she didn’t lead an army that was fanatically driven to her, I might agree with you.”

"It's of no matter now, Kahli. I got what I wanted... and the people are safe."

Kahli nodded, giving his wife a close hug. With this, they could truly put the Empire behind them now. “Let’s go home Zizi.”

Zannah stayed by her children’s side, lamenting her failure. Why? Why did this happen to her? The strong were supposed to lead others into prosperity. The strong didn’t need to beg.

It took almost twelve hours, but suddenly, there were Sky Gliders filling the sky across the Empire. All of the floating ships were dropping supplies. Food, fresh water, medicine, and blankets... all of it was dispersed. From the largest of the Sky Gliders, Annuciata looked for Zannah. She could see that Hyrule and other nations had sent assistance, but she desperately wanted to see if the Emperor herself was alright.

Zannah, even as her people were being helped, stayed by her children. It took a direct message from T0-D to let Annuciata know the Emperor could be found at a hospital center.

Annuciata, for the first time in her life, actually looked disheveled. Her hair was frizzy, and she was wearing pants and a blouse and boots. She fit all the taboos for a Danjuran, royal woman to commit for a diplomatic visit. Then again, this was not the usual of visits so she supposed this slight curtness could be overlooked. When the robot appeared on her ship, Annuciata almost hit him with her fan she was so startled. Though, she did thank him for the message and had her ship land.

Climbing down the ladders from the ship, Annuciata started to call out for the Empress.

"Zannah?! Where are you?!"

“I’m here.”

Griffith’s legs had to be sawed off from the kneecaps to get rid of the damaged handicap. Athena had white, bloodied bandages wrapped completely around her face. Both the twins were put into forced comas at the moment. Zannah had scribbled maps of island for updates, but it looked she hadn’t moved much in her time since being beside them, if at all from her chair.

"I came as fast as the Sky Gliders would fly!" Annuciata hurried up to Zannah, huffing for air. "And... oh dear goddesses..." Her eyes fell upon Athena and Griffith and it was only she could do not to retch. Breath in. Breath out. "What... what happened?"

“A category 6 level earthquake hit the island. The earth itself swallowed their shared tower home. As they become swallowed 500 meters downwards, Griffith’s legs became crushed by the crust of the earth. Athena had sharp gravel scalp her entire face. They’re on deaths door Annuciata.” Zannah’s voice was cold, tired, and defeated.

"I... I can begin a search for healers... the best healers!" Annuciata had known the twins since they were smaller. She wouldn't let them suffer like this. There had to be a solution! "Where's Tod? I can get him to send a message to Queen Zarazu. She knows some of the best healers! There's one in Uskar, where Kanisa lives, she delivered Kanisa's baby, oh what was her name? Neera? Nana? No... Naira! That's it! We could get her and I could get a few surgeons from Danjur and maybe Labrynna would send us some of their top-notch healing potions..." The queen was rambling.

“It’s not fixable, even by regular magicians of the healing arts. I asked Hylian mages that came to assist my people. They said the damage took too much away. They can’t create the necessary matter to grow my son’s legs back. Or give my daughter her smile once more. A god appeared to save my people due to Zizi’s interference. But they did nothing to save my children.” Silent, angry tears were coming down her face as she kept her focus on her children. “They called me a brat. They made me feel I deserve this as my personal punishment. But who deserves this kind of hell? WHO!?!” Zannah screamed as she threw the maps of the table in an act of frustration. Raising her arm, she brought it down, snapping the wooden table in half.

Annuciata jumped at Zannah's outburst. Listening to her words, she did not know what to say to comfort Zannah. This was a situation where she had no experience. She lost her mother to illness. Her father died of a heart attack. But thinking the heavens above were against her? Looking at Athena and Griffith, the Queen of Danjur was at a loss for words, but something had to do.

Gently, Annuciata put her arms around Zannah's shoulders.

"I... don't know what to say to make you feel better. I don't have much experience with the supernatural." The queen spoke very quietly as to not agitate Zannah further. "I was always told that the deities are a mystery to us. There are things we do to please them, and things we do that displease them. I don't know what you believe, but... this could be a test. This could be a joke. This could simply be a natural disaster. Take your pick, but if it comes to it..." She took a slow breath. "I can always make Griffith a pair of legs, and... and I'm sure Eleonora would know something about growing artificial skin for Athena."

Zannah sobbed as the Queen spoke to her and held her. Annuciata was the only one she’d let her emotions down around. Taking deep breaths, she tried to breath more. “Zizi said I was nothing but your ‘fuck buddy’. That I’m nothing. Is that true?”

"... wait, Zizi was here?" Annuciata sounded shocked. "She actually came here?" The brief thought of why crossed her mind. What would Zizi be able to gain by coming here? ... unless it was karma really being a bitch. "I'm... I am quite surprised that she did come, love. Especially with... your history." She tried to put it lightly. "And as far as her comment, I'm sure she was just goading you. I'm here, aren't I?"

“She humiliated me and castrated my people’s belief in me is what she did.” Finally, Zannah turned to look at Annuciata. Her eyes were pink and puffy from all the crying she did. “What are we? I’ve never been your girlfriend; we’ve never been able to wed... is she right? Is that my title? A brat who’s found herself becoming a glorified concubine?”

"Love, I hate to be the logical person, though I'm sure she felt humiliated when she found out what you did to her husband." The Queen of Danjur was trying her best to remain... somewhat neutral. "Yet it doesn't excuse her behavior if she did influence your people somehow. Besides, if you were a glorified concubine, then wouldn't we be having sex all the time instead of running our countries?" Annuciata placed her forehead against Zannah's, stroking her hair to calm her. She tried to keep a bit of humor in the situation. Maybe it would help ease Zannah's worries. "I can't say that title sounds too bad if it means I get to retire. More time with you." She chuckled lightly, "And yes, you can be a brat when you don't get your way. But I still love you."

“I... this ruins everything. I thought I could step down as Emperor soon and give the throne to...” The Emperor couldn’t even finish that sentence. “They’ll never be in the condition for it.”

Zannah rested her head against Annuciata’s warm bussom. “I almost lost control today. I was so close to becoming a monster. I threatened to invade Hyrule just to kill Zizi if my children died. I was so angry...”

"You have a right to be angry. It's okay to be angry. It's not okay to lash out at someone who had nothing to do with this. She's the Earth Sage, not a killer of innocents." Annuciata held Zannah tightly, sighing. "At least... at least Zizi came. She may have done so for whatever reason, but at least she came to help. Imagine how much worse it would have been if she didn't. I love you but I can't stop an earthquake with my machines." The Queen of Danjur then told Zannah, "Let's... let's just focus right now on the twins. I'll start sketching some prototypes for Griffith and get a message to Eleonora. It won't hurt to try, will it?"

“No, it won’t ... can you stay for a while and hold me? I’m scared.”

"... it's okay to be scared too. Everyone gets scared." Annuciata kissed Zannah's forehead. "I'm not a goddess or spirit or deity of any kind, but I'll do my best by you and the twins because I love you. Regardless of whether we're wed or not, people who love each other do their best by them. I'm not going anywhere."

“I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Zannah was worried that by scorching Zizi, she was the one left with a burnt heart.

"I love you too, Zannah. Our situation is unique, for sure, but we're stronger for it." The Queen of Danjur then took a look at her lover with a quirked eyebrow "... maybe next time you'll listen when I tell you that a bad idea is a bad idea?" Annuciata jested lightly, "And don't worry too much. We'll figure out a solution for our babies."

Our. That meant the world to Zannah coming from Annuciata. “Will they be alright here without us?”

"Love, they're simply sleeping. Let Tod watch over them while you get some rest." Annuciata assured Zannah. "I'll make sure everything runs properly. You'll trust your people in my hands for a few hours, won't you?"

It was almost midnight by this point. The Emperor nodded, taking Annuciata’s hand. “It should have been me... I’m so tired.”

"How about we move you and the twins to my Sky Glider? It's no palace, but has a bed for each of you." Annuciata suggested. "I could have my soldiers move a bed into the twin’s room. That way, you'd feel better keeping an eye on them when you wake."

If they woke. Zannah slowly kissed Annuciata gently, her lips tender and light. “Once I feel safer knowing they’ll be stable, I’m going to spoil your kind soul so much. I owe you too much my love.”

"Make love, not war, Zannah." Annuciata obtained the attention of a few guards. "Please escort the empress and her children to my personal Sky Glider. Make sure they have what is needed and then return to help distribute supplies."

"Yes, my queen."

“It’s Emperor- never mind. Let’s go to bed…” Zannah almost laughed. Nothing would be same for her going forward, she felt that in the air. Perhaps fate would have been better for her if she simply had left Kahli and Zizi alone.

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Previous Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/612606875698085888/burnt-heart-ch-7-burning-bridges-repairing Crossover with @ridersoftheapocalypse Shared world with @s-kinnaly

#True Final Chapter to this arc.#We thought it could use a little more oomph.#And by oomph give Zizi some payback.#Crossover #Zizi #Kahli #Zannah #Annuciata #Hasai #Lorleidians #Body horror injury

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Love Guidance - Chapter Five

Word Count: 2,448

Notes: Okay I lied this is the longest chapter I’ve written so far. Also, the official Love Guidance masterpost will be posted tomorrow at midnight because I can. I hope y’all enjoy, if y’all got any questions, feel free to ask.

September 1st, 2017

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Damian opened his eyes at the sound of his phone, stretching a bit before reaching for it. He grabbed it off the coffee table and looked to see who was calling his at 11:45 pm.

"Give me a good god damn reason as to why you're calling me when I am asleep," Damian said when he answered the phone, moving Thomas' head off his lap before standing up from the couch.

"Dammy, gurl, how do you talk to a cute guy?" Remy asked, completely ignoring what Damian said. Damian raised an eyebrow at Remy's question, walking into the kitchen and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Uh, why?"

"Because there's a cute guy here and I've been awkward flirting with him the whole time and I want his number!"

"Have you tried asking him for his number?"

Remy went quiet for a moment, leaving Damian to wait for a response while standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Um, no, I didn't ask him," Remy answered, his voice lowering in embarrassment. Damian chuckled a bit, getting an annoyed groan from Remy.

"It's not funny, Dammy, just help me!" Remy begged.

"Okay, okay. First off, remain calm when you're asking for his number. Second off, if he says no, move on," Damian suggested, making Remy chuckled this time.

"Gurl, he's been flirting with me as well. I'm pretty sure he won't say no," Remy said. Damian rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his apple. "If you say so but don't come crying to me if he does," Damian responded.

"Deal. Also, while I'm on the phone, what's Thomas doing at the moment?" Remy questioned.

"Thomas' sleeping on the couch. He's been sleeping since like 10," Damian answered, taking another bite of his apple. A quiet 'mhm' came from Remy's end, "Okay, well, I'm gonna let you go. I got a job to do."

"Alrighty, see you when you get home," Damian replied. The two said quick good-byes before Remy hung up, walking back to the bar counter. Emile was sitting at the counter, waiting for Remy to return.

"Sorry about taking so long, my friend and I got a bit caught up in our conversation," Remy said, stepping behind the counter.

"It's okay, no need to be sorry. Besides, the conversation was probably important," Emile replied.

"Not really. All I did was ask him for some advice on something and asked about Thomas," Remy explained. Emile raised his eyebrow when Remy mentioned Thomas, automatically remembering that Roman had brought up earlier that Remy had his own kid. "Let me guess, Thomas is your kid?" Emile asked, resting his elbows on the countertop.

Remy nodded, serving three bottles of beer to a customer quickly. "Yeah, he's a sweet kid honestly. He's always willing to help others and defend what's right. For example, back when Thomas had finished fifth grade, one of the soccer moms made a comment about me being a single parent and being gay and Thomas just set her straight right then and there," Remy explained, smiling to himself as he thought about that memory.

"Well, Thomas is a lucky kid to have a dad like you, Remy," Emile stated. Remy laughed a bit, leaning on the counter. "And I'm a lucky dad to have a kid like Thomas," Remy added. Emile smiled, laughing slightly. Remy couldn't help by laugh once again. Emile's laugh was contagious and even after knowing him for only a few hours, Remy loved it.

"So, tell me, Emile, do you have any kids?" Remy asked.

"Mhm. I got two of them; Elliott and Patton," Emile answered, taking a sip of his soda, "I adopted Elliott a few years back when they were just starting middle school. They didn't like me at first but later on, Elliott finally warmed up to me," Emile explained.

"How old are your two?" Remy questioned, cleaning down a part of the counter.

"Elliott is 17 and Patton is 15. How old is Thomas?" Emile asked back.

"He's 14," Remy answered as he tossed the cleaning rag in a bin of water behind him.

"Wow, that means he's just starting high school then, right?" Emile questioned. Remy nodded again, letting out a 'mhm'.

The two kept talking, discussing small topics like their kids, their favorite memories with their kids, what their hobbies are, things like that. They kept talking up until Emile, Logan, Roman, Larry, and Dot had to leave.

But before they all left, Emile turned towards Remy and asked him a question, "Hey Remy, before I leave, can I possibly get your number? So we can get to know each other better, you know?"

Remy nodded, grabbing his notepad and his pen then scribbled his number down(but he still made it readable). Remy then ripped it off the pad and gave it to Emile, smiling a bit. "Here you go, cutie. I can't wait to hear from you," Remy said.

"And I can't wait to talk to you," Emile replied, smiling.

Remy said 'bye' to Emile, waving to him as he left. "Let me guess, that's the one who claimed your heart," Nate suggested as he walked up next to Remy.

"Yup and he asked me for my number," Remy responded, walking away from the edge of the counter. Nate followed him, still talking, "So, I assume that you gave it to him."

"Of course I did. I'd be a uomo pazzo if I didn't," Remy explained, grabbing the stranded coasters scattered across the counter before tossing them in a bin. Nate nodded in agreement, serving a couple beers. "Sooo, what's his name?" Nate asked, acting like one of those nosey dads finding out his daughter's boyfriend's name.

"His name's Emile. I don't know his last name though," Remy answered as he rang up a small group of customers at the cash register. A small curious hum came from Nate as Remy finished up at the cash register.

Remy felt his phone buzz in his back pocket and grabbed it, looking at the screen. It was Emile, he had actually texted Remy.

Unknown: Hey :)

You: Hey yourself, cutie ;)

"Oooh, is that Emile?" Nate asked, looking over Remy's shoulder. He nodded, pushing Nate away a bit. Remy then quickly saved Emile's number into his phone, tempting to add an emoji next to his name.

Emile: Just wanted to make sure this was the right number because you know how some people are

You: I know, I get it. That's completely understandable

Emile: At least you're not like some people :)

You: Yeah :)

"Yo, Remy, the boss is giving you that 'get back to work' glare again," Nate said, motioning towards their boss across the bar. Remy glanced over at their boss for a few seconds, turning away quickly.

"K, let me tell Emile that I gotta go," Remy responded, making a gesture with his phone. Nate nodded before going back to serve customers on the other end of the counter.

You: Hey, I gotta get back to work but I'll text you later, promise

Emile: Okay, have fun with the rest of your shift

You: I'll try to lol

After that, Remy stuffed his phone in its original spot in his back pocket then went back to serving the customers at the counter their drinks.

September 2nd, 2017

Remy put the car into park before sighing, resting his head on the steering wheel. He was so damn tired despite working only four hours that night and he actually was considering sleeping in the car instead of dragging himself inside to his nice comfy and warm bed.

Yeah, Remy's not sleeping in the car.

He took the keys out of the ignition, gathered his things, and got out of the car, locking it behind him. Remy walked up to the front door and unlocked it, pushing his way. Before shutting the door, he noticed Thomas and Damian asleep on the couch. Remy smiled a bit, closing the door quietly.

He put the keys on the table by the front door and took his shoes off, placing them on the mat by the table. He went over to the couch and kissed Thomas' forehead, mumbling a "see you when you wake up" under his breath before walking away.

As Remy made his way to his bedroom, he took his jacket and shirt off while he walked. He tossed them in the laundry basket by his door then took his jeans off, replacing them with a pair of basketball shorts. Remy plugged his phone in by his bed before flopping down on in, sighing a bit.

His thoughts immediately went to Emile. God dammit, Remy could not get the man out of his mind. Who gave that man any right to be as cute as he was with his curly and wavy hair, his golden brown eyes, and his cute laugh?

Remy sighed again, burying his face in his pillow. "Oh my god Remy, you are so gay," Remy mumbled to himself. He covered himself up with the blankets on his bed, relaxing a bit. Remy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and releasing it, allowing sleep to wash over him slowly.

***

"Dad, it's 10 in the morning, wake up!"

Remy groaned as he opened his eyes, seeing Thomas standing in front of him. "Yeah and that means I'm sleeping in till noon," Remy said, turning away from Thomas.

"Daaaaaad," Thomas whined, laying on top of Remy, "Come on. Uncle Damian already left for work and I'm booored."

"And I'm tired from working, kid," Remy replied, attempting(but not really trying) to push Thomas off of him. Thomas had a tight grip on Remy, almost causing them both to fall off the bed. The teen laughed, still holding onto his dad.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up. Now get out so I can get dressed," Remy finally commented, making Thomas let go of him and cheered a little then left Remy alone in his room. Remy stayed laying down in bed for a few moments before sitting up, stretching a bit. He grabbed his phone off it's charger, scrolling through the notifications quickly.

Remy then set his phone back down and stood up, going to his dresser. He quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, taking off his shorts and putting the jeans and shirt on. Remy looked in the mirror, fixing his hair a bit then walked back to his bed and grabbed his phone, shoving it in his pocket.

Remy made his way into the kitchen, where Thomas was eating a bowl of cereal.

"So, kid, what's the plan for today?" Remy asked as he started up the coffee machine.

"I wanna go visit Uncle Damian at work later,"

"That means we would either have to walk or ride our bikes,"

"Walking works,"

"Perfect. I didn't want to dig out the bikes anyways,"

Thomas laughed a bit, making Remy chuckle as he poured the newly brewed coffee into his mug. "Hey, lemme get a bite of your cereal," Remy suggested, standing in front of Thomas. The teen scooped some cereal up with his spoon then offered it to his dad. Remy ate the cereal and washed it down with his coffee.

"Thanks Thomas,"

"You're welcome, Dad,"

Remy smiled as he chugged the rest of his coffee, placing the empty mug in the sink. Thomas finished the rest of his cereal then drank the milk from the bowl before handing the bowl and spoon to his dad. Remy took them and placed them in the sink. "I'm gonna wash these up quick and while I'm doing that you go brush your teeth. Deal?" Remy suggested, looking at Thomas.

"Deal," Thomas replied, going off to the bathroom. Remy chuckled as he started to wash the three dishes in the sink.

When he finished, Remy dried his hands on a towel and walked to the bathroom, humming softly. He walked in the bathroom just as Thomas got done brushing his teeth.

"Go meet me in the living room, bud. I'll be in there in a bit," Remy said. Thomas nodded and walked out of the bathroom before Remy walked in.

Remy started humming again as he began his usual morning routine. Remy started with washing his face, using a normal washcloth and warm water(he might have had used an elastic headband to hold up his hair). Once he finished washing his face, Remy brushed his teeth, his humming getting choppy as he did so. After Remy finished brushing his teeth, he took the headband off before grabbing his hair brush and his hair gel, working on his hair.

When Remy finished doing his hair, he grabbed his sunglasses from the shelf in the mirror and put them on, flashing himself a smile in the mirror. "Lookin' good today, Remus. Lookin' good," Remy told himself before making his way out of the bathroom and towards the living room.

"Ready to go, Thomas?" Remy asked when he walked in the living room. Thomas looked up from his phone at the sound of his dad's voice. "Yeah," Thomas answered, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Great! Let me get my shoes on then we can leave,"

"Can I wait outside?"

"If you want, it's not gonna take that long,"

"Knowing you, I'll be waiting for at least 10 minutes,"

"Oh whatever! You sound like Damian when you say that,"

Thomas laughed, opening the front door and walked out, closing it behind him. Remy watched him and chuckled a bit, a smile on his face.

Man, Remy love that kid. Thomas was his pride and joy. If Remy had the time, he would make a list of things he was glad to have and at the top of that list would be Thomas' name.

He sighed softly, grabbing the shoes he had worn to work the night before and put them on, tying the laces on both shoes quickly. Remy then grabbed his signature leather coat and put that on before picking up his messenger bag and placed that on his shoulder.

Remy opened the front door and walked out, closing and locking it behind him.

"You got everything?" Remy asked, looking at Thomas, who was sitting on the empty driveway. Thomas nodded once again, standing up from his spot on the driveway.

"Awesome. Let's get a moving so we can beat the early lunch traffic," Remy suggested.

"Agree," Thomas said, walking over to his dad.

The two then started their adventure, as Remy called it, to the pet shop down town, already planning on how to bother Damian at work.

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