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yabakuboi · 9 days

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There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

#steddie #stobin #steve is the barney to robin's ted mosbey #what a horrifying sentence but the sentiment is there #oh no a himym steddie + buckingham au when???#ANYWAYS just imagine the store is totally empty and steve saw this chick at dyke night when robin dragged him along one time #so he felt super confident in the safety of being a lil more open #this was silly i actually wanted to write it about eddie being in love with steve's evil nasty face when he brutally roasts robin/everyone #instead it was this thank you for your time #my steddies

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grogusmum · 4 months

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Halloo, Hazel! 💚 OK, Din and Grogu have one Earth week to visit here (ignoring the how or why). Please and thank you:

First meal you share together? Either home cooked or favorite restaurant; and

One souvenir for each of them to take home, as a reminder of you.

Hey Maggie May! Thank you for playing with me! 💚 I'm sorry this is getting to you Sunday morning, I was getting sleepy and wanted to give this the attention it deserves!

So this is not connected to AGalaxy Far Far Away, but a new take on Din and Grogu on Earth...

This was written on my phone, in my drafts, and barely edited... sorry 😬

Din put Grogu down to let him stretch his legs after a very long journey in the N-1.

"I've gotta get a new Razor Crest," Din sighs, shaking his head slowly . Grogu has much to say on the matter and does so.

"We need to stay here for a few rotations, week tops, then we can finish our journey. Then will give this thing back to Peli."

Din looks around, he needs to feed the kids that's task number one, as if Grogu knows exactly what he's thinking starts complaining and looking for something to eat in the tall grass they find themselves in.

Suddenly, they hear someone laughing and calling to someone else. Din looks, and there is a human with, well, a four-legged animal with fur, reminding him of a fuzzy massif. It catches a disc in its mouth that seems to have been thrown by the human.

Soon, they are out of the tall grass dotted with flowers, and in more manicured grass, there is a large square cloth on the ground and a basket on top of it. A picnic, Grogu recognizes it right away and hustles over.

"Grogu," Din calls, "kid no!"

Before he knows it Grogu has the basket open and is digging into the sandwiches and fruit he finds.

You throw the Frisbee one more time and then head over to have your lunch. You were planning on meeting a friend with their furbaby, but they canceled last minute, so its a picnic for you and Molly, your pitty mix today.

Molly bounds over seeing strangers in her basket.

"Molly!" You shout in surprise. Then, putting on your best alpha dog voice, "Leave It!"

Molly stops only 10 feet from the picnic basket thief, a small green, something, in a little tan coat. Then Molly growls at the armored person.

"Sit-stay." You say, treat in hand, knowing your good girl will follow your directions. When she does, you praise her and give her a bit of chicken.

Din's hand lowers from his blaster.

"I am very sorry, Grogu, is only a child. We've been on a long journey, and he is very hungry. I will happily reimburse you for the food."

You have no idea who or what's going on, but you're incredibly intrigued.

"No problem, I have extra anyway."

Molly watches Grogu hustle up, reaching for her. She gives the little green fella a sniff and Grogu giggles and coos delighted. Molly gives him a big wet kiss that bowls him over. Grogu laughs and scrabbles up.

Instant best friends.

You smile at the whole exchange, comfortable with Molly's behavior with little ones, and since this very usual one is behaving just like a toddler, you knew she would be fine.

"Soooo, Comic Con?"

"Um, I don't... we are here for a week, then heading off world." Din points to the n-1 behind him.

You blanch, hoping it isn't too noticeable.

"Well, okay... wanna sandwich?"

Din hesitates, then takes off his helmet, "Thank you."

Did the sun just come from behind a cloud? This guy is gorgeous, you think... keep cool. Keep cool. You pull out drinks and two more sandwiches not decimated by Grogu. As you eat, you watch Molly, who is now giving Grogu a ride.

"So, um where are you staying?"

"We haven't secured lodging yet," Din says, biting into a sandwich, and then looking at it pleased.

You put a bowl of cut fruit down between you.

"This," Din swallows," is very good, thank you. I insist on giving you some credits."

"Credits?"

He pulls some large discs out of a pouch in his belt. You are not sure what to do. Are they really from "off world"?

"Um, those won't spend here."

Din looks down at the Calamari Flan, then takes out some imperal credits and shows them to you.

"No," you say apologetically.

"Well, huh..."

"Listen, I have a small finished, sort of, basement apartment, I've been renting it to comic con folks for years, and it's available. You can stay there, it's clean and safe."

"You are too kind," Din stammers.

You have no idea what they are, how they got here, but you feel you should help them.

"Not a problem!"

So the week goes along. You have work, but after you take them to see the sights of your little corner of Earth. Molly and Grogu can't hardly be separated, and you've fallen for the little green bean, too. You teach him to throw the frisbee, and somehow, despite having such little arms, his throws sent the frisbee straight and far, and Molly loves it! And Din, well, he’s... oof. You are soon thinking about him after you say goodnight and wonder if his lips are as soft as they look.

On the second to last day, you take a chance and kiss him goodnight.

Which in turn had leaves Din a little dumbstruck, he thinks about your lips pressed against his until he falls asleep and then he dreams about them.

Today is their last day, on Earth or whatever...

Though somewhere during the week, you'd started to think that they were truly aliens from another galaxy, and it just made you laugh at how wild that was.

"We will miss you," Din says, stepping into your space.

"We'll miss you," you tell him, looking into his warm brown eyes. You are never going to forget them.

Din dips his head down, bringing his mouth to yours. Your lips meet his, and become hungry. Your arms wrap around his neck, and the kiss deepens further.

When you break away, you are both out of breath and warm from the tips of your ears to the tips of your toes, your lips tingling.

When it's time to say goodbye (for now, Din insists) you give Din the necklace you've been wearing, it's a two inch long quartz crystal with a piece of abalone shell wrapped to the top of it. (Grogu finds it very interesting, but he's given the frisbee, which he's delighted by)

Din prys Grogu from Molly, who licks Grogu and whimpers. Grogu whines and reaches for you and Molly. You blow him a kiss, and hand Din a cooler of sandwiches, fruit, and drinks as Din settles his son in the cockpit.

He puts on his helmet and his gloved hand goes to your cheek.

"Goodbye," you whisper, eyes glistening. Din takes your chin and tips it up gently by one finger-

"Until our paths cross."

"Until our paths cross," you smile as a tear slips down.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! 💚

#slumber party saturday #din djarin x you #din and grogu

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orions-tears · 10 months

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Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [Final Part]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x Fem!Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry yall. My cat was horribly ill, school was really tough, and it was one thing after another. I'm back now I promise. Also my cat is okay he's healthy again. Thank you for being patient. Let me know what you wanna see :)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 linked here :)

One Week Earlier...

He sighs and looks back at you. "Your potion works, (Y/N). It cures the uncurable. Be happy."

You shake your head. "I don't understand. You've brewed it? You drank it already?"

He frowns and walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting down. He still has the limp...

"No...No you said it worked." You walk over, staring down at him. "If it worked, why does your injury still bother you."

He rubs his hand over his eyebrows, sighing. "You would have died without it..."

You shake your head, pacing in front of the fireplace. "No...no...no you were supposed to take it, Aesop. You. Not me. Why?"

He stands and holds your arms, halting you. "(Y/N), I would live the rest of my days incapacitated if it meant you were safe. You are so much more important than me."

You stare at him, tears beginning to run down you face. "No..."

He nods, smiling softly at you. "Yes...Don't feel regret for what I did. It saved you and that isn't something I can regret." He hugs your tightly, stroking your hair. You lean your face into his shoulder, sobbing, You were supposed to heal him. You failed...

He pulls away and looks down at you. "Don't think you've failed me. You may have flown to close to the sun, but I will always catch you."

You stare up at him, feeling the tears run down your face. He gently wipes them away and you sniff, rubbing your eyes. You move to stand up, not wanting him to keep seeing you in this vulnerable state and move to your knees. You wobble and land back down, a darkness framing your vision. Aesop quickly reaches out to you, kneeling over you.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong? Are you still in pain?"

Your head suddenly feels hot and you turn to look up at him, seeing the floor come toward you instead.

Present...

"The soil should envelope the root like a warm, dirty blanket," hums the voice in the distance.

You walk into the greenhouse, head still foggy from the past week. You make your way down the stairs and enter the classroom, watching your friend from atop the stairs. She looks up and grins at you, releasing the class. You walk over and she runs up to you, hugging you tightly.

"I'm so glad to see you up and about, flower," she sighs, happily.

You laugh lightly, hugging her back and nod. "I am feeling better. More or less."

Mirabel pulls away and smiles, sadly. She walks toward the stairs, waving you to follow. You obey and you both walk together toward the potions classroom.

"We've been so worried about you. Especially Aesop."

You snort out a laugh and nudge her. "Funny."

She turns to you, stopping in the hallway just before the classroom. She furrows her brows, looking up at you. "What's funny?"

You stare at her, smiling, and shake your head. This has to be a joke. After all, you were simply ill, nothing for Aesop to worry about. You continue to walk to the classroom. Mirabel hesitates, but follows anyway. You poke your head into the classroom and see Aesop sitting at his desk. You grin and turn to Mirabel, holding a finger up and sneaking in. You hide behind the stations as you make your way toward him and pull your wand out, casting a basic spell into the corner of the room. He looks up and sighs, walking toward the corner.

"Weasley, stop whatever it is you're doing," he calls. You grin and quietly move to his desk, sitting in the chair and crossing your legs. You hear him groan and he walks back to his desk, freezing in place when he sees you.

"Salut toi," you hum to him, resting your hands on your knees.

He frowns and walks over to you. The smile drops from your face and you stand from the chair, smoothing your coat. "Sorry..."

He grips your shoulders, looking you up and down. "How are you feeling? Are you alright? When I asked after you, you were always the same."

You tilt your head. "I'm okay. Why are you so worried?"

He sighs, dropping his hands to his sides. "I thought maybe the potion hadn't..." He shakes his head. "You look healthy enough again."

"Potion?"

He stares at your for a moment, confused. He turns to the sound of shuffling, seeing Mirabel walk in.

"I don't think she remembers..." she murmurs.

He turns back to you, frowning again. "The potion...the dragon's blood...you don't remember...?"

You gasp and grab onto his wrists. "You got some?! Did it work?!"

"Well...yes, (Y/N)...it worked..."

You frown at him, looking down at his leg. "You limped over here though..."

He nods. "I used it on you."

You feel yourself go numb and he guides you back into the chair. He couldn't have used it on you. He wouldn't have. He shouldn't have. Mirabel walks over and kneels down next to you, stroking your arm as Aesop recounts the story. You feel your head spinning as you slowly remember what happened. The poachers, the dragon, Aesop and Mirabel discussing the potion, Aesop holding your as your realized your failure. The blood drains from your face and you feel tears rolling down your cheeks again. If you couldn't kill one dragon how could you possibly kill a different one? Aesop stands, pulling you to your feet and wraps you in a tight hug.

"I told you before and I will tell you forevermore. You need not feel like a failure. You created something no one else could. You are the witch that can heal all wounds. You are the one who proved to me that my heart may not be completely broken."

One week later...

You doubt he'll show up but you have hope. You invited him to have tea with you at Hogsmede the other day and he'd promised you he would come. You smile as you imagine Aesop Sharp having tea, laughing, really just smiling is the wild part. You pace back and forth in front of the tree in the courtyard, worried you just look like an idiot. Suddenly you hear footsteps sneaking up behind you. You turn around and see Aesop crouching before he quickly stands.

"Ah...uh...hello, (Y/N)," he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

You giggle and tilt your head at him. Were you trying to scare me, Aesop?"

He shrugs and turns to the tea shop. "I thought I'd attempt to do what you attempted. It seems I was the only one startled on both occasions."

You smile and wrap your arm in his. He looks down and then to you, staring for a moment, as if watching you. You smile at him and he turns his attention back to the shop, attempting to hide a smile. You grab his hand with your free hand and tug him toward the shop. He sits you down at a table outside and heads inside to order, soon coming out with two cups of tea. He sets one down in front of you.

"Three sugars with cream, correct?"

You stare at him, eyes wide. "How...How did you know that?" You lean in, squinting at him. "Have you read my mind, Aesop."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't tell you if I had." He leans back, taking a sip of his tea. "I didn't, however. Professor Garlick informed me of your preferences."

"Ah, so you cheated," you reply as you both sip on your tea.

He snorts and covers his face, setting his cup down and turning away to wipe the excess tea from his face. "I did not. I simply gained information from an outside source."

You laugh as he turns back to you. "Would you allow that on a test? Sounds like cheating to me."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Should I simply ask you directly, then, for all my necessary information?"

You nod and he takes a sip of tea, once again leaning back into the chair. "Alright then...allow me to ask you some questions."

You nod again, watching him.

"What are your favourite flowers? What was your best class when you attended Hogwarts? And...what really is your job?"

You grin and look around the courtyard, thinking. "Well...my favourite flower would have to be...Twinflowers."

He taps the table three times and nods. You notice but say nothing, thinking about the next question.

"My favourite class would have to be...Potions, ironically, but I was never very good at it. I'm not sure that's surprising to anyone," you say, causing him to laugh. "My best subject, really, was Artihmancy."

He taps the table three times again and nods. "Interesting. I've never known many students to take that class. You are quite smart, though, so I am unsurprised to hear of your success."

You laugh and shrug. "I work as a hit witch."

He leans in, suddenly much more interested. "Is that so?" he replies, tapping on table three more times.

You nod and smile. I'd been wondering why you seemed so familiar. I had seen you at the ministry. We never worked together, unfortunately." You sigh, wistfully. "I always wonder what if would have been like to see you working."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't remember much about that version of myself."

"That's okay. This version of you is my favourite."

He smiles and grabs your hand, rolling his thumb over it. "Any version of you is my favourite."

You giggle and shake your head. "Cheesy, Aesop."

He laughs and pulls his chair toward you, leaning in. "Only if it pleases you."

You feel your face burn and smile. "It does."

He leans in more, pressing his lips to yours. You reach up with your free hand, caressing his face and kiss him back. Soon he leans away and smiles.

"I ask you one thing."

You nod looking up to him.

"Take care of your wax wings. Daedalus lost his son. I cannot lose you."

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ao3writers-pls-love-me · 2 years

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solangelo headcanons because talking is overrated

nico would be very into thriller and detective stuffs while will would be obsessed with stranger things and charlie's angels

the more nico spends time with will the more in sync and alike he is

*saw a cat* *both simultaneously raise hands and pull out cat treats*

will: "for real?!" nico: "for real?"

*taunting a monster* "your mama’s so hairy that when she went to see the new Star Wars movi-" "YEAH- and everyone thought Chewbacca was making a promotional appearance HA!"

"gods i wanna stuff a whole dragon in my stomach..." "..." "...and i want to eat this skrunkly little ham sandwich right here."

*nico looks at will* *will notices it and raises his eyebrows* *nico winks with both eyes* *will wiggles his fingers* *nico bites his tongue* *will makes witchy laughter* *nico sniffs his nose* "get a room." "stfu connor stoll."

small talks with nico and will feel awkward af, they prefer meaningful long conversations

silent is very important to them, to other campers it seems like they having beef but to nico and will that's true comfort

"hypothetically, what if i turned into a cat?" "then you would be the luckiest cat in the world." "oh-" "i would set this mortal realm on fire for you." "oh."

"remember when-" and they started sobbing violently

they would try to think abt how to compliment other demigods like clovis is such a attentive listener he slept through like half of my feelings or drew may seem a bit of an a-hole but she actually gave great skin care tips or lou turned an apple into a rat once and said 'that's similar to chocolate frogs in harry potter, try them out will!' and she was so funny i almost ate them fr

then they looked at percy and went nah that dude could devour a kiwi pizza and get poisoned instead

they often gave each other heart eyes

and nico would immediately get smack in the head by a camper because they were dueling

will would panic and then potato-shack nico to the infirmary right after

will claimed that nico really liked to sleep outside and thought it's romantic

minus the mosquito

they couldn't though because of harpies

but will would still help clearing out nico's cabin so that both of them could lay on the floor with much more opened space

nico felt like an idiot going along with it but lowkey appreciated having will there making dumb contented kekeke giggles because he thought nico like it

nico: you think i'm pretty?

will: w-what?

nico: do you think i'm pretty?

will: yeah..? i-i mean idk i guess you are? uh–sorry i mean yes–i mean very uh very pretty just um yeah so so–pretty like wow haha the most prettiest creature ever like woah

will: ...

will: i am so sorry

nico: no no don't be. that's really nice of you

will: ...

nico: thank you it's cute

will: ...gods are we like this right now?

nico: we're actually achieving relationship goals what can you have possibly meant?

will: well–alright i mean but are we doing it really–

nico: you're pretty too you know

will: w-woah wait

nico: you look so adorable right now i could cook you to medium rare

will: that's–

nico: you're so gorgeous i could slap your dad in the face because he created such a fine piece of work

will: o-oh

nico: you are absolutely beautiful oh my gods like i would happily snap the stolls legs just so you could be a little more self-aware of it will

will: nico i–you–goodness...

nico: ...

nico: dam you're right we are not having this at all. let's go outside and fight harpies and accidentally kiss and blame it on the adrenaline rush

will: chokes cutely

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blackhakumen · 1 month

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Mini Fanfic #1194: The Adorable Lovebirds of Darkness! (SSBU X Fire Emblem)

10:42 a.m. atthe Smash Mansion's Dining Hall...........

Marth: And that, my friends, is the story of how I, Caeda and many other brave men and women of the army risked our lives to protect and fight for the honor and safety of our homelands from the overflowing forces of darkness and evil, until the very ends of the Earth.

Chrom: (Smiles Proudly) And it's a story that continues to be told by many countless generations ever since.....(Turns his Attention Lucina and Owain) So whatcha kids think? Still holds up?

Lucina: (Happily Nodded) It does, father. Very much so.

Owain: Yes. ('Sniff') (Wipes Away a Single Tear From his Eyes) It was perfect. Beautiful. Everything straight to last, critical detail. (Smiles Brightly) Encore please!~

Lucina: (Turns to her Cousin) Owain, he told us this story five times already. Aren't you tired of it being told over and over again yet?

Owain: (Happily Shakes his Head at Lucina) Never of the sort, cousin. It's not everyday you get to hear a tale as so heartfelt and inspirational from the legendary hero and prince himself!

Marth: (Smiles Sheepishly to Owain's Praise) I-I wouldn't exactly call myself a legend in any capacity, but I thank you both for taking the time to hear me ramble on about my many misadventures.

Owain: Oh think nothing of the sort, you majesty.(Happily Bows His Head Down to Marth) And I thank you for joining us on this glorious morning. (Chuckles Lightly) Which is absolutely perfect because.....(Smiles More Sheepishly Himself) I may need to ask you all something....

Chrom: Sure. What's up?

Owain: You have crushes before, right? (Turns Away a Bit While Twiddling his Fingers Around) What was it like to fall for them from afar?

Marth: ('Sighs Dreamingly') The best feeling in the world~ I remember the days when Caeda and I first worked together. Her kind heart, fierce determination, and grateful beauty has always managed to capture both my heart and mind to tis very day~

Chrom: (Smiles Fondy About his Significant Other) The same goes for me with Olivia. She's more on the shy and adorable side, brave whenever she needs to be, and her dancing..... (Let's Out a Whistle Before Daydreaming About Olivia Inviting Him into Many of Their "Private" Dance Lessons) The way she moves to the music rhythm with such class and rhythm is always a sight to behold~ And her hips-

'Clears Throat'

Chrom immediately comes back to reality as he turns to see his daughter staring at him, raising an eyebrow in silence.

Chrom: I-I-I mean, uh- (Clears his Throat Before Putting onnan Awkward Smile) Her dancing! Is.....truly amazing over. (Chuckles Awkwardly)

Lucina: ('Sigh') Whatever you say, father. (Crosses her Arms With Proud Smile on her Face) Meanwhile, I can safely say that I have never encountered a crush of any kind.

Owain: (Covers his Mouth While Purposely Letting Out a Cough)

Lucina: (Turns Back to Owain with Suspicion in her Eyes) What was that just now?

Owain: (Casually Shrugs) Oh no, don't mind me. Just calling out blasphemy when I clearly hear it right next to me.

Lucina: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Baloney!? (Pouts at her Cousin) Owain Everfield Yliston, I am telling the honest truth here! I never have a crush on anyone!

Owain: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow at Lucina) Really? Cause I seemed to remember how pretty bashful and jumpy you easily get whenever Gerome catches your much needed attention~

Lucina: That was a long time ago, Owain! You know that!! (Turns Away While Twirling her Hair Around and Blushing at the Thought of the Masked Young Man) Besides, I'm certain he has a million other things to do right now in our world than to ever think about me.....

Owain. (Gives Lucina a Reassuring Smile) Oh don't fret, Lucina. I'm sure he misses you just as much as you miss him right now.

Lucina: ('Sigh') I suppose. But wait. (Turns Back to Owain) What makes you want to ask us this kind of question in the first place? Unless- ('Gasps') Owain! Do you have a crush on someone yourself?

Owain: W-Who? Me? ('Scoffs') Please! (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) Of course not!! There's no way that, I, Odin the Dark, would ever fall for something as trivial as LOVE before! That's crazy.

Chrom: (Gives Owain the Mild Fatherly Glare) Owain, what did your father and mother tell you about being more honest with your feelings?

Owain: ('Sighs in Defeat') Never hesitate while doing so. I remember.....

Marth: (Gives Owain a Reassuring Smile on his Face) There's really no need for you to feel shy about this, Owain. This tends to happen to the most of us at times.

Lucina: (Nodded in Agreement) That's right. (Places her Hand on Top of Owain's Hand Woth a Smile of her Own) And you know as well as I do that I will not let anyone judge and make fun of you for it. (Smirks a Bit) Less they are brave enough to answer to me, of course~

Owain: (Snickers a Bit) Right. Thank you, cousin.

Lucina: You're always welcome. Now quit stalking tell us the identity of your crush already.

Owain: Don't rush me, woman, I was gonna! ('Sigh') But if you really must know that badly, then-

?????: U-Um

The soft, but shy spoken voice was more than enough for Owain get startled and jolt himself up from his seat as he turns to see the source of the voice talking to him was none than the Princess of Hyrule, Zelda.

Owain: Oh. (Sheepishly Greets the Princess) A-Ahoy there, my fair maiden!

Zelda: (Giggles a Bit With a Shy, But Bright Smile on her Face) Good morning, Owain!~ Or was it Odin? I....still couldn't decide what to call you, they both sound great.

Owain: (Forms a Jojo Darkened Pose) will forever be known as Odin the Wicked Darkness of Solitary!- (Winces a Bit as He Felt Lucina's Shoulder Bumping his Leg Before Smiling at Zelda Again) B-But I mostly prefer that you call me Owain instead. It is my true birth name after all.

Zelda: Owain it is then..

Marth: (Whispers to Chrom) So it was Zelda this entire time.

Chrom: Not what I expected, but I welcome it.

Lucina: (Shushes Both of the Men in Frint of Her)

Owain/Zelda: (Turbs Away Bashfully) So I was wondering- (Eyes Widened) Oh! (Laughs a Bit Before Turning Back to One Another)

Zelda: Do you wanna tell me first or......

Owain: (Politely Bows to Zelda) After you, milady~

Zelda: (Giggles Some More) Aw~ You are such a gentleman for a Wicked Darkness of Solitary!~

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey-ey now! My heart may have engulfed in darkness, but I was still raised right! For the most part.

Zelda: Sure, sure, I believe you~ But um- ('Clears Throat') No seriously, I....wanna ask you if....(Turns Away While Twirling her Hair Around a Bit) You want and .....if you're not super busy, that...I can....show you more around town sometime this week? Y-You know, given that you're still new here and all.....Just the two of us?

Owain: (Smiles Brightly) Why, Yes! I'd love that. How's later today sounds?

Zelda: Again, it's perfectly fine if you don't- (Turns Back to Owain) Wait, really? Are you sure?

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Positive! I never really have that busy of a schedule as of right now and I do always yearn for more adventures, especially in a place as big and more expressive as this. (Smiles Sheepishly Again While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Then again, I do that fear that my inexperience and cluelessness could potentially lead the both of us into trouble.

Zelda: (Giggles Once More) Relax, I know this town like the back side of my necklace. I got this. I hope

Owain: If you insist- (Politely Bows to Zelda Again) Then I am more than willing to put my trust in you to take the lead, your highness.

Zelda: (Happily Clap her Hands Together) Great!~ We meet up at 5:30ish to leave here?

Owain: (Smiles Brightly) Sounds reasonable to me. I'm feeling excited already.

Zelda: You and me both! We're gonna have ourselves a good time out there. B-But one more than first!

Owain: Hm?- (Eyes Widened as He Suddenly Felt Zelda's Lips Pressing on his Cheek a Bit)

Zelda: (Leans Back From Her Kiss Before Turning Away Again) I know this world is still a lot for you to get used you, but please don't worry. (Turns Back to Owain with a Bright, More Sincere Smile on her Face) Cause me and everyone else here in this nutty family are gonna give you the best time and experience here of your entire life going forward, that's a promise!~ (Slowly Starts Blushing as She Realizes What She Just Did a Brief Second Ago) A-A-Anyways! I have somewhere to be right now! Love yo- I-I mean, BYEEEE!~ (Quickly Teleports Her Way Out of the Room)

Owain: (Slowly Place his Hand Onto the Kissed Cheek as He Blushes and is Now Surprisedby What Just Happened) (What's this? A Kiss? From a the fairest of all maidens? I knew my charms were going to catch up to me eventually, but I have not the slightest clue that this eventuality would be-)

Lucina: (Sighs and Facepalms Herself as She and the Others are Watching Owain Standing There Still Surprised and Motionless) Oh no.....He's inner monlogging again, isn't he?

Chrom: Looks like it. Been a while since I've seen him done that.

Marth: (Smiles Sheepishly) I can't say I blame him for feeling this way though. It kind of reminds me of the way I acted when Caeda kissed me for the first time.

Chrom: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) You know, now that you mention it, I do remember making that kind of face when Olivia-

Lucina: Father!

Chrom: R-Right! Right. ('Clears Throat') S-Sorry, dear.

Lucina: ('Sighs Once More')

Meanwhile at the Other Room......

Zelda: (Covering her Face Up in Basfulness While in Mewtwo's Arms) MEWWY, I KISSED THE BOY OF MY DREAMS AND LOVE ITTTTTT!~

Mewtwo: (Gently Rubs his Best Friend's Back) A surprising bold move on your part, but you did well nonetheless.

Toon: (Happily Pumps his Fist Up in the Air) YES! Finally! Every kid in this house I'd gonna owe so much money now-

Zelda: (Immediately Glares at Toon Link) WHAT!?

Toon: (Quickly Sweating Bullets in Fear) Uh.....D-Did I say money! (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) W-What I meant to say was...h-honey! Cause...you know....Bee Movie!.....

Mewtwo: (Already Giving Toon the Deadpinned Look) That has to be worse cover up lie you made yet.

Toon: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') I'm young and greedy, sue me!

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@ma-lemons

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Happy Anniversary!!!!

You are one of the first if not the first top gun blog I followed last summer. I literally can’t watch the movie without telling all my friends about hangman and Phoenix!!

With that being said I’ll requested a little Drabble of my favorite family the hannix family!! Maybe a little older hannix when James and Ellie are FINALLY official. But honestly I’d take any hannix content so do whatever!!

Happy One Year!! 💖💖

Yay, thank you, love! It’s been so fun to watch our little Hannix fandom grow! 🥰 Here’s a little Older!Hannix, plus some James & Ellie!

Rolling his shoulders back with a tired sigh, Jake unlocked the back door to the house he’d been sharing with his family for nearly three decades. It was a good decision because as he stepped into the kitchen, he was instantly met with the mouthwatering aroma of his wife’s chicken and rice.

“Hi, Minx,” he greeted her, dropping his things on the small kitchen table and stepping up behind her to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, babe,” Natasha replied, turning her head to smile up at him.

His beautiful Minx. She had more lines and wrinkles now than the day he’d first met her, and her dark hair was threaded liberally with streaks of silvery gray, but she was still the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Grinning, he cupped her chin in his hand and dropped a kiss on her lips, still desperate for her even after all these years.

“You’re home just in time,” she murmured, nudging him away playfully as she put the finishing touches on the meal she’d been preparing. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Mmm, and it smells good, too,” Jake sighed happily, leaning over the pot of rice and taking a deep sniff. To this day, he still had no idea how she seasoned it to make it taste so delicious.

“How was the debrief?” Nat asked, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she sliced vegetables.

Jake had been forced to stay later at work today to hold a meeting with the newest TOPGUN recruits. He enjoyed getting to work with the younger pilots, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted.

“It was alright,” he told her, snatching a carrot off the cutting board despite her protestations. “But my God, Minx, you’ve never seen such a cocky crew before. They think they know everything.”

“Trust me, I know cocky,” Natasha teased, turning to look up at him with a hand on her hip.

“Yeah, yeah. But I actually am the best,” he shot back with a smirk, earning him a swat on the arm.

“Shut up, Bagman, and go get cleaned up for dinner,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Is Ellie home?” Jake asked as he went to grab his stuff off the table.

He and Natasha were getting used to no longer being empty nesters. The boys had long moved out, but Ellie had just moved back home after graduating from college last month. Jake was more than happy with the arrangement, feeling much better knowing that his baby girl was safe under his roof again.

“Mhm, she and James are watching a movie in the living room,” Nat explained, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

Jake froze at that. “Watching a movie, huh?” he asked suspiciously.

Natasha sighed and turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes, a movie. Do you really think James Bradshaw, who has been in our house practically every day since he was born, is going to jump our daughter’s bones in the middle of the living room?”

Frowning, Jake placed his hands on his hips and scowled. He certainly didn’t need that visual in his head, especially with his daughter and Baby Bradshaw’s relationship still being so new.

“Bagman, they’re both grown adults,” Nat laughed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

“Not while they’re under my roof!” Jake huffed, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

“It’s our roof, and I have no problem with our daughter and her boyfriend—who also happens to be our best friends’ son—watching a movie in our living room,” she retorted, trying to show him how ridiculous he was being.

He just grumbled in response, muttering under his breath as he walked out of the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, when everything was ready, Natasha walked into the living room to let the kids know that dinner was ready. To her surprise, she found her husband there as well.

Sitting right in the middle of a mortified Ellie and a sheepish James.

“Bagman!” Natasha scolded, frowning at him.

“It’s a good movie, Minx,” Jake smirked, leaning back comfortably on the couch. “You should join us.”

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kinshenewa · 3 months

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Sun giggled happily, nuzzling Cadence's head as he fed her some mashed potatoes. Moon smiled, leaning against Sun's side.

The two large brothers were sitting on their couch, Cadence sitting between them. It has become almost a tradition for Cadence to come over to their house once a week, and Sun would feed her something.

Usually he baked sweets, but not always.

"Ya know, I've been thinking. I've known ya both for maybe half a year, give or take." She started, taking a sip of her water, "And strangely enough, I don't feel scared of you two anymore. Not really. I feel comfortable enough to get close enough. I feel comfortable enough to let you give me food without suspicion."

Sun and Moon glanced at each other with a hum. She continued, "I'm actually happy that I was able to get over my initial fear. You two are pretty awesome. While the start with Sun was rocky," She smiled at Sun, who grinned, "I'm glad we were able to get past that. I'm going to be real, I... never actually thought I would get comfortable enough with you two that I would actually like, cuddle with y'all? Would snuggle or cuddle be more accurate?" She chuckled, shrugging as she leaned back more into the couch.

"Well I am very glad that you trust us." Sun said happily, nuzzling the top of her head.

Sun and Moon looked up as a click resonated through the room, meaning the first of two doors to enter was opened. A moment later, the door they could see opened, and their big brother Eclipse walked in.

12 feet tall and in shades of black and orange, with four eyes and arms, and two layers of firey red and black frills adorning his round head, he was intimidating. His orange eyes alit on the two brothers snuggling the human woman on their couch, and his eyes narrowed.

"Who. Is. This." He growled, his voice deep and rumbling.

"You're here! A week early...." Sun said with a nervous smile, feeling Cadence become stiff in his arms.

Eclipse stomped over, snarling as he demanded, "Why is this blasted human here? Has she brainwashed you? What has she done?" One of his four arms grabbed her upper right arm and wrenched her up.

"Ouch dude!" She exclaimed as he dragged her out, throwing her out. "Fuck you!" She cursed as he slammed the door in her face, proceeding to close the second door as he looked at his brothers worriedly.

"My sweet Sunny, are you alright? She didn't hurt you did she? You remember your name?" Eclipse said worriedly, cupping Sun's face and turning it this way and that.

"Clipsie, I'm fine! She didn't hurt me! Look, she's not like other humans, she's actually nice!" Sun exclaimed, trying to pull back but Eclipse engulfed him in a hug.

"No no no, I would believe that if the human were a male, but that was a female, no doubt about it. Human females are dangerous, using their charms and looks to get whatever they want!" Eclipse said, gently patting Sun's back, "I know Moon wouldn't fall for such tricks so easily. You were always the hopeless romantic of the two."

"I'm fine, I swear! Look, she isn't trying to get anything from us, she avoided us at first!" Sun replied, sighing as he hugged his brother back.

"As she should." Eclipse said with a sniff.

"She's actually very nice, you know. At first, she avoided us. But SOMEONE wouldn't leave her alone. And.... well.... she's kind of cute." Moon said, not looking up from his tablet, starting to blush slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you. I'm your big brother, I need to ensure that neither of you fall for any dirty tricks." Eclipse cooed, gently stroking the top of Sun's head.

"She's not evil! She's actually really nice." Sun exclaimed, pouting.

"Nonsense, that is exactly what she wants you to believe. Everyone knows all female humans are biologically designed to be cute and desirable, it helps them with their tricks. Poison is a woman's weapon, combat is a man's." Eclipse said, letting go of Sun and walking into their kitchen, starting to cook something.

Sun huffed, pouting as he crossed his arms and plopped onto the couch.

"Don't worry, he'll see eventually." Moon said, sipping his drink as he continued working on his tablet.

"He better...." Sun muttered.

#kinshenewas-writing #CJAU

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😔 Oblivious 😳

A Sabine x GN! Reader fic!

Woooo silly Sabine fic!!!! It’s been a while since I’ve written a Sabine fic!!! Ngl this feels a little OOC. Idk why but to me it feels OOC??? So sorry guys . 😭😭😭 I’ve got another Sabine req coming up so with it I can hopefully work on writing her better again! I wrote . A lot . I didn’t even realize how much I had written until I saw it just now on the app i use 😭😭😭 also i finished this a while ago but saved it for today in honor of the EQ festival coming back ❤️❤️❤️ and one more thing . R my links working for u guys??? For me they r being weird and taking me to safari and then saying my link doesn’t exist??? It’s weird :( I need to submit a bug report I am asking because if anyone is having any trouble with links u can find all my fics under sharkpupsblogwrites tag! All of them are on there! :D!!! ❤️🙏 Anyways ty anon for the request! Enjoy! :D

Summaries: You speak to Sabine and you both are very oblivious.

Warnings: foul language!

You let out a shaky sigh as you approach Sunfield farm. You can hear pigs happily oinking and splashing around in mud. ‘Just like in cartoons’ you think. You frown as you start to feel bad due to the fact that you are currently on your way to ruin their fun. You have been tasked with freeing the pigs. As you get closer to the farm you see that no one is around. The Sunfield family went to Jorvik stables to see the activities at the equestrian festival. Behind you your horse follows you. They keep their head low trying to be sneaky. They take small quiet steps. They look funny, you want to laugh, but the bad feeling in your stomach doesn’t allow you to. You walk to the pig pen seeing the happy pigs still oinking and rolling in mud. Some pigs are sleeping, and some are busy eating. The ones who roll in mud notice you, and stop rolling to walk up to you expecting a treat. The pigs recognize you. You helped the Sunfields before with their livestock, and that is how the pigs came to know you. Your horse walks up to the pen putting their head inside to sniff at one of the pigs who sniffs your horse back. You look to the gate… Can you really go through with this? You know you’ll get a nice reward for it, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. “Promise me you guys won’t cause too much trouble” you say to the pigs who oink back at you as if saying ‘we promise!’ You take a deep breath in, and then you let it out. At the same time you exhale, you open the gate. The muddy pigs run out of their pen following the smell of baked goods. Someone was selling pastries at the festival. You hoped the pigs wouldn’t bother the seller too much. Your horse neighed looking at the pigs who were still eating and sleeping. You were never told you had to free all the pigs, so you leave the ones eating and sleeping alone. You close the gate, and you watch the free pigs make their way into the stables. You feel bad really, really bad for doing what you did. You hope you can help gather the pigs up. Your horse watches you as you walk to their side. They stand still while you mount them. “Come on” you click your tongue, and they walk “we have to help gather the pigs.” You click again, and your horse speeds up into a trot. You and your horse ride all the way to the big arena in Jorvik. Halfway into it you’re stopped by a Friesian with red glowing eyes who snorts at your horse. Your horse’s ears go back, and they let out an angry neigh. The Friesian does not respond, they just stand still. The rider on their back speaks “you actually did it.” The rider sounds surprised she laughs softly “I was expecting you to chicken out.” The Friesian walks to your horse’s side putting you and the rider on the Friesian side by side. “I underestimated you” the rider reaches into their saddlebag, and you watch as they pull something out. “Here” she holds it out to you “your reward as promised.” You take it from her your thumbs brushing for a second. A light blush covers your cheeks. “A shirt?” You look down at the neatly folded shirt and under it is a vest with a logo stitched onto it. The same logo the rider wears proudly on her vest and the Friesian on his bridle. “I had some shirts left over from my club” she smiles at you, and you can’t help but turn redder at her smile. You swallow the lump in your throat nodding to her “thank you its-“ you pause looking at the shirt. “Its really nice I like it” you look back to the rider. The woman has something in mind “wear it then.” You open your mouth to protest why you can’t wear it, but the rider doesn’t allow you to speak. She holds her hand up “you said you liked it.” She lowers her hand once she knows you won’t try to speak over her. “Are you lying?” She raises an eyebrow, and you huff “I’m not lying I really do like it.” The rider pats her horse when he snorts. The Friesian is getting tired of standing around. “Then why won’t you wear it?” You roll your eyes at the rider “you know damn well why I can’t wear this shirt.” The rider gives you a ‘go on’ gesture wanting you to explain why you can’t wear the shirt.

She knows it, but she just wants to waste your time. You know what she’s doing thanks to the smile on her face. You groan “you’re a dark rider!” You whisper yell “if my friends see me with this shirt on they’ll kill me!” Obviously your friends wouldn’t hurt you, but they would definitely be a little mad. “I really do like the shirt but I also like living” you put the shirt in your saddlebag. Your horse flicks their tail trying to hit the saddlebag. They’re trying to tell you ‘don’t take the shirt!’ The rider watches as you put it away. You speak again with a frown on your face “It’s a very nice shirt but if my friends knew I helped you I would get in huge trouble” you really didn’t want any trouble. “I’ll wear it on my own time though away from everyone else” you reach out to put a hand on the rider’s hand. She allows it, and now it’s her turn to blush. “Thank you Sabine” you smile at her, and she feels her blush get worse. The woman looks away from you “chicken.” She’s trying to keep you from seeing her blush. She teases you wanting to keep being mean to you, so you won’t know how she feels. You laugh at what she says ignoring the blush on her face “chicken?” She looks back at you, and you shake your head at her “I freed the pigs I’m not a chicken!” Sabine rolls her eyes “but you won’t wear the shirt, so you’re still a chicken.” Her horse looks back at you both still seeing the two of you touching hands. You both forgot, and you were in the middle of the arena talking as if you were friends and looking like you were holding hands. You both stay in the arena talking for a while with your hands still together. Sabine noticed after a while, but did not move her hand… She wondered if you noticed too. You didn’t, you were too busy defending yourself to notice it. As you both talked, two people took notice of you both. You didn’t even hear them, or see them coming. You were made aware of their presence when lightning raced past the space between you and Sabine. You both went wide eyed, surprised by the lightning. Your heart dropped, and hers raced at the thought of a fight. In perfect accidental unison you both looked at the person who shot the lightning at you. Alex angrily stood a few feet away from you. Lightning gathered in her hands, and behind her stood Linda. Linda was the opposite of Alex she was calm and collected and she had a big smile on her face. “What are you doing?!” Alex shot the question at the both of you, but only you answered, “we’re just talking.” You tried to remain calm. You knew Alex wouldn’t hurt you, but you were still scared of what words and curse words she had in store for you. The soul rider narrowed her eyes at you “talking with the enemy? And holding hands?” Once again in perfect accidental synchronization you both looked down at your hands. You quickly removed your hand apologizing to Sabine. When you apologized Alex groaned “don’t apologize to her!” You looked back at Alex, but Sabine didn’t. The woman put a hand on your shoulder. The contact sent shivers down your spine, and you looked at her. She wished you “good luck” before riding away leaving you to fend for yourself. You wanted to shout ‘really?!’ At her but you decided not to. Instead you moved your focus back to Alex who was still very, very mad. “I can’t believe you! Making friends with the enemy!” Alex shook her head looking at you like a disappointed mother. Linda on the other hand looked proud she let out a giggle “or is she your girlfriend?” She saw you two holding hands, and she also saw the blushes on your faces. The crushes you both had on each other were so obvious it hurt that neither of you knew they were mutual. Your face burned bright red “she’s not my girlfriend!” You covered your face, and your horse neighed. They neighed like they were laughing at you which made Linda laugh. Alex found nothing funny about the situation. To her this was the greatest betrayal, but to Linda it was the greatest fanfic trope. She was honestly a bit jealous of you, she too wanted a villain to be in cahoots with her.

“I think you guys are cute together” Linda let out a happy sigh “even if she may be evil.” The woman felt that Sabine and the others were misunderstood and most likely not truly evil. There was good in everyone and proof of that was right in front of her a few seconds ago. Sabine stayed with you talking like you were old friends. She could have hurt you, but instead she talked to you. Maybe she wasn’t evil maybe she was just following orders. Alex didn’t see it the way Linda did. The Dark Riders were evil and had no good in them at all. She groaned looking to Linda “don’t say that” the lightning in her palms started to slowly weaken. She looked back at you, you still had your face covered. “If you’re going to date someone please don’t date the enemy” Alex watched as you shook your head, and you leaned down laying on your horse. Your horse was enjoying seeing how embarrassed you were getting. “Can we please just let this go?” You removed your hands from your face letting them hang in defeat as you covered your face with your horse’s mane. You hoped your friends wouldn’t tell Lisa, and you prayed they wouldn’t utter a word of this to Anne who was at the festival. Alex huffed “fine we’ll let it go, but from now on I’m watching you like a hawk.” Alex wasn’t going to let you out of her sight until the festival was over. She didn’t want you talking to Sabine again. Linda frowned, and she shook her head “don’t stand in the way of love Alex.” The woman laughed when you and Alex let out loud groans. Your horse threw their head back neighing. It was as if they were joining in to Linda’s laughter. While you tried to get over your embarrassment by hiding in your horse’s mane you heard Anne speaking. The leader brought snacks with her from the pastry seller. She was coming to give everyone a snack, and to tell everyone that Lisa had arrived. She looked to Alex who was the only one available to talk since Linda was still laughing, and you were still hiding. Anne looked confused, and she asked Alex “what’s going on?” Alex could have told Anne, but she decided not to. The soul rider sighed shaking her hands to shake the feel of electricity off “it’s a really long story.”

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shinonometrash · 1 year

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The Dapper Wolf

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - Short Story

Rating: General

Main Characters: MC, Lance Ira, Robin (MC’s familiar), Grushia

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One day in the forest–

Lance is lounging under a tree as usual when MC and Robin appear.

MC: Hi Lance!

MC waves, wearing a warm smile.

Robin: Master Lance!

Robin, seeming especially energetic, zooms over to Lance.

Robin: Look! Look what milady gave me!

He flies around in excited circles, eager to show off.

Lance: Hm? What am I looking at?

MC: Oh, I bought him a bow tie while I was out shopping today. He absolutely adores it.

Robin: Doesn’t it look just dashing against my fur?

Lance: Haha, very cute.

Smiling, Lance scritches Robin gently behind the ears.

In response to hearing Robin’s animated voice, Grushia trots over curiously.

Robin: Master Grushia, look at my new bow tie! Milady bought it for me!

Grushia sniffs at the new accessory around Robin’s neck when MC suddenly exclaims.

MC: Oh yeah! Grushia, wait there! I have something for you, too!

Grushia: Aroo?

Grushia’s ears perk up in anticipation as he eagerly waits to see what MC brought him.

After a moment of rummaging, MC produces a slightly larger bow tie from her bag.

MC: I got you one too! Now you and Robin can match!

Grushia: Arroo!

Lance: What, no, you're not giving him a bow tie!

Before MC can put the bow tie on Grushia, Lance exclaims this.

Unlike Grushia, he is very clearly not enthusiastic about the idea.

MC: Why not?

Lance: Because! He’s a wolf.

Ignoring him, she slips the bow tie over the wolf’s head.

MC: So?

Lance: Wolves don't wear bow ties.

MC: Says who? Look, he wants to wear it!

Grushia wags his tail excitedly as she adjusts the bow tie around his neck.

Lance: Oi, Grushia, you’re a wolf, not a blasted lap dog!

MC: There, perfect!

Now sporting a fetching bow tie, Grushia sits down in front of Lance, staring up at him.

MC: Haha, I think he wants to know what you think!

Lance: …

MC: You don't want to hurt Grushia’s feelings do you?

Lance: …

MC: Lance, look, you're making Grushia sad!

Grushia: *whimpers*

MC: Aww, come here Grushia. Don't listen to big ‘ol meanie Lance. I, for one, think you look very dapper in your bow tie!

Grushia sits down next to MC and she wraps her arms around him protectively, throwing a glare towards her paramour.

Grushia’s ears droop as he looks at Lance with a sad expression.

Grushia: Arroo…

Lance: Come on, don’t you think this is a bit much?

Lance looks exasperated as he watches his paramour and wolf companion, who is now laying on the ground, resting his head in MC’s lap pitifully as she comfortingly pets him.

MC: Really, you look very handsome! No matter what Lance might say!

Lance: Don’t put words in my mouth-

Robin: Yes! I think you look very dashing too, Master Grushia!

Hovering at MC’s shoulder, Robin also throws an angry kitty glare towards Lance.

Lance: For Creator’s sake…

Lance’s exasperation quickly turns to irritation at the melodramatic display everybody is putting on.

MC: It’s okay Grushia, even if Lance won’t accept you, I’ll ALWAYS accept you for who you are. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually…

Lance: Stop making me the villain here!

MC: Then say it.

Lance: Say what?

MC: “Grushia, that bow tie makes you look very cute and handsome!”

Lance: …

Everybody stares at Lance expectantly.

Lance: …

MC: Well?

Lance: I-I don’t think you look bad in that bow tie, Grushia.

Grushia whines, sounding disappointed as he returns his head to MC’s lap.

Lance: Wasn’t that good enough?

MC: Nope, you have to say it word for word.

Lance: Dragon’s teeth…

Lance curses under his breath before resigning himself to his fate.

Lance: Grushia, that bow tie makes you look v-very…cute and handsome…

Grushia: Arrooo!

Immediately perking up, Gruschia wags his tail happily and begins prancing around, proudly displaying his new accessory.

Lance acts exasperated as he shakes his head, but is unable to completely hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Robin: Come on Master Grushia, let’s go show all the others in the forest!

Grushia: Arroo!

MC and Lance watch as the two animals disappear into the forest.

MC: Oh my gosh!! I just remembered!

Lance: What?

MC: They had matching bow ties for people too!

Lance: …

MC: Darn, I should've bought it while I was there! I'll have to go back into town tomorrow and buy one…

MC: Just imagine, you and Grushia, wearing matching bow ties! Ahhh, that’d be SOO cu-

Lance: NO.

The End.

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rokkit-story-time · 6 months

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Hypnovember day 5 - Adventure/Airhead

(Quick disclaimer: I honestly wasn't happy with this, tried to write something else, and then wasn't happy with that either. But! This is supposed to be practice. An exercise. And so, I touched up a little where I felt things kinda flopped, and am now posting a day late anyway. Hope you still enjoy! And if not, well, hopefully the rest of the month comes out better~!)

CW: IQ reduction, curse, infectious

"Really? *This* is what they send to stop me?" She gave a disdainful sniff. "I would hope that you at least have some impressive magical potential, to come in here alone and in... *that*!" The solid obsidian staff in her hand gestured towards the other woman, more specifically her choice of attire.

"Nope~!" The girl actually giggled. Giggled! "I do have impressive boobies, though~!" She looked down at her own chest and bounced a couple times.

Magus Imorith, Queen of Black Magic, Lady of the Leyline, one of the Five Ascendant Scholars of the Age, stared down at the croptop-clad ditz that had strolled her large, admittedly toned ass directly into Imorith's sanctum with a combination of confusion and... yeah, she was pretty sure that was hatred. "...you have *got* to be kidding me."

"...I'm not though? I mean I joke about my boobies sometimes, but not about how nice they are~" She looked down and bounced again.

It would be easier to extract Imorith's *teeth* than the admission that they were, in fact, very nice breasts. "*WHAT* are you even *DOING* here!?"

She shrugged. The woman actually *shrugged*. "I dunno! Miss just said I should head for the biiig creepy tower and go chat with the pretty lady there!" She blinked, then grinned and waved. "Hiii pretty lady~!"

Imorith scrunched her eyes shut for a moment. Not five minutes and this woman was starting to give her a headache. "And *who* is 'Miss'? For that matter, who are *you*?" This was definitely some kind of trap or plot. But... what? What could this idiot *possibly* do here?

"Uhhh... well I'm Elle!" She smiled and bounced again. "Nice to meet you, ummm...?" She trailed off and tilted her head, clearly waiting for Imorith's name.

"...you wandered into my tower and don't even know my *name*?"

Elle gave a sheepish chuckle and bonked herself on the head with a knuckle. "Sooorry~! Miss probably mentioned it, but I am sooo bad with names..."

"I am Magus Imorith!" She clanged the butt of her staff against the stone floor for emphasis. She did love doing that... being a bit dramatic was one of many fun privileges of being a powerful wizard, after all. "And I am *currently* in the middle of channeling enough magical energies through this tower to level a *kingdom*, so if you would-"

Elle interrupted her with a gasp. "But why wouldja wanna level a kingdom!?" Imorith felt a vein start to throb in her temple. The headache was getting worse. "People live there!"

She knew she wasn't supposed to grind her teeth anymore - she'd actually modified a barrier spell to stop her from doing it unconsciously at night - but this was too frustrating for her to stop herself for a second. "...I. *Know*. That. But my demands have no been taken seriously, and I refuse-"

"Didja try asking nicely instead?" The bright and cheery way Elle asked that question made Imorith's eye twitch. "People are a looot more likely to do favors if you ask!"

Imorith took a deep breath as she pinched the bridge of her nose. This headache was getting bad enough that she wanted to grab a potion for it... *after* dealing with this airhead. "...we're getting off topic. *Who* is Miss!?" She needed to get control of this situation before whatever was going on caused her problems.

"Oh! Miss, um..." Elle's face wrinkled. "...oh gosh I always have trouble pronouncing her name. Miss Ol... Olly... Oza..."

Imorith blinked. "...*Ollazyni*!?"

Elle pointed at Imorith and started bouncing happily. Her chest really *was* impressive... and distracting, when it bounced like that. "Yeah that! She didn't like any nicknames I wanted to give her though..."

Ollazyni sent her. Of course. She rubbed a temple to try and subdue the headache for a moment. "...nickname...?" That tickled something. "...Elle?"

"Yahuh?"

"...is *your* name a nickname?"

"Yup yup!"

"...and what's your *real* name?"

The woman tilted her head. "Well Elle *is* my real name, but other people used to call me Elle... um, Elleph...?"

"*Ellephiane*!?"

"Ye!" The woman bounced again, and between the jiggling and the headache it took Imorith a moment to reconstruct her thoughts.

"*You're*..." This wasn't possible. This bubbly fool *couldn't* be Lady Ellephiane! And she wouldn't be working with-

Imorith leveled her staff at Elle, and the other woman took a half step back. "W-what!? What's wrong!?"

"I don't know what you're planning, or what Ollazyni might have done to you..." She started calling forth the energies to disintegrate Ellephiane on the spot. "...but I will *not* let either of you stop me!"

She had the spell ready, drawing from the leyline under the tower. Channeled through the staff. She just needed to... recite the...

...had... had she *forgotten* the incantation!?

Elle blinked, then tilted her head. "...what're we stopping you from doing...?"

Imorith's face was a snarl. "*Leveling*. *A*. *Kingdom*!"

Elle gasped. "But you shouldn't do that! People live there!"

With a frustration-filled roar, Imorith swung her staff down and discharged the gathered energies, blowing a moderately sized crater into her ground floor.

Elle let out a surprised shriek as she jumped. She jiggled when she landed. Her face looked *terrified*. Why had Imorith scared the poor girl!? ...wait, why was she caring about that!? And why hadn't she just aimed that energy at Ellephiane!?

"WHAT ELSE DID OLLAZYNI SAY!?" Imorith didn't actually mean it to come out as a bellow, but her head hurt *so goddamn much* right now. She pressed her eyes into her palm. Anything to make it stop, anything to make it stop...

"Sh-sh-she, um-!" Elle was hyperventilating as she looked between Imorith and the crater. "S-something about, um... 'p-poisoning the well', I-I think!?"

Poisoning the...? "...leave. *NOW*." Imorith tried to hold her staff up, to point it at Elle, but the pain in her head spiked and she dropped the thing instead. "GO!"

"B-but-!" Imorith couldn't see the woman anymore, but her voice was still panicked. "Y-you're hurt, aren't you!? I-I... I wanna help!"

Imorith clutched her head like she was trying to keep it from coming apart. She tried to say something, to tell Elle that leaving would help, but it just came out as a groan of pain. What in the *hells* had Ollaz... Oll... *Ollazyni* done!?

Vaguely, Imorith heard footsteps approaching quickly. She tried to process what that meant, but the pain kept breaking her thoughts into pieces before they could finish... which meant it was twice as surprising when she felt Elle collide softly with her, arms squeezing in a tight hug.

"W-what are you-!?"

The woman was muttering something in a low, frantic voice. "Hugs make everything better hugs make everything better hugs make everything better *hugs make everything better*-!" Over and over, an accompaniment to the thunderstorm Imorith felt in her head.

...only... it was helping? She tried to piece together why, tried to figure out what was going on, but it just make the pounding pain grow worse. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Elle... and the pain lessened.

"A-are you...?" Elle's timid voice didn't match the ferocity with which she held Imorith to her, clinging like it was the only thing holding the woman to life... which it might have been, given how bad the pain had gotten.

"Sh-shut up!" Elle winced at that, and Imorith felt... bad? Guilt, shame, but also just... sad. Why would she want to upset Elle? The woman had been nothing but friendly, whatever Oll... whatever her 'Miss' had put her up to. "...sorry. Just... quiet, please. I-it's... it's helping."

Elle squeezed her a little tighter with a single whispered word: "Good~"

One by one, Imorith let go of most of the thoughts that constantly filled her head, all the calculations she ran, all the scenarios she was planning and tracking, all the attention to the pulse of magic around her... and bit by bit, the headache dimmed. Only the needed focus to maintain the leyline's flow and buildup remained. The one thing she *couldn't* let go, or all her plans would go up in smoke... and probably her tower, herself, and Elle too.

Timidly, carefully, she broke the mental silence to try and figure out *what was going on*. It made the pain flare back up, but not enough that she couldn't fight through.

'Poison the well'. Oll... Olla... *that bitch* had done something to Elle. Something that would... corrupt the leyline? But any magic 'Miss' could try shouldn't be enough to- Imorith winced as the headache picked up too much to bear again. Too much math and memory thinking of that.

...and then it clicked.

With a pained sigh, Imorith started carefully unwinding the leyline's energies from her. Just letting them go would be disastrous, but if she was careful about separating herself from them, and them from her tower...

"...what tastes like tingles?"

Imorith actually giggled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done that. She did still press a finger to Elle's lips though; the headache was getting worse again. A side effect of the mental exertion of separating out the leyline. But she could put up with it. Just until...

The tower shuddered for a few moments, and Imorith let out a heavy sigh. Elle clung tighter until the motion stopped, then looked around. "Um..."

"...Elle." Imorith raised her head and stepped back, holding the girl's shoulders. The headache was *almost* gone. Trying to figure out how to explain things to Elle was causing just a bit of pain. "You can't go back to... to 'Miss'." She didn't like that it was still hard to pronounce that name. It meant that this would be slow to recover... or that it was permanent.

"But why!?" Elle's face was so adorably earnest as she asked the question. "Miss was always so nice..."

Imorith shook her head. "Elle, she... did something to your head." Her voc... vocab... dammit. Big words were hard and made the headache come back. "You used to be smarter." She pouted. "...so did I."

Elle gasped. "Me!? *Smarter*!? But I'm... *dumb*!" Imorith blinked, and Elle giggled. "What? Of course I know I'm dumb~ That's why I let Miss think for me most of the time!"

Imorith shook her head. "Well you shouldn't anymore! She *made* you like this!"

"...so?"

"What?"

Elle tilted her head. "...what's wrong with being dumb?"

Imorith opened her mouth... then closed it again. "...I... I *liked* being smart! I was *proud* of it! I-"

"You were really mean to me for no reason and wanted to blow up a kingdom..."

Imorith felt like she'd been punched in the stomach.

The impact must've shown clearly on her face, because Elle started to stammer. "I-I-I mean! You weren't that mean! I'm fine! A-and you *aren't* gonna blow up a kingdom, right!? S-so it's all okay!"

Imorith put a finger to Elle's lips. "...I'm sorry." Elle's sudden brightening was *so damn cute*, aaahhh~! "I... you were... frustrating me. I expected... someone else, to come stop me. Not someone so... jiggly." Elle seemed to bounce on reflex, and Imorith had to spend a slightly-headache-filled moment rebooting her thought process. "...I'm sorry I was mean to you. And no, I'm not gonna do that anymore."

"YAY!" Elle threw up her arms, then brought them around Imorith in a hug that caused the other woman's back to pop audibly. "Oh! Can we be friends then? I like friends! And you're preeetty~ But you didn't seem like you wanted to be friends, and also with the blowing up..." She trailed off and gave Imorith a hopeful look.

An idea bloomed in Imorith's head... one that, oddly, didn't give her a headache. Trying to figure out why, though, *did* cause her pain, and she frowned. Elle's change in expression at that jerked her out of her attempt at thinking. "Yes!" she blurted out, just to get the smile back on Elle's face. "Yes, I would love to be friends with you!"

Elle danced in place for a moment. It was hard to tell what was the most distracting: her body rubbing against Imorith's, her giddy little sounds, or that *jiggling* she did.

"...in *fact*..." Elle stopped her mini-celebration to hang on Imorith's words. "...why don't you stay here, with me, instead of going back to 'Miss'~?" That idea. The one that didn't hurt. This was it. And she liked it.

Elle's eyes grew wide. "...w-well... Miss *did* leave me alone a lot while she worked... and didn't let me go a lot of places until here... aaand you said she made me dumb and for bad reasons... buuut..."

Imorith smiled. "*I* can think for you now, instead~!"

Elle tilted her head. "...but I thought you were dumb too?"

Imorith grunted like she'd been struck again, and then gently bonked Elle on the head. "I said I used to be smarter! And I'm *still* smarter than you, dummy~"

"...oh yeah!" Elle giggled.

Imorith giggled too. This was kinda fun, actually! Maybe being something of an idiot would be okay? At least, for the moment. "Well, for my first thought! ...I'm hungry. How about you?" She smiled as Elle nodded and jiggled again. Yeah, this might not be so bad! "C'mon then! Cooking should still be easy enough. It was always more art than science, after all~!"

#hypnovember

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tonnerredebrest · 2 years

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Mick with Angie and Roscoe, that's I don't have anything else.

Ok, I can do that! I love how Mick is a dog dad, and also the first F1 driver featured on Roscoe’s Instagram!

Let's assume Mick is talking to Angie in German here, even tho I wrote in English. Sadly, I'm not confident enough in my German to try to write in Goethe’s language.

(I am also not an expert in dog behaviour. AO3 link at the bottom, as always.)

*****

When Mick found Roscoe in the paddock at the English Grand Prix, he was more than delighted.

“Roscoe!” The driver almost squealed, running to greet the dog.

The latter joyfully barfed, wagging his little tail.

“Hey, man. Don't pull too much on the leash,” Lewis joked, enjoying seeing how his dog was fond of another driver.

Roscoe didn't seem to care about that comment. The Haas driver got to the dog’s level and started to gently pet him. Roscoe seemed to tremendously enjoy the pats, as he was always looking for more.

“Who’s a good boy, eh,” Mick used that baby voice pets seemed to like. “Ooooh, you very good boy.”

Roscoe barfed happily, trying to lick the human's hands. Mick chuckled, Roscoe’s rasp tongue was tickling him. He spend another couple of minutes playing with him, will Lewis was filming.

“He likes you, man,” the Mercedes driver said as he was sending the German pics and videos. “I didn't see him being this playful with anyone in the paddock.”

“I guess it's because he smells Angie on me,” Mick shrugged, not having really been thinking about it until now.

“She’s your dog, right?” Lewis asked, as he had heard him mention her a few times before.

“Yeah, she's my best friend!” He beamed just by thinking about her. “You’ll see her in Austria.”

“Can’t wait!” The Mercedes driver said, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Roscoe could only barf in agreement.

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Mick was getting tired of all this climbing. The team had told him it would be a little walk, but he should have anticipated a little walk in the Alps won’t be on a flat road. He didn't take his mountain shoes, so he was afraid he’ll slip on some wet grass or stone. Yet, seeing Angie happily wagging her tail, going on the trail before him, made this whole operation more than worth it.

“Angie, wait for me,” he said between uneven breaths. “You’re far more faster than me here.”

The dog continued to walk at the same speed, making Mick smile. She was glad to explore new environments, and he could always catch up when she’ll stop to sniff a flower or other plant. Behind him, a Haas mechanic laughed at the interaction. Mick didn't mind, he knew people were sometimes surprised to see him talk to Angie. She was his best friend, how could he not speak to her?

“Careful, there’s a ravine not far,” the mechanic warned, and Mick nodded.

Yet, he didn't call Angie back. She was a smart girl, he had educated her well. He was sure she won't fall.

They continued their merry way up the mountain until they reached what seemed to be the top. The view was beautiful. From up there, they could see the valley and the track. Angie was carefully stepping on the stones, sniffing around, maybe to find some sunbathing lizard.

Mick took out his phone to take some pictures. They were beautiful, but something was missing.

“Angie, come here!” He called her, and she came as fast as she could.

The dog was wagging her tail, giving him puppy eyes. She wanted some head pats, and Mick couldn't refuse.

“Oh yes, who's a good girl, you're a good girl Angie,” he still baby-talked his dog, even if she was years out of her puppy phase.

That evening, the team photographer, who was also part of the expedition team, send him some pics. They were all of him and Angie, with the beautiful Austrian Alps in the background. Mick realised what was missing in the photos he had taken. His best friend wasn't in them. The driver smiled and chose one to put on his phone’s lockscreen. That way, Angie would always be with him.

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Mick had decided to take Angie with him to the French Grand Prix. France wasn't that far from Switzerland, and he knew she'll get a kick out of exploring a new paddock. What Mick didn't know, is that Lewis had the same idea, as he brought his dog with him. Mick saw Roscoe in the distance, and couldn't wait to go to him. Yet, he had to say a few things to Angie first.

“Angie, Roscoe is coming. Please be on your best behaviour,” the driver was on his heels, in front of her, and she took it as an invitation to try to lick his face.

Mick giggled, before gently pushing her away. He loved his dog, but having her saliva on his face wasn't something he appreciated much.

“Hey, Mick!” Lewis called, Angie’s ears immediately darting towards the newcomers. “Good to see you, man.”

As the humans went for a polite hug, the two pets looked at each other curiously. They hadn't met before, but they had smelled each other on their respective human’s clothes. Roscoe barfed, going closer to the bigger dog. Angie inclined her head and sniffed his fur. Then, something Mick couldn't see must have happened, as the two animals start wagging their tails and playing with each other.

“They seem to like each other!” The Haas driver pointed out. “Maybe we should go outside to unleash them.”

“Good idea, man.”

The two drivers made their way toward a rather empty patch of green/yellowish grass outside the building. There, when they were sure nobody was around, they unleashed the pets, who immediately started running. Mick was so happy that the two dogs liked each other. It would have been a hassle if they didn't.

They left the dogs running in circles, joyfully chasing each other. Angie was far bigger than Roscoe, but she was gentle with him, making sure she won't crush him. Roscoe seemed ready to pounce on her, playfully wanting to fight. He tried to make Angie fall, but he miscalculated her stature, and instead, he fell on the ground. They continued to play like that for a while, under the attentive eyes of their owners.

After some time, Mick’s and Lewis’s phones rang. They had to go to the driver’s meeting.

“Roscoe! Angie!” The German called them back. “We have to go!”

Immediately, two cannonballs were coming for him. Mick didn't have the time to get up from his heels, and the two dogs came pouncing on his chest. The German giggled.

“Angie! Roscoe! Don't drool on me, please guys!” Mick was chuckling while trying to get the two little demons off him.

Lewis was plain out laughing on the side, not even thinking about helping Mick.

“Lewis! Come on, do something!”

The Mercedes driver’s laugh only doubled, and Mick abandoned his fight. He let the dogs lick him. After a few seconds, they seemed to have enough of him. They just settled on his chest, apparently thinking Mick was a good human pillow. The German was happy there, and not even Lewis taking a picture of him didn't worsen his mood.

*****

#mick schumacher #formula one #formula 1 #fanfic #ao3 works #angie schumacher #roscoe hamilton #lewis hamilton

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Fic idea: Dean's adventures in physical therapy

Working title: Weak in the knees

Start of a Post-13x22 ficlet, with the knee pain and the stretching

Idea: As the Apocalypse World refugees settle into the bunker, Sam and company draw up a very detailed training regimen for all who seek to become official hunters. (Basically, Sam starts a puketacular morning jogging group and Not-Bobby and Mary hog the bunker gym.)

Dean tries his darnedest to become invisible, but on one particular "sore-knee day," a refugee named Jules corners him against the punching bag. Turns out she's a former physical therapist. Her directive? "Work on your tight hips and weak abductors." She makes it a whole friggin' routine.

But the stretches and strengthening exercises are easier said than done, especially when an exuberant Jack takes an interest the subject. If his poking and prodding ain't bad enough, he drags Cas into the madness, and Dean's hope of "relaxing into the stretch" are blown to smithereens.

///

Dean startles awake and gets that uncomfortable, topsy-turvy, where-the-Hell-am-I feeling.

Oh. Bunker's library.

Holy shit. They really did make it home.

Not still in Not-Bobby's refugee camp, wringing their hands over how to get fifty folks through a quickly vanishing rift.

Dean looks around. Doesn't recognize half the people strewn about in library chairs. Two of them are flanked by small piles of vomit. Gross. Like a made-for-TV college party film.

His gaze lands on not-Charlie, and even though it's not her, his heart swells up like a balloon. She's rubbing her eyes and yawning, and when her eyes meet Dean's, she looks cagey and unsure.

"Well, that was some party," pipes Arthur-freakin'-Ketch from somewhere near her feet. He sways to his feet, then nudges his elbow into her ribs, like they're friggin' besties or somethin.

"If there were less clothes in the fray, you'd think a spectacular orgy had taken place here." He throws an arm around her waist and cackles, squeezing her faux-gentlemanly.

Which is weird. That's weird, right?

Maybe they are besties.

Charlie rolls her eyes and extricates herself.

"You're not my kinda pretty," she rasps. She too gets unsteadily to her feet. "God. This is not where my ten-year college plan put me."

"Stranded in an entirely unfamiliar world and hungover from the world's most smashing victory party?" Ketch asks, too happily and not at all like the Arthur Ketch Dean had been acquainted with during his British Men of Letters run.

"Ung," Charlie answers, screwing up her eyes and massaging her temples.

Sam chooses that moment to enter, looking fresh and definitely not hungover like the rest of them.

Asshole.

Dean wonders where Cas and Jack are. Or Mom.

They'd all really made it back. It feels surreal, like they've finally caught a real break.

"Oh, geez," Sam sniffs, taking in the state of the room and sniffing like the princess he is. "I offered to get you guys set up in rooms last night--"

Several of the guys raise their hands and groan hopefully, little white flags of desperation waving in the air.

"---and the offer's still open, if any of you can walk."

Most of the guys make it to their feet, but a coupla the the blackout drunks fare pretty badly. Dean sees Sam shiver in disgust when he notices the vomit.

"You get to clean that," Sam says to Arthur Ketch. "That is, if you want to stay."

"That's not proper fair, now is it?" Ketch huffs, and when Charlie nods at him, he actually relents and gives Sam an acquiescent shrug.

"Yes. Why not?"

It's strange to see how much sway this Charlie has over him.

Finally, Dean nods a morning greeting to his brother and gets to his feet.

Chive and smoked cheddar pancakes are on the menu for a quick hangover cure, but damn if his knees aren't sore as Hell. He limps towards the kitchen. The Apocalypse world terrain had not been kind to any of his joints.

///

"So, let me get this straight," Mary says later, swiveling her orange juice over a plate of simmering bacon. "You plan to lecture these guys on the ways of this world, and then turn them loose?"

"Relocate them," Sam corrects. "And whoever wants to, can stay here, in the Bunker with us. That's what it was originally for."

Dean tries not to balk. It's true. This had been a communal hideaway for hunters--

"And what if they have legal doppelgangers?" Mary presses.

"We're already on that," Sam sighs, "and most of them don't, by the way."

"Funny how the butterfly effect works like that," Dean calls from where he's bent low over the stove, so close that the heat from the pan dampens his cheeks.

Not-Bobby is quiet and surly in his corner seat, back to the wall.

"I thought you told us we'd still be in the fight," he grouses finally, turning hard eyes on Sam. "I thought you told us we'd be looking for a way to save our world. To go back and gank that sonuva-bitch-Michael."

"And I meant it," Sam rushes hastily, turning his eyes over to Dean in a panic, looking for support. "But I think it's only fair to offer anyone who wants an out an actual out."

Bobby stares at all of them, considering.

"Whoever wants to fight can stay in the fight," Sam tacks on, "We'll train them. Rest and recover the rest. Cas can heal whoever's not up to speed, and we can start a fresh training program."

Dean's not sure he likes the sound of that.

He looks over to Mary, and she looks back at him, chewing her lip nervously.

"Fine," Bobby grumps. "That's fair. We recuperate. No sure anyone's gonna let that angel touch 'em though." He raises his eyebrows at Dean, like his opinion matters when it comes to this. "No offense."

Dean purses his lips.

Whatever.

Sam looks unsure at that reaction, but recovers.

"Right. There's a gym here," he says, too proudly, like he wants to impress this Bobby.

"Well, what haven't you got here," Bobby sighs, sounding resigned.

///

After Bobby leaves, trudging off to whatever room he'd been set up in, Mary rounds on his baby bro.

“Sam,” she hisses, “That was…”

She breathes out, trying to get her nerves under control.

“What?” he asks, looking genuinely perplexed by her reaction.

Poor Sam. Sometimes, he just doesn’t get it.

Dean flips another chive-and-smoked cheddar pancake, adding it to his rapidly-growing stack. He throws more batter to the skillet and shoves one of the cooling cakes into his mouth. He chews and continues to watch Mom struggle for words.

He swallows. “What she means is, you’re moving a little fast there, Sammy. Slow the Hell down, yanno? We've not even been back a day."

Sam bristles.

“Having a plan isn’t incompatible with rest,” he protests. “I didn’t mean we weren’t going to rest. I-Bobby sounded like he wanted to jump into hunting for ways to beat Michael. You both heard him.”

“What Bobby says and what Bobby needs are two different things, Sam,” Mary sighs, and she down her glass of OJ.

She’s probably a little hungover, too, Dean realizes, so he slides two pancakes onto a plate and crosses the room to give them to her.

“Thanks,” she says absently, and she grabs one of them bare-handed. She shoves nearly the entire thing in her mouth. Then, “Jesus, Dean.” She turns her attention to the cakes more fully and promptly gobbles more of them them down.

“Don't choke. And hey, these’re good for hangovers,” he explains, winking. "Real savory."

It feels so unbelievably good to have her back here.

And Hell. Maybe Sam’s plan is a good one, after all. With some structure, she might actually stay here this time. It’d be cool to have not-Bobby, too. Even if it is weird.

“And yeah, maybe a plan is good,” he amends, throwing Sam a bone. “It just needs to be slow, right? No one wants to get up at ass o'clock in the morning and go running with you. Capische?”

The sounds of footsteps breaks the flow of the conversation.

Dean' had 's barely paid attention to the individual refugees, especially with all the angel shit that'd been swinging their way. So, the last group he expects this early in the morning is the adorable little family that waltzes in.

There’s a plain-looking couple and two little girls, and he’s one hundred percent sure they all just heard him say ass o'clock.

The dad’s clad in hunter uniform: blue Henley and green plaid overshirt. Mom’s in a sweater and blue jeans. Little girls're wearing denim overalls and dress.

All look freshly laundered.

“Oh,” sweater-woman says, looking awkward as her eyes slide to Mary in question. “I’m sorry. Are we interrupting?”

“No, no!” Sam hurries to say, flustered in that clumsy Sammy-boy way. “You’re not. You must be--”

“I’m hungry! Mary, pwease,” the littlest girl cuts in, bratty and grumpy in the way that only little kids can be. She tugs on her pink dress, then clutches an old stuffed monkey like she’s trying to suffocate it.

“Lily, shush,” the older sister bosses, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back.

In reply, the littlest girl, Lily, shoves at her sister angrily. They’re maybe ten and six, Dean thinks, trying to hide his grin at their antics.

Mary seems equally charmed by them.

“Of course you are, Lily,” she says, walking over and crouching down to her eye level. “Don’t worry. We’ll scrounge up something for you.” Then, to the parents: “I don’t think we all met formally. Things were…tough at the camp.”

“It’s fine, Mary,” the man says, looking too earnest, “We owe you everything. You and Jack.”

“Caleb, Billy–these are my sons. This is Dean. This is Sam.”

Dean strolls back over to the pan and flips another pancake.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, tone just a shade too rough, like Charlie’s had been. “Both of you. And your princesses are--?”

The older sister puffs up her chest, putting proud little thumbs in the straps of her overalls. “I’m Dana. This is Lily.”

“I’m not a princess,” Lily gripes, scowling. “I’m a knight.”

“Of course you are,” Sam throws in, a little awkwardly.

Mary throws a smile over her shoulder at Dean, then turns back to them.

“Do you guys like cheddar pancakes?"

The older girl, Dana, pulls a face, because of course she does. What little girl would want hangover pancakes?

"That sounds gross.”

Lily, on the other hand, seems to take it as a challenge, “Well, I’m not scared of grownup food.” She turns her attention to Dean, “Mom always says Dana’s a picky eater.”

This kid’s got spunk in spades.

Dean laughs.

“Spoken like a true knight.”

Lily beams.

“Lily,” blue-shirt-dad-guy-Caleb admonishes quietly, and then he locks eyes with Dean in apology. “I’m sorry. Cereal or anything would be fine. O-or we can walk to a store if there’s one nearby.”

“I already went grocery shopping this morning,” Sam announces happily. “We’ve got all kinds of cereal: Raisin Bran, Golden Flax, Cheerios.”

Dean shakes his head with a proud smile. Leave it to friggin’ Sammy to get up at the buttcrack of dawn for complete strangers. The family stares at him with a look of total confusion, though, like they haven’t heard of any of these cereals, and Sam’s grin falters.

“What’s cereal?” Lily stage-whispers, and Dean huffs out a laugh.

On the other hand, had things had been so bad over there that the littlest one hasn’t even heard of cereal?

On Sam’s wavering smile and Mary’s nervous frown, they must be thinking the same thing. Dean steps in.

He doesn’t really wanna cook when he’s got a hangover from Hell, but the girls are pretty damn cute.

“Okay, well. How about regular pancakes then?”

Lily squeals.

///

Dean winds up finishing up the stack of hangover pancakes before making regular pancakes, banana pancakes, and cinnamon pancakes.

Mary scrapes together some bacon, and after burning a few strips, she seems to get the hang of the temperature.

Sam is almost useless, except that he puts on a fresh pot of coffee and makes incessant small talk with Caleb and Billy, or “the Sanders family,” as Dean soon learns to call them.

The oldest girl, Dana, seems pretty taken with Sam, marveling at his height and telling him all about how much she’d liked the shower in The Bunker.

Turns out she’d not had a real bath in the entire eight months before coming here.

Lily, on the other hand, scowls at almost everyone and keeps looking expectantly at Dean.

When he brings a stack of pancakes and bacon to the table, she shouts, “Finally!” before digging in.

Turns out, she likes the hangover cheddar pancakes best of all.

///

Before too long, the smell of cinnamon lures Jack into the kitchen, just like Dean hoped it would.

He’s surprised to see that the kid actually looks bad.

Exhausted-like. Exhausted like he’s been fighting a war. Which, of course, Dean reminds himself, he has.

Jack hovers in the doorway for a few moments, like he’s not sure if he’s welcome inside, which is ridiculous. The Bunker is more the kid’s home than any of these friggin’ refugees.

“Jack, come getcha a hot one,” he says gruffly, and Jack shoots him a surprised glance before shuffling over. “Come on,” Dean urges, trying to banish that damn impersonal hesitancy of his. “You like the cinnamon crap, right?”

Jack sniffs the air, like he’s trying his darnedest not to look too excited. “Yes. How did you--?”

“I have eyes. You always eat the sweet stuff. Here.” Dean slides a stack of four onto a plate and shoves it the kid’s way without looking at him directly.

Jack’s eyes grow even bigger, and Dean sees his fingertips flex on the plate. “Th-thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean mumbles. “Welcome home. By the way.”

Jack seizes up. He takes in a quick little breath, and then he nods.

As Jack makes his way over to the secondary table Sam had set up in the middle of the kitchen, Dean sees Mary staring sidelong at him, sappy and happy-looking.

Jeez.

It's not that bigga deal.

She puts on more bacon. Dean pours more batter.

///

It’s quickly apparent how much Lily likes Jack.

She tells Sam loudly all about how Jack can fly and protect them from “sky-fire” and how he can even make special animal shadow shows.

After she finishes her cheddar pancakes, she clambers over to the table where Jack’s at and plops herself into the chair right next to him. She starts asking him a shit-ton of random questions, like: “What’s your favorite color? Have you ever seen a giraffe? Can you fly all the way to the moon?”

“Lily,” Billy-the-sweater-mom warns, and Lily shoot her a guilty gaze.

“Bobby says he’s a good angel,” she fires back, defensive. Sweater-mom jolts. (Almost like "angel" is some kind of filthy swear-word.)

Mary’s eyes cut over to them sharply, shifting rapidly from Jack to Billy, like she’s thinking about inserting herself into the conversation.

Dean catches movement in the corner of his eye, and he’s relieved to see that Cas has finally made his appearance in the doorway. He locks eyes with Dean and gives him a curt, good-morning nod.

Hey, Dean thinks, unnaturally relieved to see him.

Probably because of all the friggin' people.

(It's overwhelming round here.)

Meanwhile, sweater-mom lets out a shaky laugh.

“No, No. Honey, I know. We trust Jack.” She gives Jack a watered down smile, and he tentatively returns it. “That’s not…I just don’t want you to make him tired, that’s all. Jack’s been fighting for us non-stop, and he looks exhausted, Sweetie. Let him eat something.”

Lily squints at Jack, biting her lips.

“Yeah," she whispers. "You do look tired.” On a wave of frantic inspiration, she shouts, “I can help! I’ll get you a drink!” Too exuberantly, she scoots her chair back and trips.

Dean’s not fast enough to get to her.

No one is.

She lands hard on her elbow, and then she gives a little muted cry of surprise. It’s too quiet, like she’s spent an entire lifetime learning not to sound off her signs of distress.

“Oh, Lily!” the sister growls, sounding exasperated. “You’re so clumsy.”

Jack scoots his own chair out in alarm, but Cas beats them all to Lily’s side. He carefully crouches down next to her, dipping his head gently, like a hawk baring its neck to a little bluejay.

Like, I won't hurt you.

But Cas’s superhuman speed has an immediate chilling effect.

The Sanders couple immediately get to their feet, like they're going off instinct. Billy the sweater-mom starts gasping, like she’s fighting down a panic attack, and Dean sees the Caleb the henley-dad wrap a fist aggressively round his fork.

Makeshift weapon. Huh?

Oh.

They don’t like that Cas is a full-blooded, bonafide angel. No matter how much he's helped them so far. Dean taps Mary’s shoulder, silently urging her to man the food, and then he strides over to jump into the fray.

“Hey. Whoa, whoa,” he says, putting himself between them. “It’s just Cas. We trust Cas, too, all right?”

Henley-dad-guy makes a pained noise, and Jack slowly gets to his feet, trying to look unthreatening and in control.

“It’s okay, Billy…Caleb. Cas is my,” he seems to struggle for the right word. “Well, he’s my dad.”

Cas’s head whips up to Jack, something unreadable passing over his face.

Peripherally, Dean sees Caleb put a hand on his wife'e shoulder and nudge her behind him. “That means he’s a-a-?”

“I’m an angel, yes,” Cas says firmly. “I will not harm your daughter, though I can’t blame you for being cautious of me.” His smile turns wry. “I’d say your reticence is very wise.”

Caleb-Henley-dad-guy seems to relax a little bit.

“Okay,” he says cautiously.

“May I see your elbow?” Cas says, turning gentle eyes to Lily. His voice is a deep rumble: “That looks like some bruise.”

Lily winces.

“Yeah, but I’m brave. It doesn’t hurt all that much,” she quips.

When she brings her little elbow forward, Dean hears sweater-mom take in another rattling gasp.

Calm down, Lady. Yeesh.

“You certainly are brave,” Cas agrees, brushing his fingertips just barely along her skin. “You fall scared even me. May I fix your bruise?”

Lily turns her eyes to her frozen parents and licks her lips nervously. Next, she tracks her eyes to Dean, and finally she looks to Jack.

“If he’s Jack’s daddy,” she says, shifting her gaze to her own father and then back to Cas, “Then he’s safe.”

Dean nods at Cas, and Cas sends a flutter of grace into her arm.

Lily’s mouth opens in a small, silent, “oh,” but she doesn’t look afraid. Instead, she seems struck as she stares up into Cas’s eyes. Then, she wiggles her elbow and rotates it around happily.

“Oh,” she whispers. “You did fix it. Thank you.”

Dean grins.

"Yup. That's Cas."

///

#ficlet #training ficlet #weak in the knees

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Ransom's Redemption (A Chris Evans Fanfic) Chapter 18: Remedies (Ransom POV)

“I look awful!”

I shake my head at the door. “You just barfed up half your digestive tract from morning sickness, you’re entitled to look a little off.” I joke softly. She didn’t laugh, not even a little. “C’mon, let me in.”

She sniffles. “No.”

“C’mon, I gotta pee,” I lie quickly. “Mimi—”

She groans and opens the door.

I come in and see her teary eyed and to my surprise, a little pale. She got vomit on part of her sweater.

“This is a new sweater,” she wails. “And I look like what I just flushed!”

I shake my head, and smile. “You’re still beautiful to me.” I move to hold her and she steps back.

“You’re wearing my favorite sweater!” She gasps. “I—”

I take off her sweater, and then remove my own. I pull her into my arms. “They’re just sweaters, Mimi.”

“I am so tired of this,” she sniffs.

“How about no food till after eleven?”

“But you have to eat—”

“Hey,” I shrug. “I’ll just go to Tea Time everyday, order ahead,” I caress her cheek. “Okay?” I wipe her tears and can’t help but chuckle. Standing here teary eyed and frazzled, she reminds me of how she looked when we were kids and the idea of a mini her just pulls my heartstrings. “Aw, come here.” I hold her close, and in seconds, she puts her arms around me and sags against me. “There ya go—”

There is a knock at the door.

“Who is that?” she wails softly.

“Hold on,” I kiss her forehead. “Get cleaned up, okay? Be right back.” I frown as soon as I get close to the door. “Who?”

“Joanna?”

“Oh, Mrs. Miller, now is—”

“I can help.”

I open the door. “Mrs. Miller, I—”

“Joanna,” She slaps my chest gently with the back of her hand. She walks right past me with a tray of tea and toast. “Aw, honey, it’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Oh!” Mimi manages a watery smile. “Hi. It’s worse than I thought it would be.”

“I brought something that can settle your stomach,” Joanna smiles gently. “Come on. Oh, Ransom? Michael said there was something for you to look at, needed fixing?”

I hesitated but Mimi looked better already, and whatever was on that tray, it made her hungry, I could tell. “Uh…okay.”

I head to the Miller apartment and just as I am about to knock the door opens. “Hey, Mike—” I stop talking as I smell food.

“Come on in, Ransom,” Mike waves me in. “Bet you’re starvin’, huh?”

“Yeah,” I admit.

“Got bacon and eggs with toast today.”

“Sounds good,” I admit. “Smells good, too.”

“Well, come on, there’s enough.”

I sit with Mike at the kitchen table and he serves food from the stove. “This is really nice of you.”

“Aw, it’s nothin’ really,” Mike smiles widely. “I remember when Jojo went through morning sickness for the first time. I didn’t know what to do. I felt so helpless.”

“Yeah,” I nod. “I don’t think Mira is going through anything.”

“No, Sy lucked out this time,” Mike laughs soflty. “but he may not next time. Two of our kids gave Jojo morning sickness.” He takes a sip of coffee. “My mom, bless her, gave Jojo the cinnamon toast and ginger tea that she is giving to your wife now.”

“Your mom, huh?”

“Yeah,” Mike nods. “Salt of the earth, that woman. She was always nice to Jojo, didn’t like my brother’s wife, though. Anyway, that recipe got handed down. And now, it’s getting handed to you. You should learn to make it for her. You may need it again.”

“Again?” I laugh.

“I don’t believe you two or Sy and Mira are having just one kid,” I shrug. “Too affectionate, too passionate.” He laughs harder. “Too careless!”

“You had four, didn’t you?”

“Well, you see my point.”

We both laugh at that.

A little later, Joanna comes back.

“How is she?”

“She’s fine, might be sleeping again, though.”

“Thank you, Joanna.” I said honestly and hugged her.

“Oh, honey!” she laughs happily. “What are friends for?”

“Thanks, Mike.” I say gratefully.

“Aw, come here, kid!” Mike hugs me. “Here if you need us, alright.”

I nod, and go upstairs to find Mimi asleep…wearing my sweater. “Change of plan.” I tell myself. I open our closet. I pick another one and slip it on.

“That’s a nice one, too.”

I turn to see Mimi laying on the bed, looking sleepy-eyed but better than before.

“Hey, you!” I say softly and lay down facing her. “You know you didn’t have to throw up to get my sweater. You could have asked.”

She chuckles softly. “I’ll remember that next time.”

“You make me want to stay in bed and veg out.”

“Sorry, not sorry.”

“Today is a short one,” I tell her. “Meet me at Tea Time?”

“Okay.”

“You really like that sweater?” I ask.

“I like the way it smells.”

I feel my face slightly flush. “So I guess I’m handing this one over tomorrow.”

‘More than likely.”

I kiss her nose. “Later.”

“Later.”

I head out to the car, and the idea hits me. I call Mira.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mira, got an idea,” I say as I slide in the car. “Is it possible to add hangover and morning sickness remedies to the menu?”

“That’s actually easy since some of the foods are the same.”

“Would it cost us?”

“Not much, some of it is already on the menu.”

“Can we asterisk it or something?”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“And maybe have a hangover combo on Saturday and Sunday mornings?”

She laughs. “It’s worth a try. I mean, it’s basically ginger mint tea and a simple cup of soup with toast.”

“You’ve been talking to Joanna.”

“Yes, and I eat her cinnamon toast whether I have morning sickness or not.”

I laugh at that. “Great, so it’s more of a we have it but haven’t called it that thing.”

“Yep.”

“Great.”

“Is she coming today?”

“Mimi will be there soon,” I smile. “Just no morning schedules, okay?”

“I already know. See you later.”

“Thanks, Mira.” I click off and head out.

I drive to Clockwork Orange, but go next door to what will become the Mancave.

“How’s it coming?” I ask.

“It’s going good, but we need to promote, here,” Trey says. “I heard Tea Time is doing alright.”

I shrug. “Getting by. What do you wanna do?”

“A co-ed brunch on Saturdays,” he suggests.

“Not Sunday, man,” Brian calls, hearing the conversation as he cleans glasses at the bar. “Sunday sports are sacred.”

“I got a suggestion,” Lucas comes over from his t-shirts. “How about a monthly father and son, or father and kids?”

It sounds interesting, but a bar? I look at Trey and Brian. They are clearly not on board, though in varying levels. Trey has no kids but Brian lives with his lady and the kids, at times loving being at work “to breathe and think a little.” But Lucas is not with his kid’s mom anymore. He has on more than one occasion complained about how to spend time with his kid on a budget. We share a look; I am about to be a daddy, a real one. Suddenly, I get it. My dad wanted to teach me business, and he took me on a few outings with potential business partners, but to just spend time? I give a small smile. “How?”

“Thought it through,” Lucas smiles widely. “We could have hot dogs or pizza, simple stuff, and we could have games or viewing parties or even field trips—”

“That sounds like a bus rental,” I frown. Those can get expensive on weekends.

“How about a van?”

“We gotta research that,” I told him.

“Okay, I’ll look into it then,” he smiles. “or maybe we can look into buying a used one?”

“Like you said, look into it,” I nod. He looks so excited. I have to give him that chance. “A van wouldn’t be a bad idea. We could shuttle people to events or something, sponsor a crawl, a bachelor party?”

“A crawl,” Trey nods with a grin. “Now you’re talkin’!”

“Hey, I got nothin’ against kids, but drinking fathers?”

I froze.

“Two beer maximum,” Lucas interjects. “out of respect to the kids?”

I sigh. “Do the research, get back to me. That two beer max sounds like too much, man. We should be alcohol free for family events, I think.”

Lucas nods, but turns and leaves, happier.

“You really gonna let him do this, man?” Brian asks.

“If we can make it work once a month, why not?”

Brian rolls his eyes.

“I think we can do it cheaper than movies these days, I think,” Trey thinks aloud. “I’ll do some checking too.”

“Okay—” My phone rings and I chuckle. “Never a dull moment. Okay, later, guys.” I click on as I walk out the door, seeing my photographer’s name on the screen. “Yeah, Paul?”

“Guess what?” his voice is brimming with excitement.

“What?” I ask, rolling my eyes.

“I got you Evince!”

“What?”

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#chris evans #chris evans fandom #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #ransom fan fiction #ransom drysdale x reader

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minarcana · 1 year

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Laurel is grabbed outside the Crystarium apartments by a man in clear duress. She's on alert immediately— if someone needs her help, they're getting it, and whoever this guy is he's very worried about something. Is there a monster trying to break in, some leftover pocket of light, a-- "My wife's giving birth and they kicked me out of the room because I am apparently unhellpful but it's gotta be soon and I don't know what to do and you gotta tell them to let me back in because if I'm out here I'm just worried something's going to go wrong."

The man's words tumble out in a single breath. Laurel blinks. Then, Laurel perks up immediately, a smile on her lips and business in her gaze. "I'm your girl, then!" She tightens the ribbon keeping her ponytail up and hops over to the staircase, calling for the man to catch up and lead the way.

He does, and sprints ahead of her, hands a-wringing. Laurel herself is full of a clear excitement that has her steps light. She's a practiced midwife— as deeply infrequent as it is for Viera communities to have births to celebrate, she's been around for a handful and it's always been her favourite thing to help with. A bright satisfaction in seeing a rare newborn brought into the world, the light of being able to help. Even if all she did was make sure water was supplied and hold the mother's hands.

Laurel and the soon-to-be father arrive at the tail end of the experience, to Laurel's slight disappointment. She wanted to help.... "Hello," Laurel calls gently as she enters. "Your husband's back, and I'm here if you need anything fetched?"

The midwife turns from where she's finishing up cleaning the infant, currently nestled in the mother's arms. She tsks at the reintroduction of an overly-fretting elf to the room, but her eyes widen as soon as she recognizes Laurel. "He brought you? But-- you're the Exarch's guest, surely you have important business he dragged you away from!"

"No, no!" Laurel waves her hands in front of her, trying to dismiss that notion as quick as possible. "I wanted to— and a baby is worth dropping everything for. Eh, can I... can I see the new one?"

The baby's mother smiles at her and leans back. "Of course. Do you want to hold her? A blessing from the Warrior of Darkness will be a lovely story to tell her when she's older."

Laurel approaches softly, taking the swaddled newborn with great care.

She's so little. It's been so long since she even saw a baby, much less held one. Delicate little rounded features that don't even scrunch up as she's held by someone other than her mother, a fresh new life that came to be on the same day natural sunlight and darkness did. A person who got the chance to live, and live safely, and create her own future, after Laurel wrested the choice to make a future from Emet-Selch's hands.

This little girl can live happily because of all the suffering and bloodshed. Laurel carried the light and fought and burned and near about died and because of that, this tiny little baby can sleep off the arduous task of being born as Laurel holds her. A tear falls on the baby's cheek, then another— Laurel sniffs and leans back, wiping her crying off of the child with the gentlest motion she's made in years.

Even her hands soaked up to the elbows in other people's blood can hold a child, and leave no stain behind. Even she, whose only function is to slaughter the world's enemies, is allowed to hold a baby, whose future Laurel can offer and protect. "Miss Laurel...?" The mother's hesitant, worried voice comes across. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," Laurel says. She leans and gives a little kiss to the bridge of the baby's nose, the same place where Laurel wears her family's tattoo. A blessing. May you be protected ever on.

She passes the baby back to her mother and smiles, wiping her tears once her hands are free. "Sorry. It's just— being born right as the world returns to balance. It's got to be a good sign, right? I'm... really glad. Even if all our fighting had done was ensure this little one was born, that alone would have been enough for me. And you, too, being able to make it to this point..."

Laurel stands and can't help but give a broad grin. "I'm really happy. Thank you." From stagnancy and war and these pockets of desperation where of course life continued on, Laurel knew that, but it's different seeing it directly. It's different knowing that now life can continue easier, and without a creeping mold.

Ah, she's going to cry again....

#drabble : laurel #mun plays ffxiv #charri like 'tell me if u write about this so i can cry' like damn ok now i gotta

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blackhakumen · 11 months

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Mini Fanfic #1104: Dad to Dad Phone Call (Sonic)

11:34 a.m. at Crocodiles' Household: The Chaotix Detective Agency's Office........

TEAM CHAOTIX! Great Detectives! You want-

Vector: (Answers the Call) Yello? You've reached the Chaotix Detective Agency's Office hotline where we solve cases for an honest living-

A loud, wet sounding cry suddenly rings through the phone's speaker as Vector quickly pulls it away from his ears for a few seconds, recognizing that voice from anywhere.

Vector: Eggman? Is this really you?

Eggman: Yes. ('Sniff') It is I.....('Sniff') Dr. Ivo Robotnik Eggman....('Sniff') Evil scientist....('Sniff') And FATHER OF TWOHOHOHOHOOOO!~ (Continues Crying on the Other Line)

Vector: Uhh.....You good there, doc? You wanna....call later or-

Eggman: No! No. ('Sniff') Don't hang up. ('Sniff') There's something VERY important I need to tell you! ('Sniff') and it involves Sage and Metal.

Vector: (Eyes Widened Before Quickly Getting Up From his Chair He Was Sitting On) You serious!? What happened? Are they okay?

Eggman: Yeah. ('Sniff') They're just fine. ('Sniff') Wonderful even! ('Sniff') The best in the whole world! ('Sniff')

Vector: (Starts Getting Even More Confused by the Call) ......Ooookay. (Sits Back Down on his Chair) Sooo what did your kids do that made you wanna call here exactly?

Eggman: ('Sniff') Okay, so.....('Sniff') Earlier this morning, I was waking up, getting ready to ruin someone's day or whatever till the kids walked in the room and....a-a-and...I...

Flashback

Sage: (Shows Her Father of Each Drawing She and Metal Drew Together With a Sign that Says "The World's Best Evil Father" on the Top ) Here's Big Brother Metal carrying the sign while igniting his mechanic hover shoes.....

Metal Sonic: ('Scarps Noises')

Sage: Cubot blowing on this gold like musical instrument known as the trumpet, Orbot throwing the confetti around the area, and here is Sonic the Hedgehog groveling on the ground in defeat while you bask in the glory of finally defeating him once and for all. It's not much and our respective artstyles are not much to write home about, but we do hope that this gift is enough to show how much we love you and that we will continue to root for you until the ends of time and space as we know it.

Sage and Metal then puts on the biggest smiles on both of their faces towards their teared up creator and father.

End of Flashback

Eggman: IT WAS THE BEST DRAWING I'VE EVER GOTTEN IN MY MISERABLE LIFHAHAEEEEEE! (Begins to Cry on the Other Line)

Vector: (Burst Out Laughing) Ahaha man! Is this what the big fuss is about? A drawing your kids made?

Eggman: (Stops Laughing Before Growling in the Other Line) I am having an emotional breakdown right now and you are LAUGHING!?

Vector: (Dies Down his Laughing) Sorry, sorry.....I wasn't laughing at you. For the most part.

Eggman: LIKELY STORY!

Vector: I wasn't! Really! I was just laughing at the time when Baby Carrot drew a picture of me for Father's Day a year or two ago. (Chuckles Lightly at the Memory) It was so adorable and sweet that I went bursting into water works myself. I can show it to you if you want.

Eggman: (Finally Calms Himself Down) Sure, but..... ('Sniff') Do you mind showing it to me later? Something tells me my eyes wouldn't last a second seeing it without crying again. Is this really one of the few things you have to go through as a father? Tearing up over some..... basic drawing?

Vector: Hey, when it's your kids who went out of their way to make that basic drawing of you, you tend to get emotional real fast. It just goes to show how much they care.

Eggman: Yeah.....(Turns to see Sage and Metal Watching Something on Their Tablet Together) It's nice to have yiur kids fondly of me, isn't it?

Vector: (Happily Nodded) It sure is. I may not be their real, biological father or anything, but....It always makes me happy to see them look up to me as one, you know? It's like I have more of a purpose in life than just being a detective.

Eggman: Yes, well, I suppose despite that minor fact, you still managed to become a marvelous father in your own right.

Vector gets taken aback by a compliment from Eggman of all people, in a brief second before putting on a bright smile om his face.

Vector: Thanks, Doc! I think you're a good dad too. For a evil nut job.

Eggman: I'm an evil scientist, you mindless dolt! There's a difference.

Vector: Uh-huh. Suuure it is-

??????: Ohhhh Vector-Kins~

Vector turns to see his wife, Vanilla, and four of their kids standing together in front of the office's doorway holding freshly baked cake that says "Best Detective Dad" written in green icing. This, in turn, causes his eyes to widen in surprise.

Everyone: Happy Father's Day!~

Vector: No way....You guys did all of this.....(Eyes Begins to Water Up) For me?

Cream: (Smiles Brightly) Why, of course!~ There's no other daddies that lives here but you~

Charmy: And what better way to show how much you mean us than to make this awesome cake, which I call dibs on the one and three quarters of it by the way.

Espio: Charmy.

Charmy: What? This cake looks and smells delicious!

Cream: (Pouts at Charmy Along with Cheese) And it's meant to be shared by daddy and all of us!

Cheese: Chao!

Vanilla: (Gives The Young Bee The Motherly Glare) Charmy Bee, what do we say about sharing?

Charmy: ('Sighs in Defeat') Sharing is most certainly caring.......

Vanilla: That's right. And it would be very rude to eat most of it up from your father and the rest us. Isn't that right, Vector? (Turns to See her Husband in Tears) Vector?

Vector: (Too Emotionally Moved to Speak Properly)

Eggman: Uhh....Vector? Is everything alright over there?

Vector: M-M-My kids.....M-M-My b-beautiful wife.....THEY MADE ME A FATHER'S DAY CAKEEEEEEEEEEEE!~ (Finally Burst Out in Tears as He Drops his Phone Down on his Desk)

Vanilla: (Quickly Rushes Over to Her Husband's Side to Hug Him with Cheese and Cream Doing the Same Afterwards) Oh my sweet Vector-Kins, Its okay~

Espio: (Walks Over to the Gang While Holdimg the Cake I'm his Hands) It seems you've been holding your emotions in for a while now.

Charmy: Yeah......So does this mean I can have most of the cake now or-

Everyone: CHARMY!

Charmy: I'm kidding! I'm kidding!.....Sort of.

Eggman: So is this your way of saying I should call you back or what?

Vanilla: (Picks Up the Phone amd Continues the Call) Dr. Eggman, is that you on the line? Happy Father's Day!

Eggman: Yes, yes. Happy Father's Day to you too. Is your husband gonna be okay?

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) Oh, he'll be fine. (Gently Rubs Vector's Shoulder) He just need to let his emotions out from his system is all. Tell you what. If you're not busy at the moment, would you like to the park with us and then join us for dinner afterwards? I'm making lasagna~

Vector: BEST LASAGNA IN THE WOOOORLLLLD!~

Eggman: Hm. Don't really have much to do on my schedule at the moment.....Sure. why not.

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) Spendid!~ I'll call you back as soon as we get our hardworking detective to calm down. See you soon~

Eggman: Yes, you too. Bye.

End Call

Eggman: (Starts Stretching his Arms Up in the Air) Welp! It's better than doing nothing and cry all day along. (Turns Back to Sage and Metal Sonic) Kids, get yourself ready! We're visiting the Crocodiles again today.

Sage/Metal Sonic: (Holds Both Their Hands Up in the Air in Rejoice) Yay!~\('Scrap Noises')

Happy (Late) Father's Day!

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