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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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Next installation of the POTC AU, at long last! Sorry for the delay...RL has been a bit of a hindrance, and I also had to kind of restructure some things in the storyline to help with flow and such, and that resulted in me having to draw another drawing, and yeah, blah blah, Tory lost her sense of rhythm and pretty much daily update schedule in the process. XD; Mea culpa!

In this part, we’ll have focus on both sides of the “divide,” with both Carewyn and her new ally Davy Jones/Finn McGarry @theguythatdraws and Charlie Weasley (pictured above in an even more pirate-y coat and hat than we saw last) and his sloop’s passenger Chiara Dalma. Will our pirate friends be able to reach Shipwreck Cove before they’re cut off by our non-pirate ones?

Interestingly enough, there was a pirate called Moody in the 1700s, though this one was Christopher Moody, not Alastor. Not much is known about him aside from his brutality (refusing to take prisoners), his unique Jolly Roger flag (which was red and gold rather than black), and his death by hanging in 1722. Pirate!Mad-Eye is going to be much more like his book/movie/game counterpart, but I just thought it was a fun coincidence. (Particularly his red/gold color scheme for his flag, which of course are Gryffindor colors!!)

Jules Farrier-Weasley belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier, last part is here, and whole tag is here! Hope you enjoy!

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Carewyn knew there was no way she would be able to get Jones’s heart as long as her men were guarding the Chest -- yet, at the same time, she couldn’t just order them to abandon it without cause...and she’d need that time, if she wanted to unlock it without stealing the key from Rakepick. And so she’d need a proper diversion.

Davy Jones himself came up with a solution. If the Flying Dutchman was engaged in battle, then the soldiers might have to jump in to help defend it. All they’d have to make sure of was that the enemy they engaged in battle was one Cutler Beckett would approve of -- namely, one of the more wanted pirates in the Caribbean, and someone who could end up being one of the Pirate Lords.

“I do not know any of the pirates’ current list of so-called ‘Lords,’” said Jones, “but if I were to guess, I would say your brother’s a viable candidate.”

Carewyn shook her head. “Rakepick blew up the Tower Raven. Jacob managed to escape, but he only has one other person with him and he won’t have a ship.”

“Not his flagship, perhaps, but the rest of his fleet would have still survived,” pointed out Jones. “And the more ships there are, the most justification there would be for your Navy reinforcements. Once I have my heart returned, I can always call off the attack -- there’s no need for me to capture or kill them, aside from following Beckett’s direction.”

And so it was very reluctantly that Carewyn agreed to let Jones covertly seek out the remainder of the Tower Raven’s fleet while supposedly looking for Shipwreck Cove. Little did Carewyn know that the Tower Raven’s fleet was likewise headed for Shipwreck Cove, and that they were on a collision course with a tiny red sloop steered by Charlie Weasley.

When Charlie came upon the fleet of pirate ships, he initially wasn’t too worried. Yeah, naturally, they dwarfed his vessel easily, but he presumed that they were heading for Shipwreck Cove as well, and they didn’t have much reason to attack a small sloop like his. What Charlie hadn’t factored in was that the captain of one of those ships -- Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody -- had gone through his fair share of trauma when he used to be in the Navy and was something of a paranoid sort...and so within minutes, the little sloop Charlie and Chia Dalma were on was soon pursued by Moody’s much larger galleon, called the Phoenix.

Fortunately Charlie was more than talented enough of a sailor to keep his head. Using the advantage of his boat’s size, he weaved expertly through the remainder of the Tower Raven’s ships to evade the Phoenix’s cannon fire.

“Oi!” Charlie bellowed up at one of the ships he was hiding behind. “Tell your mate to bugger off! I’m not with the bloody Navy!”

Chia made no move to help Charlie: instead she stood on the other side of the sloop, watching the seas with a wary eye. There was something troubling on the wind -- something in the air...

A pirate from the Phoenix came up to the railing to look down at Charlie and Chia on their sloop as Charlie sailed it around his galleon. He was a broad-shouldered man about Charlie’s age with dark red hair under a black bandana and small emerald green eyes, and he was dressed in a burgundy-colored coat.

“Hey -- you!” the pirate bellowed down at him. “Down there! Shout up your name!”

Charlie hesitated at first. He knew it was unlikely that most pirates would recognize his name as being that of a pirate -- if anything, the name “Weasley” was associated more with the Navy, even if he, Jules, and Bill had recently been branded criminals.

‘Even so,’ he thought, ‘I’m never going to be able to build a reputation as anything other than a Navy veteran if I don’t use my name. And well, these guys answer to Carey’s brother -- it should be safe...’

“I’m Charlie Weasley!” he shouted back. “Quartermaster of the Revolution under Captain Jules Farrier-We -- ack!”

Before Charlie could even finish, both he and Chia had gotten a net thrown over them and they were hauled aboard the Phoenix.

As Charlie had feared, the name “Weasley” made everyone on the Phoenix tense up with suspicion. Charlie’s “twin,” it turned out, had been swept up by Cutler Beckett, who was now flaunting the fact that the famous, brilliant young Commodore Carey Weasley was answering to him and helping him with his new anti-piracy campaign. Charlie knew full well the only reason Carewyn could be associating with Beckett was to try to sabotage him, but the Phoenix’s Captain Moody seemed doubtful of that explanation. His First Mate, Barnaby Lee -- the young man who had first demanded Charlie’s name -- seemed noticeably less suspicious, but wasn’t half as assertive or articulate as Moody, so the Captain’s conclusion won out among the crew.

Charlie and Chia were soon hauled down to the brig with the thought that once the fleet arrived in Shipwreck Cove, Moody’s superior, Black Jack Roberts -- were he still alive -- would be able to discern how best to deal with them. Charlie hadn’t been too surprised that Jacob hadn’t told everyone in his fleet that “Carey Weasley” was really his sister, but he couldn’t help but curse the fact that Jacob had merely ordered that his men not “damage anyone with the name ‘Weasley’ and immediately bring them to him to deal with.” Even if he had to keep up a “tough guy” image, it would’ve been nice if Jacob had factored in the possibility that he wouldn’t be leading his fleet.

Unfortunately Moody’s suspicion had a real cost. Because of his focus on Charlie and Chia Dalma, he wasn’t focusing on the turbulence of the seas and skies that Chia picked up on -- and so had no warning whatsoever when the Flying Dutchman attacked. Soon the entire fleet of ships that once sailed under the Tower Raven was hotly engaged in battle with the infamous ship of the damned, pirates facing off against both cursed sailors and Navy officers.

While Davy Jones, his crew, and the Navy’s officers were fighting on the upper deck, Carewyn had stowed away below deck to where the Dead Man’s Chest had been left. After sending the remainder of the patrol above deck to help with the sea battle, Carewyn immediately got to work picking the lock on the Chest. Although it was a bit trickier to do it on her own than it had been with Percy, that hindrance was counteracted somewhat by her having unlocked the Chest once before. Within fifteen minutes, Carewyn had unlocked the two-sided lock and opened the Chest.

But when she opened it, she found it completely empty.

“It seems we truly are as alike as I thought.”

Carewyn whirled around.

Rakepick was leaning her shoulder against the door frame. She’d discarded her tricorn hat just as Carewyn had since they were no longer on deck, and her dark blue eyes were locked on the Commodore’s face as though it were a target.

Carewyn immediately pulled out her pistol, pointing it right at Rakepick.

“Where is the heart?” she said very coldly.

“I confiscated it,” said Rakepick simply, “back when I checked to make sure Jones’s key works.”

“On Beckett’s orders?” asked Carewyn.

Had she truly not fooled Beckett, after all? Had Rakepick been sent to watch her as well as Jones? Her face blanched at this thought.

“For my own benefit,” said Rakepick. “Just as I daresay your attempt to steal the heart also was.”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not stealing anything.”

”I don’t know what else you’d call picking the lock on a Chest that’s in the custody of the British Navy,” said Rakepick with a rather cool smile.

Carewyn clicked her pistol and pointed it right at Rakepick’s head.

“Hand over the heart,” she murmured, “now.”

Rather than looking the least bit intimidated, however, Rakepick almost looked more pleased. She eased herself off the door frame and took a few steps closer to Carewyn.

“You intend to kill me, Commodore?” she said.

“I would prefer not to,” Carewyn answered icily. “But I suggest you don’t push me -- I can still shoot you in plenty of places that would be extremely painful or deadly, if left untreated. And no one would come to help you with your wounds -- there’s more than enough noise above deck to muffle any gun shots that might come from down here.”

Rakepick’s lips spread into an even fuller, satisfied smile as she came to a halt just a foot from Carewyn. “I see. If I’m dead, you won’t learn where the heart is. Very astute, Miss Weasley.”

Carewyn stiffened sharply.

“I knew it as soon as I saw you,” said Rakepick softly. “I daresay because your family is poor, you didn’t have enough prospects to just marry into money. Probably were too independent and self-sufficient to settle for that, as well....so you joined your brothers in the Navy by dressing as another son. I suppose ‘Carey’ is just a play on your real name -- is it Cara? Or Carina?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Carewyn whispered.

She tried to obscure her fear with anger, but it was proving difficult -- her face was as white as a sheet.

Rakepick couldn’t fight back a scoff. “Now, really, Commodore -- do you truly think you’re the only woman who realized how few opportunities there are, for us to get ahead in this world run by men? I dressed as a man and joined the Navy myself during the War, fighting the French off the coast of Africa as a privateer for his Majesty’s Navy.”

She started striding in a leisurely circle around Carewyn, even as the Commodore kept a beady eye on her.

“‘Patrick Rakepick,’ I was called then. I probably would’ve continued that way too, had privateering not been outlawed with the end of the War. Suddenly all of the skills I had learned -- just as with all privateers -- became illegal and therefore useless. I was at the bottom once again, even worse off than before, thanks to the time lost and the injuries suffered. So I did what many other privateers did -- I became a pirate, so I could continue using those skills the Crown had taught me to support myself -- ”

“By pillaging merchant ships and attacking innocent people,” Carewyn spat. She wished she’d been able to keep her temper, but the mental image of this woman shooting Jacob in the back and pushing him overboard had rippled through her mind and it was a knife to her heart she couldn’t bear.

“We all have to do things we’re not proud of in order to survive, Miss Weasley,” said Rakepick very quietly. “That’s the reason you’ve stayed in line with Beckett yourself, is it not?”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. Rakepick took her silence as an excuse to press further.

“I saw the way you treated the prisoners from Tortuga. You did not treat them as Jones would, or even as any other officer would. You insisted they be fed and watered consistently, despite their large numbers and their shortened lifespans. You gave one a Bible, on request. You even moved a woman into a different cell so she could be with her husband for the rest of the voyage back to Port Royal, without even being asked.”

Rakepick’s dark blue eyes surveyed Carewyn with something interested, almost admiring, as she came to a halt just behind the shorter young woman.

“You have the heart of a guardian, Miss Weasley. Something not frequently seen in any line of work I’ve ever been part of -- privateering, piracy, or pirate hunting...and something never found among men like Cutler Beckett. It makes you want to protect others as well as yourself. It makes you a natural leader -- one that anyone would be foolish to deny their proper place.”

“I don’t need your flattery, Rakepick,” Carewyn said coldly, turning on her heel to face the older woman once again.

“This is not flattery,” Rakepick answered just as coldly. “It’s advice from someone who has been in your shoes. It’s not easy for anyone without money and status to get ahead in this world, but it’s even harder for a woman. Even when she’s able to acquire those things, there’ll always be a man attempting to clip her wings, so as to make him feel more powerful -- more in control. Even the tale of the goddess Calypso herself proves this. She ruled the seas, until the Pirate King and his Brethren Court ‘bound her’ into human form and stole control for themselves. They were powerless in the face of the Crowns of Europe...and so they exerted power over someone they could hurt.”

“Yet Cutler Beckett hired you, regardless of your sex,” said Carewyn, raising her eyebrows.

Rakepick crossed her arms over his chest. “Cutler Beckett will clip anyone’s wings, female or otherwise, if it benefits himself. Hence why I need this leverage over him.”

“Seems like the leverage is much more over Jones, considering you hold his life in your hands,” Carewyn cut her off harshly. “Now enough stalling -- give me Jones’s heart.”

Rakepick gave a half-frustrated, half-exhausted sigh. “Miss Weasley, do you truly think I wouldn’t have handed the heart over to you already, if I could? I’ve already made it more than clear I trust Beckett as little as you do. I’m not in this fight for him. I have no more love for either the Navy or the pirates than you do. I assure you -- we’re on the same side in this.”

‘Doubtful,’ Carewyn thought spitefully.

Nonetheless she could tell that she’d been outmaneuvered. Rakepick wasn’t going to hand over Jones’s heart, whether because it wasn’t on the ship or Rakepick was just too brave to give in to any threats she might make. She’d lost the element of surprise completely...and if force wasn’t going to work, then a new strategy was clearly needed. She needed to find out the heart’s new location. So, very reluctantly, she tucked her pistol back into its holster.

“If you’re so out for yourself,” said Carewyn coldly, “and you believe me to be just as out for myself...then we can’t be on the same side, Rakepick.”

Rakepick’s eyebrows rose over her narrowing dark blue eyes.

“I never said you were out for yourself, Miss Weasley -- merely that we are alike.”

She swept past Carewyn and headed for the door. When she reached the door frame, however, she paused. Turning her head back toward Carewyn, she spoke a bit more seriously.

“The battle between the Navy and the Pirate Brethren Court is going to be a fierce one. It would truly be in your best interest to get and stay off the Dutchman, before that fight begins.”

Carewyn shot a suspicious look over her shoulder without turning around.

“What battle?” she asked lowly.

“The place where all pirates will have to make their final stand.”

“You’re so assured of that? We haven’t even found Shipwreck Cove,” Carewyn pointed out. “Come to think of it...shouldn’t you know where Shipwreck Cove is, since you were a pirate yourself?”

Rakepick’s eyes flashed.

“I’m afraid not,” she said, her voice noticeably icier than it had been previously.

The question seemed to have gotten under Rakepick’s skin, and Carewyn suspected she knew exactly why. Only pirate captains were generally told the the location of Shipwreck Cove -- since she hadn’t assumed captainship through “Code-sanctioned” means, Rakepick couldn’t have been told by anyone else on the crew of Howell Davis’s ship where Shipwreck Cove was.

‘Serves you right, for what you did to Jacob,’ Carewyn thought, and she couldn’t completely fight back a small smirk.

“Regardless,” said Rakepick, “it won’t take long to find it. You saw the map Beckett designed, in your office -- it’s been finished, since you last saw it. The world’s edges have been drawn and charted, and so too have all of the places pirates could’ve once hidden. Now that they’ve been fenced in and the British Crown has allocated its Navy to the East India Trading Company’s war on piracy...it’s only a matter of time before all pirates face extinction. Those in power will not surrender it peacefully...least of all to those they’ve decided to treat as inferiors...so they’ll use every bit of that power they’ve accrued to try to quash any resistance. Those remaining pirates will have to either adapt to this terrifying new world their rebellion has molded...or perish.”

Rakepick turned away.

“And you, Miss Weasley...should not remain on the Dutchman. You don’t belong on a ship like this.”

Even as Rakepick left, Carewyn remained where she was, standing straight-backed in the center of the room with her fists clenched. Then, after a long moment, she brought a hand up to the lid of the empty Dead Man’s Chest and shut it with a harsh SNAP.

The sea battle up above raged. Captain Moody, it seemed, was truly a force to be reckoned with, despite his age and wooden limbs. When Navy officers and Dutchman pirates found their way onto the Phoenix, he fought four of them off single-handed, even going so far as to yank a blunderbuss out of his pants and shoot one of them right in the head before smacking two of the others with it as if it were a club. It was just fortunate that Charlie -- newly escaped from the brig thanks to a charm of Chia Dalma’s -- was able to block the sword belonging to the last of them with his own dragon-hilted blade.

Despite this, the Phoenix and the rest of the Tower Raven’s old fleet was severely outmatched, since Jones’s crew couldn’t die. Many ships had already started to flee, only for the Flying Dutchman to cut them down with cannon fire. Even though the Dutchman was no larger than the pirate galleons, it seemed to have the supernatural ability to heal any damage dealt to it within the span of a few minutes -- an ability not shared by Captain Moody, when he swung over to the Dutchman and pursued Jones with singular, irrational focus, only to finally be overpowered and killed by Jones himself.

“NO!” bellowed Barnaby.

Charlie straightened up sharply, his eyes widening in horror, at the sight of Moody falling to his knees, Jones’s blade stuck right through his chest.

Jones regarded the old man with a grim expression.

“Alastor Moody,” he murmured, “do you fear death?”

Moody glared up at Jones with his one good eye, but was clearly too badly injured to speak. So instead he spat at his feet.

Jones looked almost jaded by the reaction -- the way any embodiment of Death would likely be, whenever anyone got mad at them for doing their job.

“Clearly not.”

With this, he rather callously tossed Moody back over onto the deck of the Phoenix and whirled back to his crew.

“Ready the cannons!”

Barnaby immediately rushed to his captain’s side to help him up.

“Captain -- Captain, are you -- ?”

Alas, Moody was still too injured to speak clearly. When he opened his mouth, all he could do was cough up blood. Charlie rushed over too.

“He’s hurt bad,” he muttered. He turned to Chia. “Is there anything you -- ?”

Chia shook her head, her gray eyes very solemn. “I’m sorry, Charles Weasley. There’s no more time I can give him.”

Charlie was startled by the sensation of someone grabbing the collar of his shirt. Moody pulled him down closer to him, trying to whisper into his ear.

"You -- ” he choked through the blood in his mouth, “ -- have the Pacific Ocean’s Piece of Eight -- ?”

Charlie blinked in surprise. He glanced down at the anchor-trimmed “S” button Chia gave him, which he’d pinned to his vest for safe keeping until he could properly sew it somewhere more secure.

“...Yeah,” said Charlie. “Chia Dalma gave it to me.”

Moody squinted up at Charlie.

“...Shipwreck Cove -- is due west, of here. Fifty miles -- through the D-Devil’s -- Throat. Take -- the crew there.”

Charlie was completely blind-sided. “What?”

“Lead them. Take them to -- Shipwreck Cove. To the rest of the Court. To -- Black Jack.”

Charlie’s brown eyes rippled with sadness, seeing how much difficulty Moody was having talking. He was out of time, as Chia had said -- and yet, here he was, putting his crew first.

‘For all of his faults,’ thought Charlie, ‘Mad-Eye Moody is a good captain.’

The second-eldest Weasley took Moody’s wizened hand in both of his and gave it a squeeze.

“I will,” he said firmly. “I promise.”

Blood streamed from Moody’s lips as they curled up in a pained smile. “That’s a good lad...”

He coughed, trying hard to take another breath. This time, however, the blood blocked his throat enough that no oxygen could reach him. And so Moody, in the last shreds of his life, bravely raised his eyes to the sky with a smile.

Barnaby had brought his two large fists up to obscure his face as he started to cry. Charlie hung his head respectfully over the fallen captain of the Phoenix. After a moment, he brought up a hand to close Moody’s eyes and then rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination.

“ALL HANDS, PREPARE THE CANNONS!” he bellowed. “We need all the explosives and smoke bombs we have -- we’re getting the Hell out of here!”

Charlie’s strategy was to assault the Flying Dutchman with two waves of attack. The first would be to damage the ship enough that it would need a few minutes to repair itself -- the second would be a smokescreen, so as to hopefully put enough distance between the Phoenix and the Flying Dutchman that the second couldn’t actively take down the first with its cannon fire. When Charlie ran to the edge of the Phoenix beside Chia Dalma to make the order to fire, he was startled momentarily by who he saw coming up onto the deck of the Dutchman.

It was Carewyn.

Jones confronted her immediately, his eyes narrowed sharply as he barked something to her -- Carewyn looked rather frustrated herself, but Charlie couldn’t make out what they were saying. Within seconds, however, both Jones and Carewyn turned their focus to the battle -- and they both caught sight of the two people at the railing.

Jones’s eyes flickered with shock, disbelief, and something oddly more vulnerable. He’d never seen the human woman on that ship’s railing in his life...but he knew those gray eyes...

“Ca...lypso...?”

Chia Dalma’s hands clutched the railing as her eyes filled with tears and a weak smile prickled at her features.

“Finn,” she breathed.

Carewyn, meanwhile, had met Charlie’s gaze straight on. Her eyes were very wide at the sight of him, just as much as Charlie’s was at the sight of her.

“Carey!” cried Charlie.

His heart felt like it was fit to burst, seeing his surrogate twin again. Part of him just wanted to throw himself over his ship’s railing over to her and pull her into the biggest hug, and yet --

She was on the Dutchman -- the Flying Dutchman, the ship of the damned --

Carewyn’s eyes flooded with fear as she shot her head around, taking in her soldiers fighting off pirates from the rest of the Tower Raven’s fleet on the deck of her ship and the Phoenix’s cannons being turned into the proper position.

Her gaze then shot back to Charlie’s face with urgency.

“BECKETT IS COMING!” she mouthed to him desperately. “BECKETT IS COMING! GO!”

She then yanked her pistol out of her belt and purposefully shot right over Charlie’s head, to make her point. Clenching his jaw, Charlie nonetheless nodded firmly, blinking back some traces of tears as he whirled on his crew.

“FIRST WAVE, FIRE ALL!” he roared.

With the Dutchman effectively hampered by both waves of attack, the Phoenix was able to successfully put a respectable distance between it and the Flying Dutchman. Carewyn tried to keep their focus on the rest of the fleet and on capturing prisoners from those vessels, but Rakepick contradicted her, ordering the Dutchman to shadow the Phoenix in case it was heading to Shipwreck Cove. What Carewyn did not expect was Jones agreeing with Rakepick.

“I want everyone on board the Phoenix locked in my brig,” said the captain of the damned icily, his gaze flaring with raw emotion as he glared at Carewyn. “I will not let them escape me.”

Carewyn knew she’d been outmaneuvered again. There was nothing more she could do, to protect everyone now. It was all up to Charlie now, to warn Bill, Jules, and Jacob...to warn Orion...

The memory of the pirate captain’s calm, dark eyes made Carewyn’s heart clench with longing and pain. He’d always made her feel so much stronger, whenever she felt most useless and hopeless...but right now, more than anything, she longed to have him at her side -- to feel his shoulder resting against hers and see his soft smile once more...

Rakepick was right -- the final battle was coming, sooner than anyone could’ve ever predicted. It was all up to Charlie to warn the Brethren Court now.

#potc au #au #pirates of the caribbean #my art #my writing #charlie weasley #carewyn cromwell #chiara lobosca #Mad-Eye Moody #barnaby lee #finn mcgarry #jules farrier #bill weasley #patricia rakepick #damn it rakepick!#sadly we couldn't afford to set finn free just yet though #gotta get closer to shipwreck cove and reunite him with chia :3 #but yay captain charlie weasley of the phoenix!#he may or may not change the name to something more dragon-like later XD #but yeah technically you gotta be a captain to be a pirate lord #one reason moody gave charlie captainship #and also because as great as barnaby is I think he makes a better First Mate than a Captain #just like bill does XDD #I love putting rakepick and carey in a room together #wonder if you guys can guess who the brethren court members are...#hint: two of them are mc's who have done content for the au #(another mc is the keeper of the code >:3)#four are hphm canon characters #(one of those is charlie of course)#and the last is one of my kiddos >:3

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this-house-is-half-alive · 3 years

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Barnaby, don’t you miss Darnold and Forzen? They’re in the other room- they fell through the stairs again, haha.

BARNABY: Ack, you’re lying to me again!

BARNABY: I do miss them. I miss them a lot... but they’re gone forever. Harold was scared of going because there was nothing out there.

BARNABY: You can’t trick me into going, too! I hate you!!

#thiha #benrey.chr #Anonymous #chapter six

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lins-fandom-hub · 4 years

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Rose and Talbott #2 (fluff), Clara and Barnaby #1 (angst)

SYDDD ACK

It’s been too long since this was requested, but I finally got it done! Prompts below the cut!

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

He glanced up from his parchment to see Penny tilting her head at him, her blue eyes gleaming with concern, and he quickly slipped the parchment under the table out of sight. “What?”

“Talbott, your face is flushing,” Penny told him quietly. “I doubt it’s from the Charms homework Professor Flitwick assigned us today.”

“Charms--oh, no,” Talbott said with a shake of his head. “I could stand to read about Cistem Aperio later, anyway. No, I’ve been…”

He trailed off, partly because he didn’t want to see Madam Pince round on him with a “shh!” at the ready right now, and partly because he was unsure whether whatever he was working on was worth telling anyone right now. The last thing he wanted was for someone to openly boast about him and his secret talents, and for everyone to run after him when his heart ached at the thought of only one girl.

What chance did he have, though? It was probably foolish to think that she would like him when she took another boy out once for the Celestial Ball that he sat out on. She knew Ben Copper much better than she knew him--probably grew a softer spot for him now. Even now he was unsure whether she meant what she said the day after their first date.

His lips tingled at the phantom memory of their first awkward kiss.

“It’s about someone, is it?” Penny finally asked, a small teasing smile spread over her lips.

“N-no!” Talbott protested quietly. “Don’t be ridiculous--”

“Aha! I knew it!” Penny cried, the smile widening into a crazed grin. “You like someone!”

Talbott felt his cheeks burn now with embarrassment as Penny began to laugh in spite of herself, and he slid the parchment onto the table now, burying his face in his hands.

“What gave it away?” he finally asked her, his voice muffled against his robes. “You know I normally keep my emotions to myself.”

“The blush, the slipping of parchment away from my sight--Talbott, the signs!” Penny said. “So who’s the lucky person?”

“I--why?”

“Just want to know!”

Now Talbott shook his head at Penny’s sudden change in demeanour--she went from considerate to teasing, and it wasn’t something he was used to seeing at all. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair, combing it back further out of nervousness. “Well...it’s probably someone you know pretty well--”

“Hey, guys!”

Talbott’s head snapped up at the girl who had just arrived--her dark blue hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders, and her dark brown eyes sparkled like the dew on the grass after a fresh summer rain. His eyes were fixed on her lips pulled into a bright smile--the same pair of lips that gave him his first kiss--and he felt his stomach do a backflip.

“Hey, Rose!” Penny greeted her with a wave. “Thank goodness you’re here. Talbott’s been having a hard time focusing on Charms.”

“What--no!” Talbott denied quickly, shaking his head. “No, I’m doing fine, I--”

“Oh, really?” Rose asked, tilting her head in concern. “Well, that’s not good. I suppose I can help, if it’s no trouble?”

She sat herself down on Talbott’s other side, and instantly her eyes locked on the piece of parchment sitting in front of the boy. Hastily scrawled on it were the words: The petals of a fresh and youthful blossom cannot compare to the enchanting beautiful rose in a midnight garden.

“I’ll leave it to you two, then!” Penny suddenly said, getting up from her chair. “Don’t want Madam Pince to catch me giggling for too long!”

As Talbott watched her go, he felt his stomach twist into a thick tight knot, words jumbled at the tip of his tongue as he looked at Rose reading his writing. When she was done, her eyes glimmered with the beginnings of fresh tears, and he braced himself for the worst.

“It’s beautiful, Talbott,” she finally said. “This piece of prose--who is it for?”

The relief that washed over him did nothing to ease his nerves.

“It’s for you,” he finally forced out. “I’m sorry, Rose--I know you mentioned you brought Ben to the Celestial Ball so I don’t know--”

“Talbott. I meant what I said that day,” Rose reassured him. “I’m willing to write this new story with you and I will wait if I have to. Ben and I...I don’t know. I don’t think I ended up liking him that way after the ball. Besides, if there’s someone I’d rather have look out for me, I’d rather have it be you.”

“Not because I got eagle eyes? Or dorky handwriting?”

Rose laughed and shook her head. “It’s new for both of us. I’m willing to take as much time as we need to start this together.”

As he felt her fingers lock with his, he felt the tension in his stomach ease, and he relaxed as he leaned on her shoulder, feeling her thumb trace over the back of his hand.

Perhaps he did have a chance with her after all.

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“I can’t do anything right.”

She threw herself onto the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling of her bedroom as the daily reminder of Rowan’s death sank in like her body sinking into the mattress. It had been so many years, and yet she felt like everything was spiralling out of her control.

It was her fault Rowan died. It was her fault her best friend wasn’t in this world anymore.

The last two years had been the worst of Clara’s life. Not only did she have to live with that reminder haunting her every night, but she had to fight through every day as a result of it. There was no time for her to rest. The longer time passed, the more useless she felt. Even now as she was going through the Auror training she still felt like she was fighting a losing battle, and that was long after R’s eventual downfall.

R was just one small part of the wizarding world’s dark forces slowly arising, however. The more she thought of the evil she had yet to face, the worse her self-esteem became.

“Clara? I thought I heard you come home early--what’s wrong?”

She heard the door to her room open, and Barnaby was standing by with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand and a Puffskein sitting on his shoulder. As he crossed the room and sat by her on the bed, she rose to a sitting position and gratefully took the light blue mug from his hand, carefully blowing the steam away as it rose from the surface of the drink. Somehow he knew that hot chocolate always made her feel better--and he remembered it too.

“Did Mad-Eye let you go?” he asked her tentatively.

“No. I’m still working hard,” Clara reassured him. “It’s just--you ever find yourself thinking back to one important moment in time where your whole life changed forever?”

Oh no. There went one of these important talks. Barnaby carefully sipped from his hot chocolate now--the hot liquid burned his throat, but he didn’t complain. “Not all the time,” he admitted. “But sometimes.”

Clara nodded at his response, her hands clutching tightly around her mug of hot chocolate. “I just--every day I feel like I’m fighting a war, Barnaby. I thought I’d be over it but I can’t help thinking back to the time Rowan died--I felt like I was there again. Sitting uselessly on the ground while Rakepick delivered the blow and Rowan pushed Ben away--”

R got what they wanted. It was the force of evil that won that battle. Such a small sliver of time, a single moment lost in the fold of many more that preceded and followed it, and yet she still felt like everything that happened since then was her fault.

“I can’t do this, Barnaby,” she finally said. “I just--I feel like I’m mucking everything up right now--none of this would have happened if I could have just done something more to protect her--!”

Barnaby’s eyes widened as Clara broke down, years of holding her frustrations and guilt in finally letting go in one whoosh and a cascade of sobs. He took the mug from her hands and put them down on her night table, and then wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug which she returned without any hesitation, gently rubbing her back with a hand.

“Rowan meant a lot to all of us, Clara,” he murmured. “What she did wasn’t your fault. She loved you so much. She was willing to protect you because of that.”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have left her in the dark! If I hadn’t, she’d still be here!”

“Don’t you get it? She knew she had a future, but she gave that up so you could have it,” Barnaby said. “Selfless and brave, that’s what she was. What did it matter if she knew about your fate back then or not? She did what any loyal friend would have done. I know I would have done the same in her shoes.”

“Yet you’re still here. She isn’t.”

“I can’t speak for her, but she would want you to live your best life. She would want to see you grow and be happy, and that’s better than living a life full of guilt thinking too much about the past.”

It felt like an eternity had passed when she finally calmed down, breathing deeply as she felt her heart beat in time with Barnaby’s. He had a point--Rowan wouldn’t want to see her be sad. She sacrificed herself for a reason, and even if the fight was won, she shouldn’t feel reason to wallow in her regrets. Her mind went to the pendant Rowan’s mother gifted her not too long ago, and she nodded--as hard as it was to break free from the moment that haunted her, she knew she had to if she was to keep moving forward.

“There’s so much evil out there,” she finally mumbled.

“And we’ll fight it together,” Barnaby whispered back.

“Just--just promise me you won’t--” Clara inhaled shakily. “Just don’t leave me right now, alright?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Clara. I promise.”

It sounded so selfish, but she couldn’t face this alone anymore. As the sun eventually set, she felt the burdens of her past slowly lift from her shoulders, the pressure dissipating into thin air. The comfort of Barnaby’s arms around her and his steady warmth was enough for her to feel at ease--a small step on the path of recovery--and she relaxed into him as she laid beside him at night, after begging him to stay with her for the night.

There was no point in thinking about regret. There was only the future that laid ahead--a future she knew she had to make good.

#I think I got way too carried away with both #whoops #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm talbott winger #hphm penny haywood #hphm rose tanaka #hphm clara lin #hphm barnaby lee #from a list of prompts #sorry it took too long

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slytherin-puffskein · 5 years

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Waiting for Sunday

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From @cervo-live-in-arts: What did you just say?

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Featuring @thecursedvaultchild‘s MC, Summer Charn.

Special thanks to @caustic-curses for helping me finding a title.

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“This is getting ridiculous.”

Tearing his gaze away from his book, Laurent shifted his attention to Summer with a frown touching his lips. “What do you mean?”

Summer let out a deep sigh, as if she was getting ready to tell an entire monologue. However, once she leaned forward and pressed her chin against her palm she only looked at Lau with an expression he failed to decipher. “You know exactly what I mean, Berry. This has been going on for two months and you haven’t even made a move!”

“Oh come on, Sum!” The redhead exclaimed, putting his book away. “I got more important things to do than this! I have an exam next Friday, in case you forgot!”

Upon her friend’s reaction Summer couldn’t help but snort, getting off the couch in order to settle on his lap, arm snaking around his shoulders. “Forget about the exam. Lemme think... what other things can you focus on, hm?” She gently pressed her fingertip against Lau’s nose, earning an irritated sigh from him. Suddenly, a glint passed through her eyes. “I know! It’s Sunday.”

Which only meant one thing: Pizza Night. Lau’s face immediately turned as pale as a sheet and he awkwardly shifted on his seat, blushing furiously. Fuck, she knows exactly what she is doing.

Summer tilted her head innocently. “Do you call, or shall I do the honours?”

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Working part-time in a flower shop definitely had it's perks, Laurent couldn't deny it. Each day was filled with beautiful flowers surrounding him, as well as customers sharing the same passion as him. What was there not to like!? It almost, almost appeased him from all the stress college gave him. However, dealing with a job as well as school also had downsides that were most apparent when it came to meals. Laurent adored cooking and Summer definitely enjoyed whatever he whipped up, but sometimes he was just too tired to come up with something. A fact that led to Summer deciding on one thing: Wednesday is Chinese takeout night, and Sunday is Pizza night.

“What did you just say? This is useless, Sum. I can handle some cooking.”

“No you can’t! Now let me call that Chinese restaurant, I heard that their food is amazing.”

He had no choice but to listen to her, and now here they were having takeout nights. While he could tolerate Chinese food, he drew the line at greasy and unhealthy pizza. Why get pizza when you can have something much more tastier? Why would people prefer pizza? The answer was beyond Lau... but he was willing to make a sacrifice for Summer’s sake and let her order some. The first few restaurant have been disastrous, but they eventually settled with one that actually had decent food (it was actually excellent, but Lau was too proud to admit it to Summer and her smug self).

And so, they ordered from that place every Sunday, because he liked the pizza. It wasn’t too greasy, nor too hot, it was just right... so that was definitely why he was always looking forward to Sunday. Why he was always jumping with excitement when the doorbell would ring. Why he always had a smile on his features. Never the thought of the handsome delivery man being the cause of these reactions crossed his mind.

It did cross Summer’s, however. That guy is dafter than I thought if he assumed I wouldn’t notice how starry eyed he gets whenever that delivery man is around. The first few times he came, she had decided to let Lau make a move without her help, but... she quickly realized that he was hopeless. Memories from the last time he came surged back to her mind.

“Hey, Lau!” Barnaby had come to know his name, and vice versa, due to many conversation by the doorstep. “I got your pizza! And, uhm...” He shyly pulled out a flower from his jacket, pink taking over his cheeks. “I found it on the way. I remembered you said you liked flowers-- I actually remembered something, isn’t that amazing?” He quickly shut himself up before speaking again. “A-Anyway, here!”

Taking the flower as well as the pizza box, Laurent was blushing as well, and he awkwardly stood still for a few seconds before finally smiling. “Think goo! I mean, thank you! Au revoir!”

With that he closed the door, his cheeks as red as his hair. That was when Summer finally realized he needed her.

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And she was going to help him, whether he liked it or not. While Laurent ordered on the phone she was crafting a plan, and she adored it. This is going to be absolutely perfect, and while he might hate me at first he’ll thank me a few days later... or weeks. As Laurent hung up, she pulled on an innocent smile, crossing her legs and acting like her most innocent self. “So? How long?”

“They’re in a rush.” He replied while plopping down next to her on the couch, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “But they guaranteed at least fifteen minutes”

“At least fifteen minutes? That’s perfect, we’ll have time to watch a few Youtube videos.”

Laurent was quick to pull out his cellphone.

When the doorbell finally rang, Summer gestured to Laurent to go take it, and he reluctantly did so. The whole thing with the flower was still fresh in his mind and his thoughts were basically clashing against each other. He’s gonna be so weirded out by you, it’s going to be RIDICULOUS. Couldn’t you have just thanked him like a normal person? AND NOT SLAMMED THE DOOR ON HIS FUCKING FACE?

Sucking in a deep breath, he opened the door to be greeted by Barnaby who was adorning his usual smile. Customer service smile, or he actually likes me...? No. He definitely changed his mind and began being into Summer, I wouldn’t blame him.

“H-”

But before Laurent could speak, Barnaby interrupted him: “Hey... erm, listen...” He nervously bit on his lips and Laurent’s heart skipped a beat. He’s gonna confess how much he hates me now. “I... If you weren’t comfortable with the flower, it’s-it’s ok! I guess it was a bit too much... so I wanna apologize! I won’t do it again and-” He trailed off, blushing. “I’m sorry...”

God, he’s adorable. Now it was Laurent’s turn to blush and bite on his lips. “I wasn’t... I didn’t...” He kept stammering for a while before finally speaking properly: “I liked it...”

They were now both looking at each other, blushing. Not saying anything because not a single word felt right in this situation. That was when Summer decided to get up and literally run to Lau, leaping at him and grabbing his shoulders with an excited smile plastered over her face.

“PIZZA!!!”

And just like that, her plan was set into motion as her friend tripped and lost his balance, resulting with him landing right on Barnaby’s chest. Out of reflex, the delivery man wrapped his arms around Lau’s waist in order to prevent what could have been a bad fall, but unfortunately that meant letting go of the pizza box. As he pulled Laurent closer, it smashed between their stomachs and dirtied their clothes with red splotches.

Summer was quick to wipe her smile off her face and pretend pure shock. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed, slapping her hands against her cheeks. “I am so sorry, I totally didn’t--”

Barnaby, however, was too focused on Laurent to listen to Summer. Oh god, oh god, I’m holding him. He’s so... short and pretty look at his HAIR. “A-Are you ok?” He squealed.

Laurent raised his head and their gazes met, resulting with shivers taking over his entire body. “I-I’m ok, don’t worry. Are you? You’re not hurt, right?” And then, looking down. “Ack! The pizza!! I’m so, so sorry!”

And then it was Barnaby’s turn to react to this disaster as panic started spreading over his features: “Ah! My boss is going to kill me! Look at my uniform! Look at your clothes! Your outfit looked so good, and now--” He forced himself to stop speaking. Idiot, it’s not the time to compliment him! Now was the time to find a solution!

Summer Charn, sitting calmly on the nearest couch, tilted her head. “I can clean it for you, meanwhile you just wait for me to be done. I swear, it’ll be so quick you'll have time to get back to work without your boss yelling at you.”

Barnaby blinked, trying to register Summer’s words. “You would? That’s so kind! Thank you, thank you!”

“Alright, then. You can chill here. Lau, go change.”

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And that was how Barnaby Lee ended up wearing one of Lau’s oversized sweaters. Sitting together, they were watching Youtube videos and silence was latched into the air. Barnaby finally broke it, however.

“I’m sorry, you know, for the pizza. I, er...”

“Don’t sweat it, Barnaby” Lau reassured, selecting a cat video. “If... If I have to be sincere, I’m sort of glad it happened. We’re spending some time together, now.” Only saying this reddened Laurent’s cheeks, as well as Barnaby’s.

“Speaking of spending some time together... this is why I’m apologizing for the pizza. I... I had written my number under the top lid”

Laurent’s heart jumped inside of his chest, and he nervously twirled a strand of red hair around his finger. “I-Is that so?”

“Yes.” Barnaby confirmed. “I... I didn’t know if you would forgive me for the flower, but I wrote it anyway so that you could read it once I’m gone, and with a lot of luck c-call me so I can... ask you out. But I suppose things didn’t turn out as planned”

“A lot of things didn’t turn out as planned” Laurent giggled softly. “In fact, I’ve been meaning to.. ask you out as well”

Watching from afar, hiding behind a wall, Summer Charn was here. A smile curled her lips as she listened to their last words:

“So...” Barnaby sucked in a deep breath, as if to gather some courage. “When are you free?”

#my writing #barnalau #barnaby lee #lau king #summer charn

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So...Anthem is a drug that is screwing up in Sternbild City so it's up to Wild Tiger and Barnaby to find out what's going on but things turn sour when they encountered their own counterparts with a few screws loose: Doug Billingham and his partner Kirill Vrubel are also investigating on the Anthem outbreak where they're trying to find out what's going on but they run into the dynamic duo of Wild Tiger and Barnaby. Two worlds collide while things get hectic in a city that consists of heroes, detectives, villains and a lethal drug! Please enjoy!

Agnes was having a spa day with a facial with cucumbers over her eyes as she relaxed in the hot tub when her cell phone rings. She takes the cucumbers off and answers her phone. “Hello.” Agnes greeted. “Is this Agnes?” A male’s voice asked. “Of course, who….” Agnes started to ask but the man sounds panicking, “Is your city Sternbild?” He asked. “Yes, why are you asking?” Agnes asked. There was a short pause before the guy spoke: “Listen, turn on the news. There’s trouble. Please, get somebody to stop this!” The male voice said. Agnes was suspicious as she turned on the TV to the news channel. On the news, Agnes is shocked as she couldn’t believe it. She picked up the phone and dialed the number before she put the receiver to her ear in frustration. Agnes heard Kotetsu’s voice. “KOTETSU, GET BARNABY AND YOU OVER HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!!” She exclaimed. The next moment after; Agnes tells Kotetsu and Barnaby that there is a dangerous drug Anthem that is causing death and shows pictures of the effects that are shocking. “I don’t care what you had to do, get this drug out of my city! GET THOSE BASTARDS OUT OF STERNBILD CITY!!!” Agnes exclaimed. Later; Kotetsu, Barnaby and Agnes were at a tavern in the bar section. “I really don't understand why in the world you want me to find this drug.” Kotetsu noted. “Because this is causing mutation and death with some people.” Agnes muttered. Kotetsu glanced at her, “What?” He asked. “It is causing a mutation and death to civilization.” Agnes mumbled loudly. “Mind speaking up? Can't hear you!” asked Kotetsu. Agnes stood up straight, “I said it’s causing mutation with some people while death with others ALL RIGHT!!!” She said loudly. Kotetsu is surprised, “Really?” He asked. Then Kotetsu burst out laughing. Barnaby gives him a look. “Shut up, this is a serious matter.” Agnes rebuked. Kotetsu stopped laughing, “C’mon, you don’t have any proof this could be the cause of people like this.” He commented. “Of course it is, it’s a dangerous drug called Anthem made by a corporation called Esperanza.” Agnes explained. “So what’s so bad about Esperanza?” Kotetsu asked. “They are the most dangerous organization around.” Agnes explained. Barnaby was shocked. “You can’t be serious.” He said. “What? What are you talking about?” Kotetsu asked. “They are powerful Anthem-related criminal organization who are the ones responsible for.” Agnes clarified. Barnaby nodded, “So it’s going on only in Sternbild City?” He asked. “YES, IT IS HAPPENING IN STERNBILD! STERNBILD CITY! UGH, I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN BUT IT IS!!! THE PRODUCERS AND MANAGER ARE GIVING ME TROUBLE BECAUSE HEROTV WILL FALL APART BECAUSE OF ANTHEM!!!” Agnes exclaimed. “And that's why you're asking us, the most dynamic duo around huh.” Kotetsu joked. Agnes gives him a dark look, “I'm gonna smack you if you don't cut it out; all I'm asking is that you help me with that!” She replied. "All right, I think we can do this." Kotetsu insisted. "I'm counting on you Tiger, you too Barnaby." Agnes said, sipping her drink. "Yes ma'm." Barnaby replied with a small sigh. So they ventured off to locate where the drug is at and they managed to destroy them all by neutralizing with the help of the other heroes however Barnaby noticed someone broke into a sleazy club! In the meantime; Doug and Kirill confront an army of Anthem users who were torturing a bunch of innocent people.

“Looks like you guys are trouble, you from Esperanza?” Doug asked. Just then; the Anthem user attacked but Doug took him down with a shot from his gun, scaring everyone out of the club. While this chaos was going on; a guy hides while watching this as he saw something on the ground and looks at it. He takes it, puts it in a plastic bag and tries to leave as quietly as he did coming in when there was a bullet strikes at the door, stopping him. The next minute the guy is pinned against the door by this tall man in a suit! “Are you from Esperanza?” Doug asked. “If I was, whatcha gonna do about it?” The guy teased. He felt the guy’s hand tightened around him. “Ack! Dude, I’m joking! I don’t know who they are, please…!” The guy whimpered. Someone came into view, “What the hell are you doing? Get off him now!” A guy’s voice called. Doug just takes Barnaby's arm throwing him. Barnaby, lands on a table breaking it being surprised at what he just did to him. The guy starts to run off. As Kirill is about to run after him, Kotetsu rams into Kirill. Slamming him into a wall becoming somewhat injured. Kotetsu helped him out, “Time we have a chat…” He said. “Are you guys responsible for what’s going on in this city here?” Barnaby said. “Of course not, we’re from Lirvatta. You should know by now we’re taking care of business.” Kirill protested. “Well we’re not letting you guys go until you tell us about this drug, Anthem. Why do these people take this stuff?” Kotetsu asked. “That’s an important matter that doesn’t concern you.” Doug said. “Oh yeah? Try me.” Barnaby said. His whole body glowed blue. He was about to attack when Kotetsu stepped in and turns to them. “You guys must be with Esperanza?” Kotetsu said. Kirill was shocked then turned irritated: “With…Esperanza?! NO, we’re not from Esperanza! We’re here to take them down--Who the hell are you people?!” He demanded. Kotetsu was taken aback. “We’re NEXT, man.” He said. “NEXT? You’re Wild Tiger?” Doug asked. Kotetsu is surprised, “You heard about me?” He asked. “I’ve seen you around, you’re a veteran superhero.” Doug remarked. Kotetsu was shocked, “How would you know?” He demanded. “How long have you’ve been around here?” Doug inquired. “Um…a while?” Kotetsu said. Doug was quiet for a moment but he mentioned: “Hmm….I think you and I have a commonality. You see, I am a ‘veteran’ like you.” Barnaby is surprised. “WHAT?! Are you a hero?” exclaimed Kotetsu. Doug shook his head, “I’m an investigator.” He clarified. “So am I! BUT I WANT TO BE A HERO SO BADLY!!!” Kirill protested. Kotetsu was surprised by this comment and laughed, “Well, well! You come to the right guy because…” He was about to say however Barnaby cuts him off, “I don’t think so.” He said. “Same here.” Doug said, “I think we should be going.” Doug pulls Kirill away who protested but his partner ignored him. "Veteran...Buzz Cut...They seem new, how come I never heard of them?" Barnaby asked. He and Kotetsu were walking together later as Barnaby was bugged by these investigators. Kotetsu shrugged, "They’re not from here, kind of like how you were." He said. Barnaby crossed his arms in irritation, "Yeah, it's not every day we get a whole lot of trouble around here." He said, he had a suspicious look in his eye. Kotetsu soon noticed this, "C'mon Bunny, give them a chance. Just don't do something crazy." He warned. Barnaby looked at him, "Like what?" He asked. Kotetsu replied back, "Go off the deep end?"Just then, his phone rings and he answers it: “Hello?” Kotetsu asked. “Hi Dad.” Kaede’s voice rings out. “Oh, hi sweetie.” Kotetsu chirped, immediately happy. “I heard what was going on today, I thought you and the other heroes were done for.” Kaede piped. “Oh Kaede, you know your dad’s got this.” Kotetsu said proudly. “I was talking about Barnaby, you know.” Kaede retorted. Kotetsu makes a face at Barnaby who smirks at him. “Could you just show me a little appreciation, honey?” He complained. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, do you know a guy name Travis?” Kaede inquired. This made Kotetsu confused, “Travis? Mmm…no, that doesn’t ring a bell.” He said. “Hmm…Grandma got a call today from a guy name Travis Murphy. He sounded nice as he was curious to know if in the area I was in was safe.” Kaede mentioned. “Hmm…Interesting. Honey, you really shouldn’t be talking to strangers OK sweetie?” Kotetsu said. “Fine, fine! I was careful, I wasn’t giving him any personal information. Geez, give me a break!” Kaede moaned. “All right, fine. I trust you sweetheart.” Kotetsu said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Kaede asked. “Sure thing, see you Kaede.” Kotetsu uttered. Afterwards, he hung up after the call. That’s when Kotetsu noticed a tracker chip on his phone. “How did that got there?” He thought. Barnaby looks over and his eyes widened. He taps Kotetsu’s shoulder, gesturing him to the window. They both look over as they saw two familiar figures…Doug stood there with a small smirk with Kirill smiling smugly. Kotetsu and Barnaby are in disbelief, Doug gives a nod to them while he and Kirill fled. “Son of a…” Kotetsu muttered, crushing the tracker in his hand as he glowed blue. “Guess things are getting competitive.” Barnaby said.

#double decker doug and kirill #tiger and bunny #anime #crossover

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