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Summary: At peace with her family, Amara gives Dean a reunion he was never expecting. But Mary isn't the only one she brought back. Now two women must adjust to being in the land of the living, one having been gone for 33 years, and the other having spent the past 365 in hell.

Notes: I told you I had something planned! Let me know if you’ve missed this series and if you're happy to see more. Responses mean the world.

Amara looked at each picture curiously. She saw Dean as a young boy, smiling brightly in the arms of his mother. The woman that started it all. Her death put him on this course. This painful, dark journey. Amara set the picture aside, noticing something shine from the back of the drawer.

She took out a small tin box. Inside were more photographs. Amara examined one in particular. It was Dean leaning over the hood of his car. Around his waist were the arms of a laughing woman. He had a glint in his eyes that Amara hadn’t seen. It was then that she understood. Dean would never be with her. He could never join her in her new world. His heart was far, far away. Perhaps she could bring it back to him.

Mary couldn’t get her out of her head. That woman. Who was she? She had looked at her… like she knew her.

“You okay, mom?” Sam asked, noticing the far off look in her eyes. She had been acting strange, but that was, of course, understandable. She just came back from the dead, for Chuck’s sake. She gave her youngest a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m just daydreaming, I guess.” She glanced around the kitchen, noticing an absence. “Where’s Dean?”

“He’s probably going to spend the day in his room.” Sam sighed deeply. “Today is a sort of anniversary for him.”

“Anniversary? For what?” From the look on her son’s face, it couldn’t be good. Sam sat down and motioned for her to join him.

“A few years ago- three, to be exact- we lost someone. Dean lost someone.” He clasped his hands together on the table. The wound of losing one of his closest friends had healed some, but it still stung. Especially today. “He loved her. And she loved him. Maybe too much.” He shook his head. It felt like so long ago.

“Dean found someone?” Mary smiled slightly. She had hoped her boys had been loved by someone, since she wasn’t there. Sam nodded.

“Yeah, yeah he did.” He tried not to get choked up, but remembering still pained his heart. And for Dean… After losing Jessica, Sam wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. His brother had shouldered it for the past three years, accepting little to no help. He never even talked about her.

“What happened?” Mary asked softly. Sam opened his mouth to answer, but he didn’t get the chance.

“She died.” Dean said, having appeared in the doorway without them noticing. He crossed the kitchen and poured himself some coffee before joining them at the table. “Three years ago today.”

Mary didn’t know what to say. She had more questions, but it didn’t seem like the time to ask them. Sam and Dean both looked… broken. All she could do was offer some kind of comfort. She put a hand on top of each of theirs.

“I’m sorry.”

Dean looked into her eyes and she looked into his. They weren’t the same eyes of her bright little boy. They held so much pain, so much loss. She had to tear her gaze away.

She had only been back for about a week and everything was so overwhelming. She should have been there for them. She should have made sure that they never had to feel this pain. She never wanted them to be hunters. She just wanted them to be boys.

Dean finished his coffee and retreated to his room. Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but he just sat in uncomfortable silence. Mary’s heart ached. She just wanted them to be boys.

He should be used to losing people by now. In three years, he should have gotten over it. Losing you. But even now, the image of your last smile as the hell hound tore away your flesh was burned into his brain. He would never forget. He opened the drawer of his desk and found the small tin box.

A quiet knock caught his attention and he turned to see his mother in his doorway. She gave him a small smile.

“Can I come in?” He nodded in reply and she sat on the edge of his bed. For a moment, she didn’t have the courage to say anything. How would he react? Would he get upset and make her leave? Or would he close up and not say a word? Maybe, hopefully, he would talk to her. He could make her forget how much she had missed. “Can you…” She paused, waiting for a sign to continue. Dean looked at her expectantly. “Can you tell me about her? I know you probably don’t want to talk about her, I just-”

“It’s okay.” He sighed, putting a hand on top of the box on the desk. “Sam’s always saying that if I talk about her, it keeps her alive in a weird, hippy sense of the word.” He shook his head to himself. Mary watched him carefully, making sure she didn’t push any boundaries.

“What was she like?” Dean thought for a moment.

“Stubborn.” He chuckled deeply. “If she thought she was right, you’d never get her to budge and she always thought she was right. God, the fights we used to get into…” He paused, recalling a few in particular. “She had a big heart and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was tough and smart and funny and beautiful. Best damn pool hustler I’ve ever seen. That’s actually how we met.”

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He ran a hand over his face, trying to hold back tears.

“How long were you together?” Mary wondered. He wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was staring off into memories.

“Four years.” He answered quietly. “She- uh- she was there for me when Sam…” This was more than he was ready to talk about with her. How was he supposed to tell his mother that her sons have been to hell? How did he tell her that Y/N was there because of him? He forced his shoulders back and sat up straighter. “Anyway, um, this-” He passed Mary the box of photos. “This is her.”

Mary opened the tin slowly, peering down at the photographs with a sad curiosity. As she looked through them, her expression changed. She selected one that gave her a clear view of the woman’s face. She was smiling, a beer in hand and a bright glint in her eyes. Dean was beside her, staring at the woman like she was the only thing in the world. Mary’s eyes widened and Dean noticed her body language shift.

“What is it?”

“Dean I…” Mary was hesitant, but she knew without a doubt that she was right. “I’ve seen her before.” Dean’s brows knitted together.

“What?”

“I know this girl.”

“Mom, that-” Dean sighed, “That isn’t possible. You died before Y/N was three.” Mary handed him the picture.

“I saw her, Dean.” She insisted.

The two stared at each other. Mother and son. Dean broke his gaze first.

“I think Sam needs help in the library.” He said, his voice becoming flat and emotionless. “Please go.”

“Dean-”

“Mom.” He stared at the wall, his command firm. “Please, just… I need some time alone.”

Mary didn’t say anything else. She put the pictures back in the box and tried to hand it back to him. When he didn’t make any move to take it, she set in on the desk and left.

Dean resisted the urge to throw the box across the room. The metal was already dented and battered from other fits throughout the years. Dean just kept his eyes trained on the ground, wrapping his head around his mother’s words. She was wrong. It couldn’t have been Y/N. It just couldn’t.

One Week Ago

“Mary?” You gasped, gaping at the woman across from you. Everything was dark, clouds of black surrounding you from every angle. Through the darkness, you could see a woman you only knew from pictures. A woman that had been dead for over 30 years, or at least she was when you were still on earth. You were surprised you still remembered.

“Who are you? Where am I?” She asked, eyes wide with uncertain panic. Before you could answer, you felt something pulling you further into the darkness, yanking Mary back in the other direction.

When you opened your eyes, you were staring at the sky. The real sky. The night sky stretched out, stars shining brightly down at you. So bright you had to shield your eyes. Your skin pricked with every movement. You were cold. You were naked and you were cold.

You stood slowly, your legs barely able to hold yourself up. The night air sent goosebumps up your bare arms and legs. The dead grass crunched under your feet and you took a deep breath.

“Very funny, Levina.” You called into the night. This wasn’t the first time the demon had tried to trick you, made you believe that you were free only to pull you back into your torment. “You must be running out of ideas.” You crossed your arms over your chest to try and stay warm. There was no answer. “Levina!”

“You aren’t in hell anymore.” A voice startled you. You whirled around to see a woman in a black dress looking at you curiously. “Surely, you can tell the difference.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” You took a defensive stance, backing away as she stepped forward.

“I’m the one that lifted you from your torment.” She said it like it was obvious. “You’re free now.”

“You think I’m going to fall for that again?” You scoffed. “You must be getting a little rusty, Lavina. Have to say, I like this face more than the old one.”

“My name is Amara. We have a friend in common.”

“Let me guess; Lucifer? Well tell the dark lord if he’s up for round two, I can handle-”

“Dean Winchester.” She interrupted, making you shut up. “He misses you. I want to give you back to him.”

“Why the hell should I believe you?” You growled. “Dean doesn’t even remember me.”

“You’re wrong.” She shook her head. This time, when she stepped towards you, you let her. “I can’t erase what they did to you in hell, but I can assure you that you are no longer in their grasp. Find Dean.” With that, she just vanished. Poof. Gone.

You didn’t have many options, so you just walked. You found a road and mindlessly walked beside it. Every step ached. You had numbed yourself for so long that every gust of wind felt like a thousand tiny needles stabbing your flesh. You weren’t sure if you were capable of feeling anything else. Only pain.

Headlights drew closer and closer, quickly joined by flashing blues and reds. You didn’t stop walking even when you heard the car door open and close.

“Ma’am are you alright?” The police officer’s voice cut through the night, but you barely heard it. Your ears just kept ringing with the sound of your own screams. You stopped and turned around. The woman was approaching you slowly with a look of sympathetic concern. Being naked and wide-eyed, it wasn’t hard to read her thoughts. But she had no idea the depth of violation you’d been through. You took a heaving breath.

“I need to find Dean Winchester.”

Now

“Dean!” Sam called, knocking on his older brother’s bedroom door. “Dean, we need to talk.”

“Sam, not now.” Dean groaned, opening the door just enough to give him a glare. “I really don’t want to talk or deal with any of your other hippy healing crap.”

“It’s Jody.” Sam pushed inside without giving him time to object. “She said she needs us in Sioux Falls right away.”

“Did she say why?”

“No, but she sounded pretty freaked. Apparently, she’s been trying to get a hold of us for a while, but things kept coming up or we weren’t answering.” Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“To be fair, our mom came back from the dead and you were being tortured by that British bitch.” Dean countered, feeling guilty for ignoring Jody’s calls. “What did you tell her?”

“That we’ll be there before morning.”

Dean nodded in agreement.

“I’ll pack a bag, you tell mom we’re leaving.”

“I think she should stay here.” Sam suggested, keeping his voice down like it was a secret. Dean gave him a strange look.

“What? Why?”

“She needs to adjust, Dean. Maybe giving her just a few days to herself here in the bunker will help her do that. Besides, we don’t know what’s going on and it could be dangerous and I…” He sighed. “I just don’t think she needs any more excitement right now.” Dean thought for a moment before he nodded.

“Alright, tell her that we’ll hopefully be back in a few days and that she can call us or Jody if she needs anything.”

By the time the two brothers got packed up and ready to go, a dark feeling had settled deep inside Dean’s chest. Something felt off. It sunk into his lungs and into throat, as if a shadow was trying to strangle him. When Sam climbed into the passenger seat, his brother looked white as a sheet.

“You okay?” Sam wondered, half tempted to ask if he should drive, but he didn’t want to get punched.

“Something about this feels wrong, Sam.” Dean muttered, shaking his head as he started the car.

“What, do you think it’s a trap?” It wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. With the British Men of Letters and Lucifer out there, it wouldn’t be that shocking that someone was out to get them. But Dean shook his head.

“I don’t know what it is, but with the buckets of crazy we’ve been through, I don’t think it’s good.” The two let that sink in, pulling out onto the road. Hoping to distract himself, Dean switched on the radio. Both brothers froze as the beginning words made Dean grip the steering wheel. Chuck sure had a cruel sense of humor on today of all days.

Sister Christian, oh the time has come…

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alison-anonymous · 4 years

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♡ lake house fever ♡ t.l.

Lake House Fever ♡ Tom Lucitor Imagine

Requested: no, BUT I PROMISE I WILL GET TO THOSE THAT ARE REQUESTING!!! I just keep getting new ideas, I’m so sorry :’(

Warnings: extreme FLUFF, slight angst but not too major

Summary: obviously the main plot line of Lake House Fever, only it’s the reader instead of Star and things are a bit changed up. Reader is a human who has been dating Tom for a long time against her parents’ will because she and him are undeniably in love with each other. The second time he invites her over to hang out with his family, and they end up stranded due to a storm with his mother who is just a little bit skeptical about his new girlfriend...

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To say that you were in love with Tom Lucitor might just be the understatement of the century.

Yes, you were a human.

And yes, you knew it was absolutely insane that you were in love with a demon hybrid who not only lived longer than you ever would, but was also the fucking Prince of the Underworld. There was no way that things would ever work out, right? This logic would have driven you away instantly, except for one fact that made your situation different.

He loved you too.

You and Tom had been dating for almost a year now, and you could feel it in your gut that Tom was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You've never been more certain about anything more than that. And he felt the same, secretly forming a plan to slowly ease you into becoming his wife one day and the Queen of the Underworld. They'd find a way to make the fact that you were a human work, I mean, Star had been teaching you how to cast very small spells that very special humans can perform. Most of them consisted of spells for protection, and one random one about conjuring a cloud bartender she had insisted on teaching you.

Yeah, they'd make it work.

Anyways, your parents definitely did not approve of your relationship for obvious reasons. But ever since the moment you and Tom had laid eyes on each other and it was like the whole world had frozen, Star knew that she had to get you two together. Despite your parents' constant nagging to end it, you forced their lack of blessings to the back of your mind and did your best to let go of your problems with your best friends and with Tom.

It worked every time.

Nothing made you happier than being with your best friends and the love of your life! And while the road may have been a bit rocky, the day that Tom invited you over to his Lake House with his family for some bonding time was going to turn out a lot more... exciting than you had ever imagined it would be...

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The inside of the lava suit you were wearing was growing slightly warm from your closeness to said lava, but with one look at your boyfriend as he joyfully glided along the waves, you knew you could suffer through the heat. Surfing was never really your forte, but once Tom had taught you some tricks, you basically became a pro just to go surfing with him.

Balancing your best on the board below you, you gradually picked up speed until you were side by side with Tom, who, not gonna lie, looked pretty hot when he was shirtless.

“Hey there gorgeous,” he winked, earning a slight blush to rise to your cheeks.

“Hey yourself, hottie,” you flirted back, receiving a sly grin from your boyfriend. His three red eyes were laced mischievously as he glanced towards the shoreline where his family was resting.

“Race you to the shore?”

“You’re on!”

He beat you, of course. Not that you minded! He was totally awesome at surfing, not to mention you got a great view of his backside as you were left in the waves... Shaking your head to snap yourself out of it, you soon realized that you had a prior obligation to get to. Guilt riddled your mind as you popped the circular helmet off of your head and handed it over to your boyfriend.

“Thanks so much for the fun time, Tom,” you smiled. “But I totally forgot that I have to help Star with a Diaz family dinner.”

His mother made what sounded like an angry sigh from her height above you, only making you feel a little worse. With just one look at your hunched expression, Tom was instantly able to read your mind.

“Hey, it’s all cool, sunshine,” you felt the butterflies flitter at the cute nickname. “But you know, you could just stay here!”

You considered it. You truly did consider it because, even though you loved Star, you would choose staying with your boyfriend over attending another Diaz family dinner any day. They were sort of... strange. But the last time you tried to skip out, Star made sure that you paid for it by forcing you into owing her a favor when she needed it, and that usually resulted in cleaning Lavabo’s lint trap or helping Star and Jana awaken the dead... it was terrifying owing Star a favor.

“I would love to, but Star can be very... persuasive,” you chuckled awkwardly. “I really should get-"

A sudden loud, earsplitting bang of thunder erupted through the sky, startling you so badly you jumped out of the lava suit. Up above, the usual tangerine sky had now began turning a fiery red with neon yellow lightning bolts throughout. You quickly latched on to your boyfriend's lavender arm, not even noticing him smiling at how cute you were when you were scared.

"Well, that looks like a pretty nasty storm," Dave commented, already beginning to pack up the lawn chair he had been sitting in.

"We better head inside for safety. Guess you'll be sticking around," Tom grinned at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. You felt you face flush red at the closeness and the exhilaration that never went away. In your flustered state, you completely forgot all about the dinner as you muttered a soft "okay" before following them all inside.

The sky didn't look any better inside their lake house. In fact, it almost looked worse! You were cuddled up on the couch next to Tom while his family was splayed out on the couches next to and before you. To be honest, you weren't quite sure exactly how they felt about you. You hoped they liked you, but the Lucitors were the kind who seemed mostly indifferent which made it even more nerve wracking for you.

Another surprise thunder bolt caused you to squeak and grab onto Tom's arm out of fear. He smiled softly at you and rested his hand on top of yours. Once you realized what you had done, the blush quickly returned, causing you to stutter.

"H-hey there," you giggled.

"This is quite a storm," Dave commented. "Looks like we're gonna be here for quite some time."

Hey, that means more room for family bonding! Sure it made you a little nervous seeing as you were a human in a room full of demons... but then again, Tom's dad was also a human, so maybe things would be okay.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a shrill shriek that appeared to be coming from behind a very scary portrait of an old... bat, demon thing?

"W-what was that?" You stammered, realizing a bit too late that being with demons also meant a lot of scary, sudden stuff. But when Tom snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest, the fear was instantly gone.

"That's just Relicor, he wants to play Scrabble with us." As soon as he finished talking, the painting squeaked open to reveal the exact same creature. He let out a loud squak and flew down to rest on the couch beside you, pointing at the Scrabble box that had miraculously appeared on the table. After playing a few rounds of Scrabble, and showing off your complex vocabulary skills, Wrathmelior was coming back from the kitchen when she spotted a huge photo album book.

"Great idea, Honey," Dave agreed after she made some sort of clicking sound you assumed was her speaking. Everyone rose from their seats to go find a larger table that we could all look at the pictures from. While you were following your boyfriend's enormous mother, you suddenly realized how difficult it would be if you ever had to communicate with her one on one.

"I wish I could speak demon," you sighed to yourself, not realizing that Tom heard you.

"I could teach you," he winked. "It'd be fun!" It was only when you realized the suggestive tone he had added to it that you turned beet red and playfully pushed him.

"You're an idiot, Lucitor."

"And you are beautiful, L/n."

You finally reached the dining room and pulled up some chairs so you could gather around the photo book. She started at the beginning, so baby photos was obviously the first thing you saw. You couldn't help but coo over the adorableness as Tom's groans of embarrassment filled the background. Baby Tom was absolutely adorable!!

"Oh my gosh, T, you were such a cute baby!" You cried, leaning your head on his shoulder. His heart began to race as he chuckled softly.

Wrathmelior turned the pages as we passed through Tom's childhood years and family reunions until she stopped at...

"Oh, here we go," Wrathmelior's sister spoke in her raspy voice, practically rolling her eyes. "The Star and Tom section."

Instant tension filled the room as you felt your heart tighten in your chest. Before you were dozens of pictures of your best friend and your boyfriend... on dates, at parties, on walks in the park, on family reunions or celebrations...

To say that it nearly broke your heart would be an understatement. Dave sent you a sympathetic glance as you tried to force yourself to look away. You didn't want to see anymore. Tom, clearly seeing your uncomfortableness, laced his fingers through yours and cleared his throat.

"Umm... Mom? Maybe we can skip this part?"

She shook her head no and was about to continue on looking at the section until she noticed how sad you looked. She heaved a slight sigh and began to turn the page, but by that point you had already stood up and politely asked them to excuse you.

Wrapping your arms tightly around yourself, you walked through the winding hallways and just as you were about to make it to the door, Tom's hand landed gently on your shoulder, whirling you around to face him.

"Hey- sunshine, what's wrong?" His eyebrows knit in concern as he noticed the puffiness in your eyes, like a dam ready to break.

"I-it's nothing," you sniffed, hastily rubbing your eyes. "I'm fine. I just... I think I should go."

"Why?"

His obliviousness sparked a tiny flame of anger inside of you as you shook your head, turning back to face the door. "Your mom obviously hates me. And from the looks of it wishes you were still with Star so... maybe..." You bit your tongue as tears began cascading down your cheeks. "Maybe you should just be with her instead of me."

You threw open the door and raced out into the firestorm, just being glad to get some fresh air and not even caring about the danger surrounding you. Tom was quick to follow you, grabbing your hand and looking around at the sky with fear. He might be fine, but you? You were human, you might die the second you touched the lava.

"Y/n, please, don't do this. That's not true! My mom just has a hard time with change... just, please, come back inside. It's not safe-"

Just then, the absolute worse possible thing that could happen happened. A huge wave of lava came crashing in and dragged Tom out into the water... or lava? A scream escaped from your throat as you watched him struggle against the choppy waves. His mother was screaming from the window and the panic was beginning to close up your lungs.

But he was your boyfriend. And no matter what, you loved him and would do anything to save him. So, you grabbed your surfboard and leapt on top of the waves, wincing in fear at the heat that radiated around you. One wrong move, and you were gone.

"Y/n no!" Tom's shouts were staccatoed as he bobbed in and out of the lava. "It's too dangerous!"

But you didn't care. Riding the waves, you did your best to angle the board towards Tom and just as you were about to reach him, a huge wave rose high over both of your heads and came crashing down.

The only sound to be heard was your screaming.

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About five minutes later, a large blue orb soon rolled onto the beach out of the lava, and soon dissipated to reveal you and Tom, lying side by side.

Tom let out a soft groan as he quickly sat up, and noticing your motionless body, quickly shook you.

"Y/n? Oh thank gods," he quickly swooped in to press a kiss to your lips once he realized you were okay. You giggled into the kiss until he pulled away and were about to sit up when you winced in pain.

He quickly wrapped his arms around your back to support you and inspected your leg. A huge, red gash was evident right by your hamstring. Just then, his family came rushing through the door and straight up to you.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Tom said, gracefully swooping you up into his arms. "Y/n got burned by the lava saving me. Do we still have that first aid kit?"

"Yes, come on, let's go."

About a half our after they had all patched you up and Tom had never left your side, the sky had finally cleared.

"Hey look," you pointed out the window from your position on Tom's lap. "The storm's over."

Wrathmelior turned to you and began leaking some sort of strange substance from her eyes. You had guessed she was crying and felt a heavy weight press against your chest, soon realizing how much danger you and Tom had both been in. You leaned against him even more and rested your head on his shoulder.

"You could have died," he softly scolded.

"So could you," you countered. "I would rather die than let you die."

Just as he was about to respond, his mom made another series of clicks and sounds. You sat there dumbfounded until Dave translated.

"She says that it was she who caused the storm and she is incredibly sorry that she was so judgemental towards you. My wife has a hard time when it comes to girls hurting our boy, so she gets a little... overprotective," he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck before offering you a warm smile. "But please know that we do appreciate you Y/n, and are very happy that our boy has someone like you in his life. Thank you for saving him."

"Of course," you smiled, feeling tears of joy form in your eyes.

Maybe meeting your demon-hybrid boyfriend's family wasn't so bad after all.

♡ a.a.

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torajisbizarreadventure · 3 years

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MEGA SPOILERS POST FOR NEKO MIX VOL 13 PART 2

You’ve read the title, you probably knew how everything works around here, let’s roll.

I couldn’t find chapter 3 so feel free to suffer through the cliffhanger with me

Final warning : complain about being spoiled after clicking the “Keep reading” button and I will pour milk into your sock cabinet

This is the second chapter

Hacchi and Toraji snuck into the upper part of the castle, thinking of the legend that there is a miracle medicine that turns half-orcs into humans. Toraji asked Hacchi whether he wanted to become a human. Hacchi said that if he could, he wanted to become a dog and stay with her for the rest of his life after finding his missing owner, Michiru. After entering the treasure house, there were big boxes full of different keyholes, making Toraji excited to unlock them. It turned out that the keys were shrunk along with his body. But he still wanted to try opening it anyway, so he emptied the small key into the huge keyhole. As a result, the treasure chest was actually opened like this. They were surprised to find that it was not medicine, but similar to Rio’s toy car.

(Apparently Jose asked Pai’yan to go to the puppet making country to repair Rio’s toy car, this was actually plot relevant oops)

When Ginji was worried about Toraji, he heard the noise of "Rio” and Pai’yan outside. Standing in the rain, "Rio” expressed his dislike and fear of the rain, and asked his father not to treat him like this.

“Dad, you can’t do this! Save me, dad!”

"If you get caught in the rain...what will happen, Rio?”

Pai’yan questioned “Rio” expressionlessly about his weird behavior. “Rio”, who was extremely frightened, shouted his father for help, while Pai’yan froze there, thinking that "Rio” was also a puppet. Although the chaos in the rain attracted everyone's attention, no one dared to intervene.

Pai’yan thought that his wife and Toraji would soon find abnormalities, but he could not figure it out, and he was angry that he was fooled. (nahh son you are just dumb)

“Mom has a deep sense of protection in her heart, so...I don't care that she tried to test me. But, dad, you just suspect me and don't have any evidence. This is because you don’t know anything about me!”

Pai’yan, who was questioned angrily by "Rio”, remembered his son's diary that he had read when he got home.

He remembered the sentence that broke his heart : "I don’t have a dad”.

Pai’yan shed tears and when he saw "Rio” who was about to fall, he ran over and hugged him, took him back to the house, rushed to light a fire to keep “Rio” from melting.

After this chaos, Pam’dom and Pa’san actually understands that "Rio” is just a clay puppet filled with Rio’s own memories and feelings. They looked at Pai’yan and said nothing.

Toraji and Hacchi in the castle have opened six boxes with their keys, and the results are all toy cars. There was only one key left, but finally a different item was found this time. It was the candy that the old lady gave them. The instructions in the box also show that it is a shrinking medicine. There is only one pack of medicine in the box, and there is no medicine to turn back to normal. Although there are still many treasure chests, Toraji ran out of keys so they had to leave. Toraji was originally disappointed but Hacchi comforted him, saying that every box that Toraji opened always had things that are meaningful. Toraji agreed. These toy cars should also have their meanings, but they still don't know what they are.

Toraji and Hacchi brought some shrinking medicine back, and Ginji talked about the conflict between Pai’yan and “Rio” while they were taking a bath. After hearing that Leo is also a puppet, Toraji felt a little relieved, but Pai’yan would be sad.

“Rio” stared at his missing finger, then told Toraji that although he remembered everything from the day he adopted Toraji till now, he didn’t feel like himself anymore. Ginji was watching him worriedly, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

At this time, Pai’yan, Pam’dom and Pa’san were secretly observing the situation in the puppet-making country. Pai’yan and Pam’dom walked together. Pai’yan explained that even though the “Rio” that he held in his arms was a fake, he still felt pity for the child and still saved him to make up for his past negligence of his family. The latter did not agree with Pai’yan, he asked Pai’yan to act rationally and calmly, reminding him that "Rio” is a fake doll, and that the dolls that imitated the appearance of the warriors before would attack humans. "Rio” didn't know when he would start going on a rampage, he speculated that it might be the Hex Mouse controlling the doll.

On the other hand, Pa’san met the king’s adopted daughter Kasmin in the garden. He asked the child why she was out so late. The princess smiled and said that there was no problem, but Pa’san responded solemnly and said that when children smiled and said that they were very happy, they were usually lying about their happiness.

Kasmin smiled and grabbed Pa’san and asked if he could be his kid, while shaking the tambourine in her hand. She said that she didn’t really like the king and she would like to go elsewhere.

While investigating, Pai’yan and Pam’dom heard the drums and saw that the people had started to behave a little strangely. It was obviously raining, but the doll residents ran out one by one, arranging themselves into a long line.

As a result, before they could react, Pai’yan and Pam’dom were captured by the people (my man just can’t rest easy when travelling with pai’yan smh). They were trapped in a metal ball, the only hole was blocked by the doll residents with a long bamboo pipe, then the ball was pushed to the edge, and water was poured in from it. The dolls scattered and left.

Toraji who stayed at home also heard the sound of drums. He remembered that the dolls in the museum also turned started moving after this sound appeared. Ginji felt that this was not good, so he along with Toraji ran out to find Pai’yan. When "Rio” heard them, he also thought of his father and went with the 2 cats.

Pai’yan and Pam’dom couldn't destroy it from the inside, so they pushed the conveniently-hidden hamster reporter out of the bamboo pipe and asked it to find rescuers. Hacchi also took everyone to the 2 heroes with his keen sense of smell. Toraji and Hacchi went into the ball to find out the situation. They couldn't ask for help from the local outsiders, and they couldn't destroy the ball from the inside, so they could only find a way to get them out of the organ from the outside. However, Ginji wanted to unplug the bamboo pipe for irrigation outside the ball, but his strength was not strong enough to move the bamboo pipe. There is only one way to prevent the 2 heroes from drowning or suffocating in the ball, which is to stop the external water flow.

Ginji discovered that the water connected by the bamboo pipe came from the continuous flow of water between the rocks above, so he began to move the stones desperately, trying to block the water flow in the middle. The earl wanted to cut the bamboo pipe but couldn’t cut it. Pai’yan and Pam’dom were soaked in the water and began to lose temperature. Toraji put his mini body against the bamboo pipe, trying to block the water flow. Ginji continued to work hard to move the stones to block the water.

"Rio” ran to Ginji and said that he would also help, and began to move rocks together to stop the splashing water. "Rio” was thinking about the memories he had with his dad, the relationship, conflict, and reconciliation after the reunion. He desperately tried to block the water flow. Ginji next to him saw everything in his eyes.

The water finally stopped entering the organ ball, but but the 2 heroes were still trapped in the cold water. In order to avoid freezing to death in it, they took the shrinking medicine that Toraji found in the castle treasure house and escaped from the bamboo pipe. Toraji happily reported the news of Bai Yang's successful rescue to Ginji who was sitting on a high place. Ginji turned around and solemnly asked Bai Yang to come up to him.

"Rio...” Ginji pointed to the mud and clothes in front of the pile of rocks.

“Rio hated water, but he tried to pile up the rocks here, and finally blocked the water flow with his body... he knew he would melt...”

Pai’yan stared at the mud and cried, and both Ginji and Toraji cried together. He then felt boundless anger towards the Magic Mouse and the Hex Mouse for tampering with his life.

While everything was happening Pam’dom froze to death because everyone forgot to pull him out jk

#neko mix genkitan toraji #yumi tamura #tamura yumi

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Summary: After murdering Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic, Vanya Doyvesky joined leagues with both Death Watch and Darth Maul, hoping to reclaim her Mandalorian warrior heritage. But with broken promises and betrayal against Death Watch and Maul's crime syndicate, the former Mandalorian Jedi had to choose the right path not only for her but for Clan Doyvesky as well.

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Walking out of a convenience store, a brunette Jedi was carrying a bag of snacks while slurping her cup of protein shakes that she bought from a smoothie vendor earlier. Clad in her maxi white dress, Vanya could only sigh as she paced through Rencia Streets, which was located in the lower level of Coruscant. Unlike the upper level where Vanya lived, the roads had plastic bags floating on the roadside as the air surrounding her reeked of rotting food that was thrown away for a while.

Vanya didn’t want to come here in the first place, after reading the news where a woman around her age was found dead in the streets. She shivered as she gripped her arms on the handle of her bag, looking left and right just to make sure she wasn’t being followed by a strange man.

As if that wasn’t worst, Rencia Streets was notorious for murder cases, with high-profile serial killers like ‘The Archangel Slayer’ and ‘The Monday Killer’ lived here, targeting both women and children alike. But she didn’t have much choice, since her apprentice, Ava Lira Young wanted a box of chocolate chips, along with her sister.

Reaching the hoverbus stop, she noticed a tall figure sitting on the bench, alone. Vanya could barely recognise his face since he was wearing a hood, but she does notice sharp horns almost protruding from his hood. For safety, the Jedi Master avoided him by sitting on another bench, waiting for her ride back to the Temple.

Since there was no sky in the lower levels, Vanya could only assume that it was already late, and she needed to head back as soon as possible, in case the Jedi requested for her personally. With the war effort going on in the Outer Rim, she barely has enough time to rest, let alone meditate on her own thoughts.

She also hardly sees Lira anymore, as she and her twin sister were also occupied with battles that she had to endure for days and days. Hopefully, the cookies that she bought from the convenience store would compensate for her absence and show them her affection towards them.

“Waiting for someone?” the hooded figure asked, making her gasped. Vanya wasn’t expecting the man to say anything to her, let alone start a conversation with her since they both barely know each other.

“Yeah, sure,” she lied, hoping for him to leave her alone. She turned away from him as she glanced at the box of cookies that she got for her child, reminding her that she will return to the Jedi Temple safe and sound.

The hooded figure stared at her, much to her discomfort. “You know, a little bird told me that you were from Mandalore,” he conveyed. “Is that true, Vanya Doyvesky?”

Her eyes widened as she turned to him, igniting her blue blades. “Who are you, and what do you want from me?”

The hooded figure gave a slight smile as he unraveled his hood, revealing a horned man with red skin and black stripes tattooed all over his body, including his face. “I can assure you that I am only here to meet you personally,” Maul raised both his hands in midair. “I am not here to hurt or kill you, Master Jedi.”

“Tell me, Sith, did Dooku send you here to kill me?” Vanya gave him a hard glance. “Because if he did, then I want you to notify him that your mission was unsuccessful.”

“Count Dooku was merely a Sith pretender,” Maul growled, as he clenched his fist and let the small pebbles hover in midair. “I am Darth Maul, the true Lord of the Sith. I was born with the dark side, while he merely joined the rank of the Sith. He is just a pawn to my master’s plan to destroy the Jedi and the Republic into ashes!”

For a moment, Vanya could only deactivate her weapons as she let her bag drop on the floor, her lips quivering. “But I thought there can only be two Sith, which was the master and apprentice, from what I learned.”

“Ah yes, the Rule of Two,” he spoke in a calm voice. “Formed by our lord and saviour, Darth Bane as a way of ruling over the Sith for millennia.”

“I think the word you were looking for to describe Darth Bane was a mass murderer and a psychopath,” she rolled her eyes, picking up her bag. “Look, thanks for your offer, but I’m happy with the Jedi Order so if you excuse me, I should get going.”

He let out a sinister laugh as she watched her leave the bus stop. “I think happiness is an exaggerating word to describe the Jedi Order, Master Doyvesky?”

She stopped dead in her tracks, her blood running cold. “What did you say?”

“Oh, I spoke with your sister, Vasilia,” he continued. “She’s in Death Watch if I’m not mistaken.”

Vanya clenched her teeth as she turned around, her eyebrows furrowed. “How did you know that I have an older sister?”

“My brother and I were rescued by Death Watch. Their leader, Pre Vizsla, wanted to take back Mandalore from Duchess Satine, in exchange for my revenge against Kenobi.”

“Kenobi is my best friend,” Vanya defended, her voice turning harsh. “Why would you want to kill him?”

“He took everything from me! He chopped off my legs, made me suffer in agony for decades, and stole years of hard work that I've achieved as a Sith Lord.”

“Maybe you deserve it,” Vanya shook her head. “You did kill his master right in front of him anyways so-”

“If you and Kenobi are such good friends, then why do you have to hide from him?” Maul invoked a question towards her, making her heart race. “I thought close friends don't keep secrets with each other.”

“Well,” she stammered, not knowing how to answer. “He's part of the Jedi Council, which was strict with their rules.”

“And what kind of rules did you broke, Master Doyvesky? Was it forming an attachment with your family, or was it having an intense feeling towards a woman that you meet in the streets?”

“He doesn't need to know that,” she gulped, her palms feeling clammy. “Kenobi has too many things on his plate, and those aren't relevant to him anyways.”

“Ah, but he does share his last with you with the Duchess, am I correct?”

Vanya felt exposed. It is true that Obi-Wan told her about how he and Satine fell in love when they were younger, and how he regretted not confessing his feelings towards her. But somehow, she couldn't find herself telling him about her crush on Sohee, whom she always sold her the best pura cera on Coruscant.

“You can't even say a word, can you, Master Jedi?” the Zabrak mocked her, noticing her sullen face.

“Whatever it is, it doesn't matter,” she looked at him, dead in the eye. “Obi-Wan and I are friends, and nothing will ever change my friendship with him, no matter what.”

“But what if I told you that both the Republic and the Separatist were controlled by a Sith Lord?” he smiled, placing his arms behind him. “What would you do, Master Jedi?”

“Then I'll warn the Jedi and the Chancellor about this piece of information,” answered Vanya. “Assuming that the evidence was present, of course.”

“Well, from what I heard, it seems that Count Dooku has taken a liking to Kenobi very much, to the point where he told him about what I've just said to you earlier.”

She burst into laughter. “That's ridiculous. If Dooku actually told Obi-Wan that the Sith controlled the Republic and the Separatist, I would have known as well.”

“And yet he kept that away from you and your apprentice,” Maul pointed out. “For a good friend, he seems to keep you in the dark instead of enlightening you with this vital information that would've saved the galaxy from darkness.”

Vanya pondered, wondering if her friendship with Obi-Wan meant anything to her. All this while, she thought she was a terrible friend for having secrets from him, but now she realizes that he's done the same to her.

All those years of their friendship, she thought that he was the most trustworthy person in her life. She felt that she could rely on him whenever she needed support. And she considered Obi-Wan Kenobi as an honest person she's ever known, until now.

She couldn't believe that she forgave him for faking his death just to save the Chancellor from assassination. She couldn't believe that she excused him for keeping Lira and Eva's true parentage from them, justifying that they're too young to understand. Whenever Vanya screwed up, Obi-Wan would ignore her but if it's the other way around, she had to forgive him and move on.

Maul is right, Vanya thought, as she shifted her focus towards the Sith, withholding her tears. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“I'll give you a warm reunion with your family,” he offered. “And liberate Mandalore from oppression. I know that the Duchess has forced you and your family to assimilate with her pacifist ideals, but in return, you'll have to do what I ask. That way, we both get what we want, and everybody is happy.”

Vanya sighed, knowing that she won't like what she had to do to see her family again. “Fine, what do you want?”

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A really weird dream

I just wanted to jot it down. Feel free to skip this, unless you want a look into the oddity that is my subconscious mind.

(written humorously)

It started out with me in a large theater. There was some kind of event, like a family reunion, and I’d taken a good portion of the participants to an underground theater in the mansion where the reunion was taking place. We were going to watch Aladdin. It had been my job to grab the movie.

I put the movie--which was a VHS tape for some strange reason--in and pushed play--and the live action version of Aladdin (which does not exist, please remember) came on. Everyone started booing, because no one liked the live action version.

I assured them I would find the animated version, and ran upstairs to get it. But when I found the box it was supposed to be in, the box was empty. (Again, looking for VHS tapes for some reason).

Now I’m starting to panic, because I have this room of booing malcontents who will only be happy with the animated version of Aladdin. So in a stroke of genius, I decide I will just go steal Aladdin’s lamp and ask the genie to give me a copy.

What could go wrong?

I sneak into “Aladdin’s” bedroom (it was actually my brother’s room) and tried to find the lamp, but my brother, Aladdin, had actually hidden it under his pillow. I tried to sneak it out but he woke up and caught me. However, since he was my brother, he told me I could ask the genie for a wish. I rubbed the lamp (which my brother said was gross, since all I had to do now was shake it and rubbing it was perverted) and the genie came out. But it wasn’t exactly the genie. It was sort of...

Well, it was Santa Clause. And I asked if I might have a wish, since I’d had a crush on him as a kid.

(Not true, incidentally. I DID have a crush on the genie, but never on Santa Claus.)

He decided to grant me my wish, and Mrs Clause started baking me a copy of the movie. Except...it wasn’t a DVD, or even a VHS tape. It was a hot dog. And on my way back downstairs to the theater, I realized:

I didn’t have a hotdog player.

Now I was in trouble. I’d wasted my one wish, and I couldn’t even play the movie. In desperation, I ran upstairs to look in the movie collection one more time, and this time, lo and behold, I found it!

But when I put it in downstairs (by now, the crowd was almost murderous) it turned out to be a very bizarre version of the movie. The guy at the beginning who was selling stuff was selling the stuff wrong. Like...there was a table cloth made out of potato, and if you you poured water on it, the fries turned to Julienne fries.

Which. Okay, there IS that scene at the beginning mentioning Julienne fries, but it’s an object--a “combination hookah and coffee maker, also makes Julienne fries! Will not break...it will not... it broke.” Remember?

But apparently it had been decided by the higher ups at Disney that having an item that instantly broke was racist as it implied that the Arabian manufactures who made ‘combination hookah and coffee makers that also made Julienne fries’ were inferior to all OTHER manufacturers of ‘combination hookah and coffee makers that also made Julienne fries,’ so they changed it.

(Incidentally, there WAS a change made to the introduction of Aladdin because of racism issues. In the original lyrics to Arabian Nights, the line that is NOW “where it’s flat and immense and the heat is intense, it’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home!” used to be “where they cut off your ear if they don’t like your face, it’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home!” For...obvious reasons, that was removed. Fun fact: I saw it in its original version at the theater when I was a kid.)

Anyway, back to dream-land. So this weird-ass version of this movie is playing, and the crowd is mutinous. They’re getting up and they’re leaving. And I’m now sitting in this outside garden with my fiance, strumming a deck of cards that somehow sounds like a ukulele, when a woman who’d been in the theater comes up and asks for my name because she’s a lawyer and is planning to sue me for falsely claiming I was going to show a movie.

A crowd is gathering, and in my panic, I start strumming frantically on my deck of cards, which somehow IS a ukulele now. I play a few chords, then stop, and the lawyer lady says, “I thought you had something going there, but apparently you didn’t.”

By that I somehow understand that if I can play an entertaining enough song, she won’t sue me for failing to show her Aladdin.

So on the spot, I improvise this song called, “What’s the deal with my bad luck” and sing about my failed attempts to show the movie. It makes everyone laugh and somehow defuses the entire situation.

Afterward, my fiance announces we’re going to start touring together since I can improvise music, and I spend an hour trying to find a toilet I can use in a Japanese office building.

The end.

#weird dream #dream

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texting-an-alien · 7 years

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The Welders: Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Family Reunion

The Celtic camp looked more gypsy than anything. There weren’t many adults, some were older than others, yet it didn’t look like anyone was old enough to have children. There was one woman who must have been 20 wearing a dirty orange apron and a jean button up shirt. She merely waved at Patrick and smiled at me before returning to her pot that was over a fire.

“Macei got here a week ago, she’s not even the newest. I’m telling you, it’s completely normal for new people to get here," Patrick explained.

I nodded slowly as we passed a few more lean-to’s and tents, some empty some not.

“So, this is Lee and Delia’s, that’s Ferris’s, there’s Mikey, Milo, and Maurice’s, and then there’s Flynn’s," he listed, pointing to them all as we stopped and looked across the grassy and rocky area to a line of homes. “And this," Patrick said turning back to the cloth shelter behind us. “Is Cameron Gunn and Griffin Lockhart's lovely tent."

A girl was sitting in the grass, her brilliantly colored skirt, which was contrasted against the dark ground, flared around her. Wrapped around her shoulders was a knitted scarf. Her hair was a dark brown, nearly the color of her skin, with no exception to her eyes which were so dark they nearly blended in with her pupils. Her arms were not only littered with leather and braided bracelets but also with white and black tattoos, almost like Barney. When she saw Patrick she smiled, and looked back down to whatever she was working on, her fingers moving skillfully and brilliantly.

“Is that Patty I hear?” Someone shouted from inside the small shelter. It was very scottish, different from the other voices.

“Oh shut up and get out here, there’s someone I want you to meet," Patrick retorted and rolled his eyes jokingly. The name Griffin sounded familiar, it was such an odd name that it would definitely stick in my mind.

‘Griffin’ pulled back the blanket for a door and joined the girl outside.

He had slightly long brown hair, a crooked nose with a black nose ring on the right side. He had multiple tattoos on his shoulders and neck, apparently “Welders” were very fond of tattoos which I am completely not judging for. I personally have always wanted a tattoo I just haven’t seen many people my age allowed to have the amount of tattoos I had seen today.

But what was so strange about him wasn’t the tattoos but his eyes. One was brown while the other was green.

I must have been staring because I felt a sharp pain in my ribs from Patrick elbowing me. I nearly fell over before catching myself and looking back to Griffin.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I’m Amy," I said quickly and stuck my hand out.

Griffin chuckled and took it, shaking, and saying in yes, a very scottish accent, “It’s fine, really. I’m Griffin. I was wondering who the newbie was, I noticed you walking with Patty here."

“I am not against punching you Griffin," Patrick muttered. “This is my cousin, she just found out she’s one of us."

“Oh, fun cousin Amy? Wonderful, maybe you can keep Patrick in check," Griffin teased and crouched down next to who I could only assume to be Cameron.

“Cami, this is Amy, she’s Patrick's cousin," Griffin spoke slowly while twisting and turning his hands. Even though I couldn’t understand it, I recognized it as sign language.

“Cameron's deaf and mute. She can sometimes hear though," Patrick whisper explained and a sudden sadness washed over me. It wasn’t that I felt bad for her, it was more of a mix of empathy and sympathy. I didn’t feel pity for her but at the same time I did.

“And yet she is still a lot smarter than the rest of us," Griffin said loudly while Cameron smiled and quickly signed back.

“She says hello, and that you’re very beautiful," Griffin translated and stood back up.

All I could do was smile because honestly I didn’t know what to say. I think it was suddenly hitting me that a bunch of people, who were in fact so human you wouldn’t think there was anything special about them.

“You alright," Patrick asked, touching my shoulder.

“Fine, I’m not sure why I froze. Um, it was wonderful to meet you guys," I replied, trying to back off the fact I may have spaced out for more than 30 seconds.

Patrick quickly said goodbye to them and we continued walking, this time Patrick put his arm around my shoulders. We said hello to a few other people as we walked. I was introduced to so many people that I wasn’t sure how I was going to remember anyone's name.

Everyone there had their own personality or something that was so special about themselves. Whether it was their accents, odd hair styles, the amount of siblings they had, how many tattoos were on their body, or how many fingers they had. Yes, Jared only had 8 fingers all together.

“So, everyone here is...?” I asked as we began to walk back to the trailer.

“You said it. ‘Yer a wizard Harry," he said in a very Hagrid accent. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m a what!?” I said back, nudging him and acting surprised.

“We probably should go get some dinner, it’s been like hours since you ate," Patrick said as we came to the ridged and rusted door of the trailer.

I hadn’t realized it but it had suddenly gotten darker out, the sun was actually setting. But that was impossible, I had gotten here at around lunch and now it looked like it was 6:30 in the evening.

“Have I actually been here for hours?” I asked.

“Uh, not really. You know how we were talking about our ancestors wanting stuff from the Wiccan’s? Well one of the ancestors wanted eternal life and while they couldn’t actually do that, they were able to slow and speed up time. They sped up the day and slowed our body...aging...rate. Now it's just gone to a few choice areas around the world," Patrick explained slowly because not even he knew how to explain it.

“Hang on then how come everything is normal back at grams house?”

“Well obviously because gram's house isn’t a super secret wizard hide out in the middle of a forest," Patrick said, mimicking me from earlier.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to explain all that to me later."

“Well we have a few minutes, we’ll probably end up at Griffin’s for food, I can try to explain some things right now," he offered and opened the door.

“Well what else am I gonna do?” I sighed sarcastically and entered the hippie trailer first.

+++++++++

“Alright so, first things first, ampoules," Patrick began after handing me a water bottle from a mini-fridge. “How would you explain a welder?”

“Someone who uses metal and glass and crap and sticks them together to make...stuff," I replied.

“Sounds about right. Well way back when we began to pick up pieces of magic from the Wiccan’s, they began to trust our ancestors more and more and eventually allowed us to have some magic. An ampoule was our way of containing that magic seeing as how we didn’t and couldn’t have it in our veins. The official definition is-”

“Something to carry liquid in. Wikipedia explained," I interrupted and felt a great amount of pride for actually knowing something.

“Correct, one point Amy. Anyway, through the years we’ve continued to create or “weld” magic, keeping it in the ampoules," Patrick continued.

“Are you telling me that that glass ball that I nearly broke has actual ancestral magic in it?” I summarized, astonished at what I had been holding. Only then did I remember that the ampoule was still in Barney’s office.

“Yep. And since it is incredibly difficult to create super powerful capsules to contain super powerful magic, they’ve been passed down from from millions of years ago. At some point our ancestors put the tools down and just got fed up with creating glass over and over."

“That ampoule was my dad’s?” I carefully asked, feeling like I needed to wash my hands in some bleach.

“Uh, no. It was your… mom’s," he replied slowly, refusing to look me in the eyes.

“You said the Celtic weldy part was on my dad’s side. How is it my mom’s?”

“Your mom was also a Welder. Your dad was just more Welder. Grams and Grandpa were both Welders while your grandma on your mom's side was the only Welder. You just get more Welder from your dad," he said then added quickly, “Unfortunately."

“Well, that’s freaking fantastic," I muttered and took a long drink from the water bottle. “Just so that we can stop talking about the black sheep, if aging moves really slowly here how old are you?”

Patrick chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, I’m still 16. I spend more time out of here which means I age at a normal rate. I’m probably like a few months older if anything. Barney on the other hand…” He slowly trailed off.

I was suddenly very intrigued. “How old is Barney? Is he like 100 years old? Like a vampire?”

“Let’s just say that he doesn’t ever leave the camp. Ever.”

“Oh my gosh, he is literally Barney the Dinosaur," I whispered to myself, loud enough that Patrick could hear because he began laughing so much he had to hide his face.

“Just don’t tell him that," The blonde said, catching his breath and continuing to chuckle afterwards.

“Do you have one?” I asked. I knew he did but I just to see it.

“Obviously, we get them once we turn 8. There’s a whole blood ceremony that goes with it so you can be binded with it," he said and stood reaching over my head to an overhanging cupboard and opened it. He pulled a small engraved tin box out and opened it, revealing green velvet and a round crystal, exactly like my mothers. “We usually keep them with us but sometimes leave them in secure places."

“Because leprechauns are in so much danger," I replied as he put the box back.

I had only been here for a few hours and this already felt normal. I felt like this was a normal thing and there could potentially be a lot of this in the future. Sitting around and making jokes.. It sounded a lot like every other night at grams house.

Oh my goodness...grams.

“What are we going to tell grams?” I brought up.

“Well you won’t have to worry about me afterwards, just don’t bury me in the family mausoleum. It’s my only wish. We’ve got a cemetery exactly for this reason," Patrick explained.

I was about to ask what the wall was about but a gentle knock came from the door. Outside was Cameron, now wearing an extremely long, vintage, felt coat over her black tank-top. She only signed one thing, then turned around and began walking back to her tent.

“Foods ready," Patrick explained and began to move to the back of the trailer. “I’m going to get changed real fast. Do you want to wait here or go ahead?”

“I think I’ll wait here, not ready to meet the rest of the family on my own," I chose and stood, leaning against the door that creaked under my shoulder. Patrick shrugged then pulled back a curtain that I assumed either led to the only room or a bathroom.

When he reappeared he wore a flannel and khaki pants, I was sensing fashion among the Welders. I would have to go shopping if I was to become the next Criss Angel of Oregon. As we walked, I noticed other people joining up and bringing food to other tents and I suddenly felt very empty handed.

“Should we be bringing a casserole or something?” I asked and stuck my hands into my pockets.

“You just got here, I think Griffin and Cami will let you off this time," he answered.

“Are they like together or something? I thought they were brother and sister but they have different last names."

“Nope, just really good friends ever since Cameron showed up. Plus Griffin was the only one who knew sign language."

“That’s completely sensible. They seem nice," I replied. Patrick didn’t respond just kind of nodded and kept walking. The camp seemed a lot more active at night.

Everyone was crowded around a plethora of fires or dutch ovens. There were different assortments of smells, some I recognized, some I didn’t. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a small stone well the the triplets were currently serving everyone in tin mugs. When I turned back to Cameron and Griffins camp, I noticed Lee and Delia were already there, huddled under a wool blanket.

“We figured you’d come here. Patrick never cooks. Even if he could without burning down half the forest, he still wouldn’t," Lee said, noticing us. I couldn’t help but chuckle, very much aware of my cousins culinary skills while Patrick only grumbled something and sat cross legged on the ground.

Griffin was the one to serve food. It was a vegetable stew with meat that appeared to be something like chicken, and a chunk of bread. Honestly, everything was amazing. It just felt very… healthy. That was one thing I was definitely not used to.

“Griffin," I asked, dipping my bread into the bowl and taking a large bite. “What kind of meat is this?”

“Fox," he replied as he took a large swig from his water bottle. My eyes widened and Patrick began to chuckle as Griffin quickly said, “Chill, it’s deer. Like I would ever kill a fox."

As I sat next to Patrick, I didn’t really need to say anything because everything seemed so calm and normal. Between eating was teasing and joking, but other than that it was just silent and everyone seemed okay with that. People from other tents came around and said hello, offered carrots and rolls, and then left. Lee got up a few times to go refill water bottles at the well, but other than that we all stayed in our spots, too cold to actually think about moving.

It was nearly 45 minutes into dinner when I was serving myself some more stew from the side of Cameron's tent. Delia came beside me and reached over, grabbing bread and carrots.

“I wanted to apologize," she said, just as I was about to put the ladle down.

“For what?” I asked, slightly oblivious and somehow still knowing what she meant.

“The way I was acting before. It was a total jerk move and I swear I am not always like that… it’s just. Actually I don’t know what it was.... just, I’m sorry," she stuttered.

Even though she wasn’t really good at explaining, I kind of understood what she was saying.

“Don’t worry about it Delia, really. I’m sorry for calling you Regina George," I apologized.

“I kind of deserved it though."

“Yeah you kind of did," I agreed and she laughed, looking back to the fire. “Is it always like this? Everyone is so friendly and sweet. It’s weird."

“Yeah, normally. On rainy days we go into Barney’s place, he’s got a massive kitchen. I guess it’s not weird for us because it’s always been like this. Well for Lee and I anyway," Delia explained.

I didn’t say anything for a moment. We were both still standing at the side of the tent, watching everyone laughing and chatting. Cameron and Griffin seemed to be in a very deep conversation and every now and then she would throw pieces of bread at his forehead.

“Are you going to stay here?” Delia suddenly asked.

I looked at her shocked before replying, “Uhm, I wasn’t even aware that was an option."

“Well of course it’s an option, we all made that choice a long time ago. You may have been here for only a few hours but what you’ve learned so far is only the beginning. You could learn how to make and even use magic. It’s honestly really exciting."

“For how long? I mean, where are all the adults. There are only like three- not counting Barney," I asked.

“They usually go back to Scotland or Ireland. After being at a camp for so long, they go back to the main source. Some because they want more power, some because they want family. My parents live in Ireland, we visit them every so often, but we’ve all just adapted to not having our parents around 24/7/ Either way, you can learn so much from everyone here. Who knows, you could become the most powerful not so Wiccan witch ever," she encouraged.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You are definitely more enjoyable now."

“I’m not so sure about you though," Delia replied, smiled, then went back to her brother.

Lee looked to me, who was still smiling, and motioned to his sister in a kind of “what did she do this time?” gesture. I quickly shook my head and smiled as he went back to stuffing his face like he had been for the past hour.

It would be another 10 minutes before Patrick decided it was getting too late and that it was time that we should head back across camp. I had already figured out that everyone didn’t have a bedtime and stayed up a lot longer, it was clear because so far I was the only one having a yawn attack.

“Are you taking me home?” I asked sleepily as I leaned against Patrick, trying to walk straight.

“The trailer is going to be your home for tonight," he responded and put a supporting arm around my shoulders, pulling me up. I leaned further into him and heard him chuckle as I yawned yet again.

After tossing me a old pair of sweatpants, I laid on the couch while he went and changed. I didn’t see him reappear but I could feel myself being lifted up and set on his bed, heavy blankets being pulled over me.

“Goodnight ‘cuz," Patrick whispered as he yanked the small chain to the plastic crystal chandelier that was hanging over the bed and laid down on the couch, pulling one of the many blankets over him.

The last thing I remember is myself mumbling, “But I didn’t brush my teeth."

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