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racetraxk-higgins · 7 years

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Bruises - Part Two

PART ONE: https://racetraxk-higgins.tumblr.com/post/165444222811/bruises-sprace

i’m stressed and depressed and my writing isn’t the best in this and there’s too many time skips but i did this instead of doing homework bc im a bad student so,,,,,

also if you want more parts lemme know??

if you have prompts / headcannons let me know bc i love writing so like anything to get me out of doing homework i will definitely do and it’ll be cool to do it?? only if you want to though don’t feel obligated to do it. Sorry im ramblin

//// the one where there’s a party and spot breaks his promise of not talking to race////

warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol and kissing/making out/ hinted smut

“Woah, why the grumpy face?” Albert, Race’s best friend, asked as Race walked into Albert’s house after getting back from detention. Race looked absolutely pissed. His hands were clenched by his sides and the cigarette that was in his mouth had bite marks from him chewing on it so hard.

Flopping onto the couch Race grabbed Albert’s lighter and lit his smoke, leaning his head back and letting out a sigh of relief as the smoke poured from his lips, “I had the fucking honour in meeting the famous Spot Conlon today.” He said.

Albert chuckled, “And? How’d that go?” He asked as he himself lit his own cigarette and leaned back into the couch.

Race rolled his eyes and looked over towards Albert, “He’s a fucking asshole who thinks he’s all high and mighty because there’s people in the school who’s afraid of him. Like sure, okay maybe he is a bit terrifying but I’d still soak him if I wanted to. Anyways; he had the nerve to ask me if I knew who he was? Like did he think he was fucking President Obama or some shit? Clearly.”

“And? What did you say to him?”

Race chuckled, “Told him he was small. I mean when you mentioned him before I always pictured him to be taller than that one guy you hang out with. What’s his name again? Don? Dan?”

“David?” Albert asked.

“Yeah, him. Or Mouth. I mean he talks way too much, it just seems fitting. Anyways; I pictured him to be tall as David but really he’s a bit smaller than me. Like holy fuck.”

Albert paused and looked over at Race, “Wait, hold up. Did you just say you called the Spot Conlon short and never got soaked?”

Race shrugged, “Yeah.”

“I’m shocked he didn’t.” Albert replied.

Laughing, Race shook his head and finished his smoke, “I’d like to see him try.”

As soon as Spot walked through the doors of Medda’s house a very excited Jack ran up to Spot

followed by a smiling David and two girls Spot has never met before.

“You have to tell me everything. Are they cute? What’s their pronouns? Did you talk to them? How’d it happen?” Jack blabbed on as he clung to Spot. Spot groaned and gently tried to get Jack away, looking over to David for some help. David just laughed and shook his head.

Spot sighed and pushed Jack, managing to get the taller boy off of him, “I met him in detention. Yes, I talked to him. No, it wasn’t a nice conversation. He’s fucking ugly and I never want to talk to him again.” Spot walked over to the couch and sat down then looked at the two girls he didn’t know. “Who’s you’se?”

The taller one of the two girls spoke up, “I’m Katherine. This is my girlfriend Sarah.”

“And you’re here because?”

“Spot!” David hissed, “Be nice. Sarah is my sister. Katherine is Jack’s friend from the school newspaper. They’re here because we were all hanging out when you texted Jack about your soulmate problem.”

He grumbled, “Yeah well it’s not really a problem. Guy’s an asshole. I had to refrain myself from soakin’ ‘em the moment he walked into the classroom.” Spot said, clearly unimpressed, “Like I had always said, soulmates are stupid. Especially mine.”

Sarah, who was quiet until now, spoke up, “What’s his name?”

“Antonio but he calls himself Race. What a stupid fucking name.” Spot huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

David chuckled, “And Spot is any better?”

“Shut it, Mouth or I’ll soak you.”

Jack looked over at Spot and then ran over, sitting next to him, “Did you just say you met him in detention?”

Spot nodded as he rolled his eyes, “Um..Yes? Are you deaf as well as annoying?”

“Your soulmate is the new kid! Holy shit, I knew that bruise on his face looked familiar! You got to tell him, Spot. He seems like a cool guy.” Jack replied as he beamed from ear to ear, “Please talk to him. Then I won’t have to hear you complain about how stupid soulmates are and the fact that yours loves to get his ass kicked.”

Spot shook his head, “There’s no way in hell I’m talking to him again. I can promise you that”

A week passed and Spot kept his promise of not talking to Race. If he seen Race in the hallways he’d just stare ahead, not even bothering to look up at him. If Race showed up to detention then Spot made sure to stick his headphones in so he didn’t have to hear Race’s annoying ass mumbling.

It was Friday and Spot was in Math class when he got a note passed to him about a party at Albert’s house. Passing it along to the person in front of him Spot made a mental note to pick up booze before he went home.

Albert was known around the school as the guy who had the best parties. During the summer he had such a big one that people could barely move around in the house. The cops never bothered him because of the neighbourhood he lived in and the people next door to him were all college frat boys so having a party that was loud wasn’t anything of annoyance to them. In fact half of them came over to join the high school kids halfway through the night.

Once the bell rang Spot rushed out to the hallway to find Jack. When he found him he was with David, Katherine, and Romeo.

“Hey,” Spot said as he walked up, “You hear about Albert’s party?”

Jack nodded, “Yeah. Me and Romeo are thinking about skipping off for the rest of the day and going to go get our booze and shit. Wanna come?”

“Definitely.”

Spot has been at the party for only thirty minutes and already Romeo has managed to break something, Crutchie as found the shot glasses, Jack and David are gone off to make out somewhere, and Spot is already a bit buzzed

The music was loud and the smell of Marijuana filled the room. The rooms look hazy from the smoke and the sweat that’s in the air and people are pilled into the big house. People making out on couches, dancing against each other, others played beer pong or were just sat down with their drink watching everyone act stupid.

The crowd was a big one. Spot was practically squished everywhere he went and the number of times people almost fell on him has been enough to get Spot slightly annoyed. Instead of doing what sober Spot would do, which is punch whoever it was who fell into him, he just quietly moved away and decided to slip into the kitchen to get another drink and cool off.

He didn’t bother to look at who was in the kitchen instead he just went straight towards the fridge and grabbed the booze that he had bought for himself. Opening it up, he kicked the fridge door closed with his foot and chugged his drink.

When someone from behind him spoke up Spot may or may not have jumped at least ten feet.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you here,”

Spot turned around and almost groaned when he seen Race sat down on the counter with a joint in his left hand and a beer in the other. “Yeah, same. But yet here you are.”

Race rolled his eyes as he took a drag, “Why you here? You know Albert?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Spot said as he leaned against the counter and took another swig from his drink, “Why you here? Didn’t think someone as annoying as you could be friends with Albert.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Race replied.

Spot looked over and rolled his eyes. Race had a little smirk on his face and as he brought his joint up to take another drag Spot couldn’t help but get into a little bit of a trance.

Honestly Spot couldn’t tell if it was because of the alcohol or if it was because he actually paid more attention to Race in this moment then he ever did since he first seen Race but Race was fucking beautiful. His blond curls and bright blue eyes, the way his muscles looked when he wore the stupid button up shirt he was wearing now. Even the way he wore the hat that was on his head was some how beautiful. Not only that his face seemed to have some sort of innocence to it, even when he was smirking and blazed out of it. Looking to Race’s cheek he noticed that the bruise was now almost completely gone, just like the one on Spot’s face. If Spot was sober he wouldn’t have admitted to himself that Race was hot when he had bruises on his face, but Spot was getting drunker by the moment and right now all he wanted to do was kiss Race until that pretty little smirk was wiped off his face.

“Jesus, Spot. Ya should really stop thinkin’, I can smell the smoke from over here.” Race said, his smirk staying in place as he looked over at Spot. Spot looked angry and it made Race’s heart jump but not in fright, “Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it, huh? Soak me?”

Spot only shook his head, taking long strides towards Race. Before Race could even react Spot’s lips were against his in a rough kiss.

Both fought for dominance but in the end Spot ended up winning. Race’s legs wrapped around Spot’s waist and his hands found his way into Spot’s hair. Spot had on of his hands against Race’s lower back, the other put up his shirt.

Pulling away for a breath Race looked at Spot with hungry eyes, “My bedroom?”

Spot looked confused, “You live here?”

“Yes, now my bedroom or not?” Race asked as he leaned down and began to leave kisses down Spot’s neck.

Spot almost gasped and nodded as he tilted his head so Race could get at his neck better, “Lead the way.”

#Sprace #sprace au #sprace fic #race/spot #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #spot and race #fic #Newsies #soulmate au #au #mentioned katherine and sarah #mentioned jack and david #romeo #albert #other newsies

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Melting Of The Ice Cream Girl [ pt.2 ]

PD101 / MXM’s Im Youngmin X Reader [fem ver] part one TW: use of vulgar language, mild violence i think… better to put these up anyway Fluff, mild angst bullet-point ver. [ scenario ver. : coming soon ] • some stuff happens that makes you go all ICE princess where is ice cream girl • your stare could freeze Youngmin • can Youngmin still melt you? oMGgg guys idk what’s wrong with me i’m on a roll right now but i literally re-read part one and got super happy after that like it didn’t even feel like I wrote it okay bye buT yAY IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVE IT ANON I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE TOO EVEN THOUGH I’M BAD AT WRITING ANGST gOD BLESS - admin L PS: sorry but scenario ver. might take a long time :((( ___________ • it’s pretty awkward still • you can’t stop blushing • Youngmin can’t stop talking to you • and chuckling when you barely nod out a reply • your face is like a tomato • what is a regular heartbeat anymore? • Youngmin’s so perfect you can’t even breathe the same air as him it isn’t possible • but he seems happy sharing the same table as you • as much as his sunbae + chaebol™ clique is yelling for him and Donghyun to return to them • they stay rooted to their seats • and somehow it makes you really happy on the inside • but on the outside, it looks as if your glare can get hell to freeze over • you try to get Woojin or Daewhi’s help but they’re so engrossed in conversation about something personal with Donghyun • that Youngmin feels that he shouldn’t interfere with because he isn’t interrupting • he’s just admiring your face and picking at his fries • also trying to start a conversation with you • at least he’s trying and you really appreciate it

• suddenly you have this nudge of confidence and you blurt out • ‘you’re in the same mathematics class as Mina, aren’t you, oppa?’ • deadass Youngmin’s pupils dilate when you call him that • moVING ON • he smiles and nods his head • ‘yeah i know mina, she’s cool. we actually sit next to each other in class.’ • then silence • … • *crickets chirping* • ‘yo Y/N why don’t you tell Youngmin and Donghyun about the game you created’ • oh god Woojin why • your best friends are grinning smugly at you • the focus shifts to you • ‘uh…uh, it’s nothing much really…’ you try to avoid it • but the hopeful and interested look on Youngmin’s face makes you give in • ‘It’s like…idk what we call it but for now, we call it mall hide and seek’ ( made up game by yours truly™ ) • so like hide and seek but across the whole mall and you can text clues and whatnot • Youngmin and Donghyun want to play • sunbae + chaebol™ clique hears and joins in as well • resulting in your face resembling a tomato • one of the boys in the clique makes fun of your blushing face • 'yah! don’t laugh at her like that, it’s rude of you.’ Youngmin defends • yOU aRE SHocKED • diD MY CRUSH JUST DO THAT ??? • uHM YES SIS HE DID • 'oh, it’s okay….’ • 'but thank you Youngmin’ • oKAY HIS ENTIRE FACE LIGHTS UP • hE’s SUDDENLY GLOWING • and that makes you crack a smile • even though it’s a tiny one • you guys get up to leave • and Youngmin refuses to leave your side for some reason but you don’t really care • because • who would? He’s Im Youngmin • you’re blessed if he approaches you • and he’s your crush so • you guys start playing • and Youngmin decides to hide in the supermarket • so you find yourself squashed in the tissue paper section with a laughing Im Youngmin • he doubts the finders would ever search in behind a wall of tissue boxes • thank god no one reports ya’ll • you’re giggling so hard it kinda unlocks your crazier side • you feel like you can reveal a bit of your true self to Youngmin • he seems trustworthy • suddenly your phone chimes • your mum needs you to buy some spices • sighing reluctantly, you emerge from your hiding spot and Youngmin follows you • you try to push him back since Woojin and Sewoon have already found Donghyun, Samuel and Kenta • skillz™ • but he’s like 'no i can’t leave you, we hide together, we die together’ • even though it’s possibly the dumbest thing he has ever said, your heart flutters uncontrollably • you roll your eyes but grabs his hand and drags him along • Youngmin is sHOokeTH • shES HOLDING MY HAND OH MY GODDHDKSHSKDB • you don’t even realise because skinship is such a common thing with your friends • Youngmin is about to faint from happiness • he can die happy • you grab a basket and start searching for things from the list • surprisingly, Youngmin takes and interest and also helps you to get things • he also tells you about how his parents use roughly the same types of herbs • also helps you reach the top shelf if you can’t • just looking like a domestic couple • newly weds • like the wholesome couple just grocery shopping together • you find yourself enjoying it so much you don’t feel as if Youngmin is a acquaintance • he asks for your number • and you two chat a lot as you’re grabbing items • when your just finishing at the cashier • Jung Sewoon, a member of the sunbae + chaebol™ clique spots you two • 'there!’ • you hastily thank the cashier and make a run for it • grabbing Youngmin’s hand and your stuff of course • you manage to outrun the school’s star tracker, Takada Kenta • 'yo dude, let’s let them go to the rooftop and do romantic shit before ambushing them’ • 'do you guys want bubble tea?’ • 'i bet Youngmin’s going to kiss her first’ • Samuel loses the bet • you guys are up on the rooftop sky garden • how romantic • you guys out breath and struggling to catch it while doubling over in laughter • 'did we lose them?’ Youngmin asks • 'i thinks we did’ you reply, giggling • 'you’re crazy, Y/N. I love it’ he says • you’re caught off guard but recovers quickly • nOW OR NEVER Y/N • you pull him close by his fancy as tie bc he’s a sunbae + chaebol and loves dressing up • tip-toeing • 'then i suppose you’ll love this’ • before you can back out, you press your lips to his • hE IS STUNNED • you break away but he pulls you back in to kiss you more • honestly, you don’t know what you guys are but you know the feeling is mutual • you do go home with a heavy heart after he doesn’t say anything about a future relationship • at least he was your first kiss • but you’re absolutely crushed when Youngmin arrives to school in his fancy ass car on Monday • he isn’t alone • it’s like a scene in a drama • and this pretty, tall, rich girl steps out on the other side • you were halfway done the steps to meet him but you just turn around and storm the other way • your temper has been tested • 'you don’t want to mess with Y/N, she’ll ice you to death’ • you’re mad, why? • Youngmin can’t make out with you on Friday but come to school with another girl on Monday • what’s worse? you spent the whole weekend texting him • he was behaving super sweet and lovey dovey • clearly interested • and now…. • they aren’t related • so she’s a competition • she’s his dad’s boss’s daughter who transferred schools halfway through Sophomore year • she isn’t in any of your classes but she seems like a fairly pleasant person • Hyemi and Mina aren’t having it either, since they know about your little incident • you can’t even look at Youngmin • he’s confused when you don’t return the smile or wave • i guess she never really liked me ??? • lol son im sorry but u dumb • ( yOungmIN SWEETIE IM SORRY IM DOING YOU SO DIRTY RIGHT NOW ) • he asks about you in math class but Mina just shrugs in response • it continues for a week • you can’t exactly kick the poor innocent girl out of school can you? • but she seems to want to extend her 15 seconds of new girl fame • she goes around bragging about how she and suuupppeerr close • 'oh! we were just in his room watching a movie yesterday’ she says to her little group of Freshman fangirls • 'did you two cuddle?’ one of them pipes up, eyes wide • 'yupp! we live in the same house for now so we’re super close. the mansion is huge.’ • basically, she’s trying to brag about being Youngmin’s friend • Kenta told you that Youngmin’s only nice to her because she’s like his annoying little sister and his dad would have his head if he isn’t • you hold you temper but one day • she’s just sitting there in the canteen outrightly insulting Samuel for being the 'poorest’ in the sunbae + chaebol™ squad and being mixed • ( i fcking love samuel how dare you not like him just bc he’s mixed im mixed too wtf wtf wtf i still don’t understand ) • you just about beat Donghyun to confrontation • 'it’s funny how you laugh at others for small things like that but you don’t even have enough money for your own house,“ you hiss even though it’s a really low jab to take at her • you have 0 chill when it comes to your friends, even though Samuel isn’t the closest • the Sophomore pushes out her chair and stands up to meet your eye but she’s still shorter than you • 'eXCuSE mE?’ • 'you heard me. you talk shit about Samuel yet you’re living off the Im family.’ • the Sophomore bitch shoves you as hard as she can but you barely wavers • 'LIsTEN! I cAN taLK abOut whOEVER i waNt tO. SamUEL DOESN’t belONG iN thAT cLiqUe. WhO tF dO yOU tHiNK YOu ARe?’ • you scoff, mildly amused by this Sophomore • 'someone Youngmin oppa actually likes’ • she screams so shrilly it causes your ears to bleed before lifting her hand • you catch it before Hyemi and Mina can interfere • leaning to her ear, 'you have no right to look down on someone just because of their social status or because of their race.’ • 'it was joke’ she whimpers out as your grip on her tightens • 'there’s a fine line making a joke and being a bitch but I guess you’re both’ you spit, releasing her arm • she tries to shove you again ??? lololol this girl issa joke • suddenly, you’re wretched away • Youngmin storms out of the canteen but before he can, you yank your hand out of his grasp, glowering at him • 'you don’t deserve me!’ you yell, anger bubbling over • he’s speechless but you still follow him to the bleachers in the gymnasium • there’s a really long and bitter silence • 'thanks…on behalf of Samuel, you didn’t need to….Donghyun would’ve-’ • 'Samuel’s my friend, of course I should have’ you cut off, 'what do you want anyway? i need to go.’ • Youngmin catches your arm as you turn to leave, 'why are you ignoring me? what did I do?’ • you raise your eyebrows at him in disbelief, 'Im Youngmin, you are one of the smartest students in this school. you should know what you did’ • he shakes his head and hangs it in shame • 'i don’t know? how about…making out with me on Friday, texting me all weekend just like a boyfriend would but showing up on Monday with a girl and not denying any of the shit she’s spewing? i don’t even know anymore’ • he’s apologising countlessly but you don’t even know anymore • you’re out off the gymnasium before he can catch you again … • it’s been another week since that entire fiasco and everything has settled down since then • Samuel won’t get over the fact that you stuck up for him and nearly got suspended • Sophomore did get suspended because she initiated the fight • you ignored Youngmin the whole time as much as your heart ached and as much as you cried but it was too mentally pressing to try to keep up with a guy like him • one day, a letter falls out of your locker when you open it • it’s from your alpaca boy • 'y/n, i’m sorry. hear me out, we can make this work. 3 pm, basketball courts’ • Hyemi and Mina caution you, even Woojin and Daewhi are skeptical but you’re at the basketball courts at precisely 3 pm • Youngmin’s already waiting for you on one of the benches, he smiles - which you can’t return - and gestures for you to come closer • 'i’m sorry i behaved like that. i had a lot going on, believe me when I say I argued with my parents for an hour when they told me about…Anna’s arrival. it was unexpected and I didn’t exactly like her.’ he sighed 'i guess i really f*cked with you without even realising. I’m sorry. I should have made things clear from the start to her. I’m sorry I played with your emotions and that she said such things.’ • 'what did you want to make clear?’ you prodded, hope rising in your chest • Youngmin’s eyes met your own and his hand enclosed yours, beaming. 'that I want to be with you, because I like you’ • you’re elated but at the same time, you can’t accept how things are • 'I-I’ll have to… think about it…with all that’s happened,’ you stammer • the smile on his face falls but he nods understandingly • 'I understand. I’m willing to wait for you.’ • your answer isn’t immediate and Youngmin got pushed to the greatest lengths to try to win you back • he really isn’t giving up • honestly, you’re touched he’s courting you for so long • it was entertaining for his clique and yours which had bonded together to form one power squad • eventually, you fall for his advances once again • you’re truly an ice cream girl • sweet, crazy, cold and sticks to Youngmin’s lips • it isn’t like he’s complaining

#admin L #im youngmin #MXM #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #kim donghyun #MXM scenarios #BNM #bnm boys #bnm trainees

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 7 years

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Anonymous said: Holy frick that is so encouraging and I needed that so much bc I literally visited my college to measure my dorm room and drove home in tears bc I panicked myself into a frenzy about whether or not everything leading me to this point has been a mistake and what if I fail and ruin my life before it even starts (I have since calmed down a little) so your encouragement was much needed & is much appreciated

I’m glad I could help <3 <3 <3 Good luck at school! I’m sure you’ll kick its ass

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Oh goodness I’m all a blushin :’)

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Aw thank you!

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Unfortunately I don’t often take requests these days, but I’ll definitely keep Colin in mind!

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[Bruce Wayne voice] hired

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Okay again I don’t usually take fic requests BUT I like me some angst so the odds that this will eventually happen.... are extremely high. I’ll try to remember to dedicate the next one to you :) And thank you!

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Duuuude back at Lake Michigan last month the same thing happened to me. I was taking care of my little sister and her five year old friend, so I was so busy making sure they were okay that the wave plowed me halfway across the beach

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babybatbrat said: (2) so i start the problem and explain how i got through all the values - "okay so the rod is 5 inches long and half of 5 is 3 and a half -" and i stopped there bc it occurred to me that 3.5 is not half of 5. "it's what?" My teacher asks. i put my head in my hands and stood there for a minute before picking up my work and walking to the back of the classroom while he laughed, bc i had just spent 45 minutes convinced that half of 5 was 3.5 and not, in fact, 2.5, and that was the only thing wrong

Honestly??? Relatable

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Incredible...... 10/10.....

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Well hey that’s pretty cool

Anonymous said: I adore your Tumblr. It was a wonderful way to get into the Batfamily fanbase; prior, I thought that there was only one Batman and a single Robin, dearie me was I wrong. And those stories you write, just great. The Headcanons are just as enjoyable. As for Batman, that has come to be a sibling enjoyment. Thank you for your contributions and existence!

!!!!!! Welcome to the crew!

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Thanks! I am having a good day today! Although I’m sure it’s been a long time since you sent this :////

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Ooooooh hm I’m mighty attached to n52 Batman and Robin? Particularly the first storyline, but the second is also fantastic

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THANK YOU!!! THAT ONE IS MY FAVORITE AND I AM VERY PROUD OF IT

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Tim Drake? It’s been years since I heard that name.....

Finally. Thank goodness.

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Y’all seeing this? Anon gave me permission. Can’t yell at me next time because it won't be my fault (thanks babe :))

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Thank you! I’m excited to listen to these! I’ll start right now!

Anonymous said: 1) What are the good comics to read for Batfamily stuff (from any point in time) and 2) what are the best Jason Todd comics? Thanks!

Okay for Jason I would definitely start with the big ones, which are A Death In the Family and Under the Red Hood. After that you could try Red Hood: the Lost Days and Countdown to Final Crisis. I would avoid the n52 series until you have a good enough grasp of the character to recognize bad writing when you see it.

For the generalized batfam.... that’s pretty broad. My personal favorites are Red Robin, Batgirl (2009), and both B&R series. If you have more specific questions, you should IM me! I promise I’m better about answering those than asks

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Anonymous said: Hidden citizens paint it black 💜

Much obliged!

Anonymous said: Harry styles "sign of the times".

[adds to list] thank you!

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Yooooooo I miss cstat too :((((

palliddark said: Adalgiza, and I'll be a translator (English to Brazilian Portuguese)

[Bruce Wayne voice] also hired

maeofthedead said: I love your headcannons and now I sort of want to cry thank

Excellent that is the exact target response

Anonymous said: Love your rant in the tags about the pizza making I'm laughing so hard

Listen..... I have strong feelings

Anonymous said: Did you hear they're making an omnibus of Tomasi's entire run on Batman & Robin?? I just heard and now I kinda want to get this massive book in honor of my favorite batkid and the series that made me love him so much

Man I already have all the individual volumes but if I didn’t......

sonicboom00724601 said: Hi. :) Nice headcanon. :)

I’m not sure which one you’re talking about, but thank you! You're real sweet

Anonymous said: can you maybe write an interaction between Wonder Woman and Captain America? I absolutely adore your style and would love to see your take on it.

Hmmmm I don’t really have a good enough grasp of Captain America’s characterization to try that one :////

Anonymous said: i tried to kill on mosquito that was on my ceiling by slamming it with a book but mosquito was on the move so i bounced swiftly and jammed both my wrist and thumb and now my existence is Pain. also my thumbs swelling and looks purple, so that's nice

Oh shit anon you good???

daziy said: Do we know who Barbara's mother usually is?

Yeah! In her original version, Babs had a birth mom and an adopted mom. She was originally Jim’s niece, so her birth mom’s name was Thelma Gordon. After the adoption, her parents were Jim and Barbara Gordon, with her adopted mother being her namesake. So two Barbara Gordons.

I think for awhile the canon was that her mother died in a car crash, but the current version has her still alive. She left Jim when Babs was young, taking her son (Babs’s brother) with her. James Gordon (the son) turned out to be a serial killer.

Barbara Gordon Sr. and James Gordon Jr. both appeared in the n52 Batgirl series during the Death of the Family arc. There’s also a very good story about James from the Dickbats period. That one’s called The Black Mirror, if I’m not mistaken?

Anonymous said: Hi! What do you think of the upcoming metal event? Dick and Damian seem to have a big role in it ( I hope Jason is involved too but there's still no sign of it)

Hmmmm I don’t know that I have an opinion just yet, but as always, I hope to be pleasantly surprised

Anonymous said: bless you are your wonderful tagging system. know that i may have avoided death because of how easy it was to f ind the thing I wanted in your tags. bless

Oh goodness anon I hope you’re not serious about almost dying.... but thanks?

Anonymous said: hi amy! would u say that damians narrative is written as a child abuse one? like there are definitely many allusions to it but its also not as explicit as say, cassandra or rose. like how much of it would u chalk up to comic world dynamics and how much to actual abuse? also would u consider jason to also be a case of this?

Oh I have very strong opinions about the role of abuse in Damian’s narrative. It’s absolutely there, and the effects are staggeringly large. There is no doubt in my mind that the league was an abusive environment, and I can’t justify some of the things Bruce did either.

I think I would say the same thing for Jason, if not quite as strongly. I definitely think that some of the things that happened to Jason as a child shaped his story later on, but less of those were abuse than outside circumstances. The n52 takes a different track on that one, I think, but I don’t put much stock in that characterization.

Anonymous said: has jason forgiven bruce for not killing joker? if so, what made him?

Unlikely. They get along better these days, but I would argue that comes from poor characterization of Bruce, not an actual resolution process.

mellenabrave said: My mom accidentlly threw my Damian doll away (╥_╥)

Tossed in the garbage by yet another parent--

Anonymous said: Whoa where'd you get that bat and oracle shirt you're wearing in your necklace pic? It's so cool! (The necklace is also gorgeous!)

Shoot I think it was from Redbubble? But I can’t find it now

Anonymous said: Omg that necklace was so cool!!! Kudos to the maker of it!! Also I really like your top!!

Thank you <3

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Fic titlefor zoop bc im trash: "Fairest and Fallen" gud luk

The Fairest and the Fallen (and those who followed)

Judy wanted to be a Knight.

Nick wanted to be left alone.

Neither would really get what they wanted.

Here. Take my messy excuse of a story! I needed some practice between writing practicum and this is what I could come up with! It’s a little… nonsensical. But it’s the cause of sleepless nights, grad school, and a test tomorrow morning that I haven’t nearly studied enough for.

Enjoy!

He is a thief, and she is a…

She is what she is. And she tells him, as she waves a sword in his face, that she’s a knight.

“A knight, huh?” He scoffs, and jingles the cuffs she’d ceremoniously slapped onto his wrists. They were rusted and red, and he hoped that whatever that was wasn’t blood but he had a sneaky suspicion-

She breaks him from his reveries. “You’re coming with me.” The daggers at her belt aren’t tied correctly, and they clink together when she turns on her heel. “The King has an order out for you. First knight to bring you back gets the reward.”

“First Knight.” He followed her, falling into step cheerfully. “I don’t think he said First Bunny. Do you get cuteness points or something?”

She spun round, and her sword was back. Held incorrectly, he noted. One swat of his paws and that thing would go flying halfway across the little crushed shell path they were standing on. He smiled, giving his reflection on the blade a little how-do-you-do. “Don’t” she intones, “call me cute.”

“Fine. Adorable. Endearing. Small and fluffy. Doesn’t matter. You’re still all of the above. And Knight hardly qualifies.”

She looks like she wants to cut him down. He doubted she could. But. Still. The look was almost enough. Then, with a haughty little puff of air, she collected herself up. The seashells under her feet rattled when she began to walk again. “Just… let’s go. I don’t have time for this.”

“Two weeks walk to the King’s. You’ve got plenty of time for me, Fluff.”

He’s right. And she’s regretting it dearly.

He knows how to annoy her. And oh, how he does it well. Sing-alongs at dusk. Rocks thrown just next to her head (and she always spins when the whistle tickles her sensitive ears), and the ever changing slew of nicknames.

He stuck with Carrots after it made her cheeks go burgundy.

“So, Carrots-“

“That’s not my name.”

“What’s the deal with this whole knight shtick? You trying out for a club or something?”

She stiffens. Shakes her head. “It’s… nothing.”

“It’s obviously not.”

“Just forget it.”

“No.” He rattles his cuffs. “But if it helps, I can go back to singing.”

She doesn’t answer. Which prompted another, louder, more off key, version of Greensleeves.

The Rabbit would not stop him.

It’s around 2 in the afternoon when he’d make his first getaway attempt.

It would end up with him on his ass in a pile of dried leaves. He wheezed and pressed a paw to his chest. “Forget the sword! Use your feet instead!”

“You were running!”

“And look at that! You caught me!” He lifted himself up and groaned. “Give a guy a little warning next time.”

She knelt and gave it her best shot at a sneer. “Sorry. Next time I’ll leave a map for you. Best escape routes from prospective knights.”

“I know you’re being snide, but I’d use that.” She reached for her sword and he lifted his cuffed hands. “Fine. You got me. But next time, leave a map.”

She’d tell him her name in the middle of his terrible recitation of a poem. He thought it might have been to keep him from talking. Which was… fair. But still. It was something.

“Judy.”

He stops talking. Blinks at her over the meager fire they’ve set on a pile of dried pine needles and ash wood. The air smells like cracked bark and mold. “Hmm?”

“My name is Judy. Or Judith, if you wanna scold me.” She laughs at her own joke, but it’s hesitant and a little mournful and makes his chest feel tight. “In case you wanted to call me something other than Carrots.”

“I don’t.”

“Right. Okay. That’s fine.” She looks down. Searches through her pouch for some of the fruit they’ve been living off for the past two days. A little bruised and soft. He accepts a peach, and his claws pop the skin. Juice runs down his wrist. She flinches.

“Nick,” says Nick, drawing her back to the world between them. “Or Nicholas, if I’m on trial. Which I am. Pretty often.”

“Nicholas.”

“Eh eh eh. Not on trial.”

“Nick.” She tastes the name on her tongue, and from the way her face contorts, finds it barely edible. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” She nods. Reaches a paw just over the little fire. Her gray fur glows a marble. “Hello Nick. I’m Judy.”

He shakes her paw. “And hello to you too, Carrots.” She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t say anything. Instead she bites into her own peach and looks up. It’s hard to see the stars with the light just between them, but there’s just enough room in the sky to share what view is there.

At around one am the fire goes out. She shivers beneath the thin clothes. “You didn’t bring anything warmer?”

“Had to pack light,” she explains through her chattering teeth. Those huge front teeth seem to slide and dice her words. “I uh… I didn’t exactly have these things when I left.” He cocks his hed. “I mean… what I mean is that these aren’t mine. The clothes, the sword-“

Nick sucks in gasp the Bards would have found too dramatic and pushed a hand to his chest. “What! You mean that that well handled weapon isn’t yours! Oh Carrots! You confuse and befuddle me!”

“Shut up.” A smile pads the words. “I took them from one of my brothers.”

“One of them.”

“A few of them. Bertram didn’t have a sword, but he had the frock so.” He looks at her and sees that what she’s wearing, the blue stained thing, is indeed too big for her. It looks like it was made for a buck. Broad shouldered, maybe. But if it weren’t for the leather belt around her waist, the thing would have practically swallowed her whole. “And yeah, I have about 177 brothers to choose from-“

“What!”

“Oh hush. Rabbit families are- never mind. You know. Anyway, I took them. And I left.”

“You don’t think maybe that was a little… daring of you? They’re going to notice that their most annoying of little sisters is missing.”

Her ears flatten back. She looks into the fire. And when she scoffs, he can see the acid turn the air green. “No. They won’t.”

“You sure? Because I’m sure that the whole holier-than-thou act must get at least a few of your hundreds of relatives attention.”

“No,” says Judy again. She stands up and moves to the little cloth she’d spread out as a bed. She shivered again, but he felt like it might have been more than the cold. “No one misses runts.”

Oh.

Nick sits in front of the fire for a few more moments before he moves to his own mat.

The next morning he doesn’t sing any songs.

Runts.

Usually they’re left under bridges and beside trees to die without the aid of a mother or merciful hand. Judy was one of the luckiest and unluckiest. Kept, but ignored. Her size and her health would be endless factors of her situation in the hierarchical familial structure.

Nick guessed that she must have been nothing more than the centerpiece of a families sympathies.

He noticed new things. The way she held swords too heavy for her. The occasional burst of a shiver rolling down her spine. She hid little bits of herbs in her pouch and she chewed on them when she thought he wasn’t looking. The weaknesses of body were natural for her person, and he wondered if offering his empathy would only make her smaller.

He apologizes later. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He’s not sure, actually. But he says “for being an ass” because that covers all grounds and allows room for improvement.

Judy snorts. But he feels like he’s forgiven.

On the fourth day, he teaches her to hold a sword. “You’re smaller than most rabbits, so you can’t hold it like most rabbits.” She looks like she wants to take offense, but he kicks her in the back of the knees and she stumbles. “This isn’t because you’re a runt. It’s because you’re an idiot with a heavy weapon and you thought you could just go ahead and swing it around.”

“Ass.”

“True. But irrelevant.” He kicks at her again, and she jumps to the side. “Now take off my cuffs. I’m going to show you.”

“I can’t just-“

“You want to be a knight?” She goes quiet. “Then uncuff me, Chickadee. You’ve got too much to learn not to take a helping paw.”

She’s not terrible. But oh, she has a lot to learn. And as he slaps her side with the sticks they found under an elm he makes it clear; “you suck at this.”

“I’m getting better” she bites back.

“Better isn’t a knight.”

She raises the stick. “Then go again.”

He snorts. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

“And I’m trying to learn.” She whips the stick at him and he jumps back, but the lash of wind startles the cloth over his stomach. “Again.”

She wins two spars out of the eleven, but those two have her standing taller, bruises and all. And that knight she shows her scars off like battle wounds, and proudly exuberates the story like velvet drapery across the wild ground. “See,” she stretched her hands above her head and groaned into a stretch. “Better.”

“Sure, Carrots.”

“Just you wait. Soon enough, I’ll get there. They’ll have to make me a knight when I bring you back. And then…” She tinkers off. Sighs into her lost words.

The unspoken rings between them both. Nick doesn’t voice it. Neither does she. They let it settle, and that is all.

His second escape attempt isn’t his best, but it is his most sarcastic, and that’s a win by his account. Besides, the cuffs were off, and she was still preening from her two victories. It would do her some good to get knocked down a peg.

For humilities sake.

“You left a map,” she growls. He’s down on his back again, courtesy of her feet, and she’s waving the little piece of linen paper in his face. A crudely drawn rabbit standing next to a big X with the words you are here written beside it.

“I thought it would be helpful. How to follow escaped criminals.”

“You’re actually impossible!”

“Yeah. But at least I actually do what I say and make the damn map.”

She kicks him in the knees for that.

He tells her his own story on the fifth day. About a young son trying to make his mother’s life better. About the wrong people. The wrong time. The way he’d tried his best and never quite made enough.

About a mother’s disapproval.

(He apologizes again, to Judy)

(And she doesn’t forgive. Because she doesn’t know how)

“I’m fine,” he lies.

“No you’re not.”

Judy Hopps is not a liar. Is not a bad person, despite the cuffs on her hip and the sword beside it. Despite the dream of locking up sad sacks like him, and the dwindling life that hangs by a gilded chain. And he hates her for it.

He turns away and moves quickly ahead. “We have a King to get to,” mumbles Nick.

And that’s all.

It is on the ninth day (after an eight day of complete silence between the two) that Nick will accidentally push them into a situation that turns the world into a rock and a hard place all at once.

“Come here,” he snarls, frustration turning his voice into gravel. He pulls her forward, grabbing her arms, and ignoring her squeak of protest. His arms are around her before she can do anything else. “This is dumb. We’re traveling together. We can’t ignore each other.”

She stands stiff in his embrace. Face pressed to his chest. He can feel every notch in her spine and ridge of her ribs, and makes a mental note to make her eat more later. “Sorry…” she whispers.

“Stop saying sorry.”

“Sorry,” she says, and he rolls his eyes. He dips his head and scents her, quickly.

“You’re an idiot,” says Nick. He lets her go. “Now come on, Miss Knight. You’ve got somewhere to get.”

Judy stays awake all night and thinks. They’re both the rejects. And she wonders if he looks at her like every other knight who has ever taken him into custody. And it is with this thought that she realizes she cares.

To become a Knight, she has to take everything from him.

He’d lost so much.

She’d lost so much.

The rejects of the Kingdom and she was profiting off the status to find a place he never would.

It is with this care that she blankets her decision and breathes through the guilt until it smokes away. She knows what to do. And so, she does.

The tenth day Nicholas Wilde will wake up alone. She’d left her sword. And a pack of apples.

He checks her bag for the one thing he hopes is there. Which it isn’t.

“Damn it, Carrots,” he snarls, casting the empty bag aside. “You didn’t even leave a fucking map.”

He’s not sure when he became fond of the little nobody from nowhere. But he did. He was. And honestly, she’s useless on her own. So him finding out from his contacts where they’d recently seen

But she caught you, sneered the little voice in his head.

Shut up, he barked back. I let her do that.

Sure you did.

His silence was as good as a win, and the little voice let out a whoop of victory, dancing across the ridge of his morality. Admit it, Fox. You’re sunk!

He was. He really was.

She finds him again.

Or, rather, he finds her. A sword in her face, wide eyes gazing at him from over the hilt. “My my, how the tides have turned!” He feels stupid after he says it, but there’s really no taking back the corniest line in all of history, so he rolls along with the tides and pretends like he’s not kicking himself for it. “Guess who’s under arrest now!”

“Go away, Nick.”

“No, Judith.”

She purses her lips. “I told you. I only get called that when-“

“I remember. And guess what. I’m royally pissed at you. Judith is applicable.” Her pursed lips tighten into a straight line, and he feels rather pleased with himself. “So now I’m taking the revenge duly deserved, Fluff.”

“There’s no revenge. I let you go.”

“No. You walked away. Which is rude.” He poked her in the chest with the sword. “You should at least leave a map.”

“I don’t have a map.”

“Everyone needs a map!”

“What do you care!”

He doesn’t know. At all. So he shrugs. “Does it matter? You left me in the middle of our quest. Mapless! And alone!“

“My quest.”

“Ours. And now you have to complete it. Or you’ll be a dud knight and a washed up nobody, like me. And I won’t allow that.”

They’re standing in the middle of a little glen. He’d found her camped out under a pine tree. And it seemed like the best place possible for an ambush attack. The birds had briefly stopped their incessant screaming to peer in on their private conversation. He weighted the sword in his hand and gripped it better. “So. Should I cuff you? Or will you come willingly?”

“This is dumb, Nick.”

“That’s Sir Nick to you, Judith. And if you don’t come, I’ll cuff you and drag you halfway cross the world to finish whatever stupid thing you need to do to be a guard or a knight or whatever shit dream you’ve got stocked in that brain of yours.”

To her credit, Judy does at least look a little ashamed of the whole ordeal. Still, she twists her hands into her frock and scowls at him from over the blade. “It wasn’t stupid. It was a good dream.”

“Yeah right, and-“ he stops. “Wait. Was?”

It’s another story altogether. And when her face twists up, he lets the sword drop. “Carrots?”

She sits down against the pine tree and tells him everything.

If foxes like him were being put under arrest for her pithy needs, she didn’t want to be a knight at all.

“That’s dumb.”

“You’re dumb.”

“Carrots, you can’t just give up because of one Fox. I’m not even a good fox. I’m a half decent fox. If you’re going to give up over a fox, choose someone worth while.”

“You’re worth my while. And that’s enough.” She picks at the forest floor, and pulls away a little bundle of moss. An ant crawls out and makes its way up her wrist until Nick reaches over and flicks it off. “I just… there are better ways to do this, you know? And the way I was doing it…” Her ears flatten. “I never did apologize. Did I.”

“No. You just left.”

“Right. Sorry for that. Too.”

“S’fine. I’m used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be used to it.” Judy heaves a breath and smoothes back her ears, letting her head drop to her knees for just a moment enough to gather enough strength and say, “I don’t think I ever really wanted to be a Knight. Not if this was the way it went.”

Nick hums. Sits back. “You know… you don’t actually need to work for the King to be a knight. You could just… be a Knight. There are plenty of smaller communities who need them.”

“No one needs a runty rabbit for a Knight.”

He doesn’t mean to say I do, but he says it anyway. And once it’s out there, it’s out there for good. Violets stare at Myrtle, and the two sets of eyes connect for far too long across the tiny space they share.

“Oh…” Judy says.

“Uh… yeah…” Says Nick.

They look away.

(They smile).

“You’ll need to bring me to the King,” says Nick. “If you ever want to be a Knight.”

“I already told you,” she steps over a root. “I don't want to do that. I don’t want to take you to the King. And I don’t want to be a Knight.”

“As if I’ll believe that.” He kicks dirt at her, and she jumps away.

“Ass.”

He chuckles. “You’ll need to at least make this about the quest.”

She follows after him down the little road, away from the castle. She doesn’t know where he’s going. They’re going. But he seems to know, and that’s enough. “What quest?”

“All knights have a quest! And yours is to catch me and bring me into custody and become a world famous knight, yada-yada-yada.”

“You’re right here, Nick. I don’t need to chase you.”

“Oh please. I’m always running.” He turns quickly, and she’s taken by surprise when his claw pushes against her nose. “And you’re always going to chase me.”

“We’re not even running.”

He throws up his arms. “Follow me, then. But at least try. It makes life more interesting.”

So follow him she did.

It’s not perfect. But it’s something.

They’re a pair of rejects, traversing the land. The two of them, claiming the world as their own. She was his knight. He was her thief. He walked. She followed.

(in its own way, it worked)

It would be another few months before she would kiss him. Lying in the fields, looking up at the clouds. She presses her lips to his in something that’s light and fluttery. He sits up.

“What’s that for?”

“For being you.”

“That is deserving of nothing. Miss Judith.”

“And that is a lie, Mr. Nicholas.” She’d smile, and he’d swear she outshone the glare against the steel beside her. “Besides. I caught you.”

He’d laugh. “Does this mean I have to run?”

“Definitely.”

(He’ll let her catch him this time)

(And then he’ll kiss her next)

He’ll never write her poetry. And she’ll never write him a song. But they will chase one another across the lands to find his mother and the foxes that live in the little huts three Kingdom’s. His mother opens the door to a shamefaced son, and a Rabbit in a bright blue frock holding onto his elbow.

“Hi,” says the rabbit. “I’m here to return your son.”

His mother was a scrawny stern woman, but the past light in her eyes warmed at the sight of the fox before her. Still. She managed a glare at the rabbit by his side. “And who are you?”

“I’m his Knight,” she says proudly. “And he’s mine.”

Mrs. Wilde was incredibly hospitable after that. “Thank you for bringing him home,” she’d whisper, holding Judy’s paws. “He needed someone like you.”

“A knight?”

“Not quite,” Mrs. Wilde would say.

Judy would smile. Nod. “I needed him, too.”

As it turns out, the foxes were in need of a knight as much as Nick was. And he claimed that it was selfish of him to keep her for himself.

She was only too happy to apply.

Things are perfect enough that one day she’ll tell him, “they’ll write stories about us,” and he’ll throw back his head and laugh so hard the birds will startle from the thrushes.

“And who’s gonna write this story!”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But someone will.”

“What’ll they say?”

“Who knows! That I chased you until the end of time. Or maybe that we did absolutely nothing with ourselves and became hermits, living off the wastelands. It might be good, though. Or it might not be.” She waggles her brows. “Oh, could you imagine? If it were a positively delicious tale about our exploits?”

“Our exploits are nothing to talk about.”

She slaps his arm. “We’re worth talking about.”

“And what if we’re not?”

Judy lays back against the grass. “Then I suppose I’ll need to write about you, Mr. Wilde.”

He makes no promises that he’ll write about her. But he tells her, if anything, he’ll make her a map. You’ll need a way to find me, Carrots. In case I run away from you and these awful tales.

Please, she snorts, like I won’t always find you.

He believes her.

Nicholas Wilde is very much content with his place in life. And it wont be until the end of their lives – good ones, by all accounts – that he’ll explain to her he was happy.

She’d go first. And he’d hold her paw and smooth her brow and kiss the inside of her wrist. You made me happy, he’d say. You were what songs were sung about. What poems were written for.

Don’t be a sap, she’d rasp back.

Fine, Nick would say. But it goes to show why people write stories after all.

Why?

Facts are definitive, Miss Judith. Words are just another way to find people, if you lay ‘em right. He’d kiss her paw again. Don’t forget to leave me a map, this time.

They hadn’t needed to be proved.

But it was worth remembering that any two people could rattle the words. And if she laid out their story just right, then perhaps the lines drawn would be the easiest path for him to trace.

He’d leave after her. In true fashion, he’d chase.

And she’d wait for him to follow.

The museum curator, Adam Strout stood in front of the last tour of the day. Zootopia Elementary was a decent mix of predator and prey, sitting around in a bored circle. They looked up at the curator with wide, desperate eyes, all screaming please finish quickly. He coughed into his hoof. “Right, well… last display of the tour is the illuminations of La Renard et Le Lapin. A Medieval Illumination discovered in 1874 by an anthropologist who occupied Eastborough, which you know today as Bunny Burrow. What you’ll notice here is-“

A teacher on the outskirts of the small collection of children made a gesture with her clawed paws. Hurry it up. They’re only ten. You’re boring them.

Oh. Right. Ten.

He’d never been particularly good with children. But damn Mr. Frouier for being out sick the last two days. He was the one who usually did the tours like this. How the hell he kept them occupied, Mr. Strout would never know. But here he was, and for now he’d have to suck it up and deal.

“Right,” he began again. “These… pretty papers… show us stories of what might have happened according to lore and legends of the time. That’s like stories that people might have told based on things that happened-“

A Zebra raised his paw and Mr. Strout pointed. “Like when I lie to my parents?”

The class burst into an array of giggles quickly followed by chants of liar liar liar!

The teacher hushed them. Mr. Strout sucked in a breath. “It’s more… exaggerations. This one just happens to be the most famous.” He moved aside and let them see. They got up quickly, filing around the glass box filled with the pages. Sticky paws left little pock marks.

Mr. Strout did his best to repress a shudder.

“Why’s there a fox tryn’ ta eat a rabbit? The question came from the tiniest animal of the group. A little rabbit in a pink jumper standing beside a fox. The fox nodded along. He was wearing a yellow shirt and it clashed almost violently with his orange fur.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, that’s because- here, sit down for me a moment? There we are. Right. Well, to explain it better, these texts were meant to describe a lot of the tales of a Fox and a Rabbit who existed as folklore at the time. We’re not sure he was trying to eat the rabbit at all.” He stood back in front of the group and straightened his shirt. “We’re not even sure if they were real or not. But what we do know is that they were written about, and that they represent the time they were written in.”

The fox, who is not at all interested in how historical markers that stories such as these ones played an important role in preservation and dicovery (much to the curator’s distress), piped up, “why does the fox look mean?”

“In the stories,” the curator pointed down to one of the texts sitting in the middle, “it’s said that the Rabbit was a noble. And she became a knight after she captured the fox. But the fox escaped.”

There was a murmur of mystery that rippled through the ten year old’s. Their teacher smiled, but hushed them. “Be polite.” The class chimed a collective sorry Mrs. Peterson before sitting almost comically straight.

He cleared his throat. “We’re not really sure how it ends. But from what we can see, the Fox and the Rabbit chase each other forever. A few of the texts read that they were eternal enemies. The ones nearest the end,” he pointed towards the very last pages, showing the rabbit cowering below the sword of the fox, “show that she was captured and never heard from again. But whatever it is, it’s a story that we still hold onto as history and use to show how we can-“

There was a crackle from the intercom. Attention Patrons; the Museum will be Closing in Fifteen Minutes.

The class slumped in relief and followed its teacher’s instructions, standing up and beginning to file near the closest exit in what could be considered a shoddy example at a line.

Mr. Strout got ready to leave himself. Except-

“That looks like daddy.” He looked over his shoulder to see the rabbit and the fox from earlier, standing on their tip toes, noses pressed to the glass.

The rabbit nodded its approval. “Definitely daddy.”

“And that’s mommy.”

“Yeah, but she’d win the fight at the end.”

“No, she wouldn’t!”

“Would to!”

“That’s dumb!”

“You’re dumb!”

“Hey! You two!” The teacher hurried over, rolling her eyes at Mr. Strout as she passed (this happens all the time, don’t worry about it) and he let his own smile spread (I’m sure. No worries at all). “Come on. The class is gonna leave without you!”

“But Mrs. Peterson, we found mommy and daddy!”

“I see that! You’ll have to come back later and show them. Now say thank you and let’s go.”

They mumbled a thank you and allowed themselves to be ushered out.

Mr. Strout watched them leave, puttering away after the rest of their classmates, towards the busses parked outside.

“Mr. Strout, you wanna start clearing out?” The security guard had his hand hovering over the light switch.

Strout nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Elmore.”

The bear nodded, Flicked off the light. Left. Leaving Mr. Strout watching the empty doorway the class had left. What an unusual end that had been.

Shrugging, he collected his papers, smoothed his shirt one last time, and headed back to his office. He poured himself a bland cup of tea and stirred it with an old plastic spoon. And then he sat at his desk, and stared at his computer.

His hoof hovered over the keys.

He wrote;

“For tomorrow.

To talk about to tour. Fox and Rabbit texts, circa 19th c.

Facts presented: Illuminations created by Unknown. Rabbit and Foxes name both Unknown. Some of the interpretations explain that the Rabbit chased the Fox around the world, to recapture the prisoner she had lost. Other stories would later tell, scholars mooning over these illuminated documents crested in gold flakes and commissioned with cobalt paint. The ink is worn from oxygen exposure but easy enough to interpret. The fox smiling slyly over the lovely lettering, while the rabbit did it’s best to strike him down with her long sword.”

He paused in his typing, taking a long sip of the tea. The two children settled into the back of his mind, quarreling good-naturedly. No she didn’t, Yes she did, You’re wrong! And you’re dumb!

Strout shook his head. Continued.

“He would drive her half to madness with his trickery. And she would outsmart him with her wiles. The natural enemies would end one another. But no text has yet shown this to be definite proof of the stories end.“

He lifted his hands. Stared at his writing.

Then he dragged a notebook out of a drawer and found a pencil. He scribbled out the words “Find Definitive Proof. Friends? More? Tales of interspecies?” and stared at them a while longer.

Well, if history had taught him anything, it could always be drawn out into the light. It wasn’t the fairest of the humanities for no reason, and many a fallen tale had been resurfaced through the attempts made by common museum critics.

Putting the notebook away, he shut his computer off and stood up.

He’d call a historian about it later. Talk to them about the way the papers had been drawn with brilliant colors. The possibility of an ending not discussed, or left to stew. Or that the paper that had been chosen had been old maps from whatever documents the writers could find.

Whatever it was, it could wait for the morning.

He wrote down his questions. Pasted a reminder, along with a local historians phone number, on the side of his computer. Morning. He’d do it in the morning.

Until then, the Fox and the Rabbit could chase each other for one night more.

#zootopia #sorry this isn't my best!#story #prompt #I TRIED OKAY #i really tried #but i'm tired #ughhhh #well...#here you go #ENJOY A STORY #medeival #nick wilde #judy hopps #wilde hopps

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