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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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You’re my daddy, not his! :

Requested by my 💛 anon.

You and Jack were rushing around the house, trying to make sure that you had baby-proofed everything you needed to for safety measures.

You had already done this because of your own kids but you wanted to make extra sure your company was safe.

“I forgot what it was like to have a small baby around” Jack laughed.

Hazel was already nine and Jade was going to be four.

“I think we both did way too much but better safe than sorry” you shrugged. “Sandra said she’d be here in about an hour.”

“So in two hours then?” Jack teased.

Sandra was a friend of both of you, Jack had met her through the label and her oldest child had a lot of play dates with Hazel when they were younger. Her oldest, named Lordes was six and then Sandra just had another baby a couple months ago, so you and Jack invited her over for one of your family barbecues so everyone could meet her new addition.

“Clay said he’d be here in about fifteen minutes to start grilling” Jack smiled and you nodded.

“You know you’re capable of grilling too right?” You teased.

“Clay does it better though” he smiled, and he wasn’t wrong.

You clicked your tongue at him, shaking your head as you handed him the food that would need to be grilled.

“Daddy, can you set up the sprinkler? Please?” Hazel asked impatiently as she already had her bathing suit on.

Jade walked over to you, “I don’t wanna play in the sprinkler, I tired.” She yawned and you picked her up, resting her as best you could on your hip.

“Do you wanna take a nap? Your uncles and aunties will be here soon” you reminded her as you knew she wouldn’t remember.

“Small one” she yawned and you walked her to her room.

“Let me know if you need anything” You pushed her curls out of her face and kissed her on the forehead before quietly leaving her room.

Shortly after you left her room Clay, Urban, and Copelan showed up. “Hey, guys!” You walked over and gave them all a hug and let them know Jack was in the backyard with Hazel.

“Need help with anything?” Copelan asked you before you assured him you were fine and he joined everyone else.

Your house started to fill up with all the usual family and friends it always did, and then finally Sandra showed up. Jack was right, she was always fashionably late but you didn’t mind it.

Jade had just woken up from her nap and decided to join her sister and cousins in the backyard.

“Oh my gosh! Sandra!” You hugged her and greeted Lordes before asking to hold her new baby boy.

“Of course! Gives my arms a rest” Sandra smiled.

Jack walked inside and assured her the food was ready and to let loose and relax. She knew everyone there anyway.

You sat down on the couch, admiring the baby. “Hi Santiago, I’m y/n. I’m so glad your mommy could make it today so I could finally meet you” you whispered.

Jack sat beside you, admiring how beautiful you looked holding four-month-old Santiago.

“He’s so little” you hummed, smiling at the baby.

“He’s adorable too” Jack responded.

“Do you wanna hold him?” You looked up at Jack. He eagerly nodded, taking him from you as softly as possible.

You smiled at your husband, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the days when your babies were tiny. He had such strong paternal instincts and you found it incredibly attractive.

Santiago cooed and made small mumbling sounds but he was asleep for the most part.

“Don’t look at me like that” he half chuckled as he looked up and into your eyes.

“Why? You might mess around and give me another?” You winked and he just smiled and shook his head.

“Sometimes I think about it”’ he admitted, “but not for long, two is more than enough.”

Jack never forgot your difficult birth with Jade, and obviously you didn’t either. It traumatized you both.

“Does it make you sad that we never had a son?” You looked down at Santiago, with tears in your eyes.

“Never, I have my girls and that’s all that I need” he hummed, leaning over safely to kiss you. “You three keep me on my toes enough as it is” he laughed.

Hazel and Jade walked in quietly, “can we see the baby?” Hazel asked excitedly but Jade was more reserved.

You noticed Jade looking at Jack intensely. “Why’s daddy holding that baby?” Jade asked you, as she crawled into your lap. She was still watching her dads every move.

“This is Santiago” Jack showed both the girls but Jade remained uninterested.

“He’s so cute” Hazel giggled as she sat between both you and Jack.

“Not cute,” Jade said with a huff, “Bald.”

“Jade!” Hazel gasped.

“Don’t know why daddy is holding a baby that’s not his baby” She scooted off your lap and went and sat on the arm of the couch next to Jack.

“You don’t need to hold him” she scolded, wagging her finger at him.

You realized what was going on here and wanted to giggle but you felt genuinely bad for Jade. When Jade was born Hazel had to learn to share her parents but Jade never had that experience.

“Jade, it’s okay. Daddy is just holding him while Sandra eats” You tried to calm her emotions.

Jack wanted to comfort her, but his hands were full.

“What’s wrong with her?” Hazel whispered to you.

“Remember when Jade was born and you had to share Daddy?”

“Yeah? She doesn’t wanna share?” Hazel whispered.

“Yeah, something like that bug” you sighed.

“You’re my daddy, not- not” Her eyes filled with tears and she started to cough on her own spit.

She was about to have a full fledge Jade Harper Harlow breakdown.

“Oh shit” Hazel cussed but you were too overwhelmed to react.

“Gimme the baby” You reached your hands out to Jack and took Santiago as he stood up to comfort Jade.

“Jadey” he picked her up as she started to wail. He took her to her room as he tried not to disturb the baby.

Sandra walked in, as she heard crying. Lordes followed too. “I heard crying?”

“Jade was a little jealous after seeing her dad hold Santiago. She didn’t sleep much today.” You nervously laughed.

“Oh, she was the same way” she motioned to her daughter Lordes.

“Hazel too” You smiled and Hazel groaned.

“I don’t remember.”

“Me and Daddy definitely do though” you laughed.

You handed Santiago back to Sandra for a feeding and you went to check on Jade and Jack. Hazel went back outside to play with Lordes and her cousins.

You walked up to the door, you heard sniffling and you quietly opened the door. Jade was in Jack's lap and he was rocking her back and forth.

“You know you’re daddies baby right? I love you so much” he continued to tell her and she sniffled. She was more calm than she was a few moments ago.

“Why holding the baby? Mommy didn’t have a baby.”

“Sandra is mommy and i’s friend and she had a baby. She was just letting me and your mommy hold him.”

You sat down beside them on the bed.

“So he’s not living here?” She said excitedly looking at you both and Jack chuckled.

“No baby, he will go home with Sandra when she leaves” he reassured her.

“Ohs, he will go home? Does this mean you still loves me?”

“That’ll never change” you and Jack said in unison.

“Ohs, I feel silly now” she giggled wiping her eyes. “I go play?”

“Yes sweetheart, go play” Jack helped her off his lap and you both watched as she ran out of the room.

“I told you, the three of you keep me on my toes”’ he laughed and you scooted closer to him.

“I love how you handled that” You pulled him closer for a kiss.

“Oh really? Let me handle you next” he winked.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow imagines #dad!jack #jack harlow blurb #💛 anon

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red-bat-arse · 10 months

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Get High, Get Down

Eddie Munson was a year and a half out from surviving his trip into the Upside Down, and overall things couldn't be better. He'd been taking testosterone, loving up on Steve Harrington, and getting orgasms on the regular. So what's the problem?

Was it that he had a harder time crying, that he needed to eat twice as much as he used to, or that he was horny as often as he had his eyes open? No, surprisingly, and all of those things had cooled off a little in time. Was it that even looking at Steve got him hotter than the hood of the Beemer on a summer day? No, what are you crazy?

Actually, if you must know, it was that he couldn't fucking chill out long enough to take dick and that was pretty much the only thing he wanted to do at the moment.

*I wrote an incredibly horny homage to my own hangups being a transsexual man on T navigating sex -and using grass to do it. Pass by if that's not for you! Here's the first third, the full spicy thing is on AO3*

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Listen, the thing about being on testosterone, right, is that for the first couple years you're basically re-doing puberty all over again.

This was something Eddie'd been prepared for ever since he first got to talking to the guys in Indianapolis who'd been on hormones one way or another since the sixties and seventies. It had been a bit of a pipe dream for him given he couldn't see a way out of Hawkins long term, but he still wanted to learn what to expect and what to say to his doctor if he ever got that far.

Eddie knew he'd already got a bit of a boon, since Wayne let him shave his head and change his name after dear old dad got locked up when he was eleven. If it'd been anyone else, Eddie likely would've spent the seven years until he hit eighteen miserable and forced into a pretty pink box, whatever he had to say about it be damned. Certainly his mum's side didn't appreciate having a tranny in the family, but they were all assholes anyway and Eddie was happy to wreck any family gathering where his cousins 'she'd' him -and getting banned when he was fifteen was just a bonus. It's not as if Wayne cared.

But yeah, he moved to Hawkins and became Eddie Munson, and he grew into the freak the town knew him as partly because, well, that's who he was, but also to keep any rumours manageable. Who was going to care about him skipping out on gym when all the jocks spread around that he sucked dick behind the bleachers anyway? Who would notice his voice sometimes going high pitched when he was tired when he'd just finished ranting on a lunch table about forced conformity and bullshit American values? Not the idiots at Hawkins High, anyway.

And everyone was too busy trying to hunt him down and kill him to look into his records before moving in with Wayne -not that any survived the jumping around Al Munson did for the three years he went off the rails once mum died.

So it was a scare, really, when one Sam Owens shuffled into his hospital room a few weeks after everything went down with enough paperwork to put a cramp in Eddie's wrist and a quiet question about the reason his records didn't match his body. The guy pretty quickly backtracked when Eddie's heart monitor spiked through the roof, and reassured him he didn't mean any harm -far from it. He rambled on about proper treatment and government doctors and medical records for a bit, before Eddie cut him off and asked him to spell it out for him before he yelled for one of those said doctors to come and escort him out.

Well, turns out in the matter of replacing the few IDs him and Wayne had that were lost with half the trailer, it came up that the doctors who were overseeing him noticed he didn't exactly have a dick as claimed. Ok, Owens didn't say it like that, but you get the idea. So he was here to figure out what was going on, whether someone was massively messing up on their examination logs, and how to fix it in the quietest, smoothest way possible.

"Well I'm a guy, so jot that down," Eddie said, frankly exhausted, and luckily Owens seemed able to read the room.

Owens talked more about what he'd researched after speaking with Wayne and jumping to some conclusions, a group he'd called out of SanFran that had information on FTM experiences and the few medical advances for them in recent years, and it was all very interesting, really. Eddie didn't even feel weird about confirming it, though he'd never actually called himself transsexual out loud to anyone, and it was a little annoying how Owens nodded along as if he hadn't said anything noteworthy. He was wondering again what the point of it all was when Owens brought out a new folder, much slimmer, and pushed it towards Eddie with a funny little smile on his face.

And just like that, all Eddie's IDs said male on them, and he was set up on a testosterone prescription from an actual real life doctor and pharmacy -apparently natural guys got prescribed shots like that on the regular, who knew? Eddie hadn't ever thought he'd be able to get a doctor to sign off on it, let alone afford it, but all of The Party were being taken care of for the next five years at least, and got handouts besides, so he had time to figure it out.

As mentioned, this all meant that from the summer of 1986 through to New Year's Eve 1987, Eddie'd basically been putting himself through a second, much more wonky and unpredictable puberty. It had it's upsides. He didn't have to pay attention to keeping his voice low, he got a bit of bristly scruff as opposed to faking it with mascara, and even his muscles seemed to shift and sit differently. It was great and if Owens hadn't been part of such a shitty operation Eddie might've sent him a Christmas card over it, he was so thankful.

Of course, there were some drawbacks. He didn't cry as often, needed to eat twice as much, had to buy better deodorant and body wash, to name a few. Oh, and also, he was out of his mind horny with alarming consistency.

Eddie definitely didn't remember Jeff, Toby or Gareth complaining about this shit, although to be fair as a friend group they hadn't ever really talked crushes or embarrassing bodily functions much. He supposed he expected it to some degree, but it was kind of a lot and he didn't exactly have a threshold for normal FTM second puberty milestones here. He wasn't exactly complaining, mind you, because by virtue of gaining his little clit-dick, he was experiencing more orgasms in the average week than he used to give himself in a couple months. It was hard to complain about anything that made him feel that good with little to no drawbacks.

Well, no drawbacks now that he was approaching the two year mark and his libido was cooling off a smidge. No longer was he in danger of an ill-advisedly tight pair of jeans leading him to lock himself in the employee bathroom while on the clock so he could get himself off at lightning speed to work without being distracted -hypothetically, right, that was definitely just a completely made up scenario, one he for sure didn't have to worry about anymore. Again, having a dick was awesome.

So yes, he was horny on the regular. It had cooled off a bit, but he still comfortably got himself off around once a day, more if something set him off thinking dirty thoughts and he had the time to spare. That was preferable to any imagined, totally not even plausible bathroom incidents he definitely didn't need to think about. It would've even been manageable, truly, if not for one small, teeny, tiny, extra little facet of Eddie's journey going through all this after the shitshow that was March '86.

That being that he and one Steve Harrington -of the Loch Nora Harringtons, lately lapsed in residence to the house where Eddie had once sold his wares of grass and grog -were, as of late October, an item. Attached. Going steady. Courting one another in a manner of chaste companionship, if you will.

Was this what Eddie was complaining about? Absolutely not and if anyone implied such a thing Eddie had words prepared for them detailing just how abysmally wrong they were about it. He could barely believe it himself, but he knew a good thing when he saw one and wasn't about to let it go easily. Ever since the anniversary of Vecna's defeat when Hopper hosted The Party out at his cabin and Eddie and Steve ended up pressed together by the fire, the last two awake, too drunk by far, but not drunk enough to stop Eddie from crying into Steve's shoulder, they'd been circling each other. It took a bit, granted, since Eddie was nothing if not self-sabotaging when it came to crushes, but Steve had been braver than him and ended an elaborate series of near kisses that drove Eddie up a wall with a perfect one planted on him in the front room of the trailer after dinner.

It was bliss, a small town gay like Eddie landing a guy as sweet and protective and bitchy as Steve. And even more than that, Steve seemed to be just as infatuated as Eddie was; he'd liked to touch and be nearby when they were friends, but adding romance dialed it up to another level. An arm around his waist, a leg over his thighs, fingers on his wrist or bumping hips, Steve loved being close and Eddie wasn't used to it, but it was fast becoming his favourite thing. Figuring out that Steve loved getting pet-named and blushed to high heaven whenever Eddie complimented him was icing on the cake. Give him the whole box, really.

So what was the problem?

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #trans stuff #trans eddie munson #spicy scenes #fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic

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comfort-questing · 11 days

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wayfarers' rest (p1)

(this got Long, and I got new ideas, having another look at it, too. so. here's the first bit.)

The two of them had stumbled into the Valley earlier that morn, when it was barely light - I was only outside because the chickens had to be fed, and the goats milked. It was a bitterly cold morn, with a skin of ice on the water buckets and a sharp crispness of winter in the air. I was in a quiet mood and remembering - remembering when there had been other hands beside mine to scatter the corn and peas for the chickens, a fire built up in the stove waiting for me as I would return from the morning chores. But regrets or no, the Valley wanted keeping, and I was still here to keep it - so there I was, in the farmyard, up to my elbows in the chicken coop when the sound of footsteps on the path startled me alert.

A fine ragged pair they made, there on the steep path winding down from the brush-rimmed lip of the Valley. The lad was on the lanky brink of adulthood, his mess of dark hair windblown across his eyes, blue-lipped with cold and still trying to shield the girl with his arm and his patched cloak. She was shivering like a leaf at his side, bright clear eyes peering out from under her hood, bits of fair hair come loose and escaping the edges. There was a certain sharp intensity to her set mouth that made me quickly revise my guess of her being the younger one of the two.

"Please," said the lad, his voice like his appearance: tired and ragged but courteous. "Please, may we have a place to stay for the day? My companion and I traveled all night and she is tired."

The chickens had scattered already, except for the one sullenly pecking at my hand and the egg beneath. I gathered the egg up into my basket and brushed the dust clear on my skirt.

"Of course," I said. "Here in the Valley all are welcome. I am Issa, and I have never been known to turn away any in need." They did not seem surprised, and indeed there was no reason they should have. Throughout the land, 'tis said, are such places as the Valley, where travelers can find refuge and help on their journeys.

"Come along, just a little further," I heard the boy whisper to the girl as they followed me into the house.

“Ah, blast,” she said, her voice small and hoarse, and then, “I was right, there was someone here.”

Even though there wasn’t a fire in the stove yet, and half the table was taken up by the wool I was working on carding out, they sat down gratefully enough and the boy started wordlessly helping me with the wood.

“I’m Creed,” he said, “and this is Dawnwyn. My cousin. We’re traveling - southwards, you know. On family business.”

On the floor, Dawnwyn had huddled into herself, bundling up the cloak around her and hunching forward with one arm slung across her drawn-up knees. She’d dropped her hood and the tautness of her mouth was matched by the shadows under her eyes.

I wasn’t going to ask them their family business. I didn’t think somehow I had much chance of learning it, not yet at any rate; and they didn’t look much of a threat to peace or order. Especially not before breakfast.

The morning’s eggs went well enough into the pan, and thankfully I did have sufficient of the week’s baking to go with them. Under the circumstances it seemed appropriate to get out the preserves too from the cupboard under the staircase, and I found myself reaching for the plums without thinking, in old sad habit. But it would be good to have someone else to share them with, instead of just the stillness and the cats on the windowsill.

“C’mon, Wyn. You should eat something.” Creed dropped down next to her on the floor, putting an arm around her shoulders again. “It’ll help you feel better.”

I wondered at his lack of perception - obviously she wasn’t going to get off that floor without effort on someone’s part besides hers, at this rate - but I could tell it was well-meant, so I covered for him. "If you’ve appeared here at daylight, that means you'll be wanting a place to rest. There’s a cot in the first room on the turn of the stairs, and two more in the loft at the top.“

"We appreciate your generosity,“ said Creed, and then, ”Wyn? Let’s eat and then go upstairs…“ He stood, and she curled back into herself as his arm slipped free of her, leaving him blinking with a worried twist in his mouth.

That was the end of my patience, and the start of when I took charge of the matter. "I’ll get her settled, lad, and you can finish the breakfast leftovers, since I can tell you’d have use of them.“ Then to Dawnwyn, as I crouched down carefully next to her: ”Can you hear me, dear?“

She raised her head a little, flushed cheeks bright from more than the warmth of the stove, the smell of old sweat and dried mud and blood all suddenly sharp together in my nose. The patched and mended sweater she wore was too large for her, the collar slipping to show the mess of mismatched bandages wrapping one shoulder, and she winced and slowly drew her half-closed eyes open.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re safe here. Your cousin is safe here. I am going to take you upstairs and let you get some rest, all right?”

Minutely, she nodded, her gaze unfocused.

I could feel Creed’s nervous vigilance following us up the staircase, but Dawnwyn didn’t seem to notice. The room at the top of the stairs was closest, and all soft and bright with the early daylight, as I led her through the door. She spoke not a word, but simply sat down, swaying, on the cot by the wall; her thick bright hair was coming out of its braid, and she began wearily to undo it the rest of the way, dirt-stained fingers clumsy.

"It's good to be warm again," she said softly. Her voice held a tinge of an accent. "Thank you."

"You’re hurt, youngster," I said gently, unwilling to go yet. "Let me see to you."

"It's nothing," she said. "Please, all I want now is to sleep, ma’am.“ I would have argued more if she hadn’t met action to word and lain down carefully on her right side, wincing ever so slightly, to rest one arm beneath her head and the thin pillow, as her eyes flickered shut again. So I went after the boy, instead.

Creed was still thoughtfully mopping up the last of the eggs with a breadcrust, the tired circles under his own eyes standing out clearly in the morning light through the window. He looked up when I came down the staircase. “Thank you again, ma’am - ”

“You’re the more awake one and the one who isn’t injured and ill at the moment,” I said, “so I’m looking to you for an explanation. I’m not about to throw you out into the frost whatever you say, but I might be able to help the two of you better if you trust me, and tell me how.”

He sighed, and shivered a little, looking down at his plate for a moment before he raised his eyes to meet mine. “I - can I trust you with a secret?”

I nodded. "I’ve lived in the Valley long enough, and harbored enough travelers, to keep the secrets they give me. You needn't worry, lad."

Creed’s voice was very small when he spoke at last. "We’re in danger, her and I. Because - because of things she can do, and - people who want her to help them.“

That wasn’t an explanation at all really so I waited, elbows on the table and hands folded, till he spoke again.

“Wyn can see things, sometimes. What’s going to happen, or what happened elsewhere, far away… And the lord in the castle wanted to keep her there with him, to try to give him news of his enemies. But - she didn’t want to be locked up and kept for her dreams. And I didn’t want her to be either. So - I helped her escape.” He laughed, shakily. “We didn’t do it very well.”

“That was very brave of you nonetheless,” I said, and then, “Do you think anyone is following you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Fumbling, he rubbed at his eyes again, and blinked across the table at me. “I hope not.”

“I hope not either,” I said, “but if they are, we’ll manage something. And you’ll have the chance to rest here as long as you need to, the both of you.”

Even if I was going to have to bake bread again today, from the look of it, to keep up with a couple of half-starved youngsters’ appetites. But I suspected I'd have more than that to deal with, at this rate, and pushed my chair back and headed for the stairs again.

#whump #hurt comfort #fantasy whump #to be continued heh #crow writes a thing

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tracingpatternswrites · 7 months

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Tuesday snip snip

Thanks for the tag @heartofspells. Have another little something from my current wip.

A little sneak peak at my Wolfstar Muggle AU The patchwork of us.

“I hope you’re hungry,” James told them as they stepped into the kitchen, a wide grin on his face as he turned around.

His face was a little flushed, his hair the same ridiculous mess as always, and his glasses had gone a bit foggy from where his head had been bent over the pot he was stirring. He looked as effortlessly happy as always as he spread his arms. “Come here, you know the rules.”

Teddy gave a dramatic little sigh as he walked over to give him a hug, but despite his grumblings, Sirius could see the pleased little flush on his face as James released him again.

“Where’s Harry?” the boy asked and James nodded towards the stairs.

“In his room. You better head up there, I think he’s got something to show you.”

Teddy muttered a thanks before scampering off, clearly not needing to think twice about choosing to spend time with his older, cooler cousin rather than two boring old men.

“What, no hug for me?” Sirius questioned as James returned to the stove and the other man barked out a laugh.

“Get me a beer and I’ll think about it.”

“You wouldn’t know I was a guest in this house,” Sirius grumbled as he made his way to the fridge, pulling out two bottles. “Treated like a damn servant.”

“That’s because you’re not a guest in this house,” James said, smiling sweetly Sirius pulled a face at him. “This was as much your home as mine when we were kids.”

“Did you want this or not?” Sirius asked as he waved the beer in front of James’ face, snatching it out of reach as he tried to grab it.

He saw James’ eyes flash behind his glasses before he found himself trapped, James’ arms snaking around his waist to hug him close, squeezing hard enough to make Sirius flail and wheeze.

“Welcome, darling brother, I’m honoured to have you visit our humble abode.”

“Wanker,” Sirius complained as he was released, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his mouth, and he saw it reflected on James’ face as he grabbed the beer. “So where’s Lils at tonight then?”

“Out,” James replied with a shrug. “Girl’s night or whatever, I don’t know, to be honest I was a bit scared to ask when Mary came to pick her up. Grab the peppers, will you?”

Sirius handed him the chopped vegetables, watching as James dumped them into the pot.

“You still coming to Teddy’s game this weekend?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” James assured him with a smile. “Harry and Lily too.”

“Great, he’d like that.”

“How’s he holding up?” James asked in a low voice, glancing towards the stairs, eyebrows raised behind his glasses.

Sirius mulled the question over for a while as he started to set the table for the four of them, taking a moment before he replied.

“Surprisingly well,” he offered after a while. “He’s got good days and bad days, we both do, but he’s doing okay all things considering.”

“And the whole thing with–“ James waved a hand in front of himself “–with Remus?”

“Don’t get me started,” Sirius sighed with a grimace before taking another swig from the bottle. “Came to pick him up this morning, took him to breakfast…I dunno, he’s just weird.”

James hummed at the stew, “Weird how?”

“I don’t know, just weird,” Sirius said with a shrug, brows pulling together into a scowl. “Just weird. He always was, even at school. Just weird.”

“Harsh Pads,” James admonished, a disapproving curl to his mouth. “You barely said a word to him back then.”

“Yeah, well, maybe because he was a little weirdo,” Sirius muttered, glowering at his drink.

“He was not,” James replied firmly. “You just think he was because you’re angry with him for what he did to Dora.”

Sirius didn’t reply at first, because James was right (of course he was, the wanker). Truth was that he barely remembered Remus from school. He remembered a thin, pale and quiet boy who barely said a word to anyone, who kept to himself and sometimes was gone for days at a time before showing back up with no explanation.

“So what?” he conceded eventually. “D’you think what he did was good?”

“Course I don’t think it was good,” James said patiently, because James Potter was some sort of saint who never lost his temper, which drove Sirius mad at times. “All I’m saying is that you don’t know him, and at least he’s trying, right? He seems to be serious about Teddy.”

“The only one who’s Sirius is me,” he quipped, but he sobered as James threw him a look. “Fuck if I know what he wants but I don’t trust him. What’s to say that he doesn’t take off again, first chance he gets? Or maybe it’s the money. I don’t mean to be crass but Teddy’s well off with his inheritance, not to mention he’ll get my money if something were to happen to me and in case you didn’t know, I’m absolutely minted.”

James snorted, tasting the stew he was making before adding another pinch of salt.

“Maybe he wants to make amends,” suggested James as he filled a separate pot with water. “Maybe he regrets leaving and sees this as a second chance and he’s truly committed to being a part of Teddy’s life.”

“Make amends,” mimicked Sirius with a grimace, finishing his beer before getting a new one for himself and for James. “The fuck does that even mean.”

Sirius could see James suppressing a smile and he just about managed to stop himself from throwing a piece of bread at the other man’s head.

“It means maybe he wants to make things right,” James continued, unperturbed, as he dumped way too much pasta into the boiling water. “Maybe he feels shitty about leaving all those years ago and he figures this is his chance to set things right.”

Sirius watched him, a frown tugging at his brows.

“Doesn’t it ever get tiresome?”

“What?” James asked as he turned around, leaning casually against the counter as he took a swig from his new beer.

“Being such a sanctimonious shit,” Sirius offered, but James merely laughed at him and Sirius knew that his words lacked the bite anyway.

“You should try it sometimes,” James said with a wink. “Go get the kids, dinner’s ready.”

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #the patchwork of us #muggle au #tuesday snippet #james potter #my writing

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huffle-dork · 5 months

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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 7: Paranormal Preteens

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After that split second of falling, Bro lands on a sidewalk. Looking around, he sees a street lined with near-identical houses with small yards, some with fences, some with trees, some with gardens. The sun is high in the sky but the air is cold, and patches of snow linger in the shadows. This is clearly a British suburb on a clear winter day. And it is clearly not familiar. A bit after he arrives, he hears the door to the house behind him open.

Bro rights himself and then tries to suppress a shiver. Oh god- he's in a thin jacket and tank top and ripped jeans. "Fuckkk why is it winter here??" He mutters to himself.

He takes stock of where he is and then notices the others aren't with him but he sighs and nods, "Alright well- def a pattern now... gotta go find the cat bitch and Alt then-"

He then blinks as he hears a door open behind him.

When he turns around, he sees a boy--twelve, thirteen years old?--running towards him. "Da--" the boy starts to say, then stops. And stops running. "Oh. Sorry, I uh, thought you were someone else," he mumbles. He's wearing a snapback cap, a graphic tee, and (insanely enough) shorts.

In the open doorway of the house behind him Bro can see another kid. Sort of. He's hiding in the way kids do when they think you can't see the upper half of their faces sticking out. Most of him is tucked behind the door but he has brown hair and big round glasses.

Bro jumps slightly at the kid running towards him but then stops. He blinks and then laughs. Damn… this kid looks just like he did at his age. “Oh uh- hey little dude! Uh… sorry-“ He awkwardly messes with his hair.

“Hey Um- strange question but… do you know what... city this is?”

The boy looks a bit confused, but accepts the question. "Uh, Hollewych. You mean you don't know where you are? Do you have amnesia?" Like on TV?

Bro knits his eyebrows together. Yeah... definitely not home. "Uh- nope! Still got all my memories just- god it’s a long story... probably too much to explain to a couple of kids." He shivers at the cold breeze and then huddles his jacket around him. He looks around and realizes he probably shouldn't be flying around- that'd just make him colder. "Uh well- thanks kids... sorry to bother ya. I better go... find someplace warm..."

"Uh... oka--" Suddenly something clatters to the ground. A pencil. The kid hiding in the doorway threw a pencil at the boy. He stares at it, then picks it up and turns around.

"Uh, one second... sir." The 'sir' is an awkward afterthought, like he's not used to it. He quickly runs back to the open doorway and starts talking with the kid out of sight.

Bro's super hearing allows him to hear what they're saying, but it's not making sense.

"Ask him why he appeared in thin air!"

"What? No, I'm not gonna do that! What if he gets mad?"

"So? What if he walks away? We could have a very small chance."

"You wanna do it without anyone else?"

"If there is a very small chance! You can call them on your handy if we need to."

"That is not the word, Schneep. Don't you know that by now?"

"It is a hand phone! It does not shorten like that?"

"No!"

"Fine, fine, just go back and talk to him. But be careful. It might be like the mushrooms."

The boy sighed, then ran back over to Bro. "Hey, uh, my cousin says he saw you kinda pop up out of nowhere. Did you?"

Bro tilts his head as he listens to the boys. Then, he laughs. Henny calls it a handy too... does the other kid have an accent? Huh... he could be a little Schneep- he can see it. Though, way more awkward. Henny was out of time but he was charismatic as fuck-

He's lost in his own thoughts before he sees the first boy come back up. Then, he pales a bit and blinks slowly. "Uh... you two... saw that?" ...fuck of course that's what jumping dimensions looks like-

"I didn't, but my cousin did," the boy says. "And he doesn't lie. I mean, I've been trying to teach him how to pull pranks, but he doesn't really wanna so far." He pauses awkwardly. "So... what's up?"

Bro lifts up his head to look back at the boy with the glasses. Then he sighs and messes with his hair. "Uh... i guess... i can try to explain- but... it's- it's gonna sound a little insane..."

"I mean, you kinda just appeared, that's already crazy," the boy points out.

Bro pauses and then laughs, "Alright, touche! ... do you read comic books, kid?"

"Nnnno, but I watch a lot of shows about superheroes. My favorite is Ben 10. Oh, and I have a friend who really likes comics, too."

"You know what? that works- so you know when superheroes sometimes travel to worlds that are similar to theirs but also different? and they sometimes meet people who are them- but also not them? ...did that happen in ben 10? that sounds like something out of ben 10... wait- ben 10 hasn't been around for a long time... what year is it??" Bro rambles, finally asking his last question with wide eyes.

"It's 2008--no, crap, 2009," the boy says, looking Bro over. "And yeah, that happens, kinda. You mean like a parallel universe? Is that where you're from?" His eyes widen. "Oh! What's your name?!"

Bro's eyes widen even more and he whispers quietly, "...holy fuck im in the past too..?" Then he shakes it off though he's still in shock but he laughs, "Yeah exactly. I... I'm from one of those." He grins and adjusts his hat. "M'name's Chase Brody, kid! Whatcha call yourself?"

The boy's eyes widen further so Bro can see the whites all around. Then he breaks into a grin. "That's my name too!" he shouts, jumping up and down.

Chase looks surprised but then grins wide, "Well what are the odds? Heya little me! ... you're even littler than i was in 2008 i think-" He looks up as he tries to do the math and then nods, "Yup- def younger."

"Holy crap! Sch—Henrik!" He spins around and runs back to the open door, where he forcibly grabs the kid hiding behind the doorway and pulls him out, talking all the while. "Schneep, you're a nerd, you'll like this, he's me! He's me from a parallel universe! One that's in the future, I think, and I think it has superheroes cause he's dressed like that and he was talking about them—Hey, this is my cousin Henrik!" The little Chase grins. "He's great!"

The little Henrik looks a bit freaked out and more than a little overwhelmed, but he waves at Bro anyway. "Hallo."

Bro blinks as Chase drags out his cousin and tilts his head at him. Then he grins real wide. "Oh it has more than just superheroes dude- you guys wanna see something cool?"

"Yes!" Chase nods excitedly. "Yeah yeah yeah!" Schneep doesn't say anything, but he looks intrigued.

Bro digs into his pocket and pulls out his mask- and as he slips it on his hair flares into a bright yellow green. Then, with a huge grin he steps back, then rises up just a few feet in the air, crossing his arms. "I'm a superhero! Name's Bro Fantastic!"

"Oh my gosh!" The kids are completely blown away. "Sch—Henrik, look! Look, he's flying!" Chase is shaking Schneep slightly in excitement. "I grow up to be a superhero in another universe!"

"How are you doing that?" Schneep gasps.

"Because he's a superhero, bro! Oh that's so cool!"

"I—ja, that is—oh wait!" Schneep shook his head, clearing it. "Then—then if you are a superhero from another world, how are you here? And why?"

Bro takes a few more seconds to hover before he feels the chill even stronger and then he touches back down, stuffing his cold hands in his pockets. ...did he have a rip in his shirt where he got injured earlier? ...well that would explain why he's even colder than he thought he'd be.

He messes with his hair with a sigh, "mmmm thats also a long story but- basically. We got a bad guy I fight- and he wants to see other worlds but... not for nice reasons. So- me and my brother, his name is Alt, we gotta try to stop him. Cuz that's what heroes do!" He frowns, "The only problem is- whenever we get somewhere new... we end up separating... so now i gotta look for those two. Anddd since you guys were pretty amazed by me- I'm guessing there's no one who flies on a regular basis around here, huh?"

"No." Schneep shakes his head.

"Oh what about that thing Marvin does with the—"

"That is not flying, Chase, it does not count." Chase pauses. "What about An—"

"That is just floating," Schneep interrupts, already knowing what he's going to say. "He does not fly, it is like...hovering."

"Fine." Chase puts his hands on his hips and looks at Bro. "I mean... no one flies, but we have weird stuff around here all the time. There's uhh... there was a monster in the pool one time. And a big crazy dog. And there are holes in the ground that lead to somewhere else, we're still figuring those out. But like... no one really notices a lot of the stuff. We know, though, and so do a couple of our friends."

"ah well then- probably not good to fly around then. Don't wanna alert the mystery gang~" He gently teases. But, he also means it too. These are just kids... they dont need to get wrapped up in their business. ...Mag has hurt kids in the past. Like Ollie... he's not gonna let that happen to these guys. Though- "wow- thats... a lot of weird stuff though. Supernatural i guess?" He makes a face as he thinks. "Or... magic. which would... not be good- man how would Mag even react if we came somewhere with no magic...?" He muses to himself. Then he blinks and gets back on track. "Well uh... i probably shouldn't take too much of your guys's time- and its cold out here. You could get sick so- I better get walking to find my guys..."

"Mag's the villain, then?" Chase says. "Oh, uh, you don't have to go yet. If you showed up by us, maybe your guys showed up by some of our friends?" Schneep nods. "Maybe."

"I can call them!" Chase says. "I have a cell phone! It's inside. And, uh... it's also warm inside. So you could, uh... warm up for a little bit... before going out again..."

"You could say you are a relative on Chase's dad's family," Schneep suggests. "Our—his mom would not know them all. Und it was Christmas a couple weeks ago, you could be late for visiting."

Bro shifts a bit uncomfortably at this, looking around. Ahhh he hates lying but- it is... really cold. and his clothes are ripped. And- well yeah they had been appearing around their counterparts it seemed. "... lying isnt really something heroes do but uh... I am really cold. uh- sure. Okay- if its cool with you little dudes."

Chase visibly brightens. "Yeah! Mom won't even notice, she's working right now! Come on!" He grins and runs back to the house's open door.

Schneep walks after him, slower. "I think heroes can lie sometimes," he says. "If a bad guy wants to know something they cannot know. Like that. You are very..." He pauses, looking for the word. "You are like on TV. Cartoons. You can be more than that with us. This is real life."

Bro starts to follows them, respectfully listening to Henrik and giving him his full attention. He smiles warmly. " You know what, dude? That's a very good point! You're pretty wise for such a little kid. Though- you're older than my friend Jackie's kids. Maybe a couple years will make em as smart as you~"

"Heheh." Schneep grins. "Thank you." Then, as the walk into the house, he looks thoughtful and says, "You have a friend named Jackie? We do too. Maybe they are the same in other worlds."

"Oh yeah- I guess that's probably right... dang- hard to imagine a littler Jackie. I met him when we were like 20!" Bro laughs. He then sighs at the feeling of warmth in the house and tries to shake off the cold. "oooh thats so much betterrrr~!"

"Mom insisted on getting heating and air conditioning when we moved in," Chase says. "It didn't have it at first. Anyway. Do you wanna snack or something?"

"She's a wise woman- remember having to convince my aunts for those when I moved to England." He laughs. Then his eyes get big and he grins. "Oh hell yeah dude im starving! whatcha got?"

"Uhh I dunno! A lot of stuff. Come on, I'll show you!" Chase grins at him, then hurries into the kitchen, Schneep right behind him.

Bro shares his grin and hurries after them. Man- he remembers 2008 snacks being really good-

After Alt's brief fall, he finds himself in one of the worst places to ever be... a high school. It's a hallway lined with white lockers and the occasional doorway. One end led to a corner, while the other led to a T-intersection. A couple teenagers in school uniforms walked past the intersection, not even bothering to look at the glitching stranger who'd just appeared.

And then a classroom door opened. A boy with a red hoodie over his uniform walked out, a knit beanie pulled tight over his head. He turned--right towards Alt. And nearly dropped the textbook he was holding. "Holy shit."

Alt blinks at his surroundings and then glitches slightly in panic. Is this- a fucking high school?? oh my god- he hasn't been in a school since... since the day he- He instinctively touches his neck and tries to look around- and nearly runs straight into the hoodied teenager. He glitches back and then stares at the boy with wide eyes. "uh-" ...how the hell does he explain this. "...hi?" He attempts to wave- then realizes that's stupid and puts his hand down. "sorry uh- i uh- got... lost...?" Were adults even allowed in schools if they weren't teachers? ... he never finished secondary school he doesn't know- he also wasn't a good student why is this the place he appeared???

"Oh, uh--okay, I mean..." the boy stammers. "You got... really lost, uh... you're a hologram. Why are you a hologram? I mean uh--"

Alt raises an eyebrow, "oh- i guess that's a way to describe that but... uh no I'm... I'm.. real? not a hologram at least-"

The boy glances around. Nobody there? Okay. Good. "Okay. Uh. You're not going to, like, attack me or anything, right?" Stupid question, like someone would tell him if they were going to attack him.

Alt looks surprised. "Uh... no- why would I just attack some random kid?" Alt looks at the teen with a bit of confusion. "... are you in trouble?" He asks with a bit more seriousness, an urge of protectiveness flowing through him. If some adult or- hologram?? was messing this kid up... Alt could do something about it. Probably-

"Not... right now," he says slowly. "Which--okay, I know that sounds bad, but uh... it's weird talking in the middle of the hall, hang on, follow me."

Alt looks a bit more concerned but nods, "Uh yeah, kid.... alright." He starts to follow after him, though he cautiously look around, plotting out exits and memorizing stuff. Just in case. He can tell he's still very drained from running from Anti... he can probably use some magic, but full body glitching? ...not unless he wanted to pass out.

The boy hurries towards the end of the hallway that turns. "If anyone asks, you're my cousin, that's believable. As long as you don't keep doing that... static thing. Anyway. I-I guess you don't...know? About the weird things happening in town? With the greenlight and the Circle and the monster Anomalies and stuff? You kinda look like an Anomaly yourself."

When the boy says all the things towards Alt he just stares at him wide eyed. "Uhhhh... no-" Though god- anomaly- sounds like something Sclera has called him... but point was- he definitely wasn't home. Goddddamnit. He pulls out his phone and starts to type out what the kid said cuz- it sounds important. Could be something Mag is after...oh wait- he pauses after writing greenlight and anomaly- "You said... the circle? Like- a... magic circle?"

"I don't think so? We don't know much about them," he admits. "We got the name 'the Circle' from a... uh... less than reliable person. Sounds like you know less, though. I mean, maybe you are an Anomaly and you just didn't know what the name is. I dunno. Who... are you anyway?"

Alt nods along, "Uh yeah no I'm.... very much out of the loop i think." It was chilly in the halls so Alt had, while they were walking, untied his jacket from around his waist to slip it on. He pauses before answering, "my name's Alt. Alt Brody."

The boy gives Alt a once-over, trying to figure out who this guy is. Are those headphones glowing? Weird. He looks cool though, with a cool shirt and cool patches and pins on his jacket--He freezes for a moment, eyes landing on one in particular. But it's less than a second, just a weird falter in his walk. When he continues, he looks strangely more relaxed. "Uh... I-I like... I like your... pin."

Alt blinks at the kid as he freezes and tries to follow his line of sight- oh... one of his pins? He blinks down- he has a mini collection- random stuff the boys back home had gotten him. Like- the halloween pin with the bloody knife or the tiny pin with bro's logo on it. Or the music pin, dr. J and Henny thought it was classy. Oh- and the one Chase got him- the trans one. A bunch of other random ones too- like the bottle cap he got from Kelsie, and random gifts from his fans at his shows. Alt looks confused trying to figure it out, "Uh... which one? Sorry i- forgot how many I have on here- jesus-"

"Oh, I-I um, oh, the, uh--" The boy's face is slowly turning red. "They--they all look cool, but, uh..." He hesitates, then jabs a finger towards the trans one. "Thatoneanywayyeah my name's Jackie, you know, i-it's funny, there's this kid I know named Chase Brody, that's not really a common last name, do you two know each other, are you, like related? You kinda look like you would be but a lot of his family came over for Christmas and I didn't see you there but I wasn't there that long so I guess you could've arrived later, haha."

Alt blinks at the jab and then the rapid rambling and he actually breaks out into a laugh. But, its a nice laugh. He smiles warmly, "oh- yeah. Got that one from my brother." He takes a second to give a very subtle wink.

Jackie laughs awkwardly. "Y-yeah. Nice that you got that from him. I'm sure my dad would get me one... if we knew where to get them." Anyway. Time to shut up. He probably gets it.

"Hm? well hey- you can get like- anything from Amazon these days... shouldn't be too hard-" Alt stops his rambling to fully register the kid’s name.

"Oh- Jackie, was it? Nice to meet ya, then. I got a friend just like ya- same name too. anddd strangely enough. Chase is also my brother's name." Then he pauses to think- how are you related to your multiverse counterparts anyways? .... that makes it way more confusing. "Iiii dont think we're... related though. Least- not by... familial... blood.. and stuff-" He makes a face. "... that came out wrong, I think."

Jackie lets Alt talk and looks more and more confused. "Uh... okay? That's--" Then a ringtone starts playing. It's a sample from a Fall Out Boy song looped over and over. "Oh, uh, one second." Jackie takes a phone out of his pocket. It's one of those old models that slides open to reveal the number pad...though it looks pretty new.

Alt pauses and blinks and cant help but smile. Man... that's an old fall out boy song- he used to listen to that when he was Jackie's age. Though- he also listened to stuff like- Linkin Park and shit. He blinks even more at seeing his phone.... okay what the fuck..? Those are like- ancient now. Doesn't this kid have a smart phone??

"Oh hey, speaking of that kid Chase I know." Jackie picks up the call. "Hey, little man." A moment passes. His eyes immediately widen. "Wait, really? No, of course I do, it's just--where did he come from? Really? Whoa, really?" He glances at Alt and grins. "Yeah, actually, it's a good thing you did, I think your guess was right. One of them is in front of me right now. His name's Alt. Okay. Okay. Yeah, I don't have work or anything, we'll be right there." He hangs up. "So you're from a parallel universe?"

Alt starts a bit at Jackie's bluntness and then bursts into laughter. You can tell he's not usually one to do that- he grins. "I'mmm guessing your friend found my brother?"

"Yeah, he showed up right outside his house!" Jackie is grinning wide. He's clearly loving this. "This is definitely the coolest thing that's happened yet. Chase doesn't have a brother--Chase here, I mean. But he has a cousin, Henrik, who lives with him, they're basically brothers. Do you have a Henrik where you're from? Ooo, do you have one of me where you're from?! We also have some other friends, Marvin and Jameson and Stacy, do you have them?"

Alt can’t help but keep laughing as he nods. “Ha yeah, it is pretty cool huh?“ He smiles thinking of his friends. “We got a Henrik- he’s an actor and my best drinking mate. And a Jackie, he’s my brother's best friend- and one of mine. He’s the dorkiest dad I know- obsessed with super heroes. Runs a whole YouTube channel doing parkour.”

He falters at the Marvin, thinking of Mag. Though so far… the magician role of their group of friends seemed to be their Marvin’s… and he was kinda that. Or trying to be. He doesn’t want to think of anymore antis right now… he’ll cross that bridge if they come to it. Maybe they wont…

“uh- if your Marvin likes magic or can do it… then I guess. We’re kinda the same? People call me a magician back home but- I prefer illusionist~!” He grins, now back on track. “We got a Jameson too- he’s a therapist. Good Ol’ Dr. j. And uh- Stacy’s dating my brother… damn I should really try to get to know her better… I think she’s finishing her graduates at uni…?” He scratches his head. Then shakes it with a laugh. “Probably very different from how you guys are here I’m sure- considering you look about, half of Jackie’s age right now.”

"Stacy's dating Chase?" For some reason, that's what Jackie latches onto first. He raises an eyebrow. "A couple of kids in their grade have said that ours are dating, but I dunno if either of them are serious about that stuff yet. And yeah, Marvin can do... stuff? It's not really magic but he calls it that. I can't see Henrik as an actor or a drinker, haha, but then again, he's so tiny now. JJ's more of an actor, really, even if he's nonverbal. He likes film and theatre. Oh yeah, also, Marvin and JJ are twins. I doubt that's a thing in your universe from how you're talking. Would I be a dad...? I dunno, I haven't thought of that yet." He shrugs.

Alt hides his giggles. Of course that’s what the teenager latches onto. “Similar but different- sounds about right.” Damn Mag and Dr. J being twins- yeah couldn’t be his. Not since his extended stay with the mad man… “you got a long time to figure that out, dude. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

"Anyway. I told Chase that I'd drive you over to his house where your Chase is right now. They're pretending that you guys are related to his dad. I mean, if you have a license, you can drive, I guess.” Jackie shrugs.

Alt blinks and makes a face. “Oh yeah… driving is a thing. Never got my learners. I can just-“ He opens up his hand and makes a popping noise, “pop up in places usually. I’d… demonstrate but I think that’d cause… problems.”

"Teleportation? God, that'd be so useful. Not here, though. People are still around and stuff. Not even a permit, huh?”

“I mean to be honest… I never even finished secondary school but that’s… a long story.”

“Yeah, I'll drive, then. I drive all the time. Dad says I don't even need an adult, heh." Jackie grins proudly... then looks confused.

“By the way, what's Amazon? You mean, like, the Kindle guys? Are they different where you're from?"

Now Alt looks bewildered. “…Amazon’s not a thing here?” He remembers Jackie’s phone. “…Jackie weird question… it’s not… 2020 right now, is it?”

"2020? What sort of crazy future year are you living in in your universe?" He laughs. "Yeah, it just turned 2009. I guess time isn't the same in different dimensions."

Alt’s face drops. “…oh my god- damn I… I… I would have been about your age- …that’s too weird okay uh- let’s! Go to your friends! Driving- yayyy my favorite-“ the way he says it though definitely shows driving is not even close to his favorite.

Jackie smiles. "We can listen to music on the way, it'll be fun. Or, uh, alright at least. Come on. The front entrance is this way." He speeds up a little, heading for the school's exit.

Alt can’t help but smile back as he follows after Jackie.

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After a brief fall through a dark place, Magnificent finds himself in a public park. The air is chilly, matching the snow lingering in the shadows by the trees. It's nice enough, for what's clearly winter. There are paths and benches and a big fountain in the middle. Mag is on the edge of the park, but he can see two boys, barely teenagers, hanging out around the fountain. One is scanning their surroundings with a (to his eyes) old camcorder, while the other is reaching into the empty fountain. That one is wearing a cape over his winter coat. Weird.

Magnificent staggers and then stumbles to hold himself against a tree. Fucking- Damnit… he’s still very injured. Multiple stab wounds litter his upper chest and arms. Maybe he has enough magic for a disguise spell… but he needs to find someplace to heal… this- this doesn’t feel like Brighton. The magic/power we can sense is… strange.

He’s about to look around to see if he can find more information about where he is when- he sees one of the boys on the fountain. He… he looks like… like how he did when-

He feels frozen- just… staring- not quite understanding what he’s seeing.

The boys are talking--or, one of them is, the one in the cape. The other one is silent. He can't hear the conversation from here but he hears faint strains of his voice chattering away. The boy in the cape stands up straight, putting something in his pocket. Did he just... steal the coins from the empty fountain? The other boy smiles at him, panning across the park... until the camcorder stops, pointed towards where Mag is standing. The boy lowers the camcorder, a bit wary. He nudges the other and moves his hands--BSL. Slightly different than what Mag expects, but still understandable.

Magnificent narrows his eyes at the thing the silent boy is holding. That… is that a camcorder? …guess kids these days could still use those. But- that means he's been spotted. He steps back and then disappears into static- but stays close by, hiding in the shadows. Something… felt strange near those boys- could he sense something by them…?

When Magnificent searches for power, he can feel some distant spots, sources of… something. It’s not quite the magic he’s used to. It’s strange, tingling like that feeling when your nerves fall asleep. And, much closer than those distant spots, is the boy in the cape, who is giving off a similar signature. The boy with the camcorder points at where Magnificent was. Then the boy with the cape starts walking towards there before being held back by the other one. They start talking—arguing, maybe—in both voice and sign.

Magnificent narrows his eyes. Why was the magic so…. Fuzzy here? Did they come to a world where magic was scarce? …for all his plotting, Magnificent never once considered a world where that was possible. Magic was his life blood since he first bore breath- a world without it seemed… impossible. But at least something is here… and that boy… if he’s who he think he was… then he’d need to be taken care of. He draws his lip back at the signing- the hand speech his puppets used… a sign of weaknesses. Another thing to deal with… Until he knew more though… and could find a way to lick his wounds… he’d have to observe. He can’t let these children out of his sights. …he hasn’t taken such a small form in a while- but it would be the least suspicious. His forms ripples with colored static and then- a cat slinks out from the shadows, shaking itself off. His wounds still ache but- wait… he has an idea.

After a few minutes of arguing the boys suddenly hear the pained cry of a cat. A little ways down the path, they see a big beautiful black Norwegian forest cat with a big fluffy coat. It has a patch of rust on its back, almost like a cape and a spot of similar coloring on the right side of its face. It licks at its arms, leg and side repeatedly, and they can see it looks injured.

The effect is instant. “Awww!” gasps the boy in the cape. “JJ, look! I think it’s hurt.” He starts slowly walking forward, being cautious as he doesn’t want to scare the cat away. JJ hangs back, frowning. M-twin, be careful. It might lash out.

“I know, I know. But look at it!” As the cat isn’t running away, the boy creeps closer. “We should take it to the vet. Maybe it’s someone’s pet. Oh, but if it’s not, maybe we can keep it! Do you think Sinney will get along with it?”

I think Mam will kill us if we bring home a second cat, our house isn’t that big. JJ frowns. And what about that weird man earlier? He disappeared.Shouldn’t we be looking for him?

“It’ll be fiiiine, these things always come back, right?” Marvin crouches close to the ground. “Message the others if you’re so worried.” JJ nods. He puts his camcorder into his bag and takes out a phone. He slides it open to reveal a keyboard and he starts texting very, very fast. Meanwhile, Marvin reaches out a hand for the cat to sniff. There are scars on his palm and fingers.

The cat watches the boy with one bright green eye on its left- it’s right almost looking blind. It curls up for a second before cautiously sniffing forward. Then it starts to meow earnestly at the boy, pressing up close to him as it limps, hardly able to step down on one of its paws. It looks like something stabbed it on its shoulder- and it’s legs and back are scattered with smaller wounds. It mewls pitifully, trying to rub its face against Marvin’s fingers.

Marvin immediately melts. “Awwwwe! Look at it, JJ! I bet it’s someone’s pet that some asshole decided to take and beat up. Oh, or maybe it was the Circle. Maybe they decided to try using animals.” JJ doesn’t stop texting, but he tilts his head to the side, considering that.

“I’m gonna pick it up now,” Marvin announces. “And you can’t stop me.” He starts to do just that, carefully putting his arms around the cat and standing up. As his hands get closer to the cat’s wounds, the magic Mag senses grows from tingling to buzzing.

Mag tenses up as he’s picked up but once he sensed the growing magic his eyes widen. He then continues his act to meow and press up against Marvin, purring quietly and curling up in his arms.

“See? Nothing happened.” Marvin grins at JJ triumphantly. “Let’s go take this guy to the vet.”

JJ doesn’t answer. He’s scanning his phone screen with increasingly wide eyes. M-twin, he signs. I think that guy we saw was dangerous.

“Wait, really?” Marvin is serious again. “In what way?”

One second. JJ texts something, then puts his phone in his bag so he can sign better. There are these weird guys who Chase and Jackie ran into who are from another world. There was also a third guy who came here with them who’s apparently some kind of villain.

“You mean aliens?”

No, like different dimensions.

“Like the dark place?”

No, more like Earth.

“…Huh.” Marvin pauses. “Well we still gotta take this cat to the vet. We can look for that guy later. He disappeared anyway, so we can’t find where he went or anything.”

Mag’s eyes widen- Um no vet thank you! He presses up against Marvin and starts to mewl in distress and acts scared, even if it pains him to do so. As he does he tries to send some influence to change the boy’s mind- {if that guy is around- he could be scary. I should head home- I can bandage up the cat’s wounds myself. Maybe even take it to a friend’s. And the cat is too freaked out to take the vet but it seems to like me! Keep the cat close.}

Marvin looks down at the cat and frowns, worried, as it mews. "Oh fuck, it's really upset. Uh... maybe we should go home, actually. Or no, wait, we should meet up with the others to talk about this guy. D'you think Chase's mom has big bandages? We can fix the cat there, I don't think it'll like being away from me."

JJ frowns. What the hell are you talking about? You KNOW you're supposed to take strays to the vet!

"I dunno, this guy's probably not a stray, I guess."

Well then it's not our cat and we shouldn't get attached. We should take it to the VET so that they can look at that chip thing.

"But it's soooo cute," Marvin whines. "Please, JJ?"

We can't just bring a cat to Chase's house! JJ says.

"Yeah we can. Look, I'm doing it right now." Marvin starts walking down the path, heading to the edge of the park. There's a pair of bicycles hooked up to a rack, one of which has a basket. "I'm gonna steal your bike for the basket, watch out!"

Shocked, JJ hurries after him, taking out his phone on the way and starting to text some more. Behind them, a shadow flickers in the branches of a tree.

Mag settles down and purrs against Marvin, content he’s on the right path now. Chase huh? Perhaps his own puppets have found their way as well… he could be patient. He settles in against the boy, feigning affection.

Marvin reaches the bikes and carefully puts the cat in the basket, which is just big enough for it to be comfortable. He then gets on the bike himself and waits for JJ to get here.

Your bike is weird, JJ complains.

“Your bike is weird.”

JJ rolls his eyes. I told Chase about the cat. He says we should take it to the vet first but he’d be fine if we brought it.

“No time, let’s go.” Marvin jerks his head at the other bike. JJ sighs, but gets on the bike. The two of them head out. A shadow disappears from the tree, and a faint giggle echoes in the empty park.

Mag let’s himself settle in and kneads at the basket before going back to lick his paws. All while keeping his bit of influence strong. Seems like the other boy was a headstrong one… {Very good Marvin. This cat is very important, very special. This cat needs to be by you. Keep it safe.}

#swap into the crystalverse #SITCV PNPT #pnptau #paranormalpreteens #alt anti #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #love this section alt and bro just mostly get to be cute with the kids!!

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Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss Theory: Blitzo Is Adam's Reincarnation (Well, Half-Reincarnation....) Part 1

[Note: this will be for Mature Audience Only also only read this if you had watched all the episodes of Hazbin Hotel Season 1 and even some of the episodes of Helluva Boss, of course reading this will still be optional. but NO little kids are allowed to read this post. also this might get a lot off topic, even if thee theory about Blitzo and Adam is still mentioned...which is why I'm gonna break this into two parts...reading this post is Optional, only read this theory if you want to.]

before I get to the very weird theory, about Blitzo being Adam's Reincarnation, I want to say all this first....I think maybe there should be a separate type internet kind of like a "Kinder-Net" but it is more of a App, where those under the ages of 15 are to use until they are at the right age to get on the internet, like a safety precaution, with how some parents are and believe me some of them are Gray-Parents....

and some Gray-Parents have no sense when it comes to what is or what isn't age appropriate for their own kids, since half of the time they don't watch them and make sure they don't see things they aren't ready for, and parents shouldn't just scapegoat Mature Shows, Video Games, Movies and Books if their kid happens to see it by mistake even when the mistake might fall on the parents who says it's "okay"....

it's not the mature items at fault, at least I know that from remembering that someone who was old enough to know better than to let me watch it, had let me watch a movie I shouldn't of watched when I wasn't close to being old enough for it....

I mean, we did rented it from some old video shop in the first town we use to live at. but even though I own a DVD version of the movie now, and I still love the movie, but it doesn't mean it was okay for the one that my Mom trusted, to let me get that movie when I wasn't even very close to being old enough to watch it.

but I'm pretty sure someone would of had to cover my eyes during some scenes at that time...

but the point is, the Movie isn't at fault. it was the one who let me watched it, and yeah I may have misremembered before that it was Mom who let me, but it was a much older cousin who did, a different one from the one who is half of the reason I got that first depression in 2015...

I seriously didn't need to fall into a second one that may have started many months later around perhaps 2016, and that took a bit longer for me to get better, and one of the signs I was getting better was from how I was laughing at a funny scene from Boss Baby...of course after I did get better, at some point either it was 2017 or 2018, I ended up getting sick and throwing up...and of course during that time when I was getting a bit better from sick, my First Cat was getting ready to leave us, and I ended up a crying mess....

and yeah if my Second Cat ended up not getting help on time, and if anything went wrong when they were at the vet...if it were possible, I would start Omnigeddon by freezing and having it snow a lot in the 5th Heaven & 5th Ring of Hell. well with how Toxic-Masculine some Eon-Boomers are, they would of had it coming.

they chose to fight instead of healing and fixing the balance between the Masculine and Feminine, and over the freaking centuries the infection that the Masculine has, had gotten worse, even if the good side of the Masculine energy is able to to still fight back that Toxic-Masculine energy, it doesn't change the fact that Mr. Morningstar had played a part in that mess, because he, those who sided with him as well as those who were fighting them, had to choose their Masculine side over protecting Omni-Mom and making sure both she and The Feminine wasn't hurt, and yeah technically the Feminine energy ended up infected, it isn't as high or as dangerous as the Toxic-Masculine, but it doesn't mean it still isn't a problem and it can still be fixed even if it might take a while to get rid of the Toxic-Feminine energy.

of course the Toxic-Masculine energy will take MUCH longer, so help me one of these days, I am going to freaking tackle Lucifer and give him the cold hands to face punishment.

the whole Jesus Vs Antichrist fighting may not be helping either, when it crosses a line and may actually do some form of Domestic Abuse To The Feminine side, I can still believe in Jesus, but if he is possibly involved in something that had happen, well it might have to do with the Toxic-Masculine is influencing him, I mean one of my theories is that what we know is "Hell" was actually part of the Earthly Queendom before it was placed under quarantine from the rest of the Earthly Queendom, because it was infected somehow, possibly by the Toxic-Masculine energy and some kind of miasma.

well if the Goddess was also some unseen force in both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, for all we know, it could be Sera's fault that Omni-Mom got hurt as well as half of her Queendom that became The Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Sloth and Envy Rings went from how they originally were, which had all Princesses rule them until they were forced out and had to live in the non-corrupted part of The Earthly Queendom...well it does seem Sera does keep a lot of secrets, so her keeping such a big secret would mean she already knew that the evil was her own doing, because she allowed something to get past and enter the Divine Feminine half's domain, and turning a green and beautiful place, that may have had crystals and gems all around, as well as possibly fairies that would later become Imps...

into how it is now, and many years that go by, the Imps and Hellhounds and other Hellborns, forget who they were originally, that they were not always "Hellborns" that their Ancestors were more than that, and they were descendants of those who were suppose to be part of the Earthly Queendom, and their Ancestors were unfortunate to be caught in the cross fire, where their forms had been slightly changed, the Imps lost their fairy wings, even if some do end up having wings, they are not the same as the fairy wings.

the reason why some Imps have white scarring like Blitzo and Fizz or white birthmarks or like freckles like Moxxie. it might have to do with the whole possibility that in Ancient Times, Imps were all a snow white color and they had their fairy wings as well.

the Hellhounds were possibly Guardians and Knights, some of which had important jobs to protect the Princesses of each Ring.

yeah that is a weird idea and theory, but such a idea might only end up in the Fanon Timeline, which I'm okay with.

anyway now to the whole Blitzo and Adam theory.

okay, if some have watched Adam at his final moments, you will notice the bruise on his eye, is on the same side as the scar that Blitzo has, and well Adam's horns do seem like the same shape as Blitzo's even if it isn't colored the same.

it could be possible that Adam, had a love for horses much like Blitzo.

like when he wasn't being a jerk and think he is Sera's Gift to Women.

he would get all big sparkly eyed when he hears or sees a horse, which Lute could find annoying.

Adam would probably act that way if in the middle of the fight against Charlie and her friends...

a horse just comes out of nowhere, and it is the same type as Striker's horse. and Adam stops fighting and flies over and ends up being in awe with the horse.

everyone on both sides (expect Lute) would be very confused.

Adam: I'm going to rip you apart you-*says before is cut off by the sound of a horse, his eyes get all big and sparkly and he looks to the right side of him and sees a black horse with a flaming mane, eating the dead body of one of the Exorcist Angels*......*Big Gasp*....?! HORSEY!!!*he then lets go of the person he is fighting and flies over to the horse.*

Lute: Adam?! what in the 5th Heaven, are you doing...?!!

Adam: Lute, look how bada** this guy is, he is so AWESOME, he has fire for a mane! can we keep him, Lute...?! PLEASE?!!

Lute: Sir, That Beast is a Hellborn Fauna, we can NOT take it home with us! it should be dead, on the ground like the rest of them.

Adam: *lets out a gasp before taking the horse by their head and hugging it to his chest as if it were his child* don't you dare, I'm not letting you harm Adam Jr.!

Lute:......Sir, No...you, you only known this beast for like a few minutes or seconds, and you already named it, Adam Jr....why even name it after you...?

Adam: Lilith wouldn't let me name our first kid Adam Jr., I mean yeah she came out a Girl, but it could of still worked....she did go missing though, she even sleep walked a lot, and could do some freaky things like moving a rock with her mind. once me and Lilith saw her do some freaky magic when she used some kind of golden glow from her hands to close a cut on a rabbit in the Garden Of Eden. the rabbit ended up bouncing all over the place and even followed her around, for some strange reason, animals from the Garden, really seemed to love her......she spend more time with them than she did with me and Lilith......I don't think she liked Lilith very much, she would always flinch and hide behind one of the bigger animals whenever Lilith got too close or glared at her in disapproval.

Lute:...........*eye twitches*

Adam:.........what..?

Lute: Sir, your and Lilith's daughter had used HEALING MAGIC and the whole her moving a rock with her mind, that was freaking TELEKINESIS! how is it you never figured that out before...?!

Adam: I thought it was just what kids do at that age, but my and Eve's sons never showed that kind of abilities, so I thought only girls can do them, and they couldn't because they were boys.

Lute: I'm not sure if that is the case, but from how you described how your and Lilith's daughter acted when Lilith got too close or glared at her.....don't you think, that your daughter may have been a empath...?

Adam: my little princess was NO Imp Path, how is she even a road for Imps....?

Lute: NO, not that kind of.....*rubs the bridge of her nose, everyone has stop fighting at this point and are watching the scene.*

*after taking a few minutes to take some calming breaths in and out, Lute speaks once again.*

Lute: Sir......a Empath is someone who can pick up the emotional energies of others, either being fully aware of it or not, your first wife, Lilith....was possibly giving off some very VERY bad energy that was scaring your daughter and causing her to seek the comfort and love of the animals in the garden, was there any sign that told you, that she was scared of Lilith...?

Adam: she would have me pick her up and carry her, and she would hide her face in my shoulder when Lilith was around....she would even say that "Mommy's Scary." also some stuff about how her Aura is scary and is full of bad stuff......our daughter was like 4 years old at the time, so I thought she was just seeing things or that she had a nightmare. I did comfort her, and told her that Daddy would protect his precious little princess.

Lute: *blushes at how Adam seems to love his and Lilith's daughter but shakes it off...*Sir, if your daughter went missing. why didn't you look for her...?

Adam: I did, but Lilith didn't even bother to help, I asked her to help find our daughter, because she was only 4 years old when she went missing, both me and Lilith were arguing about what to have for breakfast, and we only looked away from our little girl for a few minutes but after Lilith won the say on what we eat, I look behind me and notice that my little princess was gone.

Lute: and how did Lilith react...?

Adam: she didn't seem to show any sign of caring, I had honestly....cried my eyes out, I was so worried for my little girl, I didn't sleep for days when trying to find her......the first four days of searching, I got tired of Lilith not helping, so I asked....no, I demanded and yelled at her that she needs to get off her lazy butt and help find our daughter, who might be lost, scared and hungry or even worse, hurt and not able to get back to us......but she is all like, "if she is anything like me. she can take care of herself." I mean what kind of MOM says that, even if we let our daughter be around animals a lot, doesn't mean I didn't still keep a eye out for her to make sure she was safe, half the time while Lilith also took care of her the other half....no, it was all me. who had to take care of her, while Lilith did whatever she pleased, she didn't bother helping when our little girl hurt her knee! that cold hearted selfish bi-

Lute: Sir, you.....you really loved your daughter. she was your world, she even had abilities that weren't fully understood by you or Lilith at the time, but you yourself, still loved her. Lilith was probably jealous and resented your daughter, because the animals in the garden loved her so much, and she had the power to heal and had empath powers that made her see Lilith's jealously and resentment to her.

Adam: yeah.....I truly did. but if she had to grow-up outside the garden alone, which means I missed her growing up into a young woman....if any guy even so much as looked at her funny, I would make sure they couldn't do it again......cause no one touches my little princess, no one is good enough unless I make sure they are and they don't ever hurt her, cause if they do.....*holds a angelic spear*

Lute: where did you get that? I didn't see you with it when we left for-

Adam: I will use this on any guy who dares break my daughter's heart.

Lucifer: I tried doing that! but my wife stop me from doing it!

Charlie: Dad, you tried to use a angelic weapon on Seviathan...

Lucifer: and I will do it again, if he so much as try to hurt you again.

Vaggie: I'll help.

Charlie: Vaggie, don't encourage him!

Lucifer & Vaggie: *fist bump, making a silent agreement that they will go after Seviathan if he hurt Charlie again, to which Charlie herself sighs and shakes her head while saying under her breath "you guys...".....*

the fight ends up continuing, after Lute promises NOT to harm Adam Jr. and make sure the Other Exorcist Angels do the same.

then Adam ends up dying, and some point his soul goes through a type of process where it is split into two halves, one being with his original personality and memories, and the other ending up forming into a small ball of golden light and shoots up into the air before going around the Pride Ring and to a Circus and into a tent.

Months Later, baby crying is heard, and Half of Adam ends up being reborn as Blitzo.

the other half, that still looks like Adam but in Sinner form, regenerates because Niffty was never given a angelic weapon, which I still don't think angelic steel is a real angelic blessed weapon, and might of been some kind of anti-life substance that Sera possibly smuggled into Heaven, and lied to Adam, Lute and everyone else in Heaven, and called those weapons "angelic" when really they aren't and are anti-life steel.

if time passes differently in both Heaven and Hell in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, it would mean it could of taken YEARS after the events of the fight at the hotel for Blitzo to form his I.M.P.

and if Adam did have a daughter who was able to use telekinesis and was a empath, and she was lucky to grow-up outside the garden and ended up having descendants that would end up meeting and marrying Cain's descendants...

well Blitzo could of inherited those feelings, and he not only saw a bit of himself in Loona, but also the feelings of wanting to protect her and make sure no one hurts her.

Adam might be a butt-head, but for all we know he could of had a soft side and if he did have a daughter, she would be the center of his whole world.

also I had fixed the best I could on that last post that has to do with the theory that Lilith NEVER went to Hell, and she had made a deal to stay on Earth, and let Eve take her place...

I notice some spelling mistakes, and had to fix it.

the theory doesn't have to be liked by everyone, or even agreed that it might be true.

but if the theory is true, it would still mean that it was Eve who fell with Lucifer, while Eve's sons were being raised by Lilith & Adam.

the reason why no one notice, was because a part of the deal, had Eve's form changed into Lilith, and Lilith's form into Eve.

the disguise that Eve had as Lilith, only disappeared as soon as she fell, it could of been during this time, that Lucifer found out that Lilith had switched places with Eve, and had purposely made a deal that made her not go with him into the world they fell into.

Eve may have told Lucifer what happen, and the reason why she couldn't say anything, is because the one who Lilith made a deal with had used a silencing spell on her, which would only break once they both fell into Hell.

Eve and Lucifer may have started out as friends, and it could of been Eve who comforted Lucifer, who cries in heartbreak after what Lilith did. over time, and many centuries of being together, and Eve having to use the name "Lilith" to hide her true identity.

both Lucifer and Eve fell in love, and then had Charlie years later.

and yeah in a type of plot twist way, if Adam did find out the truth many MANY years later, that Lilith purposely caused his second wife to fall with Lucifer, he could of had Three Exorcist to bring Eve back to him. and yeah at some point, Alastor falls into hell, and Eve meets him and they make that deal of him disguising as her if anything were to happen to her and if the Three Exorcist do succeed in taking her back to Adam.

but for all we know, Eve isn't the only one that Alastor made a deal with, and he may have made a deal with Lilith as well, who owns his soul.

Eve could of made a deal with Alastor, to have him be married to Lucifer as well, and be her double if she is taken back to Adam, and part of their deal would be that he is free once Charlie is old enough to live on her own and be the embodiment of hope that sinners need.

and in a funny way, it could turn out 7 years ago....

when Alastor was still in his "Eve" form and talking to Eve, when The Three Exorcist came and didn't know which one was Eve, so they took both of them....so Alastor spend 7 years in Heaven, and trying to avoid the advances of Adam who was so happy to see his Eve again.

it could turn out that the Three Exorcist did try to make a grab for the real Eve, but she got away and has been in hiding for 7 years.

like it could turn out that one of the Exorcist did have a hold of Eve, but her trying to fight back and even reach out to her double that was really Alastor, and him surprisingly doing the same, but during the struggle, Eve fell and landed the same way some Sinners did when they fall into Hell.....but because Eve was still alive and a type of Immortal (even if not fully Immortal...) she ends up dying from the fall.

so instead of her getting away and being in hiding for 7 years, she had died thanks to those Three Exorcist, and Alastor is a eye witness to it.

he ends up feeling guilty, because even if he did make a deal with her, they may have grown close, and it could turn out that Rosie knew about the deal and she also was good friends with Eve, and it turning out that Rosie was another person who knew Eve wasn't Lilith, so both her and Alastor would be the only ones, besides Lucifer, who would know this big secret.

anyway Alastor ends up being taken to Heaven, and he has to try to keep Adam from making moves on him, while he tries to find a way to get back into Hell....his deal with Lilith could of involved his escape, and whatever the deal he made with her so he can leave and go back to being in his original form, it may be something that involves something so big of a secret, not even fans can figure it out and can only come up with fan theories.

the reason why Alastor seem so into taking out Adam, might have to do with what he was put through when he had to pretend to be "Eve" and was trying to keep away from Adam and try to escape.

before The Three Exorcist came and got "Eve", Alastor may have still helped co-parent Charlie, by switching places with the Real Eve who went under the alias "Lilith" to hide the truth from her daughter and the rest of the Pride Ring, with only Alastor, Rosie and Lucifer knowing the truth.

even if Eve knew she might be taken away at some point, she wanted to be prepared, so she had Alastor help around and hide from both Charlie and Lucifer, when he isn't in his Eve/"Lilith" disguise.

if Eve did die from a fall, she may have came back in different form but has amnesia. maybe Zestial, and having never had children before over the many centuries, even if he does turn out to be like a father figure to Carmilla's daughters.

Zestial could of not only found Eve, but also took her in and adopted her as his daughter, and it could turn out that Eve didn't fully remember her name, and she tries to, but parts of her name and Lilith's name come to her mind...

like it could ended up like this...

Zestial: what is your name, can you remember that...?

Eve:.....it's.....Ev....a....Lith....?*her head hurts trying to remember and she holds her head in her hands.*

Zestial: Evalith, that is a unusual name. but still very lovely, fine then. from now on, I shall call thee by the fair name "Evalith" and I will protect you as if you were my biological daughter, and even if you are no longer a child, and you are a full grown woman, I will still adopt you as my daughter, I will get the Soul-Kin Adoption Contract ready, you just rest, Evalith...

*Eve now going by the name "Evalith" looks up at him and nods*

a Soul-Kin Adoption Contract, is different from the Soul Contract where like a Overlord or a Ruler like Lucifer and the other Kings and Queens of Hell, ended up owning a Soul.

a Soul-Kin Adoption Contract, is just a idea that pop into my head when thinking about the idea that Zestial finds a Eve that has amnesia, and ends up adopting her as his daughter, and even giving her a new name that is "Evalith" even if it comes from her trying to remember her name, but she just remembers parts of it along with Lilith name, to which she also used as a alias to hide the truth that it was never Lilith go fell with Lucifer, because the Real Lilith had made a deal so she wouldn't be punished.

The Soul-Kin Adoption Contract, is when a Hellborn or Sinner is adopted, the said Contract would also allow a child Sinner to age, even if they might age much slowly much like Charlie might of aged much slower during her childhood before she finally became adult.

so if there is like a lot of Sinner children in Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel, one of the ways they could grow and age, would be if they end up forming a Soul-Kin Adoption Contract, and end up being adopted by new parents who are either very powerful Royals or Nobles or Overlords.

Zestial might be the oldest and ancient being in the Pride Ring, so he may of known about the Soul-Kin Contract for a super long time and that it can be used to protect innocent souls that end up wrongly cast into hell.

Zestial may have seen it time and time again, and he could know that half of the time, children who do end up taking Sinner forms in Hell, were never meant to be there, they are only there because of their parent.....which is a cruel sense of justice, paying for the sins of their parent.

Blitzo could have no memories of being a part of Adam, but he could still show a little bit of traits that are like Adam, even parts of himself that he hides from others, and only opens in front of those he is most closes to....like Fizz and Loona.

Adam could of spend many nights crying to himself when Lilith and Eve (even if Eve did not do so first of her own free will, and it was because Lilith made a deal to switch places with Eve, so she herself didn't get punished...) had left him, and he could of been scared of dying alone without someone there who loved him.

this shows in Blitzo, who had went through a pretty much not great childhood...even if he and Fizz were best friends, even Fizz didn't see everything that Blitzo was going through.

and I do think that it could be possible that Fizz getting hurt by those fireworks, wasn't Blitzo's fault. it was likely Barbie's fault.

Blitzo may have accidentally caused the fire, but he couldn't of placed those fireworks under the table, it was table right...?

anyway, it is possible that Barbie was always a problem, and not just from her little business in the human world, she likely was hiding the fireworks because she was planing to sell them, and that could be part of the reason why she didn't want to see Blitzo, the other part being that the love letter might of been from her, that she had made Blitzo take and tell him to hand it over to Fizz.

Blitzo couldn't bring himself to give Barbie's love letter to Fizz, and in his heartbreak he accidentally caused the fire.

both Blitzo and Barbie had feelings for Fizz, but Blitzo loved his sister, and was probably bullied into doing what she wanted, and what she wanted was for him to give the love letter she wrote to Fizz, to the Imp himself.

yeah even if I may have a small crush on Fizz & Ozzie, yeah I'm weird, and I can still have a bit of a crush on Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect.

but even I know that it could be possible that Barbie, isn't Fizz's type.

like even if we don't fully know what sexuality and romantic identity is.

even if by some chance he is Demisexual but like being Biromantic.

there could be a chance that Fizz isn't really into girls in the canon.

like in Fanon, he could be Demisexual/Biromantic, but in the canon well who knows, we will have to wait and see.

I mean, Moxxie did confirm he is Bisexual.

and for all we know, Fizz could turn out to be Demisexual.

I mean I still think it is possible I may have been Demiromantic, ya know before I started to use gems to protect myself from picking up some energies, like your you but at the same time you pick up energies from others that are just flying around the ethereal air.

like I had bad luck with the guys I had liked, both in real life and online. and well, at some point I got tired of it, and hated how this one guy I met before online who I only remember a little about, but not his name....but he just didn't seem to get I wanted to be alone half the time, like we met on some game, but it may have seem like he thinks I should go and be with him when I didn't feel like it, I mean I guess I did try to be there and hope that I can still have some time to myself, plus it just seemed like he didn't care about the stuff that was getting to me, and any chance he may have had with me had went down the toilet. I know that I don't remember much about it, it might of happen before those two depressions or before the second depression.

all I know is that they seem a bit too clingy, and not in the cute way, but it just seem that way. I mean even friends and everyone else know that at times, I need to be alone and will try to make time when I'm able to. I think at some point, if I was Demiromantic that was going through that whole absorbing energies I didn't know I was absorbing....maybe my romantic identity was changing, or maybe I was always Aroflux, who knows....but I know that right now, I don't want to try to get a human boyfriend right now, and rather stick with CGI, 3D and 2D husbandos....

plus it could be possible I'm a type of Gray-Aroaceflux, like I can still be interested in romance like watching it in a movie or show or seeing it in video games, and even pick which love interest for the character I'm controlling to romance.

I don't know many who might feel or think they might be a bit more around Gray-Aroace, even if they might use the "flux" part less or like only once in a while. maybe I should make a flag for myself, that has to do with me being Gray-Aroace.

anyway back to the whole theories...

if Adam and Blitzo were once one and the same, it may have been the human half that would come back as a Sinner, while Adam's Angel half that was cleaved from him, but was still him, but had split from him, not in the same way where only a tiny piece of a soul fragment splits from a full soul, which if the soul fragment ends up becoming their own person they would be the child of the soul they had broke off from and on rare times will a soul fragment end up being merged with another soul fragment that came from a different soul.

the soul fragment will grow, and possibly during it's first days and years alive, will appear as a child, like starting out as a baby, then a older child and will grow over time until they become adult.

anyway while the human half of Adam became a Sinner, the Angel half ended up being reborn as Blitzo, who got to explore a bit more of his sexuality, something Adam never got to do, who I still think was in the closet but Sera made sure that Adam never fully figured out he was into guys as well, that is why she made sure he was around Lute and the other Exorcist Angel Girls more...

even if it does turn out both Heavenborns and Winners have different type of sexuality and romantic identities, don't mean there wont still be one of those who haven't fully accept them.

Adam could be seen as not only the "First Man" (who technically isn't, because I still believe it could be possible there was a Patriarch-Adam that lived a long time ago before him and the one who is from our universe, and Adam is possibly one of the first hybrids, cause of the whole Annunaki messing with the human DNA, and they mixed Annunaki with the DNA of Homo-Erectus, and thus making the hybrid that would be known as Homo-Sapiens, but not everyone has to agree about that theory.) but Adam is also The First Himbo.

the reason why Lilith and Eve may have put up with him for so long, may have been because he had his Cute Idiot moments.

118th Grandpa Adam, your Himbo is showing

yeah because I didn't want to forget what some stuff I learned about my family ancestors, I make sure to write it down.

and well I should organize it a bit better, maybe take what I have and place it in a type of book....but yeah, it turns out that Cain is my Mom's 116th Great-Grandfather from well my Mom's Dad side.

which means Cain my 117th Great-Grandpa, even if he is my Grunkle as well because of that whole me being Seth's Granddaughter as well.....it's weird that it pop into my head, that those two would technically be both Grunkle-Grandpas.

so yeah, it would also mean that Adam would be my 118th Great-Grandpa...

and Adam from Hazbin Hotel is like a Ficto-Counterpart of the one from here, so it be funny to tease him and call him "118th Great-Grandpa"

Fizz: Behold The Eveningstar Princess!

Me/Eveningstar Princess: bring me my 118th Great-Grandfather so I may punish him for his actions for willingly harming human souls that didn't deserve it.

*just like how there were Robo-Fizz carrying Lucifer aka "The Duck Loving Cinnamon Roll" to her, they do the same thing with Adam*

Adam: PUT ME DOWN! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M THE FIRST MAN! I'M THE ADAM! LET ME GO! DON'T GIVE ME TO HER!!!

Fizz: I'm sorry, but the Eveningstar Princess has spoken, you must be punished!

yeah, I'm being weird there. XD

I wrote a type of reference parody like that, but it had to do with Lucifer. let me find it and copy it and show it on this one...

okay, it went like this...

Fizz: Behold, The Eveningstar Princess, The Embodiment Of Weirdness And The Goddess’s Earth Angel!

Me: Give Me The Adorkable Duck Loving Cinnamon-Roll…

Lucifer: NO! LET ME GO! I HAVEN’T FINISH MAKING MY NEWEST DUCK CREATION! I SAID STOP! *is being carried by Five Robo-Fizz, who are holding him up in the air, while he is tied up.*

Fizz: Sorry, But The Eveningstar Princess Has Spoken and Demands It.

yeah in that post that also has Lucifer dressed in a Cinnamon-Roll Costume, all of it was in bold and was made to be a bit smaller.

Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel which shares a universe with Helluva Boss, has himself to blame, he ended up being too adorkable. XD

and yeah, it was inspired from some meme that I started to really like.

only it had to do with a Goth Girl and a Farm Boy.

anyway, besides other reasons I'm going to break this into two parts and talk more about the theory that Blitzo is Adam's half-reincarnation, while the other half of Adam stays him but ends up becoming a Sinner...

I need to go grab some pizza right now and eat it, but once I'm finished eating the pizza and checking out some art on here, I will go back to talking about the theory and making the part 2 of this.

#not for kids #do not reblog without permission #mature audiences only #helluva boss theory #hazbin hotel theory #blitzo helluva boss #adam hazbin hotel #death and rebirth #reincarnation #eve hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin hotel #part 1 #march 2024

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feebleturtleduck-artz · 2 years

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Some more Scooby-Doo throawback art! And some extremely old art to boot lol. This is my first Scooby-Doo OC, that isn’t directly related to the main gang, since most of my current OCS are of some direct relation.

Meet Jay! The first image was drawn ‎June ‎13, ‎2011. I was only 10 when I drew it! How time flies. For some reason, his name was Abasi. According to the original description of the image, he wasn’t even a Scooby-Doo character, but because he was a great dane I decided to make him one apparently lol. His name was Abasi for some reason. That might literally be something in Swahili, which would make sense because I drew nothing but Lion King lions back then.

I...don’t know why I assumed Abasi would be a good name for a Scooby-Doo dog but whatever. He was Scooby-Doo’s brother in that image.

Second image was drawn ‎September ‎02, ‎2012. So a little bit over a year later. This was when he was first renamed to Jay. Still more in line with the SD style. Now sporting his own Scooby-Doo collar! It reads “Jay” though. I really like how he looks in this style; I think he looks rather cute, innocent and dippy. It also reminds me of the later style I used in my “Pool party” and “Scooby and Amber’s puppies” image.

The third image was drawn on December ‎08, ‎2012. This one was referenced directly from Clipart of Scooby-Doo himself. Maybe I can find it sometime and redraw it LOL. This one looks...rather terrible I remember being really happy with it at the time as it was the closest I was able to get to SD style at the time. I’m still kinda happy with it LOL! It was a land mark for me of learning a different style. Return of the one sided whiskers! I couldn’t ever get SD’s eyes close enough together without looking weird, and I still can’t :’)

Annnnddd the fourth and last image was drawn on ‎December ‎23, ‎2012. Featuring his own, Casandra, who is a literal recolor. And by literal recolor, I mean the first image I ever did of her I traced a screenshot of Daphne and used it to get a color palette down. I never posted it online though lol and I still have it. Even her appearance is still a hodge-podge of the other gang members for some reason. Casandra is literally blonde Daphne, with the smarts of Velma(and Freddy’s hair, now that I think of it) she’s wearing the Ankh necklace from Scooby-Doo In Where’s My Mummy. Maybe not the SAME one but a Ankh necklace because I was obsessed with Egyptian culture at the time. I believe she also ate a lot of food like Shaggy lmao. What a mess!

The letter she is holding is the same one from Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! Season 1, episode 2 "Hassle in the Castle". I think the photo on the wall is well....

Her backstory was she was a die-hard fan-girl of the gang and wanted to join them. She also owned Jay, who was changed to be Scooby-Doo’s cousin rather than brother at some point. She would solve a few mysteries herself, but would mostly wander around and get lost as she was kinda dense. She was well meaning but would walk into a clearly marked chasm if someone didn’t stop her. Jay wasn’t much better, outside of having a exceptional sense of smell. I remember her favorite SD member was Shaggy, who she hung out with sometimes. It’s strange, if I had made her today I’d probably had considered them a couple, but Shaggy and her never were a couple lol. I just wanted to draw them being freinds!

I definitely need to remake them sometime! I think I’ll make Jay a realllllllllllllllllllly distant cousin of Scooby. Or maybe just a fan-boy! He looks like he could maybe be Scooby-Dee’s son with someone. But that would just be another bright-eyed-nephew to look up to Scooby. I’ll probably change him to be unrelated.

#Scooby-Doo #scrappy doo #shaggy rogers #fanart #old art #cringe #original art #original character #freddy jones #velma dinkly #daphne rogers #art #fan character #dog #canine #scooby snacks #scoobydoo #scooby gang #funny

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ainyan · 1 year

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Tragedy

“I’m not imagining it, Sajena!” Szah’li smacked aside his sister’s soothing hand as he struggled up out of his bedroll, amber eyes wide and panicked. “I saw it! I know I did. He’s friends with the Ixal - and he’s no friend of ours!”

Irritation replaced the concern on the other miqo’te’s face, and her hand was less comforting and more restraining as she tried to keep him in his bed. But Szah’li, despite his tender years, had finally outstripped his sisters and had enough muscle to shrug off her grip and leap to his feet. “Szah’li,” she started, then faltered as he glared at her. “I know these… visions… of yours seem real, but they’re not. They’re just hallucinations. Little brother,” she began, cutting off when he surged past her. “Szah’li!”

He shoved out of the hut he shared with the two sisters closest to his age and stalked across the communal grounds, seeking out his mother. He could see her near the main hut where she lived alone, the last of her children - him - finally old enough to leave her house. “Mother!” he called. She turned, and the man with her turned with her. He saw the sly-eyed face of the stranger and his ears went back, teeth baring.

“Szah’li,” his mother sighed as he stalked up to them. “You should be resting.” Her eyes, a darker amber than her son’s, were tight and wary and pleaded with him not to continue.

He ignored her, the memory of his vision beating at his mind until he was unable to think of anything else. “Mother,” he said urgently, “do not trust him! His being here means disaster for us.” As the other male hissed, Szah’li rounded on him. “Go away! Leave us in peace!”

“Szah’li!” His mother did not raise her voice, but he cringed away at the bite in her tone. “Master Y’solan, I apologize,” she began, then reached out and grabbed the scruff of her son’s neck before he could interrupt her. He was too big to dangle as she once had, but instinct had him dropping to his knees, head and shoulders bowed as she gripped his hair in one tight fist.

The pale-haired Seeker stared down at the boy. “I am amazed at your generosity, Mistress Khiyanto,” he replied, a hint of insult at the edges of his voice. “Many clans of my acquaintance would not have kept one so ill.”

Her eyes flashed, but she did not rise to the implicit insult. “Szah’li works hard and contributes well to my family,” she replied coolly. “Did you come to comment on my clan decisions, or did you come to trade with us?”

Fighting the instinct that kept him crouching at his mother’s feet, Szah’li wriggled out from her hold and shot up, dancing back out of her reach. “Mother!”

She turned, her hand slashing through the air to silence him. “Leave me! Go back to your bed, Szah’li, until our guest is gone. We will talk later.” Her expression told him he’d pushed her to her limits; her tone told him that he would not enjoy their future conversation.

Frustrated, he stamped his foot on the ground. “You never listen to me!” he yelled. “But it always happened! Always!” Whirling, he dashed from the village, shouldering past several of his sisters and cousins who had gathered around to watch the show.

Exasperated, Szah Khiyanto threw up her hands. “Leave him be, Sajena,” she told her youngest daughter when the girl would have followed her brother. “He’s no doubt gone to ground in one of his hiding spots. It’s better than him being here right now. Now, Master Y’solan, about these goods you have for trade…”

The pale-haired Seeker studied her, then bowed, smiling unctuously. “Indeed. Let us put this unpleasantness behind us, Mistress Khiyanto, and speak of trade.”

~*~

He fought through the underbrush, ignoring the branches that caught and tore at his clothing, snagging in his hair. Too angry to care about the mess he was making of himself, he shoved through until he burst out in the tiny, enclosed clearing that was his primary hiding spot when he simply had to get away from his family.

It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t right! He’d never had a fit that hadn’t been proven true, not since he’d started having them shortly after the Calamity had struck Eorzea and their world had turned upside down. For five years, he’d had visions of the past, seeing echoes of what had happened before.

Sometimes it was small things; sometimes it was things not so small. Always, always, though, they doubted. Szah’li was always sickly, they said, always weak and unwell. His father had been a hyur, they reminded her mother - as if that made a difference. He was hardly the only hyur-miqo’te child in the compound; the two races had long been compatible together. Sajena was his litter-mate, and no one mocked her for being hyur-born!

But it was an excuse, and that was all they needed to dismiss him, the youngest and least of Szah Khiyanto’s nine children. Flinging himself up into the small oak tree that grew up in the midst of the clearing, he scaled into the upper branches and stretched himself out along them, gazing sulkily into the green canopy of the Twelveswood.

He knew the Seeker was a bad man; he’d seen the vision clearly of him treating with the Ixal, exchanging crystals in return for goods and coin. There had been a cold menace in the man’s smile; there had been avarice and arrogance in the faces of the avian tribals. Whatever he got up to with Gridania’s bloodthirsty beast-tribe, it was nothing good for the Twelveswood or the Keepers that inhabited its depths.

With luck, his honeyed words and ill-gained goods would find no approval in the Khiyanto compound and his mother and her sisters would turn him away before he had a chance to put whatever plans he had in mind in action. Szah’li did not trust this Master Y’solan one whit, but he trusted in his mothers and aunts, his sisters and cousins; they were strong and clever and powerful, and no mere man, even one with Ixal allies, could possibly bring any harm to them.

No, Szah’li’s greatest fear was that the man would find favor with his mother or his aunts or cousins, or Menphina forbid his sisters, and he’d end up with another little sibling or cousin to watch while the women were out hunting.

There were already enough kittens in the camp, and not enough younger boys to help him mind them all these days!

Sulking, still smarting from his mother’s rebuke and frustrated by the unwillingness of his family to just listen to him for once, Szah’li lounged along the branch and moodily watched the sun and shadows play across the trees, eventually dropping off into a fitful doze filled with fire and shouts and the metallic scent of blood.

~*~

It was near dawn when Szah’li awoke, aghast that he’d wasted the night in sullen slumber. Rolling from the branch, he landed nimbly on the ground below. Straightening from his crouch, he grimaced and brushed the bark and leaves from his clothes, reaching up to pluck twigs from his braid. Sajena would mock him when he got home; his litter-mate was merciless when it came to reminding him of his shortcomings. But then, she was just as fervent in her defense and care of him, so he supposed he couldn’t complain.

As he walked beneath the canopy of the Twelveswood in the direction of the Khiyanto compound, he could smell woodsmoke on the wind. He grimaced against the scent; if they were still feasting this late into the night, it meant that they’d likely concluded a successful trade with the Seeker - and it meant he’d probably found a cousin or two (please, let it only be cousins!) willing to take him to their beds.

He sighed, but continued walking. Two more years, and he’d be on his own - and the world wasn’t always kind to lone Keeper males. His mother would probably protest his leaving, but he wasn’t an invalid - not any more. Fits notwithstanding, he was fit and healthy and capable of fending for his family. By the time he was eighteen, he’d be capable of fending for himself, as well.

No Keeper compound wanted a live-in male, and no Keeper male wanted to be kept. Children of Menphina, they were as free in their love as they were in their lives, and the women were keen to point out that the rambunctious and capricious males were best ‘only in small doses’. He knew his mother and sisters worried about him - tease him and dismiss him though they may, they genuinely cared what happened to him.

But he couldn’t live his life a kept male; he was no Seeker, to sit indolently by while the women did all the work. Nor was he one of the so-called civilized peoples, those city-dwellers from Gridania or Limsa Lominsa or Ul’dah who stayed in one place and worked their lives away. He needed the ground beneath his feet and the wind in his hair; he needed to see beyond the Twelveswood, where the land stretched on forever and the sky was unblocked by anything but clouds.

Just two more years…

The scent of woodsmoke grew more acrid as he approached the homestead, and it interrupted his thoughts, jarring him back to the present. Frowning, he picked up the pace, his keen eyesight guiding him along the faint track that led from his hiding hole to the Khiyanto compound. The closer he drew, the more scents he caught; not just woodsmoke, but scorched cloth and leather and a sweet, harshly metallic scent his instincts identified as blood. A lot of it.

Running now, he crossed the last several yalms to the village and skidded in through the broken gates, stumbling to a halt and falling to his knees. Around him, the huts burned. Tables were overturned, food and goods trampled into the ground. Bodies lay where they had fallen and the scene was overlaid with a faint haze of crimson - or perhaps that was his own sight.

He’d barely had time to identify his mother’s body, and Sajena’s, before shock caught up with him and punched him straight through the heart. Throwing back his head, he began to howl, and he didn’t stop until his throat was raw and bleeding.

Even then, his screams continued in his head, silent but unabated.

And that was how they found him, the hunters from another compound, following the screams of anguish and the scent of death on the morning wind.

#ffxiv #szah'li khiyanto #keeper of the moon #miqo'te #tw: death

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ailendolin · 1 year

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careful care: Thomas and Francis

I'm so sorry it took me almost two months to post this, anon. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Warnings: this ficlet deals with a character being forced to write with his right hand even though he's left-handed.

Next up:

Speechless: [Julian] can’t talk because of a sore throat.

Right as rain: [Thomas] says they’re fine right before collapsing.

Bed bargain: [Isabelle] won’t stay in bed. [Thomas] convinces them.

Ask Games are here & here. Filled prompts are here & here on AO3.

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Ink and Blood

Careful care: it’s hard for [Thomas] to accept help. [Francis] knows which care methods are “acceptable”.

“Oh my poor, dear cousin.”

Thomas glanced up at Francis through blurry eyes. “Leave me alone.”

“None of that now,” Francis tutted and pulled up a chair to sit next to him. He looked down at Thomas’s hand which was tied to the back of his chair. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”

Almost petulantly, Thomas pulled against the rope. It cut into his wrist, aggravating the tender skin, but did not loosen. He sniffed. “I don’t see what’s so bad about writing with my left hand. Everyone always complains that my penmanship is illegible but it wouldn’t be if they allowed me to write properly.”

Francis gave him a long hard look before he sighed in a way that made Thomas think he was a nuisance that Francis was forced to suffer. “You can learn to write properly with your right hand too if you would only put your mind to it and not give up after a few tries, cousin.”

“It’s been more than just a few tries,” Thomas argued, feeling that Francis was being unfair. He held up his right hand to show his cousin the dark ink stains on his wrist and shirt cuff. “I’ve been trying for years – you know I have – and it’s not working! My hand still starts cramping after a few minutes and I end up making a mess of things.”

With that, he pushed one of his pathetic attempts of copying Shakespeare’s sonnets across the table in Francis’s direction. Francis glanced down at it, carefully keeping his face neutral but Thomas could tell by the twitching of his lips that he was trying very hard not to laugh. Something that felt a lot like betrayal settled heavily in his gut.

“You need to be patient, Thomas,” Francis said at last, sounding more than a little condescending. “And keep practising.”

Thomas groaned in frustration and slumped in his chair. The rope tugged painfully at the raw skin around his wrist. “You’re no help at all.”

This time, Francis did laugh. “Oh chin up, cousin. You’re not the first child who has to relearn how to write and you certainly won’t be the last. Many have managed it before you – with practise,” he stressed again and pointedly picked up the quill Thomas had begun to loathe. He held it out to him and nodded encouragingly.

With a sigh, Thomas took it and tried again. He was barely two words in before he had to stop and shake out his hand.

“I’ll never be a great poet like this,” he whispered dejectedly.

“Nor will you ever catch the eye of a lady if you keep grumbling instead of writing,” Francis said dryly. “Go on, back to Shakespeare and no more complaints until you’ve reached the end of the page.”

Thomas eventually learned to write just as elegantly and precisely with his right hand as he did with his left. It hadn’t turned him into a better poet and it certainly hadn’t been enough to make Isabelle love him but it had stopped his tutor from complaining and his parents from looking at him with disappointment and disapproval written all over their faces. Thomas had tried to tell himself that that was enough but every time he absentmindedly rubbed at the old scar on his wrist, hidden under the bloodied cuff of his shirt, he was reminded of a time when ink had stained that sleeve and hand and he had not yet known what betrayal and heartbreak felt like.

#thomas thorne #francis button #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet

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mlwritersguild · 1 year

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Purr-suasion, by @empressofall

Based on a prompt submitted by @deinde-prandium: Adrinette P&P? Chloe as Emma? Go wild, as long as it’s an AU based on one of Jane Austen’s works.

AO3; Jane Austen AU, Background Feligami, Background DJWifi

Summary:

Marinette and Adrien reunite 10 years after Marinette suddenly broke off their secret engagement. At least, it had been sudden from Adrien’s point of view.

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Their debt had been purchased and the sale to their new owners had been made. The Dupain-Cheng family still ran the patisserie on Rue Caulaincourt, but it no longer had their name above the door.

Those were just the first in a series of events that led Marinette to where she was standing now, across from him and him across from her.

In all honesty, it should have been obvious where this was heading. The purchase had been made years ago, but Gabriel Agreste, the old curmudgeon, had died and there had been no one to cause issues after that. The inheritance had fallen to some nephew in London and they had heard neither hide nor hair of him until a month ago. A month ago the letter had come with a last name that Marinette hadn’t thought to connect. They’d set up dinner, did their best to impress their employers, but the evening had turned sour as seating placements dictated that she was looking directly into the eyes of Adrien Agreste.

“We hadn’t even realized you left Paris.” Tom Dupain seemed a little sheepish in making that statement.

“I didn’t realize my father had bought your establishment.” The words seemed a little too biting, and he quickly added, “I’m happy that we are able to catch up after so many years.”

Adrien wasn’t a cruel person. Marinette knew him well enough to say that. Absence hadn’t made the heart grow fonder in this case, and the bitterness that drifted her way from his side was palpable.

Adrien’s cousin, Mr. Felix Graham de Vanilly, and his wife, Kagami, silently observed the mess that was unfolding and did nothing to help.

“You must tell us about your time at sea,” Sabine Cheng said. “The most famous Captain in the French navy. You must have some good stories.”

“Perhaps my cousin can share how he earned such a ridiculous nickname as the Dread Chat Noir,” Felix said with the barest hint of amusement.

Adrien didn’t look up from his plate. “Only that I bring bad luck to my enemies.”

Marinette didn’t know if she liked it better when he was ignoring her or when he wouldn’t look away.

“Why join the navy in the first place?” Sabine asked.

Adrien stopped completely. He set his utensils down and hastily picked up his napkin to cover a cough. His eyes looked up and over to her above the edge of the cloth with a question and Marinette gave no answer. She had never told her parents of the past. It wasn’t likely she would come out with the truth now.

No one argued when Adrien didn’t give an answer. He simply went back to eating.

Kagami gave an awkward smile as she looked around the table. “The salmon has such a lovely citrus flavor.”

.*.*.*.

Marinette was the one opening the bakery the next morning. She had started doing it a few days a week, giving her parents the opportunity to sleep in while she baked and served their first customers. In the time that she had grown older, so had they. Her father complained of his back aching more often and her mother had grown dark circles under her eyes.

Some might complain that Marinette was seven and twenty and unmarried, but she was doing a lot more good at home than she would in her own household.

Marinette was in the middle of putting fresh loaves of bread on the display when the door opened and the bell above it jingled. She looked up to see a familiar head of blonde hair. Adrien lingered in the doorway as though he were waiting for her permission to enter. She wanted to tell him that he was letting the cold in, but didn’t want him to take her words as hostile.

After a moment, he walked up to the counter and before he could even tell her what he wanted, Marinette was pulling the passion fruit macaron from the shelf and putting it in its only little bag. She grabbed a croissant from the display and added it to the order. Adrien seemed surprised when she presented them to him.

“You remember,” he said.

Marinette pretended she wasn’t thinking of every time she shared this breakfast with him. And every time she had thought about them sharing it in the last six years.

Adrien picked up the bags from where she had placed them. She held out her hand to him. “That’ll be a franc, please.”

He stared at her dumbfounded.

“Your cousin owns this establishment. Not you,” Marinette said. “I might be inclined to give him and his wife free products, but you’re still a paying customer.”

The fact was, Adrien had never had to pay before. He dug into his pockets even still and pulled out the money.

“You seem to be doing well for yourselves,” Adrien said, looking around the room. Gabriel Agreste had paid for renovations when he’d purchased their debt and their business. “And you seem well. As well.”

Was he angry? Is that why he was being so awkward?

Marinette was agonizing over what to say next. She wasn’t prepared for this conversation this early in the morning. Adrien had every right to be upset with her. His version of what happened was different than her own, some of the truth had been concealed, and it made Marinette the rightful object of his ire.

“Things have been…” Marinette paused to take a deep breath as she tried to think of what word to use, “fine.”

Adrien’s lips pulled into a tight line as he nodded.

Marinette tried to think of something else to say. “Do you…have your land legs back?”

Surprisingly, Adrien laughed at this.

“I’ve been back from sea for almost a month,” he said. “Sometimes I still feel the ground shifting beneath my feet.”

He started drumming his fingers on top of the counter.

“The— uh— The sailors under my command were the ones who started calling me Chat Noir.” Adrien had a soft smile on his face when he spoke.

“Because you bring bad luck on your enemies?”

“And myself.”

Marinette bit her lip. She was about to open her mouth. Maybe an apology would come out.

“I dropped a cannonball on my foot one time,” Adrien said.

It took Marinette a moment to realize that he was being serious and she burst out laughing. She was drawn back into her memories, how they used to try and make each other laugh every day. Picturing Adrien holding her in his arms as he cracked another ridiculous joke was an image still sharp enough in her mind to cut deep. His nose had brushed up against hers. Her eyelashes tickled his cheek.

“But I did face an enemy or two in battle,” Adrien continued. He shrugged. “Apparently, I did alright.”

Marinette sucked in a deep breath and asked the question she had been trying to hold back. “And how long are you staying?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Nothing was sure. Not anymore.

Perhaps there had been a time when Marinette could ask him to promise to stay in Paris longer, or leave his post behind entirely. She had forfeited that right when she had gone back on her word. Adrien wasn’t the kind of person to do something like that, and he certainly wouldn’t tolerate that from anyone else. Not even her.

At one point in her life, Marinette had been so sure that she was going to keep her proimise to marry him. The day she had been called to his home by his father, that certainty crumbled.

Adrien sniffled and readjusted his grip on his bags of baked goods. “I will be here for a while. There’s some more people I want to see.”

More people. Could Marinette let herself believe that she was on his list?

“Perhaps I can see you again?” Marinette asked, the smallest bit of hope dripping into her voice.

Adrien smiled at her. “I’ll see you again, Miss Dupain-Cheng.”

Her heart sunk as he addressed her by her last name.

.*.*.*.

When Marinette did cross paths with Adrien again she hadn’t been expecting it. Someone— and she wouldn’t name names— had decided to bring him along on a trip to the botanical gardens.

Alya Cesaire had organized the outing. She had brought along Nino Lahiffe as well and Mr. Felix Graham de Vanilly and his wife Kagami tagged along as well. Nino and Alya walked arm in arm and Marinette xpected an announcement of their engagement any day now.

With the roster of the present company, Marinette had been left to walk in the back with Adrien. Couples weren’t always open with their single friends and Marinette often wondered if people got married just so they didn’t feel excluded. Fellow singles of the opposing sex had to keep distance from each other, which made commiserating difficult.

Not that she could have commiserated with Adrien. The fault behind why they walked with a few feet between them instead of arm in arm was her own.

Marinette tried to occupy herself by enjoying the flowers. They were in full bloom, the warm days of summer coming as a blessing after the cold of late spring. She took walks like this often and tried to use the time to find peace with herself. It was the first moment that Adrien was with her, not just in memory.

She’d thought of him often. Regret and hope had all mixed together in the same messed up bowl of feelings. With regret, she had listened to his father and “cut him loose.” With hope, she dreamed of him coming back to her.

Their encounters so far had been nothing like her fantasies and neither was this one.

Adrien remained silent. He was either listening to their friends' conversations or thinking about something. Either way, the look on his face was intense. It shifted, and he was nodding along to something with a small smile.

“Marinette, what do you think?”

She hadn’t been prepared for Alya’s question. “Hm?”

“What do you think?” Alya related. “About Adrien turning to a life of piracy.”

Adrien was looking at her as if he was actually curious to hear her answer.

“Would he make a good pirate?” she asked, quickly trying to avoid his eyes.

“Chat Noir is a better pirate name than a naval captain,” Nino said. He scoffed. “He could certainly use the money from stealing chests of gold.”

Alya’s brows furrowed. “What for? Don’t you have some large, grand inheritance from your father?”

“He did ,” Felix said, grumbling under his breath.

“What?” Alya and Marinette spoke almost simultaneously.

“Did?” Alya asked. “As in not anymore?”

They had all stopped walking, all eyes turned to Adrien. He turned sheepish under their gazes and his shoulders scrunched up to his ears. What was he trying to hide and why were Marinette and Alya the only ones who didn’t know? For what reason had Gabriel Agreste not left his son with something? Felix had been the one to inherit his business empire, but Adrien had nothing at all.

Anger bubbled up inside Marinette’s chest. Disinheritance had been what she had been trying to protect him from when she’d broken off their engagement. Gabriel had threatened to leave his only son with nothing if they had married and he had done it anyway.

Forget anger, Marinette felt overcome by panic. She tried to keep herself from hyperventilating. Her friends seemed to have noticed.

“Will you excuse me, please?” Marinette asked. By the end of her sentence, she was already walking away from them. She took herself off of the path and started trampling through the trees and over their roots.

Adrien was calling to her over the sound of leaves and branches snapping underneath her feet. Marinette didn’t want him following her. She tried to keep her pace fast enough that he couldn’t catch her but his long legs easily matched her strides.

He was able to maneuver around her with ease and stop her with his hands on her shoulders. The worry on his face was clear as day as he examined her and his grip was iron. She wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

Marinette tried to keep her lip from trembling. She didn’t know what to say to him, how to let out the secret that no one else knew. Gabriel Agreste was dead. She had never told her parents and not even Alya.

“Did you—“ Marinette felt the words get stuck in her throat. She shut her eyes, cursing under her breath as she tried again. “Did your father really take away your inheritance?”

Adrien blinked slowly as he tried to process. “That’s what you’re—“ he stuttered. “No. No, I refused it.”

“What?” Marinette asked. Her feelings were running away from her. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sniffled. “You did?”

Adrien hasilty used his hands to wipe away her tears. He was nervous to touch her. She could feel it.

“Marinette, I know,” Adrien said. “I found out that he told you to walk away.”

There was the slightest hint of anger in his green eyes, as if a distant memory were playing out behind them. Marinette could remember feeling the same way in the days after Gabriel Agreste had summoned her to his home. She had kicked herself for making her decision and then settled with it for a while, only to go back to beating herself up later.

“I was too late,” Adrien continued. “By then, I was in the middle of my commission. And when they gave me leave to see him before… I wanted nothing more than to come back and clear the air with you.”

“Clear the air…” Marinette repeated.

He still held her, so gently.

“I wish you had told me,” Adrien said. “I would have abandoned everything then and there if it meant I could keep all of you. More than just the memories.”

“I didn’t want to make you give up your family.”

“Damn that. You’re my family.” Adrien didn’t sound harsh at all. Marinette could only recognize the passion that she had loved with her whole being. “You, Marinette. You. You. I want you.”

He leaned in, as if to kiss her, and stopped short. There were still inches to close between them that seemed like miles.

Adrien pulled away, searching her face again. “I only– That is, I want to ask. If perhaps you still feel the same?”

Marinette wanted to scream that yes, of course. Of course, she still felt the same. How long had it been since her longing consumed her until it took over her life? Adrien had been in everything since he left, in every loaf of bread she baked, in the evening sky she looked up at on her roof. She saw him when she woke in the morning and when she went to bed at night.

How could her feelings have changed over these past years when he had been ingrained in her so deeply?

“If you no longer feel the same as you did, I swear to you, I will walk away without another word.”

Marinette grabbed his hand to hold him there. “Stay,” she said. “And tell me again.”

Adrien’s whole body flooded with relief. He relaxed, no longer carrying the tense posture of a shoulder. His head drifted down to rest on her shoulder, arms reaching around to pull her in tight. Marinette’s fingers threaded through his hair, keeping him as close to her as possible.

“I still love you,” Adrien mumbled.

“What was that?” Marinette asked.

Adiren looked up at her with a frown. “I–”

Marinette quickly pecked his lips. He silenced. She only let him sit in his shock for a second, and much sweeter and gentler, Marinette leaned in and kissed him again. It lasted longer, but she would need much more to make up for all the pain that still lingered in her heart.

Adrien was quick to caress her cheek, his other hand on the small of her back. When he finally pulled away, he looked as though he let go of anything but his happiness. “Say that I have you again.”

“I am yours.”

.*.*.*.

Marinette didn’t know if she liked the new sign hanging above the bakery. She had worked on it for hours, but wasn’t sure if it was perfect. Adrien told her a few times over that he loved the blue colors, reminding him of rolling waves on the seas.

The Agreste name had been taken down, and Dupain-Cheng put back up. Returning ownership of the shop to them had been an unexpected wedding present but a welcome one. Sabine and Tom started talking a few full days off with their daughter and son-in-law taking charge.

Marinette placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder as she passed by him taking orders from customers. Today was a busy day, but it was hard to be stressed when she was spending it with him.

“You’ve got to take a break, my love,” Adrien told her after the customers were gone. “You’ve been on your feet all day.”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Perhaps we can afford to take an hour for lunch,” Marinette said. “If you insist.”

“I do. Put the sign on the door,” he said, turning her around to face him. “An hour to have you all to myself.”

Adrien, once again, drew her in for a kiss.

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SEPTEMBER 24TH

I almost lost my concentration today. I'm glad I managed to get my act together.

Since I started using Yahoo! Japan, I suddenly noticed how better it was than the international version. I can't say much right now. But it's definitely the better alternative to Google. (They even managed to keep the Yahoo! logo after 20 years! Unlike the minimalistic design of its international cousin...)

In Pokémon Violet, I managed to escape the cave and fly back to Moussi Town.

Kieran and Carmine's family must be rich if they have so many nuggets behind their grandparents' house. What's not so rich is that Kieran ran off with the Teal Mask. So I went off to find him.

Do the farmers in this area know that giant crystal caverns with dangerous Pokémon grow in their crops overnight? I don't think the ogre is the only thing they should be worried about.

After I found Kieran, he challenged me to a battle and wasn't taking it as lightly as he did before.

After I beat him, he punched the shrine. And I WISH I managed to get a screenshot of that. (It probably isn't as cool as Dr. Eggman punching a crater into a wall of ice.) That punch didn't just look strong but was enough to reawaken the legendary Pokémon.

That's the thing I'd least expect a Pokémon like that to say.

After that, they all ran off to the festival site. I could've chased them down. But my study time was in a few hours. So, I stopped for the day. I expected Nurse Joy to say her usual lines. But she instead gave me a new pose.

This has to be the dumbest pose I've ever seen... I still had some time left. So, I participated in a few wonder trades. It was a good thing I did because I actually got something good out of it.

A shiny Pokémon that was obtained legitimately. Most of the ones I get in wonder trades (that aren't done in Pokémon HOME or Pokémon Brilliant Diamond) are always hacked by some website. I'm glad this one was the real deal. Goes to show that these wonder trades ARE worth it.

SEPTEMBER 26TH

I finally managed to redesign an old character of mine! The new changes to his design and personality should really win over some new fans. I should work on the other character first, though...

Aside from that, I finished working on a new page for my website! The only thing it needs now is a header image.

In Pokémon Violet, I sat back and relished in the townspeople's stupidity for nurturing the legendary Pokémon to full health.

I chased after them and had to fight against Munkidori.

It was a good thing I used Braixen for this fight because Munkidori helped improve her Special Attack.

Soon after the others had caught up with me, I was told to head back to town to gain information on the legendary Pokémon. I also gained the ability to walk Ogerpon and any other Pokémon.

I set up a picnic to feed Ogerpon after the nasty encounter she had a few minutes ago.

But she doesn't join you for picnics... (She also seems to prefer watching me battle from the sidelines.)

SEPTEMBER 27TH

I'm trying to practice with a specific program so I can better understand one of my classes. I'd say I'm doing a great job so far. (I just wish some of the stuff from the later chapters were put into the one I'm reading. They seem very simple compared to the things I'm learning right now.)

Besides that, I'm also getting back to doing more things with Pokémon Stadium 2. I'm mostly messing around in Earl's Pokémon Academy so I can increase my understanding of Pokémon battles. (Or, at least, the battle mechanics of the GS series.)

Even though Naomi says she'll start off with Murkrow before using Ghost Pokémon, there may be a chance she'll use Magcargo instead. (You can see it for yourself here.) A cunning way to embrace players for the real world of Pokémon battling.

I didn't actually get to do that much in Pokémon Violet today since I was too occupied with schoolwork. But that didn't mean I didn't run into any interesting stuff.

After discovering the legendary Pokémon's whereabouts, I was forced to meet with Ogerpon on the outskirts of town.

Considering she's been out in the open for so long, it's a miracle nothing bad happened to her. I chose Munkidori as my first target since I needed a stat boost for Braixen.

There is no way a creature like that can be so wise.

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 1 year

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cw // implied domestic violence

Buck eagerly takes the baby off his cousin’s hip, wiggling his fingers as Loretta wraps tiny hands around the cuff of his flannel and drags the fabric toward her mouth.

“You coulda given me a little warning,” Sylvia spits hurriedly, smoothing down the fly-away pieces of her ponytail and the wrinkles from her t-shirt. She’s barely looking at him now, eyes darting around the small living room. Cigarette burns in the sofa, an unidentifiable stain on the rightmost cushion. Cartoons blare on the televiosn, Lori’s baby quilt front and center with toys littered across the surface. “Clean up one mess just for three more to pop up.”

He follows her into the kitchen. She's emptying beer bottles in the sink before pushing them to the darkest corner of the counters. There's a pack of playing cards on the dining table, a notebook and pen, cigarettes, and more bottles. Buck pretends not to notice how his cousin’s nose curls when she starts to clean up that mess, too. “Why don't you sit down?” He asks gently as he hikes Lori a little higher on his hip. The baby mumbles happily in his ear, teething on his shirt collar and pulling here and there on his shaggy, dirty-blonde hair.

“M’fine.”

“I didn't ask if you were fine, I asked you to sit down. I came over to see you, not to watch you clean.”

Sylvia looks just as young as she did on nights she asked Buck to check her closet for monsters. Brown eyes have lost their sharp edge, her tongue at a loss for a quick comeback. But Buck just can't tear his eyes from the dark shadow blossoming across her jaw and chin, not even when she straightens her spine and walks into the living room, momentarily halting to take her daughter. Buck shakes his head, one hand curling protectively around Loretta’s back.

“You said you’d come by,” he says when she sits down. Sylvia shrugs, twisting her hands in her lap and keeping her eyes on the table in front of her.

“Got busy. Lori’s been fussy.”

Buck wants to resound. Wants nothing more than to inquire about the mark on her chin and the bracelet of purple and green around her wrist, but Buck knows better. He’s smarter than that -- even if he wasn't smart enough to pick up what a guy like Billy Dawson was like behind closed doors before there was a baby involved. So instead, he asks about the leather jacket barely hidden behind the ugly sofa, one sleeve with red thread along the seam like a monster of Sylvia’s own creation.

Her eyes go wide. Not as much like a deer in headlights, more like a sick old dog. One that knows it's days are numbered when you set it free in the field just outside of town. Pleading for something easier; quicker. Painless.

Buck pulls the trigger.

“That Tim’s jacket?”

Just the mention of his name is enough to send Loretta into a fit of happy giggles, hands slapping weakly against his shoulders. Sylvia curses under her breath as she turns around, kneeling before tearing the jacket out it's hiding place, cradling the fabric in her lap, gently tracing the seam she’d repaired years ago. “Tim came over yesterday, forgot his jacket. I... I didn't know when Billy’d be home so...” She shakes her head when the words die on her tongue, standing and carrying the jacket over to him. “Take it with you when you leave. An’ give me some fuckin’ warning before you come over next time-, gimme a second to clean up my shit.”

Buck agrees wordlessly; holding the jacket in one hand while passing his niece back to her momma with the other. He can't fight with her right now, not in the state she's in. Right now, Buck just has to appreciate she let him into the apartment at all. Its not until he’s standing on one side of the threshold that he finally speaks, pulling her into a quick embrace with his lips pressed firmly to her hairline.

“You're okay, Sylvia. You're doin’ just fine, sweet pea. An’ you're never as alone as you think.”

The only response he receives is from Sylvia is a n almost silent “I know” and the door closing. He waits until he hears the deadbolt sliding into place before he leaves.

Okay okay okay but hear me out…Tim left his jacket as an excuse to go back and check on the girls again-

#dillo’s replies #sophie i guess13

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Queens Of The Mayans, Brooke, Chapter 1

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none really

Bishop’s POV

“Are you serious about this right now, Bish?” Che asked. He had looked sick to his stomach...and I knew why. He was looking at me the same way he looked at Palo. But we weren’t like his old club. We weren’t traffickers. This just happened to be an odd wager.

“Yeah,” I nodded, looking to my cousin, “you sure about this padrino?”

“Come on hermano,” he chuckled, looking over his cards, “don’t you trust me?”

“Of course, I do,” I said nervously, trying to hide how I felt about the current wager, “I just don’t think we should be betting actual people in a card game though. Taza’s right. It seems a little wrong.”

“We’re just ‘avin a bit of fun,” Chibs chuckled across the table. He patted his old lady’s hip and she got up to grab him another drink. The look on her face was one of anger, but she managed to conceal it as she swayed over to the bar, “nothing insane. Just a friendly wager.”

“You better not lose my little sister,” the girl commented, “you do and you’re not getting any tonight, Filip.”

“So how old is the wager anyways?” Marcus asked, eyeing the pot which already had a few cigars, a bottle of scotch, someone’s gun, and some cash Happy had laying around, “the girl I mean. She looked a little on the young side when we saw her earlier and I’m not looking for underage pussy to be surrounding the guys. Unless you boys are interested in the guy?”

A few of the guys chuckled but Chibs leaned in, “few days shy of being legal pussy. And don’t tell her sister I said this, but she’s a prime piece of it, ey lads?”

A few more guys around the table chuckled and agreed. Marcus eyed him down, “why you givin her up then?”

Chibs shrugged, “she’s gonna get my guys in trouble. She’s a little flirt.”

“She’s not a flirt,” Happy huffed, “the guys just turn into horny teenagers around her.”

“You’re always around her,” Tig scoffed. Then he jokingly elbowed him, and chuckled, “you sure you’re not banging her?”

If looks could kill.

I could sense the tension between the two men before Chibs hit Tig a little harder than necessary on the back, “come on brother, relax. We all know you wanna nail the little lass, but she’s not interested.”

“Yeah, she likes men that fuck women,” Happy snarled, “real women!”

“Appy,” Chibs warned. The two men shrugged one another off and Chibs turned back to me, “so what’ll it be, boyo?”

“I’m not a boy,” I laughed, finally tossing in the keys to my bike. Then I turned to Marcus, “you better not be wrong hermano.”

“I’m never wrong,” he chuckled, “trust me.”

“I’ll remember that next time your wife asks.”

There was a roar that came over all of us at the table as the men acknowledged my final bet, agreeing that it’d be worth the trade should it come to that point. Tig, Taza, and Happy forfeited the hands they had, and it was down to me and Chibs. President v President. I smiled and we laid our cards on the table. Another roar arose. This time from my men. I’d won the prize. Chibs old lady came back and sat down on his lap, “who won, daddy?”

He looked around nervously, and she caught on as I sent her a wink. She rolled her eyes at him and began cursing in Chinese.

“I think you got an angry one on your hands, brother.”

I watched as Happy left the table, making his way over to the girl who’d hit the bar.

“We don’t have to take the girl,” I shrugged, seeing how upset it’d made her. I looked at Chibs, “we’ll just take the guy. It’s fine.”

“A bets a bet, brother,” he said in his heavily accented voice, “and like I said, that one is trouble. If we keep er after she’s legal, lord knows she’ll be the death of some of my men, and we’ve already had enough of it.”

“Well, I don’t want that kind of danger for mine,” I laughed, not thinking much of it.

“Oh, you don’t believe me,” he laughed, “but she’ll mess with your head more than you know.”

“Sounds like you’re talking from experience,” Marcus chuckled, “you takin on both of em, huh?”

“I am talking from experience, but no, just my old lady,” he said, leaning back on his chair, “thought I’d never find anyone after my last old lady, Alicia. But then that fiery broad came into my life. Savannah Lin turned my world right-side up after all the shit that’s happened...And I can see that her little sister is a lot like her. A little more innocent in the respect that she never saw outside the Lin compound before comin to us, but she’s got the same game as her sis. And she learns quick.”

“And what does she learn, quick?”

I nudged my cousin, “sounds like you wanna try her out hermano.”

“She tends bar pretty well,” Chibs chuckled, “good cook. Runs errands for us and insists on holding down a regular job to ‘earn her keep.’ Her words, not mine. But she insists on payin us rent and shite. I don’t fight it.”

I tried to take a peak over at the bar, but the only Asian girl sitting there was Chibs very upset old lady, “you sure she’ll be okay?”

“Sav will be fine,” he said dismissively, “but she may not let me sleep for a few days.”

“You mean she won’t let you sleep in your bed.”

“No, she won’t let me sleep,” he laughed, “That crazy bitch will drive me up a wall for losing her baby sister. When we got her a few years ago, she was 13. Watched over Gemma and Mandy. Took care of the babies. Then with the shit that went down this past year...”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, brother.”

He nodded, thankful of the reprieve and I hopefully took another glance, thinking that there may be an off chance that she’d walk through the door.

“She’s at work,” Happy said, sitting back down at the table, “she won’t be home for a few hours.”

“What?”

“That’s who you’re looking for, right?” he asked.

Chibs got a grin on his face, and nudged Tig, “Look at el presidente. You sure you didn’t wanna try out the goods before bringin her back?”

“No,” I chuckled, “we don’t do that. I’m gonna let her do her part for the Mayans, just like Chucky will, but If she wants to be with a Mayan I won’t fight her on it.”

“She works at a café downtown,” Happy muttered more to me, “if you want to meet her, I can take you there.”

“It’s fine. We’ll meet her when you guys drop her and Chucky off next week.”

“Next week?” Happy asked, “you guys aren’t gonna take her tonight?”

“Well, I’m gonna let her say goodbye to her family and get packed up,” I chuckled, “that wouldn’t be very hospitable of me to take her right away, would it?”

“She’s yours now,” Chibs chuckled, “do whatever you guys want with her.”

Brooke’s POV

Well, it was only a matter of time.

“I’ve never worked for the Mayans before,” Chucky continued on as we were led up to a clubhouse, “I know your family had a big issue with them before tho-“

“Chucky for the love of god, shut up.” I groaned at him. He’d been talking nonstop for the past two hours that we had been in the car, and now that we’d finally made it to the clubhouse, I thought he would stop...but I was so wrong.

Instead, he’d just started spewing off the history between the Mayans and Lins...and it was something that I definitely didn’t want to hear.

“Just say the word and we’ll make a run for it, kid,” Happy whispered in my ear. I laughed at my best friend and shook my head, “glad I could make ya laugh at least.”

I knew Happy was upset to let me go, but I’d left him with the best going away gift that I could. A brand-spanking new baby pitbull puppy, which he’d lovingly named Opie.

“I’m serious,” he said in a low tone, “if you decide you aren’t happy here, just call me and I’ll run away with you so quick. Me, you, and Ope.”

“You’re too sweet, Hap,” I giggled, wrapping my arms around him, “I’m really going to miss my partner in crime.”

“Me too.”

“What do we have here,” one of the new prospects whistled. I rolled my eyes at the wannabe son and looked back at Happy. The kid wouldn’t quit, “getting some nice little nookie before we hand her over?”

Before I could say something smart, Happy had pinned the prospect up against the wall and had a gun pointed under his chin, “you show some goddamn respect prospect, or I’ll blow your brains out all over this fucking clubhouse. You think Chibs or Tig will miss you? You’re a gum on the bottom of our shoes. They won’t give a fuck.”

“Happy,” I pleaded, feeling more nervous for the prospect. I felt him melting under my touch, as he let the prospect down, “please...you’ve lost enough brothers this year.”

He sighed.

He knew I was right.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry Miss Brooklyn. I wasn’t thinking.”

The kid looked scared, and he wouldn’t look me or Happy in the eyes.

“I was talking to you, Hap.”

Happy’s eyes shot up at me, “what?”

“You heard me,” I said quickly, “yes, what the prospect said was rude, but you know better than to let your emotions get the best of you. The sons have lost enough of their brothers, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Happy huffed, not bothering to look at the prospect, “for calling you out on your shit...but if it happens again, I’ll pull the trigger.”

“Thank you.”

I tried holding back some laughter, knowing that was the best attempt of an apology that I would get from Happy.

“Alright,” I sighed, turning back to the door. I could hear some noise inside as I knocked, “what’s the guess, Chucky? Think they’ll kill us?”

“GET THE GODDAMN DOOR, PROSPECT!”

There was some shuffling behind the door.

“Me or Angel?”

“WHOEVER THE FUCK IS CLOSER!”

“Fuck.”

A few seconds later my breath caught in my throat. A very attractive man opened the door, and upon seeing the patches of Happy and the prospect he opened it wider. I couldn’t help but stand there, frozen at the door.

“You comin in, or stayin outside?”

I smiled at his joke, and he held his hand out. I took it, and he pulled me over the threshold and into the clubhouse.

I was smitten with the man in front of me.

He was gorgeous.

“Brooke,” Happy said, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at my best friend again, and Happy gave the mystery man a dirty look. He let go of my hand, “come on. You should meet everyone.”

“See you later, Brooke.”

“Bye,” I smiled. I followed Happy down to a sectioned off room where there were already a few men waiting. I looked around, “hi.”

“Welcome,” a man said, coming forward. He was taller than me and had long flowing hair, “our president is a little busy right now, but I’m Taza. This here is our sergeant in arms, Tranq, and our secretary, Riz.”

I looked at the two men and gave them a warm smile. The bigger guy nodded at me, but the one, Riz, came forward and kissed my hand, “pleasure to meet ya, princessa.”

“Down tiger, she’s still a minor,” Happy warned, “that’s underage pussy you’re kissing on.”

“For a week and a half,” I said jokingly with a wink. The man chuckled and backed up, hands in the air, looking at Happy.

“Hey brother I got an old lady,” he laughed, “she’d kill me if I cheated on her.”

I looked outside of their meeting area, and in the hall, I could see a few of the guys talking. Taza noticed, “Gilly and Coco are the ones to the left by the table, and the one running around like an idiot is Creeper. The guy that let you in is Angel.”

“Are they all prospects?”

Tranq shook his head, clearly amused by the fact that I was interested in their club, “No. Gilly’s been here since 2011, and Coco got voted in last year. Only Creeper and Angel are prospects.”

“Okay.”

“If you need anything and we aren’t around just ask them, okay sweetheart?”

I nodded at Riz, “got it.”

“BISH!”

The loudness nearly made me jump out of my skin as Taza walked past me to greet their president.

“Sorry, got caught up talking with el padrino,” he said dismissively. The two of them talked for what felt like forever behind me, and Happy left my side. Chucky was going on about how nice the inside of the clubhouse looked. But all I could focus on was how loud my heart was beating. I looked at the ground, not really sure what to do in this situation. Sav had told me to be courteous, as Henry and my father had told us horror stories about the Mayans and the Niners when we were little. But none of these men seemed the slightest bit scary to me, “Thanks for waiting, brother.”

I know that Chibs had told me that I didn’t need to be with a Mayan and that their president wouldn’t pressure me to, but I knew what the sons were like. They’d been waiting the past year for when I turned 18. It felt like I was in shark infested waters. The only difference was that now, without Happy, I would have no one here to protect me from the sharks.

“Well, we were just talking to our new girl about our brothers,” Taza said loudly, “Brooke, come meet Bishop.”

I turned around.

My breath caught for the second time in the ten minutes that I had been there. But I wasn’t struck by just this man’s beauty. He wasn’t sculpted like the man who’d opened the door, no... this felt very different.

The gruff looking man had a more worn-out kutte, and he was easily in his mid fourties. The stubble of his beard and mustache were peppered, and his hair was showing the slightest touches of it, but he pulled it off well. He had a ruggedness to him that made me want to do things I hadn’t thought about with any of the sons.

“Hi,” I gasped, unsure of what else to say, “I’m Brooklyn.”

He nodded at me, “welcome home, Brooklyn.”

Chapter 2

#mayans #mayans fx #mayans mc #motorcycle clubs #motorcycle #mc #bishop losa #obispo losa #queen of the mayans #queens of the mayans #taza romero #taza #angel reyes #chucky #happy lowman

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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: We reached the fun part! Enjoy -Danny

Words: 1,017

Phase Five Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Anti-Hero’ -by Taylor Swift

xiii: Turning Point

She'd reached rock bottom and she could not fall any further. The so-called best Avenger the world would never meet, unemployed and working for half-assed mobsters and fraudulent governments.

No one could get her out of the massive hole she'd dug, but at least now that she'd reached her limit, Cat doubted things could get any worse. November ended, and M.O.U.S.E. was still trying to get a hold of her files.

Harley was working as an intern at Stark industries, Pepper liked him and he'd proved to be an extraordinary addition to the company. Life was so incredibly monotonous for a while, so much so that when Clint Barton called her, she thought it was a scam.

"Who?"

"Very funny," he replied. "I don't have much time so can you please not interrupt me?"

"Since when do you have my number?"

"You've had the same number since you were sixteen, pretty sure everyone has you on speed dial."

"Pretty damn rude of them to never call, then," she taunted him.

"I need intel," he ignored her. "I'm trying to contact the tracksuit mafia."

She chortled. "They're dumber than your little pinky! Why on earth would a guy like you contact them?"

"You seen the news?"

" If I need to know anything, my assistant tells me about it."

"The Ronin was seen in New York."

"You're in New York?"

"No. A kid stole my suit at an auction—"

"What? I thought those were over!"

"You didn't do your job, did you?"

"You're not doing a good job at convincing me either," she scowled. "Scratch that, I don't want to be convinced. Whatever you're asking, forget about it. I'm not an Avenger and I'm not your buddy."

"Copy—"

"Nah-ah! I'm out. I'm tired of you heroes—"

"This kid is at risk if we don't do something—"

"How old are they?"

"About your age."

"They're old enough to take responsibility for their dumbass actions. Stealing the Ronin suit, really," Cat scoffed. "Don't they know he's like a death magnet?"

"My kids could lose their father, Cat."

She moved the phone away from her ear and muttered a bad word. Her soft spot had always been children. "You should've thought twice before having them, don't you think? Agents are always dying."

"I really don't have time to listen to a crybaby lecture me about my life choices as if she knew better. Just give me their contact."

"How do you know I have it?"

"You've been making some questionable friendships for a whole year, and a lot of people in S.H.I.E.L.D. still got their eyes on you."

The information made her angrier. "Get your intel from someone else."

"I have no one else."

She hesitated. "What?"

"You should know," he sighed. "There's no one left."

"There's double the amount. You heard Bruce's cousin is a hulk now too?"

"You know what I mean," Cat knew what he meant. "We had this in common, Cat. We wanted others to pay and we called it justice. I made a mistake, and that mistake is back to bite me in the ass. Who's to say yours won't come back later? And who will help you if that happens?"

The young woman squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't do this. I'll give you their contact but leave me out of it."

"Deal."

She sent him the info. "You're lucky I didn't delete it. Those assholes cost me a partner."

"You broke up with Spider-man?" He asked in surprise.

"The hell are you talking about?" A flash of something went through her head. Familiarity. "You got what you wanted, now leave me alone."

"One last thing," he added. "If I don't call you by midnight, come for me."

"I said—"

"I promised my kids I'd be back for Christmas."

"Oh, fuck off," she groaned. "Now you're just taking advantage of me."

"You have a chance to turn your life around, Heathen. A single act could exonerate you."

"Doubt it. I've done more than just 'messing up', I am the whole problem."

"If I report back, case closed. You can tell yourself you're better off alone. But if I don't call, you'll have to be more than just mad... or you could stay as mediocre as you've proven to be, that's up to you."

"Did Steve take a course on speeches? Everyone else is so shitty at it..."

"You're a pain in the ass but I always thought you had something special in you."

"Ew." She replied, not very flattered. "I hope you don't step on anything slippery, the hip surgeries are expensive these days, and you'll leave Nathaniel out of college."

The man sighed. "Talk to you later."

"Mouse," Cat tried to sound casual, but her eyes kept glancing at the phone on her counter. "Give me the time."

"Three A.M."

"That's way past the hour Clint said he'd call..."

"Three hours late, to be precise."

She stared out her window, then shook her head and walked to the bathroom. The mutant faced her mirror with a frightened gaze, if she did this, it would mean taking a step back. She wasn't sure she was strong enough to handle all the disappointment that ensued.

"I'm not a hero," she told herself. "Snap out of it!"

"Boss?"

"What?"

"I've got full access to the Power Broker's cloud. I need your confirmation to start deleting—"

"Delete the files!" Cat's slitted pupils widened.

"Okay."

"Also..." a look of determination settled on her face, things could only go up from here, right? "Send a flea to the tracksuits. I should make sure he's not dead."

"Sending the flea."

The miniature drone left the apartment. Cat washed her face, and went back to her bedroom.

M.O.U.S.E. reported back."All files have been deleted. Barton is alive but he's being held hostage. A young woman is with him."

"Give me visuals."

The A.I. projected the scene from its place: Clint and a girl she didn't know were both tied to mechanical rides for children.

She sank down on the mattress defeatedly. She grabbed her phone to look at the time and saw Pietro's face once more. The image pulled her heartstrings and made her frown. "I wanted to end this... you brought him to me, didn't you?"

Cat walked up to her closet, dragged out a box hidden at the very back, and from it, she pulled out her spear, a cape, and a smartwatch.

"At least I get to see Clint riding a unicorn..."

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Self discovery can lead to some weird outcomes as a shapeshifter

This is new

4/24

This is my first journal entry, mami said to keep one for my emotions cause things are getting weird for me.

Somethings you don't want your sister to know, you know? At least when I don't really know myself.

So, yeah, I am Camilo Madrigal. At least... I think? Whatever that means

I got a gift of shapeshifting when I was 5. I barely remember not having it. I also got a new room, with mirrors and stuff, probably to be able to make sure I can practice it.

I don't really like them though. I mean sometimes when I walk past them in the middle of the night... I'm looking distorted in the mirror and its getting a bit hard to know what is real.

Am I Mirabel? Am I Jose, or Mariano? Do I have ridiculously big hands, or am I tiny like a bug? Probably a mix of everyone I've ever known.

I don't like thinking about this stuff but I can't help it at the moment. The thoughts just.. appear.

Since I got to 15 years old, I've been having a lot of changes that I don't really want. Just changes that tía says is normal but it doesn't feel normal at all.

I've been the only boy for a long time, and Toni sure wouldn't understand this for a long time.

I don't want this... to be honest. I feel like I'm shifting into something I can't control and looking in the mirrors is worse now.

Last week I tried to use my gift in ways that I had never done before.

In my room, while looking in the mirrors for a while I tried to shift into a person who doesn't exist. I just wanted to look like me and not just what everyone was used to. Nothing was working for a while until I found a look that just really stuck out to me.

I had longer hair which was slightly lighter, freckles and smaller hands, and a tiny bit more like a woman.

I went out into the town, I was worried at first because people might recognise me even though I was wearing something that I barely wore that even mum didn't recognise.

But no one really recognised me and I just went around looking at everything and it felt a lot different.

It felt very right to be like that. I don't know what that means.

Though there was much more to this than I expected. After trying out my new body for size for a few days, I went back home after babysitting.

My cousins were spending a long time each in the bathroom but I really needed to go, I thought I was really constipated. When I finally got to the toilet after an hour, the shock of seeing a large streak of fresh blood across my boxers put me into a huge panic.

I opened the door slightly and called for dad, then I saw Dolores run to get him from the yard. I was so panicked I honestly thought I was dying. I tried to switch back to look like a boy again before he arrived.

When dad came up he didn't react much better, he had no idea what to do and rushed me to tía. I told her I was bleeding in my underwear and she looked extremely confused.

She told me she would have to do some tests but then it occured to me that it might be what women have every month. I never really paid attention to it before now, it didn't feel like my business you know.

I did end up managing to tell Juli that I had shifted into a woman's body and just didn't change back for a week. Her look of concern turned to confusion and then relief.

She then said "Ay, Camilo" before rubbing the bridge of her nose. She then told me that I must have given myself a period accidently by doing that.

She explained that all my cousins and sister get them. It happens every month and can mess with emotions and health in all sorts of ways.

I told her didn't know what it was but it was terrifying to just have that and not know what on earth it was. She understood and asked if I was feeling ok.

I told her that I had constipation and she made me a tea for that and that definitely solved it. She showed how to use a pad and I asked why I couldn't just use the toilet roll, and she said it wouldn't be enough for the amount that people usually bleed and it could slip out and I could leak.

Later that night, mami and tía talked about it while I loomed hidden at the doorway. I thought mami would be upset but I didn't hear any thunder or rain. She then gave me this journal, said I could use it to explore all my emotions around my body and stuff. I think i'm gonna keep changing into the self that feels right, and if I'm going to have to put up with bleeding occasionally then sure.

9/20

It's been five months since the first time I shifted into my female form and since then I've also experienced periods, in their full length.

The entire summer from June first to August first I decided to test my power and see how long I could stay Camilla.

Don't ask, adding an extra L and an A to the first part of my name was the easiest way for my family to identify me. And if you're gonna blame anyone blame my menacing Prima mirabel she's the one that came up with the name in the first place.

But with saying I spent the summer as a girl, I also have to say this; my powers are crazy awesome. My entire wardrobe practically shapeshifted with me. Everything that was there, my underwear, ruanas, pants, and shirts became girly, boxers became bloomers with a chameleon on the hip instead of the rear, bras appeared out of nowhere, my shirts and pants became blouses and my ruanas became skirts. A few became dresses, but it was mostly blouses and skirts like mi hermana wore.

But instead of red and cream it was yellow and tan, a tan blouse and yellow chameleon patterned skirt. It was me, a different me, and i liked it… well most of it. In the time I spent shifting into Camilla my body basically did the world's fastest female puberty ever; a cups became c's overnight, and hair that was previously nonexistent showed up an so on.

But my period as Camilla was much similar to mama's, my bleeding lasted 6 days, my cramps tended to be in my lower back and abdomen, and I got period migraines. They sucked, I had to go to Dolores’s room to survive them, it was like my ears became sensitive to sound and my head felt like it was being smashed by a hammer; my nausea was so bad I could hardly keep anything down, and I cried. A lot.

Mama and tía helped a lot, they brought me tea and massaged my back, comforted me through the nonsensical crying and the bouts of easily triggered anger. By the end of it all, I was gathered with the other girls in the house, having a conversation about all these symptoms over tea while papa and tio were out with antonio. Tio Bruno was in his rebuilt tower, probably scripting a rat telenovela.

"So all of that is normal?" I was astonished.

"Basically, we often get deemed as dramatic or sensitive. Truth is hormones go all to hell and back during that week so yeah moods are common, especially for you look at who your mamí is 'Mila," tia Julieta told.

"You're not perfect either oh golden child julieta," pepa pressed.

"But you're worse, stormy," tia teased using what I can only assume is a childhood nickname for Mami.

"Sit still and shut up, they forgot we exist right now, and trust me this is far better than any of tio bruno's telenovelas" Dolores leaned over and whispered to me.

"I storm for a week when I'm five and nearly fifty years later you still use the nickname? Fine then if we're playing dirty like that, let's play, smokey" Mama said

"I was five! I didn't know how to cook! At Least casita aired out the kitchen afterwards, yet you nearly flooded the encanto." Julieta defended

"Look, to a five year old a lost toy is a big deal. Plus it was my cuddle bunny," pepa told

"You mean is, You never stopped dragging it around, and I think you owe gus a thanks for fixing sir hops, he spent five hours washing him, and fixing all the tears and holes and resewed his button eyes so they didn't fall off," tia julieta said pushing her mami's buttons and also showing how good of a sister she could be.

"Where is he?" Mama asked a rainbow beginning to sprout above her

"On your bed, agustin put him there before he left with Felix and antonio," tia said smiling as she kneaded the dough.

Mama turned around and yelped,

"How long have you five been there?" She asked before Dolores reminded her

"The whole time, honestly mama how could you forget we were here, tia was telling Camila her mood swings were perfectly normal," dolores said laughing.

"Got lost in the banter, it's a triplet thing, she's five minutes older and thinks she's perfect," mami said before hopping up the stairs to retrieve her bunny.

"Atleast im not the triplet with a stuffed bunny I've carried around for nearly forty-eight years," tia yelled as we broke into a fit of laughter at their shenanigans.

Hope you enjoy ❤

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