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Fairytale: Fairytale (Newt Scamander)

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After taking Grindelwald down, (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. Five years later, Newt is on babysitting duty and he tells the kids the story of a lost fairytale.

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Word Count: 2.1k

Smol Angst.

Character Death

So… I’m learning Tagalog. If there are any Tagalog speakers out there that read this, tell me if anything is grammatically incorrect. I’m really nervous. Translations will be provided next to the phrase in italics.

References to “I Loved You, Mr. Scamander”

Surprise at the end~

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Let’s pretend that it only takes two years to take down Grindelwald and his organization after the events of Crimes of Grindelwald.

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Fairytale: Fairytale (Newt Scamander x Reader)

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It took only a couple years after what happened in Paris to fully take down Grindelwald. Leta was killed in the final battle and that left Theseus in shambles. When he returned to London, he apparated to a lonely flat. The place where the only person who would understand his pain lived- Victoria.

From there, the rest was history.

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“Thanks for watching the kids, Newt. Theseus and I needed a day off.” Victoria said as her kids ran in the living room of Newt’s flat.

Theseus sighed. “Mei Anne Mendoza Scamander. Thaddeus Alden Mendoza Scamander, please stop running around. You’re sure to break something.”

Newt glanced at Theseus, his niece and nephew before looking back at Victoria. “It’s no problem. You know I love watching them…” He thought for a moment, “Merlin, those are long names…”

Victoria gave Newt a look, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re one to talk, Newton Artemis Fido Scama-”

He chuckled, “Okay, okay. Point taken. Now off you go before you end up missing your reservation.”

Theseus walked over to Victoria, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Vi… Do something.”

Victoria smiled. “Watch and learn.” She slowly got out of Theseus’ embrace and walked to where the kitchen met the living room. Her children were still running around, laughing at their game of tag. Victoria giggled softly before clicking her tongue.

In a blink of an eye, Mei Anne and Thaddeus stopped and looked at their mother.

“Halika dito,” ‘Come here’ She said calmly. Mei Anne and Thaddeus slowly made their way to their mother.

“See what you did?” Thaddeus whispered to his sister.

“Me? You started running!” Mei Anne replied.

When the pair stood in front of their mother, they could feel her staring down at them. Victoria squatted, making sure she was at their level.

“Maging mabuti, okay?” ‘Be good?’ Victoria asked.

“Yes, nanay.” ‘Yes, mom.’ They answered.

“Promise?”

“Yes.” They nodded.

Victoria smiled and kissed their foreheads. “Okay, your father and I will see you later then. Don’t give Tito Newt a hard time. You can go back to playing, just stay where he can see you.”

Mei Anne and Thaddeus smiled before going back into the living room and looked at Newt’s bookshelf.

Victoria stood and walked over to the brothers who were staring at her in awe. “Close your mouth boys, you’ll catch flies.”

Newt and Theseus shook out of their amazement. “That’s amazing!” Newt said excitedly.

“I know. I find it fascinating whenever she speaks Tagalog. It seems the children like it when she speaks to them in another language.” Theseus praised.

Victoria rolled her eyes playfully. “Just wait until I teach them Japanese.”

“I thought you were Chinese?” Newt asked.

She hummed. “I am, but my mom and I were never exposed to our Chinese culture whilst we were growing up. She learned Japanese from her caretakers, and I learned it from my mom.”

“You can tell me more about it at dinner,” Theseus suggested.

“Right! Dinner!” Victoria exclaimed. “See you around ten?”

Newt nodded, “See you at ten.”

~*~*~

After showing Mei Anne and Thaddeus all his creatures, and feeding them dinner (Yes, because children need to eat real food Newton), it was time for them to get some sleep.

“But Uncle Newt… We’re not tired…” Thaddeus whined.

“Yeah, I wanna play with the Nifflers again…” Mei Anne added.

With both kids in his arms, he carried them over to the living room and set them down on the couch. “If I don’t get you to bed your mum would lecture me.”

Thaddeus shivered, quickly holding a couch pillow to his chest. “I don’t like mummy’s lecture voice. It’s calm, but something about it is scary.”

Newt chuckled, sitting on the floor in front of them. “How about I tell you a bedtime story.”

Mei Anne nodded. “Will you? We love bedtime stories!”

He nodded, “Alright then… Where do I start…”

Thaddeus cuddled close to his sister for warmth. Mei Anne took the couch blanket and set it over their laps. They both were quiet and attentive.

“It all started a long time ago. When a stable boy fell in love with the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Day after day, he’d go out and pick the best-looking sunflower from the community gardens and gift it to her.”

“These are for you, (Y/N). I hope you like them…” Newt mumbled, holding out a sunflower bouquet.

(Y/N) smiled, playing with the ends of her sleeve. “Newt! How did you know these were my favorite?”

“I remember you saying they were your favorite in Herbology once…”

“But Newt, that was in first year!”

Mei Anne smiled. “I want someone to give me sunflowers!”

Newt chuckled. “Soon they became friends. And even though they couldn’t see it, everyone around them was aware that they were in love.”

Newt turned the corner, looking for the Herbology book he needed for his essay. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help it. “Last time I checked, you were a Ravenclaw this morning,” Victoria asked.

“What are you talking about?”

A pause before he heard (Y/N) speak again. “O-Oh! I was just cold… That’s all…”

Newt put the pieces together- they were talking about how he gave her his robes.

“I was just cold! That’s all..” Victoria mimicked teasingly. “But seriously… Are you ever going to tell him?”

“No, I don’t think I will…”

And that’s when Newt left to find the book he needed. Of course, they quickly changed the subject. Sure, he was the topic of interest for a second, but he knew how Victoria could easily change the subject without the person knowing.

‘She would never like me in that way anyway.’ He thought.

“Although, things started to get in the way of their friendship. In their younger years, the stable boy started being around another girl. He thought he could manage his time between his first love and the new girl, but in the end, he chose to be around the new girl.” Newt sighed as he reminisced on all the missed moments he had with (Y/N).

Mei Anne grumbled. “Ugh. Boys are stupid. Why couldn’t he just tell her!”

Thaddeus looked up to his sister. “I’m not stupid!”

Mei Anne sighed and ruffled his hair. “Okay… Boys are stupid… Except you, Uncle Newt, dad, and Uncle Jacob.”

“Oh, don’t say that. I was… pretty dumb when it came to certain things.” Newt admitted.

“What happened when they got older?” Thaddeus asked, looking back to Newt.

Newt swallowed. He tried to think of a way to explain the past ten years without going into too much detail. “Well… The stable boy got into some trouble and ran away. He kept in touch with his first love through letters, but he was always on the run- looking for new creatures to study. When he finally returned to the village, he found out that his first love had fallen in love with someone else-”

“WHAT? But… But they were in love! How could she just… love someone else…?” Thaddeus interrupted.

“Because she didn’t know! As mum always said, you miss all the shots you don’t take.” Mei Anne added.

“Can I continue the story?” Newt asked, causing the children to stop rambling.

“Thing is… There was a war going on. So the stable boy’s first love had parted with her lover. Within that time, the stable boy and his first love started getting closer. He was so close to confessing his feelings. Until a monster took her away.

“Oooh, I bet it was a scary dragon!!” Thaddeus exclaimed.

“T, it wasn’t a dragon. It was probably some kidnapper!” Mei Anne

Newt sighed. “Hmm… I guess you could say he was a kidnapper. He used his words to trick people into following him. The stable boy spent day after day trying to find his lost love. He vowed that the moment he found her again… They’d have a brand new start.”

“And did he find her?” Mei Anne asked.

“Legend says that he’s still looking for her,” Newt said, ending his story.

KNOCK KNOCK

“And that’s your mum and dad!”

“But!! The story!!!” Thaddeus whined.

Newt stood to open the door, letting Victoria and Theseus inside. “I hope they weren’t too much trouble,” said Theseus.

“Uncle Newt was telling us a story about a stable boy and his first love!” Mei Anne cheered, the feeling of sleep disappearing.

Victoria looked at Newt, “Oh really?”

“Uh-huh! And the stable boy went through so much heartbreak and… His love was kidnapped and the stable boy is still trying to find her.” Thaddeus said, waddling over to his mom.

Theseus walked over to the couch to pick Mei Anne and carry her. “Oh… Such a sad tale. Did the stable boy ever find her?”

Mei Anne shook her head. “No… Uncle Newt said that he’s still trying to find her…”

Victoria sighed and picked up Thaddeus, who was tugging at her skirt and making grabby hands at her. “Yeah… Me too…” She muttered.

~*~*~

Another date night and Newt was on babysitting duty. Not like he minded. A popping sound echoed through the basement.

“I’ll see who it is, Uncle Newt!” Mei Anne yelled as she turned the corner. She saw a woman standing at the bottom of the basement stairs.

The woman looked down at Mei Anne in confusion. “W-Who are you? Where are your parents?”

Mei Anne walked closer to the woman, her eyes ever so observant. She tilted her head to the side when she realized who it was. “Aunty (Y/N)?”

“H-How do you know my name? Who are you?” (Y/N) asked, meeting Mei Anne halfway.

Mei Anne held her ground. “I’ve heard mum talk about you a lot.”

She squatted down to Mei Anne’s height. “So he married Tina, hm?”

“What? Are you talking about Aunty Tina? No… She’s mum’s friend.”

(Y/N) looked closer at the girl in front of her. Long black hair, soft blue-green eyes, slightly tan skin, and the cutest freckles on her face. Half of these were definitely Scamander qualities… but who was the other half? “It seems that you know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“My name is Mei Anne Mendoza Scamander. I’m five years old and I have a little brother named Thaddeus Alden Mendoza Scamander!” She said proudly.

“Mei Mei, what’s taking you so long? Uncle Newt’s gonna show us Kelpie!!” Thaddeus exclaimed, turning the same corner. “Who’s this, Mei Mei?”

(Y/N) looked past Mei Anne to see her brother.

Thaddeus had nicely styled brown hair, dark brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin but a skin tone lighter than his sister’s. She swore that if he came closer, he’d have those Scamander freckles on his cheeks too.

She gasped, her hands covering her mouth. “Oh… How did I not see that? You two are almost sheer copies of your parents…”

Just then the door to the basement opened, “Mei Mei, Thaddeus, Newt! We’re here!” Victoria called out as they descended the stairs.

With every click of Victoria’s heels, (Y/N) had the urge to Disapparate out of there. That was until Mei Anne called out, “Nanay! Look who came to visit?”

Victoria quickly walked down the remaining steps, Theseus following close behind. “Who is it? Aunty Tina? Aunty Queenie and Uncle Jacob? Who could it be-” She stopped at the bottom of the steps and (Y/N) stood from her squatting position. They felt it.

The small bit of warmth from the charm bracelets they got all those years ago… “(Y/N)..?”

(Y/N) turned around slowly. “Hey, Vi… It’s me…”

Theseus smiled and softly pushed Victoria forward. “Don’t just stand here, hug her!”

“I missed you so much…” (Y/N) whispered as they shared a long hug. Soon, Theseus and the kids joined in on the hug.

When they all pulled away, Newt finally joined the rest. “Mei Mei, Thaddeus! Where have you two been? Have you found out who Apparated here? Victoria! Theseus! You weren’t supposed to be here until later- (Y/N)?” Newt rambled.

“Thanks again for watching the kids, Newton!” Victoria smiled. She then whispered something in (Y/N)’s ear before leaving with Theseus and the kids.

“(Y/N)...” Newt trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She smiled. “Hello, Newt.”

And all was well. It may have taken a while to adjust, but Newt and (Y/N) managed it. After all… it was their fairytale.

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Princess of Atlantis

Marinette has always been fully aware her father wasn’t fully human- or Tom. Her mom had met Arthur- her bio dad- on a trip to Hawaii. They’d had a whirlwind summer fling that ended with Sabine going back to China for her move to France unaware she was pregnant.

When she discovered she was pregnant she’d contacted Arthur who had gone right to France to explain some things. Learning about the fact there was an entire world underwater? Was… interesting. Learning her daughter may be in danger because of her heritage?

She was not happy.

Marinette was five when her uncle Orm attacked the surface and her father became King of Atlantis. When they’d learned he had a daughter on land they had all decided that she could not be heir given her only Atlantean abilities were breathing underwater.

Marinette, even at age five, had no issue with that. She did not want to rule Atlantis. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She said that to her dad when he’d broken the news.

“I’m going to also redesign your suit.”

“It’s not-“

“It’s ugly daddy.”

She still was a princess though and had to sit in on lessons given to her by Mera, her father’s betrothed/girlfriend. Mera at least was fun.

She learned Atlantean design and etiquette. It was fun and enjoyable and she got to design her new step-mother’s wedding dress and her daddy’s suit for their wedding at age ten which she was thrilled about.

Marinette grew up learning about her heritage from all sides of her family, her dad fIrm on the idea. She spent time in Hawaii with her grandfather, and later her grandmother, and time in Atlantis. She learned her Hawaiian heritage, her Chinese heritage and her Atlantean heritage from a young age.

Children though can be cruel. Especially when afraid. A little girl with crazy wavy hair and the ability to swap between multiple languages is fun, but when a girl whose daddy has power and has taught her she can do no wrong decides she doesn’t like you… no one does.

Marinette grew up being taunted for her differences. She saw how some people side-eyed her and her mother while walking around, how some Atlanteans sneered at her for her mostly human heritage, saw how some of the people on the islands seemed to hesitate around her. She tried to smile through it but…

Well, in the end, it was easier to pretend. She was white-passing enough that all she needed to do was straighten her hair and stop speaking other languages.

Her mother hated it. Her papa- Tom- did too. Her daddy did, her step-momma did. Her grandfather and grandmothers did. Kaldur, the boy who became her daddy’s apprentice and a big brother figure to her, hated it too.

But she couldn’t keep going, couldn’t keep being taunted. So she plastered a smile on her face and pretended. And it worked- Chloe, the bully, backed off and she made some sort of friends. She even became a hero like her daddy and slowly gained actual friends. She got to make her own team like Kaldur, she got a partner she could count on, a mentor to help her out. She was happy.

Or so she thought.

A liar came to school and things went all to hell. She lost everything. Her friends, her comfort she felt in her hero partner being there to help. Her team, her mentor…

She was left holding a box full of power, tears in her eyes and a scream in her throat. She took off to Atlantis where she collapsed and sobbed into her step-momma’s dress and her daddy raged.

It was Kaldur who helped her.

“Fuck them,” Kaldur told her. “They don’t deserve your tears.” He sat with her and wrapped his arms around her. “They weren’t friends. Friends don’t betray you like this. Friends stick with you even when things go to hell.” He kissed her forehead and promised to be there.

And he was. He was there when she herself decided fuck it when she stopped straightening her hair and cut it into an undercut with one side framing her face. When she started wearing eyeliner- he even went and got some help from Nightwing for learning some dramatic ways to make her eyes pop.

Kaldur helped her figure out how to find good people to fight with. Kagami, Luka- they were good fighters, good friends. They had her back. Luka got into fights with his sister about her and never back down. Kagami punched Adrien and told him how little she cared for him seeing how he never backed up his friend.

Marinette started smiling again soon enough.

-0-

“I hope Marinette doesn’t make this difficult,” Lila told Alya, pouting. “I know she has Italian heritage too but I’m fully Italian…”

“Don’t worry girl, we’ll make sure Marinette doesn’t start anything,” Alya promised as they all sat in the classroom about to give their reports on their cultural heritage. The others nodded and all turned to the front just as Marinette walked in. She’d changed- everyone knew it. Gone was the kind girl… sort of. She was still kind, but she stopped looking like she used to her. Her hair was short, she wore dark make-up, and she dressed in loose and comfortable clothing that made her look badass honestly. She also apparently had tattoos but no one had believed it- until today when she came in with no sleeves and showing off her tattoos on her arms.

“Oh god, where did she get those?” asked Juleka in shock. “They’re badass.”

“Maybe they’re gang signs,” Lila said slyly, smirking as everyone began whispering about this new rumour.

“Class,” Ms. Bustier- the woman had moved with them to lycee because Chloe had demanded her favourite teacher be moved with her- began. “Marinette will be going first on her report as she needs to leave for a family thing.”

“What?” Alya asked. “But Lila’s the full Italian! Shouldn’t we learn about the culture from her?” everyone nodded. Marinette stared at them, face blank.

“...Nino, you’ve known me since we were kids. You know Tom’s not my bio dad.” Marinette said and the class froze.

“... Shit, I forgot.” Nino admitted while Marinette rolled her eyes hard.

“I figured. So no, I’m not doing Italian anyway.” She turned and began setting up her powerpoint, ignoring the class. Lila was angry. She had hoped to whine and cry that Marinette had stolen some of her points about her heritage or make some comment about Marinette obviously having stolen her report. Now she had to actually do it. “As everyone knows- and I did do a previous report on it- my mother is Chinese. What few others know is that my bio father is kānaka ʻōiwi, or Native Hawaiian as some know them as.” Marinette continued her report, showing off interesting legends about her father’s people and even speaking of her tattoos. “They were done in the traditional way and it really hurt but I think they’re pretty amazing. I don’t have much- just a few that my dad thought fit me.” Marinette grinned and everyone looked at each other feeling uncomfortable. When her report was done she left with a wave and a very awkward class.

Not that she cared, she was busy focusing on the fact uncle fucking Orm wanted to see her. Orm- as in her weedy uncle who still hated all land walkers. And who looked like a dork and still wouldn’t take her advice about his hair.

Walking up to the living room, she wanted to whine upon seeing him. He was looking annoyed while sitting on the couch.

“What’s going on that I needed to ditch school?” she asked, feeling annoyed at seeing him. She had stopped wanting to do everything for everyone. She’d stopped trying to be a people pleaser. It was annoying and frustrating. Kaldur had taken her to meet Red Robin who was similar to her in that way and they’d both had a nice long bitch out about everything before they’d both decided to stop it. Stop trying to help people who never said thanks, stop trying to please everyone.

She enjoyed the chaos the class had become and loved hearing about how much of a shit show Gotham’s Batfam had become themselves before they actually started trying again.

“We need someone to run Atlantis,” Orm said darkly. She stared at him.

“Oh fuck no. No- nope. Nuh-uh. Aʻole, Méiyǒu. NO.” She shook her head, holding her hands up. “I am literally as far from the throne as I can be given I’m the King’s only kid so far? I mean Kaldur doesn’t count.”

“This is true but your father is needed in space while Mera is still on bedrest as her pregnancy is most difficult currently and Kaldur has no actual relation to the throne.”

“And you can’t rule because technically you were dishonoured,” Marinette added in, gaining a dirty look from her uncle. “Damn… I’m just the face of this, right? Step-momma is still the one giving orders?”

“Of course. Though there is a ball with land walkers you need to attend.” Marinette stopped.

“...Everyone will know who I am then.” Orm shrugged, uncaring.

“Weren’t you planning on revealing yourself anyway?” Marinette frowned but sighed, her shoulders slumping.

“...At least I have a dress already designed and half made for this.”

-0-

Telling Bustier she wouldn’t be in for two weeks was simple enough. Ruling Atlantis- or really acting as a mouthpiece for her step-mother? Simple to. Jumping back to Paris when an Akuma happened? Easy. All of Atlantis knew she was Ladybug- they felt the magic. They knew she was the Guardian as well and mostly ignored that as long as Plagg never came near them. Given she was still hesitating on claiming the ring she was okay.

She didn’t want to take his ring, she wanted her partner back, her best friend. She wanted him to stop flirting and stop not taking things seriously.

“It’s annoying,” she told Kaldur while signing some papers. She and Kaldur were in the room Mera was in, the woman annoyed at the bed rest condition she’d been given for her pregnancy and demanding Marinette sign the papers in her room at least. “I mean- it’s wrong and gross and I should take it back but it feels… wrong. Gross to consider it, you know?”

“That’s the bond of a Ladybug and Chat Noir I believe according to our records,” Mera told her step-daughter.

“Yeah- magic makes things tricky. But he’s really pushing the boundaries.” Kaldur told Marinette who sighed.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Tell him you’re dating someone,” Mera said. “If he’s a dick still then take the ring.”

Maybe she would. Maybe.

But first, she had the damn ball to deal with.

-0-

“I look terrible in gold Uncle Orm.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Uncle.” Orm glared at his niece as she glared at the gold fabric he’d thrust into her arms to add to her dress. It needed an extra layer, and gold was one of the colours of Atlantis. “I look better in silver.”

“I don’t care. You need to have the colours of Atlantis on you.” Orm told her. She glared at him and then at the fabric.

“At least you got the sheer stuff. It’ll look nice over it hopefully.” She added the cloth and did admit it looked nice.

She still hated gold cloth.

But it went with her tiara as she waited for the announcer to call her, a hand on Kaldur’s arm.

“Relax Marinette- everything is okay,” he told her softly.

“I’m about to reveal to the whole world I’m the Princess of Atlantis.”

“Imagine the looks on your classmates’ faces?”

“...Okay yeah, I feel better now.” Marinette flashed a smile and waited.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess Marinette Curry-Dupain-Cheng of Atlantis, current regent while her father is in space and Lord Kaldur of Atlantis.” the Announcer read out loud. Marinette and Kaldur walked into the room with their heads high.

Cameras flashed and Marinette kept her eyes focused. Her dress showed off her tattoos and muscular arms, the entire thing designed to be able to fight in if needed. She was every inch the warrior princess that Atlantis could boast of.

“Princess!” a man shouted. “Who designed your dress.”

“I did myself,” she told him. “I enjoy fashion design and sewing.”

“Are you the heir?”

“No,” she told that reporter. “Due to the fact I only have a quarter of Atlantean blood I am not the heir but as said I stepped in as regent while my father fights for our galaxy,”

“Are you and Kaldur dating?”

“Definitely not- he’s my elder brother in everything but blood and legality.” She told that one before she was led away by Kaldur and had to play nice for a few hours with politicians.

There was one face she recognized.

“Prince Ali,” she said, curtseying like she’d been taught by Mera.

“Princess Marinette,” the Prince of Achu said, bowing. He looked a bit sad. “I see you aren’t in rehab like Rose is saying Lila is claiming.” Marinette stopped as did Kaldur.

“...What?”

“Apparently that’s the new rumour that Lila Rossi is spreading.”

“...I believe I need to make some calls to various lawyers we have on land,” Kaldur said darkly and strode off to do so. Marinette had her eyes closed and took a deep breath.

“I hate that girl will all my soul,” she finally said after a moment.

“I do as well,” Ali admitted. Marinette looked at him in surprise. “I meet many people, your highness. Sometimes- unless they had made an impression- I forget them. When Rose asked if I knew Lila, I said possibly I’d met her. I did not know the extent of her lies until Rose referenced them and then… it was to late.”

“Not really your highness, you could have said something.” Ali winced.

“I have few friends, Princess Marinette, Rose is one of the few. And like others she expects me to be a perfect Prince which means not… rocking the boat so to speak.” He looked pained saying so, and Marinette frowned.

“Then she’d not a friend Prince Ali. Real friends wouldn’t hold you to expectations and ideals. That’s why I stopped being friends with a fair amount of my class. I think only Juleka and I could be called friendly- and that’s because her brother is one of my best friends.” Ali frowned but looked thoughtful.

After the ball, Marinette went back to Atlantis with a satisfied smile. She had a nice time, and she even swapped numbers with Ali.

Maybe she had a new friend.

-0-

The rest of the time spent in Atlantis was spent texting Ali when bored and ignoring the emails from her classmates who’d realized she’d changed her number. Most were basically begs for her to talk to them, a few saying they were sorry, or asking for an interview. Some accused her of lying or brainwashing Ali (Alya there) while Rose sent a sorry email. Apparently, she’d taken Ali’s message to heart and even Juleka felt bad.

Marinette didn’t give a damn.

When her dad came back and she got to hug him and hit him for leaving the planet- idiot- he had a laugh over the emails.

“Your classmates are ridiculous,” he told her. “What, do they think you’ll dramatically run back to each other, arms wide open?”

“Probably,” she told him. “I just don’t give a damn.”

“Nice.” he ruffled her hair and they chatted about seeing grandma and grandpa in Hawaii over the summer again before Marinette headed back to Paris where some of the Atlanteans who could walk on land were guarding the bakery. And where a lawyer was waiting, plus a personal assistant.

“No,” Marinette whined as her father patted her shoulder. He’d gone with her to explain some things.

“Sorry kid. You’re in the spotlight now- and that means you do need to go to a few galas and balls.” Marinette playfully gagged. Arthur laughed at his daughter again. He was happy she was doing better, that things were okay for her again. He’d worried when she was a shell of herself. Worried when she became Ladybug and worried when that Rossi girl came to the class.

He was happy she was okay.

-0-

Marinette’s new personal assistant was named Stephanie Brown and she was, in fact, Spoiler from Gotham who had agreed to move to Paris to help Marinette out and to be part of her new team of heroes she was putting together. Stephanie was still in school but she was killing it already as a personal assistant.

“Alright, so school, homework, design time then patrol. Maybe steal the ring today?” Stephanie asked as she checked the tablet.

“Maybe. I want to give him one more chance…” Marinette sighed. “But that could be the bond…”

“Hey, up to you but I will follow as the lovely Buzzer to keep an eye on things.” Stephanie grinned as Pollen giggled from the depths of her hair. Marinette nodded as they continued their walk to school, the lawyer following.

Marinette ignored the majority of the students staring at her as she walked to class, only saying hi to Kagami who waved her down to playfully scold her for not telling.

When she got to class, Stephanie broke off and the lawyer was the only one with her as they entered the room.

“GIRL!” Alya stood up. “Why the hell didn’t you ever tell me?” she was insulted her friend had never said anything to Alya.

“Because we’re not friends anymore and I wasn’t sure if I could trust you when we first met. Guess I was right.” she shrugged at Alya who flushed red at that. Lila was staring at Marinette with wide eyes as the girl turned to her. “I heard someone was claiming I was in rehab these past two weeks, plus that my tattoos were gang signs and oh so much more.” The lawyer stepped forward then.

“You’ve been served,” she told Lila who stared at the lawsuit in horror. Marinette ignored the class’s exclamations and demands she not go through with it, instead going to sit at the back again, uncaring of their words.

Adrien was giving her a look but she ignored it, pulling her phone out to text Ali, who’d texted her asking if she wanted to go for lunch. Checking with Stephanie, she agreed.

Still ignoring the class- now with Bustier giving her disappointed looks- she rushed out of the school to where Ali was waiting at lunch. The class followed and stopped, seeing who she was with.

“Ah, Princess Marinette.” Ali bowed and Marinette bowed as well, given she was wearing jeans and not a skirt.

“Prince Ali, it is a pleasure to see you again.” They smiled at each other before both blushed, feeling awkward when they realized they’d been staring.

“You look like a queen,” Ali remarked before his face went even redder and Marinette’s cheeks flamed before she grinned.

“Well I am a princess…” Ali stuttered but then laughed, offering his arm and opening the door to all of the possibilities of the two, while the class watched.

No one really realized the fall out that would occur, with Lila’s mother fired, her lies exposed and her dealings with Hawkmoth revealed. No one knew that a new cat would stalk the night one day, calling himself Prince Noir. No one knew how their lives would change.

Especially not Marinette or Ali.

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Ok I’m so happy someone taking requests. It’s take place season two where Bonnie and Damon hate each other but there daughter comes from the future to help them fight Klaus but no one knows she’s there daughter. Thank you 😊

Hey! So glad too! I’m always up for some Bamon so it’s come at just the right time. Ok, so I’ve definitely done as requested, but I’m really enjoying this and would love to maybe turn it multi-chaptered so if there’s demand I might add onto this story, it was soo much fun.

Anyways, @barkingbullfrog here you go! Hope you enjoy. Sadly the Bamon is not too romanc-y what with the setting though I went with later season two so they are at least reluctantly working together.

Damon propped his feet up on the arm of the loveseat he found himself laying down on, an air of nonchalance mere facade to the turmoil he was feeling inside. Elena and Stefan sat opposite him, poetic really, he thought, talking about what there was to do now that uncle John decided to fuck up again. He couldn’t understand how some people could be this stupid. Why would anyone trust Isobel was beyond him, the bitch had tricked him into turning her, had tricked Elena just a few months ago, had fucked up Alaric good and proper and had been working with Katherine. He listened to Stefan try to propose they use their house as a safe-house and Elena shoot it down immediately. Figures. Was there no one around who used their brain?

There’s Bonnie, his mind helpfully supplied as he heard Elena wrack up another complaint. He answered this one, thoughts of the little witch in his head. He didn’t like having to revisit one of his greatest failures. Because he knows allowing Emily Bennett to burn could only be catalogued as nothing other than failure. And now Bonnie wanted to absorb all that power. Hence, she was definitely the intelligent one here. More power was exactly what they needed, not drama with bio-mom from hell.

“To the Lockwood luncheon.” he heard Elena finish her sentence, followed closely by his brother’s knight in armour agreement.

“Not me, I’ve witch stuff to attend to with Bonnie” he quipped, watching Elena’s warm gaze shifting to him again. He also paid enough attention to Katherine lurking about just then. He knew she’d been listening to the whole conversation, she wasn’t subtle about it, which only served to annoy and baffle him. Why wasn’t Mistress of Bitchdom pretending to hide anymore? Oh well, question for another day perhaps, bigger fish to fry.

“Does that mean you’re taking her to the -” he shushed Elena before she could give them away, a stray thought of Bonnie would’ve known not to say anything worming its way into his mind, and he almost scoffed at himself. Since when was the witch at the front of his thoughts? But before he could dwell on that particular annoyance, Katherine saunters her way over and he hears footsteps outside in the walkway. He’s about to answer the she-demon when the front door’s lock turns and the door swings open suddenly. He’s up on his feet and with his hand around the uninvited visitor’s neck before Stefan even has the chance to get up and plant himself in front of Elena. Katherine of course does nothing, simply turns to stare at him and the young woman he’s holding against the wall, a mild shock flitting over her features almost too quick to see. He doesn’t get more than a few seconds before he finds himself doubled over in sudden pain, clutching his head as stars burst behind his eyelids. He almost thinks he’s misstepped and Bonnie herself was standing there, the wave of magic bringing him to his knees and the smell of blood so very similar to hers. Bennett blood for sure.

“Ack!” He cries out and waits for the ringing in his ears to subside, then he casts a customary glance around at his brother and his ex, surprised to see Katherine herself on her knees, still in apparently a lot of pain. Whoever the Bennett witch that just stepped inside their house like she owned it was, she didn’t stop until Katherine was unconscious on the ground.

“Sorry for the aggression, but I don’t respond to threats well and I really don’t like her.” a soft, but confident voice has Damon turning back to inspect the newcomer. She’s petite, in all senses of the word with her barely up to his shoulders height and lithe physique, but her own shoulders are squared and there’s an air of knowing all around her. He almost sees the Bennett witch they’re all too familiar with in her stead again. It’s disconcerting to say the least, especially with the very bright, and very blue, eyes staring at him with a small smirk. She’s cocky too, he realizes, and she’s certainly powerful enough to back it up if Katherine’s unconscious form on the ground like a sack of potatoes is anything to go by.

“And who exactly are you?” he readies himself for another aneurysm as he speaks, but to his surprise, her whole demeanor shifts suddenly upon looking back at him, if he didn’t know better he’d say she’s just… seen her favourite person. But it snaps back in place so quick he blinks to make sure he didn’t imagine it all.

“I’m Sheila-Rose Bennett.” She begins and he nods slowly, he’d already figured she’d be a Bennett, but how was it possible he didn’t know of her he couldn’t explain, it was strange. He might’ve not known how Lucy looked like when she showed up at the Masquerade a few weeks back, but he had remembered her father and her being born. He happened to have been near the hospital at the time, like he tried to be whenever a new Bennett was born. Hell, he still remembered Rudy, Bonnie’s dad, pacing in the small hospital hallway with Sheila there telling him to sit down and not wear the floor out when Abby was giving birth. He made good on his promises he thought, unlike Emily. “I’m here to help you with Klaus.” she continued.

He straightened out, pushing to his feet as soon as the words were out of her mouth. “And what exactly do you know of Klaus?” And how don’t I know you? His mind screamed at him.

“I’ve had some … experience dealing with him” there was a smile on her lips, wry, as though laughing at an inside joke that only she was in on. The witch was odd.

“Ok, Sheila-Rose-” he began, but was cut off just as fast.

“It’s just Rose, only mom calls me Sheila-Rose, and that’s usually when I’m in trouble.” another one of those wry smiles. It was slowly making him lose his mind. There was something so very familiar to her that was frustrating him beyond reason.

“Sure, whatever. What can you tell us about Klaus?” He noted that Elena was shifting her weight from on foot to the other, impatient, when he remembered she needed to go. “Brother, why don’t you and Elena get to that luncheon, I’ve got Baby Blues here covered. Plus our very own Wicked Witch of the East is bound to show up in, oh, five minutes or so? I’ve got this.” Stefan and he shared a quick look and then baby brother was walking past him and the new Bennett, briefly breaking their staring contest, to pick up his coat and then he and Elena were out the door and driving away. Damon turned and poured himself some bourbon, taking a sip and letting it sooth the nagging pounding that always remained behind after that particular witch’s spell. The witch came fully inside the house now, bypassing Katherine’s body and laying herself in the same loveseat he’d previously occupied, swinging her legs up and over the arm of it, and lacing her fingers around her knees to keep herself upright, looking at him expectedly.

“Should I wait for … whoever you said was joining? Or should I just spill the beans right now?” she certainly had attitude, he thought, matching his tone to a T and he wasn’t sure whether he was impressed or annoyed by it.

“How do I not know you?” he couldn’t let that question go, and he also didn’t want Bonnie to know just how much he cared about her bloodline. She might actually burn him again if she did, he had a feeling.

“You don’t know every one of us, we scattered too much to keep track, so let’s not poke through generations. I’m here for something else, not the past.” she smiled again, that same damn smile that was slowly making his skin itch. There was something there, she knew something she was hiding, something that was about him or regarded him at least. It was driving him insane, and still she wasn’t saying anything.

“Fine, keep your secrets. How old are you anyways, Witch-y?”

“I just turned 19. Why does it matter?” defensive. Fun! He can poke at that.

“Kinda on the young side to be dealing with Big Bad Klaus, aren’t you?” he began and saw her wince. Double fun, he could really dig here. “How come mommy and daddy let you come here? Or do they not know?” he saw her shift in her seat and knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “Oh, so they don’t know then?”

“Not any of your business old man. I’m here and I’ve got info you guys will want, trust me on that.”

“Old man? One, don’t nickname, two, so you’ve said but I’m not convinced. See, if you’re 19 then how come you know anything about Klaus?”

“I know about him from my parents, they’ve fought him before. But haven’t been able to stop him. But they didn’t have the knowledge they do now, I have that and then some and I have you trying to fight him. I can help, that I promise.” She certainly was convincing, but Damon hadn’t survived so long and gone through the shit he had to just believe any nutso that strolled into his house. Just as he was about to answer her, Bonnie burst through the front door, Jeremy a few steps behind her, a flurry of righteous annoyance around her. He barely listened to her begin to berate him being late when he saw her gaze turning to their guest.

Speaking of, the littlest witch suddenly swung her feet back to the floor, sitting up properly and a grin growing on her lips as she stood up, hand outstretched and introduced herself as though to her celebrity crush. God, why was everyone coo-coo in this town?

“Sheila-Rose Bennett! Very nice to meet you, know a lot about you, Bonnie.” She rushed through suddenly. To say that Bonnie was overwhelmed was an understatement. So he did the nice thing for once and patted the place next to him on the couch for Bonnie to take a seat. She did so in shock and even took a sip of his bourbon when he extended it to her, only to chock and sputter once the taste hit her. Small mercies seemed to exist after all, he figured when she didn’t do so much as glare at him, though with how she kept staring at the other Bennett he figured it had less to do with him and more to do with her.

“Now now, Rosie-Posie, let’s not overload Bon-bon here.” He was smirking as he spoke, looking from Bonnie to the newcomer when confusion hit him again at the genuine shock and delight on her face seemingly at his words. He was dying to know what could he have possibly said to warrant that look, but before he could, the woman began speaking in earnest. She hadn’t been lying, he realised quickly. She definitely had information they needed and power they could use, if Katherine’s still unconscious form on the ground was anything to go by.

Quick note, my head-canons about this are that:

- Sheila-Rose went behind her parents backs cuz she just wanted to help since she’s heard all about how Klaus hurt them, though she and Hope happen to get along pretty well and even Klaus and Bonnie and Damon are alright now.

- Her dad calls her Rosie Posie.

- While I see her as a daddy’s girl, she adores her mom with everything in her, like aspired to be her

- The wry smile is her thinking about the future and amusing herself with the references. like the “dealt with klaus” thing or the “not here for the past” being very ironic to say the least.

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After this one, two more pages of bios to go because I lied when I said there'd be a small cast eat my bum. PRINCE FLURRY HEART The only child of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor, Flurry spent the first 15 years of his life fitting into the mold of "princess". It never felt right, and the stress made him feel like cracking, until one day, in a heated argument, he screamed at his his mom that he didn't WANT to be a princess, because he didn't want to be a girl. To his surprise, both his parents were supportive, and hooked him up with gender changing potions and spells (which need to be renewed yearly). Flurry is friendly, though he tends to be a bit full of himself, as he's a royal, and everyone looks up to him and expects him to be PERFECT at all times. He spends his weekends doing charity DJ-ing at different events, under the stage name "H34RTB34T". His biggest hero is Vinyl Scratch, and his proudest day was when he was 16 and Vinyl agreed to mentor him. PRINCESS MOONBRIGHT The daughter of Luna, Trixie, and Moondancer, Moonbright was conceived via extremely powerful magic. Despite not having wings, she carries some of the most powerful magic in Equestria. When she was younger and had temper tantrums, the moon would disappear from the sky, and now, even when she's at her angriest, Moonbright has a tight grip on her emotions so the moon doesn't disappear again. As a youth, she was bullied a lot by other rich fillies who thought that Luna couldn't be her real mom since Moonbright wasn't an alicorn. Moonbright is easy to anger, though she's never deeply angry. She has a lot of expectations and fears, because she doesn't want to risk "turning evil" like mom did. When she's angry, her hair gets dark and her eyes change, a side effect of both Nightmare Moon and the Alicorn Amulet. She much prefers spending time with animals than with ponies, though she makes an exception for her little brother. Her talent is shielding, much like Uncle Shining Armor, though her shields tend to be more physical and don't drain nearly as much magic. She was adopted from hajoh here: www.deviantart.com/hajoh/art/m… PRINCE COSMOS The son of Luna, Trixie, and Moondancer, Cosmos was born an alicorn, though not nearly as oddly proportioned as Flurry was. He was born mute, in a completely unrepairable way: there were no vocal cords at all to rebuild, they just weren't there. He communicates mostly via telepathy to those he knows well (since he needs a strong connection to send thoughts that way) and via writing to everyone else, by creating floating letters or writing on a chalkboard. His talent is tied to the stars more than the sun or moon, as he dances through the sky, the stars follow him. Cosmos is quite shy, not just in his inability to speak but also in the way he avoids ponies in general. He'd rather spend his time with Mama Dancer in the library, reading books and learning how to dance. He looks up to his sister Moonbright, and wishes he was as strong as she is. DUCHESS CHERRYPOP BLUEBLOOD The daughter of Prince Vladimir Blueblood and Pacific Glow, Cherrypop is well known throughout Canterlot. She's a fierce partier, an avid dancer, assistant spymaster, and extremely aggressive roller derby player. She sleeps less than four hours a night on average and she's quite possibly the only pony who can keep up with the original Pinkie Pie. Cherrypop was spoiled rotten by her dad, mostly because he couldn't keep her still for longer than an hour. While she loves partying and her friends, she has very little sympathy for those she deems "bad ponies" and as such, will not hesitate to torture enemy spies for information. If you meet her, you will find glitter on your body for weeks on end, unlike the other royals, those stars aren't natural, she has a LOT of glitter in her mane and tail. She was adopted from SporadicSplash here: www.deviantart.com/sporadicspl… (I made her a unicorn and changed her hairstyle a little....and changed her parents a bit but everything else...) PRINCESS PEONY The darling daughter of Pharynx and ????, Peony is one of the only young changelings in existence, as most "worker" changelings are infertile. She is the start of a new generation of changelings, a smaller generation with no worker caste. The amount of pressure on her to succeed is a LOT, so she spends most of her time with Auntie Ocellus. Pharynx tries to keep the pressure from getting to his darling daughter, but it's hard to balance "raising the future of our entire species" and "let her have fun". Peony is brash and wild, kinda like young Rainbow Dash. To deal with the stress, she builds herself up and only accepts success as an option. She's brave, loyal, and honest to a fault, so don't ever ask her opinion on your clothes. While she has no wings in her normal form, flying isn't really an issue as she can transform at will, so she tends to call wings "overrated". The only part of her that doesn't change is her eyes - due to being half pony and made the "natural way" instead of via stolen love, she doesn't have nearly as much transformation magic as other changelings, though that's easily made up by her ability to use unicorn magic as well. PRINCESS GLORIOUS FIRE (Glory/Gloria) The daughter of Celestia, Sunset Shimmer, and an anonymous sperm donor. Due to Celestia's infertility, Sunset and Tia decided to accept an anonymous sperm donation to make their daughter. Like magic, and full of love, the daughter that came out was, well, Glorious. With a mane and tail even Tia would be proud of, there was no doubt she was her moms' daughter. Raised on pure love and joy, Glory is a kind pony who goes out of her way to help others. She always has a smile and a helping hoof, even if it makes her late to important events. She also tends to be a bit "birdbrained" and will often forget when she has to go to meetings with the council. One of the older ponies in the 'verse (3 years younger than Flurry) she's currently in training to be a teacher, going to Canterlot University. She wants to teach art, metalshop, and math, though getting her to admit she enjoys math is like pulling teeth. Glory adores her cousins, and is one of the few ponies who can immediately make Moonbright go from angry to cheerful. She even learned (a hard feat without a horn) how to speak telepathically back to Cosmos, though he's the only one she can communicate with that way. Adopted from the lovely yuyusunshine here: www.deviantart.com/yuyusunshin… --- And here are the royals....Whose designs will probably look better eventually im so tired

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Bio! Dad Strange part 7

More Gotham Rouges being themselves, carrying for Marinette, crossover with Why Marinette Hates Tim, and yes, this au is slowly coming together. somewhat. I’ll get to the Ladybug days sometime soon, because yes, that is being covered, and heads up, Marinette is allowed to have multiple relationships and crushes in this. Yes, there is writer salt in this au, but characters are being fixed from cannon actions to more season 1 characterization or fannon... except lila. she will be split into bascially-a-new-person-altogether and fannon as Layla Rossi. Fannon and cannon felix will make eventual appearances since both are fun when the fandom’s gotten involved.

Sorry for those tagged, i posted on the wrong blog a ew minutes ago, so this is the corrected version. Marinette stares at her uncles and aunts when she gets back this time. They were acting weird. That usually meant… “So who’s being targeted this time?” she asked Rose, who flinched. “The council will kill me if i say.” The Council… who’s unofficial mission, she realized last year, was to keep her safe and–oh. Oh. OH! “Is it Hatter or Jerimah?” She was tired of poeple calling the knock-off her favorite uncle’s moniker. He didn’t even deserve his own in her opinion. “Uh, both, i think.” “Oh.” Not good. Jerimah can plan and get Hatter–Tetch–to listen. Tetch is insane and obsessed with her as Alice, whatever that means. Marinette was worried this time. She was right to be. Hero Stalker was missing, and no one would tell her what happened. It was loosing Red Hoodie all over again. She was angry and hurt and only 9 years old. Aunt Quinn, best person ever, and Aunt Pan, ‘worst person to give Rose to ever’, took her to Central City for a week to try to keep her out of their reach. It was okay, kind of. She didn’t catch Barry Allen–best forensic scientist and very much a ‘meta are just people with powers, let them be people’ person–at any crime scenes. She was glad most of then weren’t from her Aunts this time… one of them was theirs but the guy was stalking a teenager and the kid was as scared as Marinette is of Mad Hatter/Tetch and Jerimah teamed up so. So she had to help, okay? the police didn’t help in Paris with the Dupont Stalker. The Gotham ones ignored cases like this mostly. And she had no clue about Central but damn if she wasn’t going to help the kid out. Aunt Quinn–trip alias for Harley Quinn, obviously, trapped them. She didn’t know what Aunt Pam did with her plants, but there wasn’t a body left in the end. Marinette, as Jill Smith, helped them scale up to the roof and get somewhere safe. She checked up on them and they were okay. she was glad. Aunt Quinn took her to the Meta Museum–technically the Flash Museum but it was about metas and crimes against them too so she thought of it as the Meta Museum. some of the exhibits made her feel weird, sounded a bit like the news reporters in Paris calling metas a problem to be rid of. controlled… Then she ran into The Barry Allen, best Forensic Scientist, and she heard him saying they got things wrong and she knew it! She couldn’t stop herself, physically, from asking him questions about what they got wrong. Iris West, Barry’s finacee and a meta-reporter, went off on different things, emphasizing not just the Flash but different victims and how to prevent it. Marinette took a lot of notes mentally. Aunt Quinn was amused, Aunt Pam, who introduced them as such, tried to pull her away but… Marinette was happy. And the couple seemed to like listening to Marinette rant about cases, mostly Barry’s. “Oh and what about the case with the woman who melted? if you still have her remains i think if you use a stabilizer–cold base is a good start but she should reconstitute in a few days. It looked like the melt was an instability and molecular stability issue for maintaining physical form in this universe, not others if the worlds portals are anything to go by, so introducing stability is all that needs to be done and she’s likely to be herself again” Barry stared at her when she said that. was that too much? Its one of the cold cases from a few months ago. Did she overstep? “I, how did you find about other world portals?” Marinette almost froze. but she remembered that the Waynes did have the tech and a few months ago there was a big multiverse mess… “Its part of the multiverse theory, isn’t it? and since we’ve seen heros from other universes enter ours that means its less theory and more reality, and that people can enter them if they use the right molecular vibration with the correct chemical composition and ability to enter the intended environment. With those restrictions, it makes more sense for people to make windows instead, and uh, some of the Rouges tried once and a lot of Gotham ended up seeing other places a few months ago.” it wasn’t a lie. she was implying she was there when she wasn’t, not saying she was. This is still the only way she can do things like this and not look like a liar. Iris saw the slip though, and knew something was up with the girl. Before she could tell Barry there was an alert–Gorilla Grodd. Marinette was upset about the interruption, but knew that an attack meant hide. She forgot her stickers at home and were going back that day. She noticed that where Mr. Allen should be was moving more like a… Oh. He’s a speedster. and only one speedster has measurements like his. The Flash. Harley grabbed her tight and ran, Ivy behind Marinette. Grodd was taken down while they were on their way home. Then there was an explosion and it was dark… – Marinette woke up chained to a wall, in a dark place, with a lot of water under her. Jeriome and Tetch were fighting. Her head hurt. Then Tetch was killed in front of her. She didn’t cry. She screamed though. Apparently it was enough to cause some things in the room to move. She was scared. Jerimah kept debating what to do with her. How to prove that He is Better than Jerimone and Harley. Marinette’s powers kept getting worse. Everything was loud. she could hear heartbeats and footsteps. It took week for her to catch him too far in his thoughts, too caught up in his ‘revenge’ until she knew he coudln’t hear her movements. She broke out of her chains while flying, well, floating at that point. she carefully dislocated her thumbs, slipping out and moving carefully. Jerimah wasn’t looking when she hit him. He wasn’t dead. Heartbeat still. She grabbed his phone, almost breaking it when she grabbed it. she did her best to be gentle (cracking the screen) as she called Rose. It took forty minutes for her to be found. Rose turned the dead Tetch into fertilizer. Frost grabbed Jerimah and said something about giving him to Zsasz. – Marinette blinked a few times when she was back at Ivy’s. Apparently Rose wasn’t letting her out of her sight. Ivy freaked out and took over Gotham while she was missing. There was a new Robin. Who looked way too much like… “Hero Stalker?” The new robin froze when he saw Marinette, Pixie Pop, shaking by a green crystal. “Pixie pop you’re…” “Don’t. Rose will hear.” Hero Stalker nodded, watching her carefully. “What happened?” “Tetch and Jerimah–uh, Hatter and Mr. J. Mr. J killed him when he got me…” Robin paled at that. “Is that why…” “The plants are coming back in, yeah… Don’t tell Bats.” Hero Stalker stared at her. “You know what i look like.” “Yep.” “Do you know…” “uh, yeah. and two more form the League apparently… I’m blaming you for all of that figuring out for the record.” “What did i do?” “Make it easy to figure out… you don’t even–nevermind. Just go, don’t tell Bats and one of my uncles will have us meet up before i leave again, okay?” Robin listened, because he knew Pixie Pop didn’t mess around. – Robin ended up trapped in a puzzle maze. With Marinette who was just Done with everything. “how did you–” “You looked like you. Didn’t even try to change hair or clothes or anything. YOu fail at disguise 101.” “I could just look like–” “Voice, posture, gait. All the same.” “oh.” then “Why are you here?” “Got caught grabbing catwoman’s jewels on camera.” “Wait, you’re the one returning them?” “Duh.” Marinette was insulted he thought she wouldn’t. “So…” “Make a different persona, since i made you ages ago. And that let me make your whole team–Yes your not-brother and even batgirl. Honestly, NIghtwing’s is very obvious if you get he was Robin and look at old tapes, but he’s a lost cause.” “I know! That’s how i figured them out!” “And that’s why you need to make a new persona so everyone is not outted by your obviousness. I can pull off Princess, Pixie Pop and three other personas since i was little and don’t slip up. Up your secret identity game already!” “I. Okay. But can i ask Rose for help from her plants on drug rings and really bad guys?” Marinette hummed. “I think so. I’ll have Uncle Riddler give you a burner to talk to me when i get home-home.” “thanks! Bats is good but he’s missing so much and its annoying!” “Your lack of secret ID game is annoying,” Marinette grumbled, “No tracking me though. I will spill to Frost and he will be extra annoying and lecture-y.” “He can’t be worse than disappointed agent A.” “I garanutee you i think i know who you’re talking about and it pains me to say Frost is like a chemical-only angst-y version of him that forgets he’s always right.” “How–how!” “I think its the lack of sleep and over-exposure to all the gases.” – those that asked for tags (or seem like they’d like to be?) are below. list is still open. Next time is (probably) more Paris while dealing with Gotham, a touch of Batfam mentions while Marinette chews out Tim, who reveals that Red Hoddie was the former Robin and then curses her with meeting Robins pre-Robin-ning. @ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5

#maribat #maribat au #bio!dad au #bio!dad strange #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 7 #my au #my ideas #this is going to be a long au #i almost regret it but too much work to #no idea how to tag still

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windandwater · 4 years

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When my grandfather on my dad’s side passed away, I wrote up a piece with just one family story after another about the experience. I can’t really do the same thing in the same way this time, but I am finding that, in every death, family draws tighter together and tells stories to each other almost on instinct, finding common ground around this one person who shaped us.

Here are some stories that have come out of the last few weeks.

I will warn you that the story of my mom’s family has a dark side—her biological mother was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive. My grandfather was the one who saved his children from her and thus I can’t speak of him without speaking of her as well. I ended up only telling one story that involves her and it has a content warning at the beginning as well as a note for when the story ends.

In his eulogy, my step-uncle said that my grandfather, his stepfather, taught him that “family isn’t about biology. It’s about love.”

Well, he was the one who taught me that too, only not because I had crappy parents. Until he remarried, mom had a crappy parent and a good parent, and the good parent held the family together and shaped us in ways that I’m still only beginning to find out.

CW CHILD ABUSE

(Note: I’m referring to her as my mom’s bio-mom or by her initials, NW.)

The custody battle was brutal, and it went all the way to the state supreme court. Fathers didn’t get custody back then—my mom says “abuse” wasn’t even in the lexicon in the initial court cases.

We found this out because my brother & his girlfriend googled my grandfather and this is what came up. They read the deposition and initially my brother was uncomfortable with her seeing it, but my mom said it grazed the surface—and as I told him, the only reason I don’t going around telling people that my mom’s bio mom did stuff like frequently sprain her wrist from beating them is that it’s not exactly the kind of thing you dump on people without warning, not because it’s a secret or because my mom doesn’t want me to talk about it.

I’ve known for a long time that when I was really little, my mom once found herself with her hands around my throat, freaked the fuck out, and from that moment had to second guess every inch of her parenting and her actions around us, because she had no instincts to fall back on. I didn’t need to read “choking her eldest daughter” as an example of abuse in a court case to know that that happened to my mom.

Anyway, the psychological abuse always scared me more. Because my mom won’t talk about it much.

END CW

Apparently, even though moms are perfect angels who should always get child custody and can do no wrong to children, word was getting around about her and someone offered to “take care of the problem” for $150.

My grandfather never would’ve said yes to that, and he decided to try the legal route first. But he was ready to take the kids and run, if he didn’t get custody. Leave his job, fake name, move to Phoenix, everything. I’m beyond thankful that didn’t have to happen but also beyond relieved that he was ready to.

He never spoke a single ill word about NW.

I was very disappointed about missing the funeral in person. I was hoping they’d have it after my ankle surgery so I could at least be propped up in a corner somewhere, high on Vicodin maybe, but there.

Honestly I’m disappointed about a lot of things this month.

The day before the funeral, my dad came in with a picture showing me the outside of the house. There was a rainbow. A little one, but a rainbow.

I of course dragged my ass out of my sickbed, hopped my way out there, and made him set up a chair so I could see it too.

There’s a reason I run a side blog of rainbows. There’s a personal & private story there, but what you need to know is that in dark moments, I often look for rainbows or have literal rainbows sent my way. They bring me hope every time. I sat outside, foot hurting and sweating all over from the heat, watching the rainbow fade, knowing it was going to be okay.

I haven’t always gotten along with my cousins on that side of the family. They grew up in Louisiana and are much closer to each other, so there’s a lot of gaps to bridge and we taller, dark-haired city people from Yankee land who clung close to each other and weren’t used to big families always kind of stuck out a bit among the short blondes who had always lived in the South in a big insane group of cousins and step-cousins.

We’ve gotten closer more recently. It’s trendy to hate on your family on facebook, but interacting on social media has given me some separation between the stuff that makes me roll my eyes about my cousins and the stuff that endears me to them.

And it was through facebook that we came together because of one simple fact: we all had the same, terrible morning.

We all woke up first thing to our moms, broken in half themselves, breaking our hearts too.

I get told that I laugh and smile a lot. Sometimes I’m even told that in non-creepy ways! And it’s true. I sometimes think I exist moment to moment trying to find something new to make me laugh. I learned that from my parents, who will watch or listen to just about anything if it’s funny. I learned to tell stories from them too, to take all my experiences and find the good the bad and the funny in everything.

My mom is my best audience. She laughs like a hyena at all my stories, my good lines and my bad lines. She’ll laugh at jokes that I *know* aren’t funny, at the ones that I think are hilarious but no one else laughed at, and she laughs the hardest of all at the jokes I’m extremely proud of and that land really well nearly every time.

Her whole family’s like that. Head thrown back, laughing hysterically, whole conversations just an excuse to try and make each other laugh.

Her dad, too. Just as loud and as hard as the rest of them. He had a giggle, and also a cackle. He used to give points when someone said something particularly funny, let out a really good zinger, or “won” a round of conversation. He’d just grin, solemnly lick his finger, and draw a “1” in the air.

He liked pranks. I’ve told story after story on my blog about how my family likes to mess with each other at Christmas. My mom’s saying is that “there’s no such thing as a lie at Christmas”, meaning that your gift is late or it wasn’t in stock or we can’t do it this year, I haven’t found a gift for you so you’re just getting candy? Not lies.

Except it’s not her saying. It’s his.

Anything that arrives at the house in December gets wrapped up and put under the tree; it’s automatically a gift. You think that trick of wrapping things in progressively smaller boxes is a prank? Amateur hour. I’ve wrapped up individual pieces of candy, individual matryoshka dolls, and yes, the smallest git in the largest box but also filled the box with packing peanuts to make it extra annoying.

I learned all of this from my mother.

But he taught it to her.

If I find hideous things to give my brother, it’s because my mom’s family rotated a Velvet Elvis, giving it to each other, for years. If my mom watched in stoic silence as my dad tore the house apart for looking something they got in Arizona that was wrapped up under the tree, it’s because someone wrapped up two huge boxes for my grandfather that he was excited to open, that turned out to be two light fixtures he’d ordered and forgotten about.

We never lost the magic of Christmas in my house. If anything it got more magical, more fun to surprise each other and find funny and creative ways to show each other how much we care. Gift giving is an art form in my family and I look forward to it every year.

It’s all because of my grandfather.

I learned so many things from my parents that they in turn learned from my grandfather. Even my dad learned a lot from him as his father-in-law, because it was impossible not to look up to him, and he was a teacher in his profession and by nature. Everyone talked so much at the funeral and afterwards about how he could fix anything, build anything, do, anything.

I was called “Tinker” at one of my old jobs for how I was always fixing everyone’s computer and the various office machinery. I didn’t necessarily know how until I sat down and looked at it. I just knew how to figure it out.

I always thought I learned that from my parents, which I guess is still true, but now I know who they passed it on to me from.

One thing I always associated with my mom was that any time she saw a pile of my necklaces in a knotted mess, she would sit down an untangle them for me. I never asked her to do that; she would just see them, and sit down and start working on them. She always got a specific look of concentration on her face as she did.

My dad and I were talking after the funeral and he mentioned my grandfather doing that exact thing in our house at ninety-something years old. He has a picture of it. I knew without seeing it exactly what the expression on his face would be.

It’s now one of my favorite pictures of him.

There was technical trouble with the Zoom funeral, which was pretty disastrous—I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t able to attend due to health & other problems. For someone so beloved, so central to the family, who we all owe so much to but don’t even think of it that way because he was so fun and easy to love…well, funerals are for the living, and not being able to be there in person hurt, bad, and I know I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. We were relying on being able to attend digitally.

But most of the world is still getting used to doing things over video, and certainly the older couple running the funeral home was a bit clueless. I, on the other hand, ran video calls (not over Zoom, but still) almost daily for 2 years while I was an admin and we had remote employees calling in to meetings. So as soon as I realized exactly what was causing the problem, I got on the phone with the funeral home and did my best to salvage what we could.

And then I pulled the recording for everyone (thank goodness it was recorded).

And then before I watched it I wrote up some instructions, with screenshots, for the funeral home for next time, because they genuinely didn’t know what to do and I wanted to make sure the next family had an easier time and if the problem is just understanding technology, I know how to help with that! I’m good at figuring out and explaining this stuff! It’s just what you do—you help people when you can! You know?

And then I watched the funeral, and listened to my uncle talk about my grandfather always fixing things, and always teaching people.

And I just broke down. Because I knew. I knew who I was.

If the legacy I carry is that of someone who can’t resist helping others by teaching and fixing problems, then may I never ever ever let go of that legacy.

My mother called me to tell me that when they realized what was going on and what I was doing, my uncles both said the same thing, that “that was Papa.”

The only good part about any of this is that I’m here with my mom right now. She talked to him all the time before he died but she didn’t get to see him, and she keeps saying things like how she wishes she could tell him the good joke she heard. She’ll casually talk about the depression she’s fighting off.

I didn’t want a broken ankle to strand me here but there are worse times to be stuck with my mom.

#grief for ts #my writing #family #my mom

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aparecium-hq · 4 years

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Welcome to Aparecium, Maia! You have been accepted for Rose Weasley. Competition for a character is always difficult, but we appreciated the detail and nuance you included. As we briefly discussed when you submitted the app, we’ll need a more traditionally formatted bio for her character page, but welcome aboard. Check out the new member checklist, and jump right in.

Character Basics

Birthday (Age): December 22nd (21) Gender (Pronouns): Female (she her) Sexuality: Heterosexual Blood Status: Halfblood. Hogwarts House/School: Ravenclaw Occupation: Cursebreaker trainee Faceclaim: Erin Kellyman

Any requested changes? I picked a different face only because the ones listed weren’t calling out to me as much and I recently fell in love with both these girls!

Biography:

* WHAT ARE YOU LIKE ?

INTELLIGENT

“God. Does everyone have to point it out? Yes, I’m smart. Yes, just like my mum. Good Lord. I know already. I got the best marks in my year. I scored O’s on most of my OWLs and the one I didn’t get an O on was an E. Please, can we not mention it anymore. Mum gifted me with her incredible power of mind. Etc… Etc… It’s not that I mind having the brain power really, it’s that everyone expects me to be just like my mum, and no matter how much I love her, I’ll never actually be her. That aside, a battle of wits with me is probably a bad idea. Not many people can best me. That might sound full of myself, but I assure you, it’s completely true.”

SWEET

“Dad says it’s what he gets for naming me after a silly flower. That because of it I turned out as sweet as it’s scent. I guess someone in the family had to do it. Mum can be a little abrasive, dad a bit, well, air-headed. Hugo’s just his owe breed. I guess I just had to be the normal one? I’m the type that’ll get all dewy eyed over a lost kitten and probably end up taking it home with me. It used to really drive Mum batty. I just like to have kindness and compassion. I can’t stand to see people or animals hurting. I just want to give the world a big hug from time to time. A smile is the best thing you can give a person, in my opinion.”

FREE SPIRITED

“I like my flights of fancy, and that’s that. I don’t feel much of a need to follow society’s main stream. People can be ridiculously like lemmings at times and that just doesn’t fit me. I like to think for myself, discover my own path. It’s probably the thing that set me the most apart from the people I grew up around, especially in the last few years. I never had that driving need to fit in. If I wanted to compete, I competed. If I wanted to be a lazy bum, I lazed. It’s kind of just the way I am. I might go along with my friends or my family in their ventures but it doesn’t mean I won’t go my own way when I fell it’s might be a better option.”

ROMANTIC

“Stupid books. They gave me illusions of grandeur, I swear. I love them so very much, which is a different story but it lead me to this silly idea called romance. I read too many love stories when I was younger and now, no matter how improbable it really is I have this stupid hope in the back of my head that I’ll find some adoring White Knight that wants to sweep me off my feet. Not going to happen, I know. Ruined a good thing hoping for it, I know. You don’t have to tell me. But I just can’t help that little voice inside that wants it to be possible. My cousins and my brother all loved to take the mickey out of me about it. It gets bloody annoying sometimes. I guess I brought it on myself though. It doesn’t help when dashing, good looking young men like Scorpius Malfoy factor into the picture either. I suppose it was an inevitable failure on my part.”

SOCIABLE/FRIENDLY

“Surprisingly enough, though my dad did his best to make me a competitive twit, ha ha, I’ve turned out to be pretty darn friendly. I like to surround myself with different sorts of people. That’s probably how I got to know people like Scorpius, who dad was all set to make my arch enemy. In school I had friends from every house. We’d throw big parties in the old Shack and I’d be the life of the party. I’m not really sure where this particular skill came from. Maybe my dear Uncle George, who is amazingly cool, and my departed Uncle Fred, who I wish I could have met. The stories about them were still fresh legends of Hogwarts when I started school. Everyone liked them, so maybe that’s where it comes from.”

EMOTIONAL

“Yet another reminder of my similarities to my mum. I can get all worked up over the strangest things. I can go from scarily angry to completely teary eyed in the blink of an eye. I can hold a grudge with an outright vengeance… for about a week. (Dad says Mum used to do that to him as well.) It’s just the way I naturally express myself. I’ve sort of got my hear out on my sleeve. I wear my feelings pretty openly and I’ll let you know how you’ve made me feel.”

BOOKWORM

“I think I mentioned it earlier but I have the damnedest fascination with books. I just read like there won’t ever be another book published. It goes hand in hand with my overactive imagination. I can read a book and picture the whole thing in my head, just like a movie. I can make myself the star if I want to. It’s probably what got me into the whole ‘hopeless romantic’ mess with you-know-who. I just get so carried away with the stories that leap off the page that I can be consumed for hours and be totally happy with that.”

* SO HOW DID YOU GET TO BE HERE ?

“I come from the best parents you could ask for. Sure, my mum can be a little taxing at times, she’s Hermione after all, and my dad can be a bit of a goof. But the things you hear about in the stories are true. They’re good, loyal, amazing people who just happen to have fallen in love in the aftermath of a world on the brink of war and had two very silly children. It sounds like a fairytale doesn’t it? You ever wonder what comes after the happily ever after? Me and Hugo, that’s what.

My parents named me Rose because mom had a thing for the smell of them when she was pregnant with me. She thought it was clever I guess. They gave me my Aunt Ginny’s name for a middle name and I love it. She’s a tops lady and I’m glad to share the name with her. I can’t say my name was super creative but I don’t complain about it either. I think it’s classy and timeless which are both very positive traits.

They had me first, thank God, because as much as I love my little brother I am glad he’s my little brother. We are close, as brothers and sister are wont to be. But I am pretty close with all my family. Anyways, we grew up with means enough to have all of what we needed and a lot of what we wanted. The benefit of having famous parents I suppose. Mum and Dad indulged us quite a bit, but they never let us get spoiled to the point of being brats. We spent tons of time with the family. I have too many cousins to count and I love them all, but especially Roxanne. I think it’s because we were both so much our own people that we bonded. I was and am also very close to Albus, who was always my best friend when Roxanne was too busy being independent to play. Albus and I would play together for hours, making up stories and pretending to me our heroic parents. We look back on it now and laugh. We wonder if we’ll be in the history books someday, considering the direction the wizarding world is carrying on it now. This change to magical technology is fascinating but a bit terrfying and I often find myself wondering when it’ll blow up in our faces, figuratively or literally.

Al and I started school the same year. I think he was relieved to go together. I had no fear at all. I came prepared of course, being my mother’s child. I remember looking around the platform and marveling at the number of people that could be going off to just one school. Dad pointed out the Malfoys and Scorpius, who I was to beat at every test, or so dad admonished. Mum told him not to pit us against one another so soon. Diplomatic? Mum? Apparently so. We got on the train like everyone else and started out new life. I spent the train ride reminding Al of all the good things we’d experience at school. We were part of a legacy after all and I was very proud to carry that banner. It worked out alright, for the most part. The three of us were best of friends until I decided to date Scorpius and it all went a bit… well it’s not great.

I did well all thought school. I got Mum’s brains after all. I really did beat Scorpius in tests sometimes, just like dad wanted, but I also made a friend out of him. He’s actually very charming, thought I suppose I’m not supposed to think about im that way anymore. I’m living my own life now, bad decision and all. He certainly isnt’ not the only friend I’ve ever made, you know. I had a good sized group of close knit friends from all the houses back in school. We’d sneak out and throw little parties in the Shrieking Shack sometimes. It was the best of times. Then we grew up and moved away and soem of us stay in touch. Some of them are even in the trainee program with me, so that’s beeen nice though we’re nearly done there, as well. Hopefully we’ll all stay friendly. I need my own friends now, since both my closest mates probably hate me by now.

* WHAT WOULD WE FIND IN YOUR TRUNKRIGHT NOW ?

Honestly? Probably a mess. Whatever I didn’t need got left in it all jumbled up. Most of my clothes and such are in the wardrobe where they belong and my school things are in my night stand. the trunk is probably holding a multitude of things that are unimportant. Classic muggle cds, a few daydream charms from Uncle George’s shop, that Skiving Snackbox that Roxy gave me last year. Who really knows. It’s probably a downright motley collection. I think there’s that pretty amulet that Lorcan and Lysander gave me this Christmas past. I doubt you’d find anything interesting. All the juicy secrets are hidden away elsewhere…

* WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS ?

Hmm. There are so many. I love the smell of rain, especially when it’s been a warm day out and it’s the first rain, pumpkin pie becasue it always takes me back to the Burrow, pine trees, and warm leather, especially the particular scent of Scorp’s leather jacket I bought him for his birthday. It’s wonderful. But you are never to repeat that to anyone! I swear I’ve got an arsenal of hexes just waiting for you if you try it!

I also like to play Quidditch with my cousins, but I don’t play for the house team or anything, it’s not really my style. I also like to just have a fly on my broom. There’s something thrilling and intoxicating about the feel of being suspended high up there with the wind rushing past you. It’s incredible.

A good practical joke is always a favorite of mine. It probably comes from growing up with Roxy and Fred as older people to look up to though. They are just like their da. I love them. Truthfully I feel that way about all of my family. We’re close knit and they’re all amazing people. That also applies to the extended family like 'Uncle’ Neville, 'Auntie’ Luna, and their families as well. Luna is actually one of my favorite people in the world. I love to go visit Lys and Lor on hols and talk to her about things. She’s got the most unique points of view in the whole world and doesn’t expect me to have all the answers. Actually, one of the things I have always loved most in this world is other people. Albus, who’s as close to me as a brother and my most trusted friends. Scorpius, who is more than just a mate, even if it all went terribly and I can’t look at him without my stomach tying itself into knots becasue I’m either anxious or missing him and I don’t really know which… My Aunts and Uncles and cousins. Even my ridiculous little bother Hugo. They all made the world a brighter place just by existing for most of my life. It’s just hard to carry the burden of everyone’s expectations…

I also love silly little things like swimming in the summer, and flirting a bit or going shopping in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Looking at the stars is one of life’s little pleasures, as are new, fashionable, clothes and shoes. Music is also among my favorite things. There are so many things that I enjoy I could tell you about them all day, but I think this is probably enough of my talking your ear off.

Character Questionnaire

Answer at least three of the following questions about your character. This could be in character or a third period explanation.

What does your character value in a friendship? At this point in life she values people who look at her as an individual. Not a cog in a greater machine. She’s been a Weasley, Hermione’s daughter, part of a trio… etc for all of her life and she’s been trying (in the wrong ways maybe) to buck that co-dependence. SO she wants friends who accept her as she is, who thin of her as her own person, and who don’t put pressure on her to be a part of a legacy.

How would your character describe their own work ethic? Is that an accurate measure of themself? She is a hard worker, to the point of making herself crazy at times, and she absolutely will not admit that. She’ll tell you shes capable and will do her job well, thoroughly, and on time, but she will not tell you that if you put her in a crunch she might work herself to anxiety attacks to get ti don’t on time.

How would a stranger who has just met your character describe them? Right now, probably a bit cold. A bit too sharp. If they’re perceptive perhaps they’ll say those things are an attempt to hid something else, probably hurt and fear. Not rude, exactly, but not soft.

What magical skill or talent is your character most proud of? Her curse breaking. She decided young she wanted to follow after her Uncle Bill in profession and worked very hard to earn the marks to do so. She’s been top of her trainee pool from the start and is on track to head a team when she completes training. This is, to her mind, her great achievement. It’s something she did for herself, telling her Uncle not to give her any recommendation or benefit. That’s worth gold as far as she’s concerned, because unlike going itno the family business or the ministry, she’s not relying on the name of her parents, just her own skill and work ethic.

Para Sample

Rose hadn’t had occasion to throw much of a party since her birthday the previous winter. While the annual ball for St. Mungos had been fun it was a much more prim sort of fun, full of champagne and fine dresses. Rose wanted to spice things up a bit, less mystery and more playfulness.

Back in her Hogwarts days she’d had a party in the shack every Halloween night from her fourth year on. It had been, in her not at all humble opinion, the social event of the year. Costumes required, some years masks as well, and always full of fun and whatever strange concoctions she could come up with. The Alice In Wonderland theme in her seventh year had been her triumph, filled with glowing giant mushrooms for seating and drinks that did all sorts of strange things to you. It was a bonus of having cousins who spent all summer in a joke shop.

So it shouldn’t have been of any real surprise to her cousins when they received invitations to a costumed Halloween after party with instructions to show up at the Burrow after the ball, with their dates if they wished, and enjoy a night out. Rose had already decorated the back yard, making use of the pavilion that had once been the venue of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It was decorated now in low light, full of candles and spiderwebs and all the spooky trimmings of a Halloween party. Grandma molly had helped with the food and drink, a boon especially since rose wasn’t much good in the kitchen. Now all she had to do was put on the music and wait for the family to show up.

And they’d better be in costume or she’d have their heads.

#apareciumacceptance #rp #rpg #hp rp #rose weasley

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krreader · 5 years

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BTS scenario → them having to convince their kid they’re okay when flying somewhere.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff ; angst

a/n: hope this is what you wanted my love! (masterlist is in my bio)

kim seokjin

“You don't have to wake her, sweetheart,” your husband said as he walked further away from the noise of the dressing room.

“Are you serious? She'll kill me if she finds out you called and I didn't tell her,” you sleepily walked into your daughter's bedroom and carefully woke her up so that she wouldn't get scared, “Love? Your father is on the phone!”

“Daddy?” she turned around with heavy eyes, then grabbed the phone out of your hands and like a pro, she turned on FaceTime, “I want to see you daddy!”

And a moment later, your husband's face popped up on the screen, looking a lot more awake than you and your daughter right now.

“My beautiful girls,” Jin grinned, “I actually just wanted to tell you that I've arrived safely.”

“Thank you so much daddy,” the girl smiled, “Good luck for the concert. Mommy and I love you very much and are very proud of you.”

Yeah, not as proud as he was of his little girl though.

He and you raised her so well..

min yoongi

Yoongi had actually landed a while ago, but hadn't wanted to wake you or his daughter up, not even when the little girl had begged him to.

So now he patiently waited in the hotel room, checking his mails and other things before your name finally appeared on the screen.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Yoongi said with a smile, knowing damn well that it wasn't you but his four year old.

“DADDY! YOU PROMISED YOU'D WAKE ME!”

“I tried to, but mommy didn't answer any of my calls. I think she enjoys the bed for herself a little too much.”

He had to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from laughing out loud when he heard you argue in the background and actually had to mute the phone when he heard you and his daughter bickering over who's at fault.

He really loved his girls.

At least his daughter was happy now that he was okay.

jung hoseok

It wasn't actually Hoseok but Jeongguk who had been sending your son pictures of his father.. constantly. Basically ever since Hoseok left the house.

Every three minutes your phone started ringing with another incoming message.

It had gotten to the point where you just handed it to your son and let him have it. Seeing so many pictures of your husband seemed to help him relax, even if he was still worried sick the moment the messages stopped and the boys had taken off.

“What if something happens to daddy?” he asked with a pout over dinner that night.

“Nothing will happen, sweetheart,” you said absentmindedly, continuing to feed your infant daughter, “Just wait a little longer and I'm sure your uncle will send you a few more photos of your father.”

And guess who returned with the spam only forty minutes later and did not continue to stop until Hoseok finally called his family back home.

Uncle of the year for sure.

kim namjoon

“This kid is killing me,” the first thing Namjoon saw when he disabled flight mode were over 200 messages from his son, all of them telling him that he was already missing him, that Namjoon should call the second he landed and basically anything else that came to his mind.

“I think it's cute,” Taehyung smiled, “He's worried about you.”

“Not sure why he's suddenly so scared of me being on airplanes, though, (Y/N) and me have been trying to figure it out, but..- Sejun? Yeah, it's me buddy!”

Namjoon was sure that the entire airplane heard the scream of happiness his son released when he heard his father's voice.

And even if he felt like he was deaf now, a big smile spread on his face.

park jimin

“Sweetheart? Your father sent you a video,” you knocked on your daughter's door and pushed it open a little, finding her sitting on the floor with her stuffed animals and having a tea party, but getting up the second the word 'father' left your mouth.

“But you said I'd have to wait another two hours, mommy!”

“He hasn't landed yet, but..-” you knelt down next to her and hit play, “I think he just wanted to show you that he's okay so far.”

You watched your daughter giggle happily at how her father behaved in the video, knowing just how to have her be at ease and not be too scared.

Neither of you knew where this sudden fear of airplanes in the combination with her father came from, but it might – hopefully, actually – just be a phase.

But with videos like this your husband always made, it really easy on his little girl.

“Daddy is silly,” she giggled into your shoulder, “Let's watch it again!”

You continued watching the video for the next two hours, with a thirty minute break that she fell asleep in, but then it was back to the video until her father finally called and told her he landed safely.

kim taehyung

They were beyond stressed.

Their flight had been canceled at first, then they had to wait four hours for the next one and then there had been issues at the other airport so they literally only had twenty minutes to get ready in the hotel before having to go to their first TV show appearance.

But because Taehyung knew where his priorities were, or rather, who they were with, he pulled out his phone before leaving the hotel room and filmed himself through the mirror.

“I don't have a lot of time, otherwise I would have called, but I thought a video would be okay too, right buddy? So, your dad has arrived safely and is about to do a lot of boring TV stuff, even though I'd rather be at home with you right now and play video games. So.. don't be too hard on your little brother and mother when you beat them every single time, okay? And give them both a big kiss from me,” and then there was already the first knock. With a heavy sigh he turned his head to the door, then back to look at the camera through the mirror, “Gotta go. I'll call you later, alright? Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

jeon jeongguk

It was like he and his six year old son were the same exact person, seriously.

This.. thing between them had originally started when your son suddenly started getting worried that something might happen to Jeongguk during his flights to different countries, but now it was almost a tradition to send each other stupid videos of each other.

And god, nobody could deny that these two were father and son as you watched the videos later tonight on your phone.

“DID DADDY SEND A NEW VIDEO YET?” your son sprinted into your bedroom, already in his pajamas.

“I thought I told you to sleep?”

“But he said he'd send me another video,” the little boy pouted, “He promised me that I'd get one before I go to bed.”

Well, guess who had to wait three more hours until Jeongguk finally sent that stupid video of him doing silly faces with Taehyung?

Three hours for that and a messed up sleep schedule for your son.

It was finally your time to send a video: “Listen to me, Jeon Jeongguk, when you get back here and your son goes to bed at 4 in the morning because you messed up his sleep schedule by promising him yet another video, you take responsibility and stay up all night, while I take our daughter and sleep as peacefully as I can with a toddler, okay?” and with a sweet, yet sarcastic smile, you ended the video.

Jeongguk couldn't help but laugh when he saw the video later on.

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staytiny-angel · 5 years

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Safe Haven 4/?

Rating: E

Pairings: Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch, Eventually Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley/Renee Young, Sasha Banks/Bayley/Charlotte Flair, Mandy Rose/Trent Seven, Jordan Devlin/Millie McKenzie, Ruby Riott/Liv Morgan

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of violence

Chapter Summary: Drew and Becky get to know their new mate better while meeting members of his unorthodox family, Plans are made to rescue Roman from Heyman's evil clutches.

Taglist:

@hitory--chan @sethsevolution @finnsauroraborealis @the-beastslayers-queen @pikapuff316 @writinglionqueen @writtingrose

"SETHIE!" Seth hadn't even made it back to town before being tackled by a overly hyperactive blonde girl.

"I missed you too Liv" Seth groaned, slightly out of breath.

"You're lucky I'm here and not Rubes, she's very mad at ya"

Seth grimaced at the thought of seeing his older sister.

"Hey! Redhead!" Liv yelled at Becky. "Is this too basic" she gestured at her hair.

"Um-"

"You're right, too boring" Liv pulled out a compact mirror and smiled at it, Becky and Drew staring in shock as her hair turned bubblegum pink.

"How?" Drew asked Seth.

"Liv's a chaos fairy. Hyper 24/7, pranks everybody. C'mon brat" Liv squealed and hopped onto his back..

"Hey Livvie, Mom conjured my clothes..would you mind?" Seth asked his sister's girlfriend

Drew and Becky watched curiously as the unremarkable clothes Seth's mother had put on him morphed into dark-grey skinny jeans and a blood-red t-shirt.

"Hair too?" the fairy asked

"Yes please."

Seth shook his head and a quarter of it immediately went blond "There ya go Sethie! You look like you again, only bigger!" Liv giggles, patting the wolf on the head.

"Thanks Livvy" Seth grinned. "You're still small though"

"I'm still bigger than Millie!" Liv managed to kick Seth in the hip. "Good luck apologizing to everyone. Trent's mad because you made Tyler cry!"

"Tyler always cries!"

"Okay true, but you also made Mandy upset!"

"How long have you been away from home?" Becky asks

"I haven't lived in Haven in 8 years. I lost contact with everyone 18 months ago." Seth explained

"Dude the only reason we didn't completely lose it was because we still felt you through the pack bond" Liv tells him "We knew you weren't dead but...it was hard, anyway so why are you with the newbies?" Liv asked as they made their way to the main house.

"They're my mates." Seth said simply.

"Oooooh, Sethie's got two mates!" Liv said excitedly. Becky looking at her with caution. "I need to see Sarah, you are making me coffee later!" Liv hugged him and skipped off, Becky and Drew watching her.

"I've only heard of chaos fairies, she was...unique" Becky said.

"I need to remind Ceasero she's not allowed any caffeine" Seth said shaking his head

The three mates walked along the path back to the town in silence after Liv left. None of them really knowing what to say.

"So you guys have had this town for a long time?" Becky finally broke the increasingly uncomfortable tension

"My grandparents founded Haven. Grandfather...used to run a circus and all of the acts were different beings. When he retired, everyone just settled here. Haven was these old fairgrounds and some of the woods surrounding it."

"A Circus?" Drew exclaimed

"Grandfather was a warlock, especially skilled in persuasion and he figured it would be a way for him and his friends to not only use their abilities for profit, but to not have to hide as much. Normies will ignore most Supe shit if they think its a trick"

"Absolutely true, they're dense as hell" Becky replied.

"So, you knew Finn?" Seth asked.

"Sort of, his name was Prince back then, always wondered what happened, not surprised that vampires had something to do with it...when they helped save you. I can't believe I just said that" Becky facepalmed, remembering what Mox and Stephanie had said.

Seth smiled and shook his head "I know Haven is an odd case. Weird even amongst the weird. I mean, I'm the Wolf/Warlock hybrid that claims a Lion, a Witch, a Vampire Queen and a Vampire thats the vessel for a literal demon king for parents. Weird is kinda my thing"

"Do you remember that night?" Becky asked. Seth looked down, toying with his amulet before sitting down.

"A little. I remember being in a car with my mommy and daddy" Seth said in a faraway voice "The was a big flash of light and loud noise, and then I was flying through the woods. I had bite marks on the back of my neck. Knowing now what I know about my bio parents, I think my Mom shifted and was carrying me through the woods by the scruff of my neck."

Becky hesitantly reached over and touched the top of Seth's bowed head. Drew looking on silently. It seemed like his spitfire was already growing attached to the younger man, while Drew himself was more hesitant. Seth lived...by Drew's upbringing, an unnatural life. Haven was a lot to get used to and he'd had Becky to himself for so long.

"Do you think it's possible that your mom changed you?" Drew asked. "To protect you?"

"Could be I don't know" Seth pulled his hair. "I don't like thinking about it"

"Hey brat" A girl said, materializing next to the three. She was holding a coffee cup and had red lowlights and was so pale, Drew thought she could be a vampire.

"Hey, Ruby." Seth said quietly, "Guys this is one of my sisters."

"Yo." The girl greeted them easily and handed her brother the Chicago Bears to-go mug "One Double Chocolate Cappuccino, courtesy of Cesaro. Figured you could use it, heard you haven't had coffee in a year or so."

"No espresso?" Seth groaned.

"You know he puts too much in" Ruby said, "Besides I want to be able to sleep tonight. Your howling was obnoxious" she turned to Drew and Becky. "If either of you hurt my little brother, I will rip out your eyes and shove them down your throats"

"Ruby."

"What it's true. We lost you once, brat. Never again" She replied with a smile

"Did anyone mention that Seth is the baby?" Ruby asked

"Millie is younger then me thank you very much" Seth said rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his drink

"Millie hasn't been missing for 18 months, and gone for 7 and a half years before that. So excuse us if we're all a bit concerned about all this" she says waving a hand at Drew and Becky.

"Excuse me, who's Millie?" Becky asked.

"My baby cousin" Seth replied fondly. "She's my Uncle Shawn's kid"

"She's a fire siren, sneezes out fire like crazy" Ruby added, drinking her coffee.

"She doesn't have much in the way of control yet. So she sets shit on fire a lot...luckily her mate is a water sprite. Jordan is really great st putting out flare-ups" Seth explains "Please don't threaten my mates. Honestly, I'm a hot mess. I doubt they even want to be with me anyway"

"Nonsense" Ruby waved her hand. "Mates are mates always. Do you think I would have gotten with Liv by choice?" Seth chuckled and blushed when Becky smiled at him. " Does anyone know about Ro?" He asked.

Ruby's face fell. "Mom is working on a tracking spell, since you don't remember exactly where Heyman's compound is located. Dad is making her rest before she casts it though so that won't be done until tomorrow, the good this is that Heyman can only do his enslaving curse during the full moon...so we have 6 days to find Ro."

"Fuck" Seth pulled at his hair. "None of this would have happened if I hadn't ran away"

"Stop it" Drew said, gently pulling Seth's hands down.

Drew had sat there quietly listening to the exchange between Seth and his sister, trying to learn more about the odd man the fates had bound him and his firecracker to. From what he'd gathered so far Seth was well-loved by his mismatched pack and had been sorely missed while on his journey of self-discovery.

"Don't beat yourself up. You couldn't have known any of this would happen" Drew says softly, still holding Seth's hands in his larger ones. Seth's brother had been right. Seth did look amazingly...like a slightly smaller version of himself, less so now that part of his hair was platinum blonde.

"He's my big brother" Seth whimpered. "He doesn't even know I'm not mad at him anymore, if Paul's spell works on him, he'll be gone for good" Drew unknowingly wiped away a tear that had trailed down Seth's face.

Becky wrapped her arms around Seth's waist "That isn't going to happen, sweetheart. We are going to get your brother back and Heyman will pay for everything he's done to both of you." She says fiercely. To which Seth nodded but said nothing.

"Forgive me for asking but are you his sister from the witch side or vampire side?" Drew asked Ruby.

"Stephanie and Hunter, can't be around Finn and Violet, my blood is toxic and Bálor hates me" Ruby answered

"I only have one sibling from Finn and Violet and that's Jordan. He's the last of Finn's pre vampiric bloodline. His parents died when he was a baby, and an old woman from his clan brought him to Haven shortly after" Seth tells them.

"Is this the same Jordan that's your cousin's mate?" Becky asked. "Yeah, thought my uncle was gonna kill him, then Finn was gonna kill him" Seth shook his head.

"Haven is completely integrated? " Drew asked, he and Becky hadn't realized just how many different species of Supernatural inhabited the small town.

"Unless they can't be around each other for a physiological reason, yep" Ruby answered "One of our cousins is a sun sprite, and she glows with actual sunlight. So she can't be around Finn and Violet."

"No one gets turned away unless you give our father a reason to" Seth said, "The pack is a family"

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peaceisadirtyword · 5 years

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Secrets XII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry! :( This should have been posted before I went to Denmark, but I didn’t have time to finish it and as soon as I was back in Spain I started uni again. I wanted this to be long and dramatic. It’s long but I'm not that sure about the dramatic part😂 I hope you like it anyway💜 thank you so much for all the messages and the lovely comments, likes and reblog on the other parts!😘 Love u! To catch up, you have my masterlist on my bio!

Warnings: Smut (the first half of the chapter is pure smut lol, I felt dirty writing this), the reader feels a bit insecure, Ivar is very nice in this chapter I don’t know why, Hvitserk is the most precious thing in the world. Do not read if you’re under 18.

Words: 4142 I told you it was long.

Inspiration: Griffenholm Confessionals by @akamaiden @laketaj24 @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen

gif belongs to @ivarthebonelessvk

The fucking alarm.

You groaned, closing your eyes tightly. You didn't want to go to class, why did you even took maths? It wasn't like it was your passion, you didn't even like it. But of course you wanted to think you were smarter than you actually were.

You tried to move on the bed, to stop the alarm which was destroying your ears.

But someone stopped you.

"Can you please stop moving?" a deep voice sounded in your ear, startling you. And then you realized that what stopped you from moving were someone's arms, locked around your waist.

And that what was ringing wasn't your alarm, but your phone.

And you weren't at the school, but at the big suite of one of the best hotels in Copenhagen.

"Ivar?" you asked, confused and rubbing your eyes "Is that you?"

You felt him raise his head.

"Of course it's me, who would it be?"

"I don't know, I couldn't remember... Can you please let me go so I can pick up my phone?"

"No" he huffed, tightening his grip around your waist "Just ignore it"

"Ivar, please" you tried to escape, but he was too strong... And you didn't really wanted to get away from him.

He didn't answer, just pressed his chest against your bare back and closed his eyes.

You sighed. He was too stubborn.

Your phone stopped ringing for a few seconds, but then it started again.

Ivar growled, and you smirked.

"If you let me take it, it will stop"

He sighed, but let you go, opening his stunning blue eyes to see you moving on the enormous bed to take your phone, frowning when you saw the caller on the screen.

"Hello?" you picked up "Dad?"

"Y/N where the fuck are you?" he sounded angry, and you flinched at his hard tone. Ivar pressed his lips together and looked at you frowning.

"I'm in... Copenhagen" you answered, confused.

"Why there's photos of you with Ivar Lothbrok, Y/N?"

"Photos?" you looked at Ivar, who was eyeing you "Oh, yeah, the photos they took of us last night... We attended a Christmas dinner Ivar's dad organized..."

"Ivar's dad?" your father was panting "Why the fuck did you attend an event organized by Ragnar Lothbrok and with his son?"

"Because I'm spending the holidays on his house"

"What?! I didn't give you permission for that"

"Well, I didn't need you permission" you started to get annoyed by his tone "I asked you and mom if I could go with you to spend the holidays, but you told me no, so Ivar invited me to his house so I wouldn't have to spend Christmas alone"

"I prefer you alone than with that bunch of criminals"

"What? Okay, first of all, since when do you care about my life? You've been ignoring me for years, and now you're pretending to care about me? What has gotten into you?"

"I won't sit down and wait until my daughter becomes Ivar Lothbrok's whore"

You widened your eyes, gasping.

"You know what? I'm going to ignore that and act like this conversation didn't happen. I'm alive, and I'm having the best holidays ever, so fuck off"

You locked your phone, finishing the call and throwing your phone on the bed, sighing.

"Who was that?" Ivar looked at your phone, frowning.

"My father" you shook your head "I didn't realize the photos would be published... Of course, you're famous here"

"I'm not famous" he rolled his eyes "Is your father friends with my uncle Rollo?"

"Yeah, they have business together..."

"I don't really know my uncle, he left for France when I was a kid and my father and him don't get along"

"He's nice, I've only seen him twice but he gave me tickets for the theater so I like him"

"What did your father tell you?"

"He's angry because I'm spending the holidays with you, he says he doesn't want me to become your whore, literally"

Ivar raised an eyebrow.

"And I thought my father was a bad one..." He scoffed "It's good he wasn't here last night to see you screaming my name underneath me while I..."

"Ivar!" You laughed, hitting his bare arm "Shut up!"

The night had started slow, nice and passionate. Ivar had guided you to the big suite that he had reserved for the night. There was champagne and a giant speaker playing your favorite songs. After pressuring him a bit, Ivar admitted it was Ubbe who had the idea.

He had touched you slowly, caressing your skin and making love to you, in a bed which was bigger than your whole room in the school, surrounded by soft sheets and comfortable cushions. Ivar had cursed and you moaned softly.

But that had been only the beginning.

You were about to jump on Ivar's lap to give him a good morning kiss when his phone started ringing. He rolled his eyes when he saw the caller, but answered anyway.

"What, Hvitserk?" He sighed while he eyed you carefully. You didn't have any clothes on and the sheet was thin enough for him to see your bare skin.

"Ivar, are you still at the hotel?"

"Yes, I'm with Y/N, and we have the suite for two nights, so no business today, brother"

"I know, I just wanted to tell you" Hvitserk sounded annoyed "One of Ecbert's guys killed five of ours last night, dad is going to talk to him tomorrow"

"Fuck" Ivar rubbed his eyes "Where?"

"In a bar, in Vesterbro"

"And dad is going tomorrow?"

"Yes, he's meeting with Ecbert at his house tomorrow"

"Don't you think it's a bit stupid to go to his house?"

"Hey, we tried to tell him to choose another place, but he won't listen... Anyway he asked one of us to go with him"

"And?"

"Björn and I don't want anything to do with this, and Sigurd and Ubbe are with mom at home, so..."

"That only leaves me" Ivar raised his eyebrow, laughing sarcastically "Okay, I'll go, none of you deserves our father"

"And Ivar, be careful with Y/N, okay? The photos have been published and probably Aelle already knows her name and her fucking blood type, so please take care of her"

"Don't worry, Hvitserk, she's safe with me"

"She better be"

His brother hung up the phone, and Ivar shrugged, not really understanding why he was so annoyed at him.

"What happened?" You frowned, a bit worried.

"Nothing, just Lothbrok drama" he rolled his eyes "And my brother being weird... Now, where were we?"

After the slow lovemaking you had shifted positions, and this time you enjoyed his moans and his expressions, even making him look at you in the eyes as he came inside you. You didn't know watching him writhe in pleasure was that... Exciting.

You had ridden him, his hands traveling all over your body and yours on his chest, he bit his lip sometimes, and only opened his mouth to praise you and to moan loudly. His moans built your own orgasm, and you squeezed him harder than before, making him almost scream in pleasure when he came.

His bright, full of lust eyes were on you, staring hungrily at your body as it moved against his.

His hands ripped the sheets from your body, and he growled as he kissed your chest and neck, you felt dizzy and put your hands over his shoulders to steady yourself.

Just when he was about to touch you, someone knocked at the door, saying something in danish. Ivar sighed annoyed, but answered something as he took the sheets to cover your naked body.

"Breakfast" he explained, as the door opened and a man entered with a tray, smiling and bowing his head.

Ivar nodded, and the man left the tray on the desk. You noticed that he was shaking a bit.

"Tak" you smiled at him, trying to ease his nerves. Ivar was intimidating, you understood him.

The man smiled at you and nodded again before leaving the room.

"How much breakfast did you order?" You widened your eyes looking at the enormous display of food.

"Actually I did not order anything, I was served already" he muttered, trying to tear the sheets off your body again "It was mor, last night, she was worried we wouldn't have anything to eat"

"Aw, that's so sweet of her" you smiled softly, ignoring his attempts of getting you naked again.

"Yeah, lovely, now let me eat my breakfast" he whined, making you laugh.

"Ivar, for fuck's sake, are you insatiable?"

"When it comes to you, yes I am" he finally managed to rip the sheets out of you, forcing you on your back and getting between your legs.

"I've never done this before" you admitted, biting your lip as you kneeled next to him on the bed. You were completely naked, and with your hand on his hard cock. He was panting and had trouble focusing to understand what you were saying, you were secretly proud of yourself for having that effect on him.

"You don't have to... If you don't want... Fuck" he moaned as your hand squeezed his cock.

"I want to" you assured, a bit nervous "But tell me if I do anything wrong"

"Okay"

You leaned in, kissing softly the head of his cock. Ivar hissed and his hand tangled into your hair immediately. You opened your mouth and took him in, caressing his shaft with your tongue. He made a strange sound, and you looked at him warily, worried.

"Fuck, don't look at me like that" he panted, cursing in danish "Are you sure this is the first time you're doing this?"

You nodded, still moving your head up and down, trying your best to take as much of him as you could.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking good..." He praised you, caressing your hair proudly "Look at you, taking all my cock on that pretty little mouth of yours..."

You blushed, but felt confident enough to move your head faster and to try and take a bit more of him.

"Relax your throat... Yes, just like that" he moaned, feeling your wet and warm mouth all around him.

You had tears in your eyes, but you felt so good...

"I think it's time I reward you for being such a good girl last night" Ivar bit your neck, smirking when you gasped and your hips moved against his.

In seconds, his lips were over your clit. His breath hit you where you most needed it and you moaned.

"Ivar" you moaned.

He hummed and finally his lips touched your clit, he licked, sucked and even bit it until you were begging him, you needed him inside you. You had never craved someone that much.

"Ivar" you repeated, your nails digging on his shoulders "Please, please, I can't... I need..."

"Okay, okay" he chuckled "I got you, love"

His lips traveled up your body, until they met yours again.

He thrusted into you without warning, making you almost scream in pleasure and surprise.

"God, Ivar" you clenched your fist around the sheets, moving against him

He smirked.

"Say that again"

"Do you think you can take one more?" He muttered into your ear. You were exhausted, sensitive and sleepy.

"I don't know, Ivar..."

You had been fucking for hours, you lost the count of how many orgasms you already had. You couldn't even turn your head to look at him.

"I'll do all the work" he promised, his fingers caressing your naked waist "I promise, then we can sleep"

You just nodded, letting him pull you closer to him, your back touching his bare chest. His hand traveled to your thigh and he put your leg up his waist.

He entered you at once, both of you moaning at the feeling. He sighed into your ear as he started moving, slow and deep... Just how you needed it.

"You take me so well" he muttered "It's the first time I can't get enough of someone... Fuck, Y/N"

You opened your eyes tensing up at that.

"Not even with Freydis?"

He stopped moving, sighing into your neck.

"No, not even with her" he admitted "That scares me, to be honest... I already wanted to die when she left me... I probably would kill myself if you leave me"

"That's the alcohol talking" you smiled, shaking your head.

"No, it's not" he squeezed your waist "I promise, Y/N, I was in love with Freydis, but she wasn't in love with me... You give me more than I give you"

"Shut up" you took his hand, pressing your body even more against his as he started moving inside you again "I love you"

"I love you too" he muttered, his voice deep and husky "Fuck, I'm not drinking any more, I sound like Ubbe"

You had had enough sex for like three months.

Though even then, after fucking for one day and two nights in a row, you still felt that familiar wetness between your legs as Ivar got dressed.

"You stay here" he repeated, taking his crutches and getting up from bed "I'll be back tonight, if I'm not, Hvitserk will come and get you... I can't take you with me, Ecbert is probably watching me and it would be dangerous" he added when you opened your mouth to protest.

"But I'll be bored" you pouted.

"You have Netflix" he winked at you.

"Ivar" you whined "Come on"

"Sorry, love, it's dangerous" he repeated "I'll be back soon, I promise"

He kissed you softly, and you hummed happily, frowning when he broke the kiss.

"Bye" he winked at you and left, closing the door after him.

You sighed, finding yourself all alone in the enormous room. You were already bored.

You got up from the bed, flinching softly. Obviously, you were sore.

You took a shower, brushed your teeth and put your underwear back on, going back to bed and turning on the tv to put Netflix.

You couldn't focus on the tv, though. You didn't exactly knew what Ivar was doing in that moment, as he refused to tell you, but you could imagine it was something dangerous. And a part of you was worried as hell while the other part told you to calm down. His brothers wouldn't let him be in danger, would they? Especially Ubbe and Hvitserk, who were more protective towards Ivar.

But you didn't really have time to worry too much, as someone knocked at your door.

You frowned, but turned off the tv and took the sheets from the bed, covering yourself with them before walking to the door slowly.

"Hello?" You said, clearing your throat.

"Y/N, I'm Hvitserk" you recognized his voice, and you sighed in relief, opening the door.

"Hi" you smiled to him "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you until tonight or..."

"It's fine, you did well asking" he winked at you, entering the room. He tried hard not to stare at your figure, as the sheet clenched to your body.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, frowning while closing the door.

Hvitserk sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm not sure" he shook his head "Ivar texted me, he said he wasn't sure of Ecbert's intentions and that the negotiations were a bit... Tense, he told me to pick you up and take you to the apartment, we'll wait there"

Your heart sinked, and you bit your lip.

"Y/N" Hvitserk softened his tone, caressing your cheek with his hand "Ivar will be fine, he's survived worse things"

"Oh god" you rolled your eyes "Why wouldn't I get a boyfriend who works on a fucking restaurant?"

"Oh, but that wouldn't be nearly as fun, love" he chuckled "Come on, get dressed"

"I only have the dress and the heels..."

"I forgot to bring you some clothes... It's fine, you can borrow some of Ivar's clothes at the apartment"

"Okay" you sighed. He sat at the couch and unlocked his phone as you took the dress and the heels and got into the bathroom to change.

You flinched when you put the heels back on. God, you hated heels.

"You look really good with that dress on, Y/N" Hvitserk smiled "You should wear it for school"

"I'll do it when I want to get expelled"

He chuckled, getting up and walking to the door.

"You have everything?"

You took your purse and your phone, looking around before nodding and walking behind him.

"I do, come on"

There was another man at the elevator, who looked at you with widened eyes as you entered. Hvitserk cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows.

"See something you like?" his tone was intimidating and he tilted his head. The man muttered some excuses and fixed his eyes on the floor of the elevator. You bit your lip to hold back your laugh.

Hvitserk took you to the apartment by car. You were thankful for that because you weren't sure you'd be able to walk all the way to the apartment with those heels.

It was quite big for being an apartment in the center of Copenhagen, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious living room and a large kitchen. Everything was tidy and clean, and Hvitserk told you his mother lived there when they were at the school.

"Ivar hasn't came here since Freydis left" Hvitserk explained "So I was a bit surprised when he told me to get you here, though I think he did it so you'd be safe, Ecbert and Aelle think we sold this apartment when Freydis left, so they would look for you at the hotel and at our house"

"He came here with her a lot?" You asked, distracted by the portraits and the paintings on the wall. You had discovered that Aslaug liked painting, and she had painted portraits of her sons.

"They practically lived here" Hvitserk sighed, taking a beer from the fridge and sitting on the couch "That's why he hasn't come back since then, it has a lot of memories for him"

You smiled softly looking at one picture on the wall that showed the four brothers. Hvitserk, a blonde, chubby child, was hugging a very little Ivar, who was sitting on the floor smiling to the camera. Sigurd was kneeled next to his little brother, and Ubbe, the oldest, had one hand on his shoulder, smiling proudly.

They looked so cute...

"Why did you grow up and ruined this?" You asked, still looking to the picture.

"Trust me" he chuckled "Sometimes I'd like to be that age for the rest of my life"

You smiled softly, shrugging.

"I'm gonna go change my clothes"

"Ivar has some clothes on the main bedroom, you can take whatever you want"

Of course Ivar would demand the main bedroom.

You took some sweatpants and a jumper, both of them were too big for you, but they were far more comfortable than the dress... And they smelled a bit like Ivar.

You went to look at your phone again but this time it didn't answer. Great.

Sighing, you sat on the bed, opening the drawer of the bedside table to look for a charger.

But what you found made you freeze.

There were a lot of photographies, on some of them there were only one blonde girl. Freydis.

On some others, Ivar and her were together. On one they were kissing, then laughing on the next one, and finally... Freydis smiled, looking at the camera, and Ivar smirked softly, looking at her in a way that made your stomach turn.

Will he ever look at me like that?

The answer your inner voice gave you wasn't really what you wanted to hear.

Freydis was beautiful. You bit your lip and sighed, trying not to feel too much intimidated.

Freydis is Freydis, and you are you, there's no point in making comparisons, you're not like her and she's not like you.

Just when you were about to close the drawer and go back to the living room with Hvitserk, you saw it.

It was a small, velvet box. It was completely black and, when you opened it, you could see it contained a silver ring with... Was that a diamond? God.

You widened your eyes as you looked at the beautiful engagement ring, too focused to hear Hvitserk entering the bedroom.

"Ivar was about to ask her to marry him" Hvitserk's voice startled you "Ubbe and I went with him to buy that ring. It's beautiful, expensive... Freydis would have loved it, but she left two days after we bought it and Ivar never had the chance"

"He never told me anything..."

"And he won't, only Ubbe, Sigurd and I knew about that"

"Weren't they a bit young to get married?"

"Of course" Hvitserk chuckled "He was planning to ask her first, and then marry her when they were older... I'm sure you've noticed, Ivar is really possessive and needs the rest of the world to know what belongs to him, so no one will touch it"

"Yeah" you rolled your eyes "But I wasn't really expecting this" you muttered, looking at the ring again.

"Ivar is impulsive, possessive and he was too in love with her, he had this idea and no one could make him change his mind"

You frowned, closing the box again and taking the photos.

"Do you think I will ever be good enough?"

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow, shrugging.

"Why wouldn't you be good enough?"

"I don't know... I'm nothing like Freydis, I'm... Normal" you chuckled "I just cannot help to think she was too special in his life, that I will always be the replacement"

"You're not the replacement" Hvitserk spoke calmly. Out of all the brothers, he was the one who understood your insecurities the most. You felt compared, as he had been feeling his whole life "You're nothing like her, Y/N, trust me"

"You didn't really like Freydis, did you?"

Hvitserk shook his head.

"I saw what she was doing with my brother, she manipulated him... He acted really strange when he was with her. Ubbe tried to ignore it, but I had quite a few fights with Ivar because of that"

"Maybe... She had her reasons?" You bit your lip "Don't get me wrong, I still think what she did was really bad, but maybe she had her reasons to leave... I mean, I've been with a very angry Ivar, he can be really cruel, and he has said things to me that would have me run away from him"

"Yeah, I know what you mean" Hvitserk nodded "And I agree, we will never know why she did what she did unless she tells us, and I don't think she will, honestly... But don't feel like the replacement, Y/N, you're far from being a replacement"

"Thanks, Hvitty" you smiled, hugging him and leaning your head on his shoulder "You know, I think you're my best friend here in Denmark... Elise too, of course"

"Lovely, I love being the best friend" he smiled a bit, and maybe if you had looked at him you'd had seen how he pressed his lips together "Ivar doesn't deserve you, you know, you're too kind, too pretty... Too good"

"Thank you" you laughed "I don't think I'm too good, Hvitserk, but I appreciate your words"

"If you were told every single hour how amazing you are, maybe you wouldn't doubt it" he chuckled "I would tell you every minute, Y/N, I'd tell you you're the most beautiful person alive"

"Hvitserk, I think you're exaggerating..." your smile faded when you lifted your head and saw him, closer than you remembered, with his beautiful green eyes on yours. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned into you and your lips touched briefly, just before his phone started ringing.

Hvitserk quickly got up, getting away from you, and taking his phone to look at the caller.

"I'll be at the kitchen cooking something, you must be hungry" he said in a casual tone, as if he hasn't been about to kiss you just seconds ago "Take your time" he smiled at you before going out of the room, answering the call in danish.

You stood there, with the photo in your hands, breathing heavily. God what had you done? You loved Hvitserk like a brother, you had already forgot about him, so why didn't you moved away when you saw his intentions?

In the photo, Freydis smiled, as if she was mocking you. You felt awful then, and quickly tossed the photo into the drawer, closing it and covering your face with your hands.

God, Y/N, why are you so stupid?

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The Flame is Gone, The Fire Remains Ch 6

Summary: Negan and Chuck have cemented their relationship and are proud parents of a new baby girl. Will they be able to balance their new found parenthood with keeping their community safe from the perils of the world?

Sequel to This Is How I Disappear

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, violence, blood, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlists in my bio

“Is she alright?” Negan asks, his voice full of worry.

“Yes, she’s alright,” Chuck responds, exasperated over the repeated question. “She’ll be fine.” She leans over the crib to gently wipe Maddie’s fat tears away.

“She’s fuckin’ crying.”

“She’s teething , Negan. It hurts.” She takes the now room temperature teething ring away from the little girl. “Go grab a new one out of the freezer.”

Negan practically runs out of the nursery to fetch one to relieve Maddie’s sore gums. When he rushes back in, Maddie is still crying. “Here you go, princess.” He puts the frozen ring to her mouth. “Fuck. I hate hearing her in pain.”

Chuck rubs Negan’s back as he’s bent over the crib. “I know. But there’s not much we can do about this. Everyone goes through it. We just gotta wait it out.”

As the cold helps to numb Maddie’s gums, she starts to settle a little.

“See?” Chuck says. “She’s just fine. You okay with her while I shower?”

“Yeah.”

Once Chuck is done with her shower, she finds Negan sitting on the couch in their room with Maddie laying in his arms. “She’s doing good,” she mentions, since the little girl seems to be quiet. Once Chuck rounds the couch, she can see that Negan has his finger in Maddie’s mouth. “I think the teething ring would be better for her to bite than your finger,” she jokes, though Maddie seems perfectly content.

“I dipped it in whiskey,” he responds.

Chuck’s face falls. “You’re joking.”

“No. It did the trick. She started fuckin’ fussing again, but now she’s out.”

“Negan!” she chides. “You can’t do that.”

“It’s fine, baby girl. Moms have been doing that shit for a hundred years.”

“I don’t want you giving our baby whiskey.” She leans over him and runs her hand over Maddie’s hair.

“She was fuckin’ crying,” he explains like that excuses it.

Chuck shakes her head with a giggle. “She already has you so whipped.”

“She’s my little princess.” He looks down at her and smiles as he gently takes his finger from her mouth.

“Don’t spoil her.”

“I’m gonna spoil the shit outta her,” he responds.

Chuck laughs. “She needs to be humble.”

“She will be. I’m not gonna raise her to be a fuckin’ asshole.”

Chuck just gives him a look. “And how many people have you met that were spoiled as children turned out to be nice, humble adults?”

He looks at her a moment before answering. “Alright, you got a fuckin’ point. Spoiled ass kids turn into asshole adults. So how about I’ll be the one to spoil her and you can be the disciplinarian. That way she’ll be well rounded.”

“Is that how it’s gonna work out?” she asks with a laugh. “So she’ll hate me and love you?”

He just shrugs in response.

A few weeks later, Chuck walks into Negan’s office with Maddie in her arms. “Oh, hey, Simon,” she greets when she sees him sitting on the other side of Negan’s desk. “I didn’t know you were up here.”

As soon as Maddie sees Simon start to stand from his seat, she reaches out for him.

“There’s my girl,” Simon calls out and takes the little girl from Chuck.

Negan lets out a huff, but it’s not entirely serious. “I thought we were fuckin’ working here.”

Simon completely ignores Negan as he starts to wiggle his mustache and make faces the way that Maddie always loves.

Chuck can’t help but laugh along with her daughter. It’s so funny to her that the two most powerful men she knows are reduced to mush by a little girl. “She loves her Uncle Si Si,” she mentions.

Once Maddie stops laughing hysterically, she starts to grab at Simon’s mustache. And he, of course, lets her.

“How are your other kids?” Chuck asks, referring to his niece and nephews that arrived just over a month ago. “I haven’t seen them in a few days.”

“They’re great.” He looks up from Maddie to speak. “I’m so glad that they’re here. They had a helluva time out in the shit, walking halfway across the country just to see if I was still alive. I’m just so fuckin’ happy they’re safe now.”

As Simon is talking with Chuck, Maddie keeps patting his face, wanting his attention back on her. She starts to babble a little, then a clear “Si Si” comes out of her mouth.

Everyone is quiet, wondering if they heard what they think they did.

“No fuckin’ way my kid’s first word is fuckin’ Si Si.” Negan gets up from his desk to stomp over to them. “Say dada,” he prompts Maddie.

She looks at him a moment, then back to Simon. “Si Si.”

Chuck walks closer, too. “Did you say ‘Si Si’?”

Maddie giggles. “Si Si!”

Simon still hasn’t said anything, but when Chuck looks at him, she can see tears in his eyes. She lays her hand on his shoulder. “She does love her Uncle Si Si.”

“This is bullshit,” Negan gripes, not noticing how this had affected Simon. “Dada. Say dada,” he tries again.

Maddie laughs, but just babbles at her father.

Later on that night, Negan is still complaining about it as they get in bed. “My first kid’s first word was for fuckin’ Simon ?!”

Chuck rolls her eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is.”

“Stop being a baby.”

He shoots her a look. “Why aren’t you pissed?”

Of course she had hoped that Maddie’s first word would be mama, but the second she saw the look on Simon’s face and how much it meant to him, she was fine with it.

Simon never had any kids. He never expressly said why, but Chuck knew it was because of the love he had for Lucille. He never had any serious relationships because he could never stop loving her, even though she was with Negan. In a weird way, Chuck feels guilt over that, even though that past had nothing to do with her.

But then there was the way he reacted to the news of her own pregnancy with Negan. It hurt him. Though he got past it, Chuck still feels a pain for him that he’s never been able to get what he wants. Despite the fact that he and Patty have gotten serious and moved in together, they’ll most likely never make a family since Patty is middle aged and probably can’t get pregnant anymore.

The way Simon is with Maddie and his other niece and nephews proves that he would have been a great father. And deep down, Chuck knows that he would have wanted that for himself. Which is sad to her.

Chuck shrugs in response. “It meant a lot to Simon.”

“So?”

“He’s never gonna be a father, Negan. We’re most likely gonna get more chances to get first words. He never will. And with the way he is with Maddie and his sister’s kids, it’s obvious he would’ve loved to be a father.”

Negan lets out a sigh and scrubs his hand over his face. “Shit. Am I an asshole?”

“No. I get why you were disappointed she didn’t say ‘dada’, but Simon is part of our family and I love him. I want to see him happy.”

Negan lets out a groan. “I don’t like hearing you say you love another man.”

She giggles and swats at his chest lightly. “It’s not like that. He’s like the brother I never had.”

“Gross. He wants to fuck you.”

“He does not.”

“You think if I was completely out of the picture he wouldn’t fuckin’ jump at the chance to be with you?”

“Stop,” she answers with a giggle then cuddles up to lay on his chest.

“Simon is the most loyal fuckin’ guy I’ve ever known. Lord knows I haven’t deserved it, but I trust that man with my life. But I know he doesn’t get over shit. He loved Lucille the whole time she was married to me. Never fuckin’ wavered. I bet he loves her just as much now. And I know he loves you the same.”

“That makes me feel bad, Negan.”

He squeezes her into him so he can kiss the top of her head. “It’s not your fault he loves you.”

“I know, but I still feel bad about it. I’m just really happy that he’s found love with Patty.”

“Yeah.” Negan nods, though he seems a little skeptical. “I just want you to know... If anything happens to me-“

Chuck sits up to look at him. “Stop. I don’t want to hear this.”

“No.” He pushes her hair back from her face. “Just know that I’m okay with you being with him. He’d lay down his life for you. He’d treat you right.”

“If something happens to you, I’m not gonna be with anyone else.”

“I want you to be happy...”

“My mom never dated after my dad died. I know men asked her out, but she never took them up on their offers. When I got a little older, I asked her why. She just said that she already met the love of her life. I didn’t really understand it at the time, but I do now.”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I won’t be. I’ll have family and friends. My mother was never lonely or unhappy. She just knew that she’d never love another man like she did my father.”

Negan gently pulls her down to meet her in a kiss. “Since you mentioned growing our family...” He flips her around so he’s on top of her.

She can’t help but squeal at the motion. “Negan, that’s not gonna happen yet,” she gets out between giggles.

“You know, we’re not getting any younger.”

She pushes him up to give him a scathing look. “Calling a woman old isn’t a great thing to do if you’re wanting to get laid.”

He just laughs. “That’s a good point.”

“I don’t wanna try until Maddie is at least a year old,” she says more seriously.

“Alright.” He bends down to kiss her right behind her ear. “Doesn’t mean we can’t practice,” he whispers.

Just a few days later, Maddie adds both “mama” and “dada” to her vocabulary, which she uses generously, much to Negan’s delight.

“Dada,” Maddie calls out from her mother’s arms.

“She doesn’t wanna go, Mama.” Negan bends down to kiss his daughter on the head.

“Come with us,” Chuck suggests.

Negan lets out a huff. “I got shit to do. Unfortunately.” He gives her a smirk. “You could come with me .”

“I want to get back to work, Negan. And the kids are excited to learn music again. And I think Maddie will enjoy herself.”

“Alright, fine.” He gives Chuck a kiss then takes Maddie from her. “I’ll walk you guys down to the fuckin’ classroom.”

The little family and their ever present guards head downstairs. Once they get into the room, the kids all look at them, excited to get a reprieve from there normal studies. Despite what Negan had said earlier about having work to do, he ends up staying to watch Chuck pick up where she left off with the students, which is how to read sheet music. Each of the kids has a little keyboard so they can find the notes and follow along as Chuck plays the piano that has been set up in the room. Some of the older students are a little more advanced, so she goes over chords with them.

As Chuck plays and sings, she sees Negan with a big smile on his face watching on, Maddie bobbing away happily in his arms. It brings a smile to her own face seeing them so happy. Not only that, but the fact that the kids seem to be enjoying the music makes that smile stretch just that much further.

When Halloween comes around, everyone at The Sanctuary seems to be excited. People remember the party from last year and want to make this year’s celebration even bigger. Chuck, of course, gets her costume all ready as well as one for Maddie. When Negan first sees them, he can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“You are so fuckin’ adorable,” he calls out.

Since Chuck was a cat last year, she thought it would be really cute if she dressed up as a mouse this year. She found some gray tights and a gray long sleeved T-shirt and paired that with pink converses, white gloves, and mouse ears that she made herself along with a overalls cut into shorts. (She’s not confident enough with her post baby body to only wear form fitted tights.) For Maddie, she found a bright yellow onesie and drew little circles on it so it looked like holes, making Maddie look like a slice of cheese.

Chuck shrugs a shoulder. “I thought it was cute.”

He walks over to them, placing a kiss on Maddie’s head as she sits in Chuck’s arms then one for Chuck, too. “So fuckin’ cute.”

“Are you dressing up?” Chuck asks.

“Thought I’d be the devil again. Make it like a tradition.”

The party goes off without a hitch, both the children’s one and the adult one after. Chuck loves to see everyone dressed up and having fun. It doesn’t escape her notice that there are a lot of women sporting pregnant bellies under their costumes. Apparently after Maddie’s birth, there was somewhat of a baby boom at The Sanctuary.

Kayla and Harlan must be busy.

Chuck smirks at the thought. Despite how busy the doctor’s office is, they must be happy that they get to bring so many new lives into the world.

The first family ends up leaving the festivities a little early, since they have an almost seven month old in tow. Once they get Maddie out of her little costume, they set her down in her crib. The little girl falls asleep almost instantly, the excitement of the day talking its toll on her.

As Chuck and Negan get into bed, she notices that he’s been unusually quiet. And as they start to get comfortable, Negan is being much more cuddly than usual, almost stiflingly so.

“Negan?”

“Hmm.”

“You alright?”

He squeezes his arms around her a little more from his position behind her. “Yeah.”

“You have me in a death grip, Negan.”

He lets out a heavy breath onto the back of her head. “It’s been a year since Eldritch took you,” he finally whispers into her hair.

Chuck starts to turn around, so Negan loosens his arms to allow her to. “He’s gone, Negan. You don’t have to worry about him.” She runs her fingers over his forehead, hoping to soothe him.

“I know he’s gone, but I can’t fuckin’ get over it. He took you from me. And her .”

Chuck bends down to kiss his lips. “She’s right over there in her room, safe and sound. You can hear her breathing on the monitor.”

“I know.” He wraps his arms around Chuck and pulls her down to lay on his chest. “I know that, but I still think of everything he fuckin’ did to you. All the ways it could’ve ended in me fuckin’ losing you and Maddie.”

“I’m sorry, Negan. I don’t want you to dwell on it, though. What we have now is so beautiful. Just remember that when your thoughts go dark.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll try, baby girl.”

In the coming days, Maddie realizes that she can crawl, which she does. A lot. When she’s in her room, she crawls over to her bookcase and pulls all the books and toys off it. Then she crawls over to her toy chest and pulls those things out. When she’s done, her whole room is trashed, which she finds pretty amusing.

During this time, Chuck has never been more thankful of the extra guards hanging around their apartment. Because Chuck loves the cats so much, she doesn’t want to close them out of the apartment by shutting the door. But since Maddie also loves the cats, she’ll follow them right out while Chuck isn't looking. Thankfully, both Laura and Arat are good at rounding Maddie up when she goes on the move. And Sam and José on the front door to Negan’s office have stopped her more than once from escaping down the hall. Maddie never seems to care too much; she loves the extra attention she gets from everyone.

Because Maddie is so mobile, Negan has to have a special case made for Lucille to keep her well out of Maddie’s reach. Instead of being left on the floor propped up on the wall, Lucille has her own display shelf near the door to the bedroom. When Negan’s in his office, Lucille is usually put up on one of the bookshelves, since Maddie routinely likes to crawl up to her daddy while he’s at his desk.

“Maddie’s coming through,” Arat calls out, like she always does.

As soon as Chuck hears this, she comes out of the apartment. “I don’t know how she’s such a little escape artist,” she says to herself.

“Let her come,�� Negan answers. If he’s too busy for Maddie, he’ll tell whoever’s on the door to take her back inside. But today, Negan is just sitting at his desk talking with Dwight.

Maddie crawls right over to Negan and tries to pull herself up his legs, with Chuck following behind.

“My beautiful princess,” Negan says to her and he helps her up into his lap. “Are you escaping from Mommy?”

“I had her in her little playpen while I was reading. I thought she couldn’t get out, but I guess I was wrong.” Chuck sits down in the chair beside Dwight. “How’s Sherry? I haven’t seen her in a while,” she directs at the man beside her.

“Good,” he answers. “Real busy in the kitchen.”

Negan looks up from making faces at Maddie. “I hear everyone’s fuckin’ happy with the new head chef.”

“With all the trade and how good the harvest was this year, the kitchen’s doing real well,” Dwight comments.

“I’m glad,” Chuck says genuinely.

“She getting on ya to put a baby in her,” Negan asks. “Since everyone else is pregnant, it fuckin’ seems.”

Dwight gets a little bashful. “We’re not- I mean, nothing serious. You know- But we’ve been talking about it.”

“That’s great,” Chuck says with a smile. “I’m so happy that Maddie is going to have some kids her age to run around with.”

“She’s certainly a little social butterfly already,” Negan adds.

“I wonder who she got that from,” Chuck says sarcastically, knowing full well that Maddie is already more like Negan than she is Chuck, despite the physical resemblance to her mother.”

“Think it’d be too much if I decreed that all babies will have the middle name Negan?” the man himself comments.

Chuck just laughs, knowing that Negan is joking. “I don’t think that’s gonna catch on.”

“I like the sound of that.” Negan lifts Maddie up in the air. “You like that, princess?”

The little girl just laughs.

“She agrees,” Negan determines, faking seriousness.

——— Negan’s POV ———

Before the winter sets in, Rick fuckin’ requests that all us leaders in the area should meet at Alexandria to discuss some things. It’s probably a good fuckin’ idea, but I don’t want to leave my family. So I think that shit over. Seriously.

With how often the area between us and Alexandria is patrolled and the fact that no one’s really seen any fuckin’ biters near the road in a long ass time, I decide to take Chuck and Maddie with me. It’s got me anxious as fuck, but I think it’s gonna be good.

I know I’m “Negan” and I’m certainly the fuckin’ leader of The Sanctuary, but I’ve honestly been going over shit with Chuck. It’s fuckin’ nice to have someone like her to rule with me. I mean, I always had Simon and I love that fucker for all the shit he does here, but he’s more than likely to just go along with what I say. That’s fuckin’ amazing most of the time, but there’s been instances where Chuck’s come in with a different perspective and it’s been better for everyone involved.

I’ve been so concerned with keeping my people alive that that’s were I fuckin’ go to when I gotta make a decision. Always. But Chuck’s been the one to make sure people are happy , too. When shit is real bad, like how it was when this place started, happiness ain’t a priority. But now that we got enough food and clean water and we don’t have to worry about getting our dicks bitten off by undead fucks, we need to make sure our people are emotionally good, too. Cuz discontent can break nations just as much as hunger can.

So, yeah, part of the reason I’m bringing my girls with me is just cuz I fuckin’ want them with me. But part of me wants Chuck to be at my side as the leader she is. She might not see herself that way, but I do. She can rally people just as much as I can, but in a completely different way. I did it with fear, intimidation, and rigid rules. You piss me off, you go against the greater good, you’re out.

But Chuck... she’s gotten the people behind her by being her sweet ass self. She’s smart and funny and fuckin’ adorable and people know she has their best interests in mind. She’s set up swap meets outside the point system to help the people that have been struggling. She knitted so many fuckin’ blankets just to make sure people won’t be cold this winter. And what I’m most proud of, she’s been good to those kids she teaches music to by tutoring them in whatever else they want to learn. Shit, one kid brought up World War 2, so Chuck found a book and started talking to him about it after school was actually done. Anything those kids are curious about, science, history, even old movies, she’ll talk to them about it. I know that shit might not seem important now, but it fuckin’ is. It’s how we raise people and not fuckin’ monsters that just survive in this shit.

The weather’s not too fuckin’ bad yet since it’s just the first week on November, but we still all bundle up in case shit goes downhill. Me, Chuck, and my princess are going to be in a wagon drawn by our horses. It’s gonna be less comfortable and take fuckin’ longer than a car would, but it’s all we got now. Cars are kinda fuckin’ useless without gas, and that ethanol shit we’ve been making really doesn’t work in most cars just in its own. It works better in the tractors and tillers, anyway, so that’s where it all goes.

The wagon we’re in is like an old west wagon, but we took some car seats and put them in there so we’re not getting splinters in our asses. Dwight and Fat Joey are up front driving the thing while me, Chuck, Maddie, and Laura are in the back.

“I didn’t expect the road to look so good,” Chuck comments after a while.

“We’re on top of this shit,” I say. “Our guys and Rick’s patrol all this shit. Keep the roads clear if trees fall or whatever. We can’t exactly repave, so if there’s cracks, we fill them up with gravel so we don’t lose a fuckin’ wagon wheel.”

Chuck gives me a smile as Maddie starts to fuss in her arms. “I’m so proud of you doing all this.”

I just chuckle back, but it does make me feel fuckin’ good that she’s on board with everything I do. “Is she hungry?” I ask, changing the subject to our daughter.

“Yeah.”

“Do we need to stop?”

“No. I can do it here. Just hold her a second.” She passes Maddie off to me as she pulls her shirt up.

“Keep your eyes up front,” I call out to Dwight and Fat Joey. I don’t want them getting an eyeful of my wife’s tit. Even if it’s gonna be covered by Maddie’s face.

Laura leans forward from her seat behind us. “You planning on weaning her any time soon?”

“Not really,” Chuck answers as she situates Maddie in her arms to start feeding. “We have her eating some solid things, but breast milk is so good for babies.”

“She’s prepared to breastfeed Maddie until she’s a teenager,” I joke. We’ve talked about this more than once. I think it’s fuckin’ weird to have a full on toddler sucking on a tit, but Chuck insists it’s perfectly fine.

“That’s not true,” Chuck calls out with a laugh. “Just maybe until she’s like... five or so.”

“Five?!” I say in shock. “She’s got a bunch of fuckin’ teeth by then.”

“Yeah,” Laura pipes up. “Your poor nipples.”

Chuck just laughs. “Breast milk is better for brain development!” she calls out, pleading her case.

Once we get to Alexandria, we’re greeted by Rick and his gang. Aaron, of course, comes rushing out to see Chuck and Maddie.

“She’s getting so big!” he cries out and takes Maddie into his arms.

Maggie and Glenn walk up to us with him carrying their baby Herschel. Aaron brings Maddie close so she can see someone her own fuckin’ age for once. Both babies look confused, but then start babbling and patting each other with their little fuckin’ hands.

“He’s adorable,” Chuck comments to Maggie.

“She’s beautiful,” Maggie responds of my little princess.

Maggie walks over to Chuck and hugs her. “I can never thank you enough for what you did for me. You saved my son’s life by giving us your milk.”

“Any mother would do that,” Chuck says to her. “Without any formula now... We just have to take care of each other.”

I let out a laugh. “We were literally just talking about this shit on the way here. My lovely wife wants to keep our kid on the teat until she turns five.”

Chuck just gives me a look. “It’s not that weird! Historically speaking,” she makes the excuse.

“Well I can’t wait until I can play around with your tits without them leaking all over he place.”

“Oh my god, Negan.” Chuck’s face is bright red. Whoops.

“What?” I try to downplay it. “I’m pretty sure they know we fuck. We’ve got a kid.” I look around at everyone that heard what I said. Some of them are stifling laughs and some are looking a little offended. What-the-fuck-ever. They should be used to me by now.

When I see Carl trying desperately to hide his face, I decide to fuck with him a little. “He knows what I’m talking about.”

Everyone looks at him and it’s fuckin’ hilarious how he squirms.

“Negan,” I hear Michonne’s low mom voice scold me.

“He’s, what, sixteen?” I start. “Tits make up like 80% of his thoughts now.”

Rick just shakes his head, but I can still see a little smile on his face. “Stop teasing my son, please,” he finally says.

“Alright.” I back down from that. “So what’s this fuckin’ meeting we’re having, anyway.”

“We’re still waiting for Ezekiel,” Rick tells me. “So you guys can relax until they get here.”

Me and Chuck follow Aaron, still carrying Maddie, to his house. We’re staying with him tonight and he seems fuckin’ excited about it.

“I borrowed a little crib for her,” he tells us. “It’s set up in the spare room for you guys. I also have a play pen and some toys to keep her occupied, since you said she likes to crawl around so much.”

“Thanks Uncle Aaron,” Chuck says to him.

We all bum around for about twenty minutes until the lion king and his crew finally make their appearance. Me and Chuck with Maddie (and Laura) go to a newly constructed meeting room behind their church along with Rick’s A team and Ezekiel and a few of his guys. We set up the play pen for Maddie and Hershel and Judith, too, across the room with Laura and Olivia the Alexandrian watching over them.

“So,” I slap my hand down on the long table we’re all sitting around, “what are we fuckin’ discussing here?”

Rick lets out a breath before he fuckin’ starts. “Here at Alexandria, we’ve decided to run this place as a council. Me, Michonne, Gabriel, Maggie, and Aaron currently sit on this council. Every decision about the community comes to a vote and we’ve found that has been working well for us.”

Michonne jumps in. “I’ve been reading a lot about constitutional law and I thought, with how our community has grown and thrived, that we should draw up a constitution for ourselves. But then I thought, our community isn’t alone. We’re tied with your communities,” she gestures to me and Ezekiel. “Through trade, intermarriage, people coming and going, and through fighting a common enemy. So we thought,” she looks to the members of her council then back to us, “we should draw up a charter. Cement this relationship and everything it means to us in writing.”

As I think it over, Ezekiel jumps right in. “That is a wonderful idea,” he says with that huge ass smile on his face. “The Kingdom is ready and willing to participate in this endeavor.”

Everyone then looks to me expectantly. Maybe a little nervously. I just shrug. “Doesn’t sound like the dumbest of fuckin’ things. So I guess I’m in, too.”

The Alexandrians all look like they have something to say but they don’t wanna fuckin’ say it. Me and Zeke are clearly out of the loop, which kinda pisses me off.

“Yes?” I prod so they’ll spit it the fuck out.

They all look to Aaron who clears his throat before he starts to fuckin’ talk. “I’ve been spending some time at Hilltop,” he starts, which I already fuckin’ know since Jesus told me he’s training him to fight. Which I think is just a gay euphemism, but whatever. “I asked Jesus to come here today for the discussion, but he declined because he didn’t want to make waves...” he makes sure to look at me, “with you.”

“Alright. So?” I respond.

“He’s the leader of Hilltop,” Michonne answers.

“He’s the governor of Hilltop,” I correct her. “ I’m the leader. Hilltop is under my control.”

Gabriel decides to jump in. “We think it’s time for Hilltop to gain its independence,” he says in that creepy ass tone of his.

“Oh, do you ?” I bite back. “What the fuck is this?” I call out as I look around. “Did Hilltop put you up to this?”

Aaron holds his hands up. “No. They didn’t.”

“Then why the fuck are you putting your nose into my business?”

Michonne answers. “We would like them to be involved in this charter. They should have just as many rights as we do.”

I let out a huff. “All I’m fuckin’ hearing is that you want to fuckin’ cut my population and resources. I’m not a fucking idiot, Rick. I know I got more people than you or The Kingdom. More crops, too. But that might not be the fuckin’ case if I cut Hilltop off. So let me ask you this, asshole. Are you planning on starting shit with me? Going to war, is that it?”

“No,” Rick responds firmly. “Absolutely not, Negan. That is not what we want.”

“Well then what the fuck is this? A humanitarian issue? The Hillfolk aren’t fuckin’ starving. I’m not taking all their shit to their detriment like fuckin’ England did with Ireland two hundred goddamn years ago. I’m fuckin’ good to Hilltop. My men keep them safe there and it’s pissing me right the fuck off that you’re insinuating that they’d be better off without me!”

I feel Chuck’s hand grasp my knee from under the table, distracting me for a second. Which I’m sure was her intention, though I’m fuckin’ glad she decided to do it discretely and not in front of all these people.

As I’m taking a breath, she clears her throat. “I think the idea to have our own constitutions is a very good one,” she starts, and I can tell she’s nervous. “And this charter is something we can work on, but I think it makes more sense to get those constitutions in writing before we take that next step. Before we start to discuss the details of how our communities interact with each other, we should lock down what our citizens rights are first. For The Sanctuary, that will include the rights of Hilltop’s people. Any possible changes to our relationship with them will be discussed by us and them .”

Everyone mulls over what she said. Even me. I’m a little fuckin’ surprised that she not only managed to de escalate the situation, but she told everyone here that Hilltop is our business. And our business is our business.

Rick clears his throat to move on. “Yes. We should shoot to have our separate constitutions finalized by the spring. Then, we can reconvene to discuss any treaties.”

“Until then,” Ezekiel jumps in, “we should continue our trade as we have been. Weather permitting, of course, as winter is almost upon us. And if, god forbid, one of our communities finds itself in need of assistance, we should all pledge to come to her aid in whatever way necessary.”

We all agree and with that, this fuckin’ meeting adjourns. Though I’m sure it didn’t end the way Rick and the fuckin’ rest of his goddamn gang had hoped. Now me and Chuck are off to Aaron’s house to stay the night and I’m not fuckin’ sure I can keep my mouth shut.

Which, of course, I can’t. As soon as we put Maddie to bed, I lay into Aaron as we sit in his living room.

“What the fuck, Aaron?” I manage to keep my voice down so I don’t wake my princess upstairs, but my tone is still fuckin’ angry.

“I’m sorry,” he has the sense to say.

Chuck looks over to her uncle. “Why didn’t you tell us before that this is what you guys were planning? We talk like everyday.”

“We wanted to do this officially ,” Aaron explains. “The council didn’t want me using this family connection-“

“You’re on the fuckin’ council!” I call out.

Chuck lays her hand on my shoulder to calm me down. “Maybe he’s right.”

I whip my head to glare at her. “You’re taking his fuckin’ side?!”

“No. I’m not. I don’t think they should be getting between us and our affairs with our people, but maybe we shouldn’t be discussing it outside of...” she thinks a moment, “office hours. So tensions don’t rise.”

Aaron lets out a heavy breath. “I don’t want this to get between us,” he says to me. “You’re my family. And I love you for the way you treat Chuck and Maddie. We...” he pauses, “ Alexandria ,” he corrects, “isn’t going to demand you do anything. We just, I don’t know, wanted to suggest it. Keep that option open for Hilltop.”

I shake my head at that. “You had to’ve known that shit would piss me off.”

“I did. That’s why I thought if it came from me, it might be better.”

“And what about Jesus? And tell the fuckin’ truth, Aaron.” I ask, wondering if I’m gonna have to bash his manbun head in for starting a fuckin’ coup.

“He didn’t start this. Honestly. You can blame me if you need to blame someone. I’ve been heading out to Hilltop a lot and I told Rick and everyone how great the place is run. I really don’t know who put the idea in everyone’s head, but we all just thought that maybe if the Hilltop was independent, it could make us all stronger in the end.”

I sit back into the couch, letting out a fuckin’ huff in response. When I look over to Chuck, I can see that she’s tired. “You wanna go to bed?” I ask her. I’m fuckin’ done with this conversation anyway.

“Yeah,” she answers.

I get up from the couch with a groan and hold my hand out to her. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get some sleep.”

When Chuck stands up, so does Aaron.

“I really am sorry, Negan,” he says from behind me. “I don’t think we handled that right. But we really just want what is best for everyone, all the communities.”

I turn back at him and nod. “Well...” I look down then look back up to him, “since you decided to spring shit on me, as punishment, I’m gonna have loud sex with Chuck in your guest room.”

Aaron scrunches up his face. “Come on, man.”

Chuck slaps my shoulder, then looks over to her uncle with her cheeks all red. “That’s-That’s not gonna happen.”

I just laugh as I continue up the stairs. I’m still fuckin’ pissed, but I guess it’s not worth throwing away my relationship with Chuck’s uncle. Or with the other communities. I just fuckin’ hope they don’t press the issue because I’m not sure what will happen if they do.

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The Peacekeepers Chapter 2

Chapter 2: First encounter (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Nintendo, SVTFOE, Steven Universe, Kirby or anything else!) I was with Wendy doing some shopping for the spring break party. “I think that’s everything we need,” I said, “At least what I need.” I placed the items in the card. “So where’s the party gonna be at?” asked Wendy. “Its gonna be at Luna’s mansion,” I said, “Her dad is richer than I thought.” “Colleen gonna be there?” she asked. “Hopefully,” I said, “I know she’s a busy soldier but even she has time to relax.” I got a phone call. It was Luna. “Hello?” I asked. “Nicholas, something’s going on,” said Luna. “Yeah, you’ve reached the voice decoy of Nicholas Shay, leave a message,” I said. “I don’t think you understand Nick,” said Luna, “Its urgent.” “Well leave it urgent,” I said. She appeared through a door. “Luna, what a surprise,” said Wendy. Later we were at Gadd Science Incorporated. “What’s this about?” I asked. “I have something to deliver to Nicholas,” said Luna, “It’s a copy of some files that I found.” She gave them to me. “What’s this?” I asked. I looked through the files. “You remember Captain N, don’t you?” asked Luna. “Guy with a scar on his face and a red and yellow leather number?” I asked. “Yes,” she said, “I’m a double agent for him while working with my dad.” The files had information about other bio-humans. One was a princess from another world, one was a kid that had powers from a gem, and another one had the power to tame a beast. “Whoa,” I said. “Its catchy right?” asked Luna, “Captain N said we should meet him on the Halberd.” I thought for a moment. “What does he want me to do?” I asked. Colleen was doing some training exercises. No matter how hard the challenge she was able to get through them thanks to the cerium that she took. She was able to take down a punching bag with one hard punch. “Whew,” she said. She placed another punching bag up. “I can tell you haven’t had a break yet,” said a voice. She turned around to see Captain N in the room. “You may be a soldier, but even you need time to relax. “While I do agree with you sir, one day we might be facing an army of villains,” said Colleen, “And I wanna be in top condition for when that time comes.” “I think its time you put your training to good use,” he said. “I take it you’re here with a mission,” said Colleen. “That’s correct,” said Captain N. “So, we tryin’ to get bio-humans back into the world?” asked Colleen. “Gathering Bio-humans to save it,” said Captain N. He had a file on the Cosmic Star. “Can you tell me what this is?” asked Captain N. She looked at it. “All I can say is that if anyone knows about Cosmic stuff, its Luna,” said Colleen. “The world has gotten stranger ever since Demise,” said Captain N, “In case anything like that were to happen again, I want to make sure we’re prepared. The Cosmic Star is one of our options, however we have another solution.” He gave her another package. “There’s a lot to explain if you’re interested,” he said, “There’s a lot of surprises waiting.” “I’ve hung with Nicholas ever since I was little,” said Colleen, “I doubt anything will surprise me.” “$25 says you’re wrong,” said Captain N. “You’re on,” she said. Meanwhile, Comet was in a hidden area with his mind controlled soldiers. He had visions of what happened in the dimension he landed in. “The Slipknot grow restless,” said the unknown, “However I have heard of a planet called Earth.” “I shall lead them,” said Comet, “Soon we will have what we’re looking for. The Cosmic Star is just the beginning.” “So be it,” said the unknown. Comet woke up. The other people were working on some kind of machine. “All we need now is Iridium,” said Professor Elvin, “Its found in the rarest of meteors.” “I heard one of the museums in Seattle has them,” said Comet. “I’ll collect it,” said Meta Knight. “Just tell me what you need,” said Comet. “A diversion,” said Meta Knight.

“Ok,” said Colleen, “I am surprised.” She was inside the halberd. It was made after Captain N’s ally, Meta Knight. The inside was all high tech and fancy. Colleen handed Captain N $25. “Wow,” said Pit, “You’re… Captain Falcon!” “That’s correct,” said Colleen, “But you can just call me Colleen.” “I’ve seen all your movies and films,” said Pit, “I hope you don’t mind….” He handed her a photo of her and me as Power Man. Colleen chuckled and signed it. “You’re a funny little boy,” said Colleen. “I’m actually 19 ½ ma’am,” said Pit. “Don’t worry about the ma’am,” said Colleen, “I know I’m a living legend but even I have friends who address me by my name.” An alarm was going off. “We got something,” said a soldier. Meta Knight infiltrated a museum and captured a security guard. He forced him to open up the gate containing the iridium. “Excellent,” said Comet. People saw what happened and ran out of the museum. “Colleen, you’re up,” she said. “Got it,” said Colleen. Pit handed her the shield. “Aren’t you the sweetest,” she said. Comet rounded up all of the civilians at the museum by making multiple copies of himself. “Bow to your new king,” he said. They were scared to death. “I said…. BOW!!!!!” he shouted. They all bowed to him. “This is how a kingdom is born,” said Comet, “Look at you. You were all made to be ruled.” He walked around them. “There are no such thing as heroes, no one to protect you from destruction,” said Comet, “But you will all learn to serve me, your new king. All of you crave subjugation.” One person stood up. “You’re no king,” he said, “I’ll never bow to a monster like you.” Comet walked to him. “Witness how this old man is talking back to me,” he said, “Let him be an example.” He was about to kill him, but Colleen arrived just in time and kicked him away. “Its one thing to play pretend king,” said Colleen, “But you take it to an entirely new level.” “The soldier,” said Comet, “The Mantle which was given from person to person, the hero out of time.” “Its not me who’s out of time,” said Colleen. A jet arrived with Lana on board. “Stand down Comet,” she said. Comet jumped at Colleen and thye engaged in combat. Colleen tried attacking with her shield but Comet knocked it out of her hands. Colleen used the training drills to take advantage of the battle. She then did a spinning kick and Comet dodged. He forced her down. “You will bow before me,” he said. “Not if I can help it!” she said. She kicked him off. An missile was launched at him. It didn’t come from the jet. It came from me. I flew down and had my plasma busters ready to fire at Comet. He surrendered. “Smartest move I’ve seen all day,” I said. “Nick,” said Colleen greeting me with a smile. “Captain,” I said. We were in the jet with Comet in handcuffs. “Has he said anything?” asked Lana. “Not a word since we brought him on board,” I said. “Captain N didn’t say you were coming,” said Colleen. “You and I both know he’s a secretive man,” I said, “But if we’re both involved then I’m sure there’s a reason why.” Something was dashing around us. “What was that?” asked a soldier. Something pulled the top of the ship open and jumped in. It was a blonde haired girl. I got ready to attack but she quickly took me down. She then grabbed Comet and flew away. “Who was that?” asked Colleen, “A friendly?” “I’m not sure, but we have to stop her from killing Comet,” I said putting on my power suit. “That’s Star Butterfly,” said Lana, “She must be after the Cosmic Star!” “Nicholas we need a plan of attack!” said Colleen. “I have a plan,” I said, “Attack!” I flew after them. Colleen grabbed her shield. “These people are beings from another dimension,” said Lana, “You sure you wanna fight them?” “You bet your ass I do,” said Colleen. She jumped down without a parachute. Star dropped Comet near a cliff. “Where is the Cosmic Star,” said Star, “And don’t try any of your games.” “How I’ve missed you too Star,” said Comet. She gave Comet a hug. “I thought you were dead,” said Star. “So you mourned for me?” asked Comet, “Even though I’m not part of your family.” “You may not be a brother, but you’re still related to the king and queen of Mewni,” said Star, “You and I had so many great memories together. Do you not remember?” “All I remember is waking up from falling in the abyss and seeing a face,” said Comet, “He showed me a vision where I would rule a planet, and now look.” He walked around. “I’ve found worlds thanks to the Cosmic Star’s power, and finally found one worth ruling,” said Comet. “Comet, this isn’t you future,” said Star, “Please, come back home. We can fix this.” “There’s no need to fix it,” said Comet, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have planet to make my new throne.” Star stopped him and pointed her wand at him. “Don’t make me do this,” said Star. “Uncle probably sent you to retrieve the Cosmic Star didn’t he?” asked Comet, “Well you’re out of luck, for I have no idea where it is.” “Listen Comet,” said Star, “I….” Before she could finish I pushed her off the edge. “I’m listening,” said Comet. We landed in a forest. “Do not touch me again,” said Star. “Then don’t take my shit,” I said. “Listen boy,” said Star, “This is between me and him, so for your own safety, stay out of this. Comet must stand trial.” “If he gives us the Cosmic Star, then he’s all yours,” I said, “But until then stay out of my way.” She threw her wand at me and summoned it back. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said. Comet was watching us fight. I dashed at her and punched her in the face. “Rainbow Cyclone!” said Star. She shot a tornado made of rainbows at me and I avoided it. I switched to a stone ability and rolled into a ball hoping to run her over. Star used her wand as a bat to push me the opposite way. I shot plasma bullets at her and she did some insane dodges to avoid them. “Try this on for size!” said Star, “Thunder Grenade!” Her wand shot out a grenade made of lightning and it hit me. However it charged up my power. “Power level is at 900%,” said R.O.B. “Alright,” I said as I grinned. I dashed at Star and punched her so hard she landed at another area. We kept duking it out while Comet looked. I charged up a plasma bullet and was about to fire. “HEY!” said someone. It was Colleen. She threw her riot shield at us to get our attention. “That’s enough!” she said. She jumped down. “Now I don’t know what you’re doing here,” said Colleen. “I’m on your side, the side of good,” said Star, “I am here to stop Comet’s scheme.” “Then prove it, and put the wand down,” said Colleen. “Bad call,” I said, “She….” She knocked me out. “You want me to put the wand down?!” sh shouted. She lunged at Colleen about to attack. Colleen thought fast and used her riot shield to protect herself. The blow took out a lot of the trees in the forest. “Are we done here?” asked Colleen.

#peacekeepers #The Peacekeepers #smash bros #captain n #FFEU phase 1 #fan fiction extended universe #captain falcon #megaman #bayonetta #steven universe #star vs the forces of evil #star butterfly #crossover #bowser #meta knight #comet dragonfly

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mrcatlion · 6 years

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vld s5 spoilery thoughts

hey, so, I know that I dont usually post stuff like this on here(or anywhere else), but some of it is future fan comic ideas that I want to test, and I need to vent.

Also, does anyone have any suggestions on when is an ok time to post fanart based on s5? I’m thinking of putting a spoiler warning on top of some works, but I’d still like to know everyones thoughts before I post anything.

but yeah, spoilers under the cut

So, I’m just going to preface this that I still feel an intense emotional reaction to thinking about Sephiroth’s downfall in Final Fantasy VII. Like, I made an AU where Cloud or Zack just give a little bit of emotional support to Sephiroth during his time in the library and because of that, he has a better time dealing with learning about all the bullshit surrounding his linage. And after seeing The Last Jedi and Black Panther, there was this hole in my heart for a good, interesting villain redemption that I was craving.

And its because of this that I dont know if Lotor’s arc in this season was actually good, or if I just really needed him not to be Sephiroth.

THEY LITERALLY HAD A SCENE WITH OUR LONG WHITE HAIRED BOY LOOKING THROUGH AN INFORMATION ARCHIVE THAT HAD LIFE CHANGING INFO ON HIS MOM and they didnt pull a sephiroth

Im still ready for anything to happen to everyone at this point, but I just really like that they could have gone down making him a backstabbing fuckboy. Like when Allura got the Altaen Alchemy magical chosen whatever, Lotor’s response to his own shortcomings was not a tantrum, or even an envious grimace, but instead he was really supportive of her. Like, he was happy for her? and genuine??!?!? And he felt comfortable enough to tell her about some really intense abuse from his racist dictator dad???? AND SHE WAS SUPPORTIVE BACK!?!?!?

I just didnt know I really needed Allura and Lotor being supportive friends. He could backstab her the first episode of season 6 and I’d still be like “at least I got to enjoy it for a few months”

Going backwards tho, It was kind of weird that Haggar/Shiro/Kuro had to sneak Lotor a weapon during the hostage exchange. It was a great fight scene, but I feel like they could have at least given him a communicator to talk to them in case something went wrong? The one solid thing in season 5 is that Galra culture has evolved to include a lot of backstabbing and power play, and its kind of a miracle that they had the real Sam Holt on the ship at all. I was not convinced that Sam was not another hologram until Pidge touched him. That episode had a lot of weird moments(Matt’s hair loop skips in one scene and I died). I also feel like if they gave a little more time at the end to let Zarkon’s death sink in a little bit too. Even just a moment for someone to walk up to him and be like “yeah he’s dead. Kill confirmed” would have helped.

Also I cant stop thinking about how bored Lotor would get in that cell, but the minute he hears Shiro and Allura coming, he’d jump back to his feet like “ive totally just been standing here the whole time”

I also doodled a comic where Allura hugs Lotor and afterwards Lotor attempts to hug everyone else. I dont even care if its in character or not, I’m making it an no one can stop me. I just really need to make it.

I’m really hoping for Lotor to just be able to be a nice leader with Voltron as political and emotional support. The galra get to start working on getting that colonizing out of their system, Lotor gets an actual family. He’s probably going to be usurped next season, but I’m still content imagining that his reaction to the Garrison trio’s antics as a light scolding followed by “invite me next time”

I dont know why, but I find it funny that, the one thing Sam Holt did was suggest hacking the tree virus, and then leaves.

Also, Sam Holt is the best space dad. Coran is best space uncle, but Sam is best Space dad, no contest.

ALSO I CANT GET OVER CORAN’S RANDOM PARASITE GAG WHAT WAS THAT JOKE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT

I realized watching the Galra fighting each other, and going back to the tree planet, and just the succession of power in the Galra while the blades set up to destroy the Galra elite, Voltron scratches that need for interesting alien species and cultures and variety that I always craved watching Ben 10 as a kid. I wish vld existed when I was a 13 year old so I could get into it when I had time and energy.

Pidge and Hunk were good. Pidge was the best achieving her dreams. Hunk could have done more, but at least he had some good lines and might have joined the ‘lowkey concerned for shiro’ club with Lance and Allura.

Speaking of Lance, I’m kind of unsure how I feel about him? I was really into his arc with self doubt and identity as the team sharp shooter and being a great second in command, and the sword thing kinda felt like a weird side step on all that buildup. On one hand he had genuinely good interactions with Allura, but still devolved into unwarranted jealousy at times? w/e. At least he ended on a good note, but I feel like all the stuff that I was getting into with his character isnt there anymore? idk

Actually, rereading this over, I’m hoping that that ending note with Lance and Shiro kinda hinted that Lance is still a really good second in command, and he can be support for both Keith and Shiro as leaders.

Keith was there. Im kind of disappointed that no one talked about Keiths actions at the end of the last season, but oh well. Kolivan had to have known who he was sending Keith to, right? I cant tell if this is going to be some Marmora loyalty test, if Kolivan was knowingly orchestrating that family reunion, or if he just didnt know. I’m also hoping to see if they touch on how the more Keith learns about his bio family, the more he seems to be drifting away from his adoptive brother...

Also tho, I have no idea what Haggar’s actual motives are, but this season had a lot of cool stuff for her? Like, I think they’re implying that Haggar genuinely wants the best for Lotor, but knows that if he takes the thrown, the weight of Galra empire will destroy him. But she also hasnt told Lotor who she really is for some reason, and I’m still scared that that knowledge could also mess with him, because it sounds like Haggar has also done some traumatic stuff to Lotor despite/because the struggle just to get her zombie baby. It seems like she’s trying to look out for him with project kuron? IDK??? I love Haggar so much but I’m also so scared at what she could do to everyone???? I’m still full force ready for Kuron to be confirmed tho.

Actually, I think that by the end, there were some other fancomic ideas that I have in production that are still technically in character? So as long as I can get them done by July, I should be good!(of course one of them was the Halloween fancomic...)

So yeah, all in all, s5 had a lot of things that I really needed emotionally, however I am prepared for dreamworks to rip my heart out and smash it into the ground.

#season 5 spoilers #vld season 5 #season 5 #vld s5 #vld s5 spoilers #voltron legendary defender season 5 #voltron legendary defender season 5 spoilers #voltron legendary defender s5 #voltron legendary defender s5 spoilers #if theres any other blacklisted spoilers taggs #let me know and I'll add it to the tags!#I just really needed to get that out of my system

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