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bluekat12345 · 23 days

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He's my son, not yours! Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

I promised drama would come, and here's where it'll truly start! Enjoy reading! Another shoutout to @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal

Sorry for taking so long with this, things have been busy in real life.

The next day...

Steve Rogers was taking a ride around Griffin Rock that afternoon. He was starting to feel a little cooped up at their base, so he figured he could use some fresh air. After dressing in civilian clothes to try to not draw unwanted attention to himself, he got on his motorcycle and went for a ride.

Eventually his ride took him towards a school building, and from what he could recall, that was most likely where Cody went to school. And remembering the time, he knew Cody was probably done with his classes for the day, and his father, Chief Burns, would be picking him up along with his partner robot.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to say hello to them." He thought. Driving towards the school, he was able to see Cody sitting on a bench outside by himself.

"Afternoon, son." Steve greeted as he approached the boy.

Cody smiled in surprise. "Hey, Captain. What are you doing here?"

"I was riding around Griffin and I'd come say hello to your and your father." Captain America explained. "Speaking of which, where is he? I assumed he and his partner would be here to pick you up. Chase, right?"

Cody nodded. "Yep. They had a quick emergency to take care of. So, I figured I'd wait for them. They shouldn't take long, Mrs. Neederlander needs help with her cat."

"Ah." The Captain responded. Then he sat on the bench beside him. "Well, you shouldn't be here alone. How about I keep you company while we wait for your father?"

"Are you sure?" Cody asked. "I don't want to waste your time."

"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all." Steve assured.

Cody smiled at the older man. "Well, if you really don't mind, then thanks." Then he started going through his backpack. "While we wait, can I show you some stuff from class today?"

Steve nodded with a grin. "Sure. What have you got, son?"

"We had a guest speaker come to our school today. She said she was part of an art museum in the mainland" Cody explained. "She was a bit of snob, but we got to make plates out of clay. And they even glazed them, so they're waterproof and food safe."

"That's impressive." Steve commented.

"And check this out." Cody added as he took a dark-blue plate from his bag. In the center of it, was a silver drawing of a police badge. Specifically, the same badge Chief Burns wears. "I made this one for Dad. You think he'll like it?"

Captain America smiled. "He'll love it.

Cody put the plate back in bag. "I also made a few more. Let me show you."

"Thanks for coming with me to pick up Cody, Dani." Chief Burns said to his daughter as they drove to Cody's school.

"No problem, Dad." Dani assured him.

"Chief, if I may ask, why is Dani here with us?" Chase asked. "While I do enjoy her company, I admit I do not understand why she is here when she usually doesn't accompany us when we pick up Cody."

"Appearances." Chief explained. "I need to go back to the Avengers' base for another meeting, so I need Dani to be in the driver's seat to make it look like she dropped me off and took Cody to home. We can't have the world seeing you drive without a driver yet."

"Ah. That makes sense." Chase commented.

Then they arrived at the school entrance. Charlie and Dani got out of Chase's vehicle form and walked up to the entrance. They didn't see Cody, but they did see a well-dressed woman in front of the school, texting on her phone.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Chief Burns announced as he approaches the woman. "Have you seen a blond boy? He was supposed to be waiting here for someone to pick him up."

"Huh?" The woman looked up from her phone for a moment to glance at Charlie and Dani before going back to her phone. "Oh, yeah. He and his father were sitting on one of the benches."

"His father?" Dani asked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Over there." The woman then pointed. They say Cody sitting on a bench, and with him was Captain America. The man was dressed in casual clothes; he sat next to Cody, nodding as Cody rambled on about whatever they were talking about.

"Is something wrong?" The woman asked. "Are you the boy's grandfather?"

You could practically here a record scratch.

"G-Grandfather?" Charlie stammered, insulted and embarrassed. "I'm, he's, uh, I-"

"He's the boys actual father." Dani explained to save her father from more embarrassment. "That man is a family friend."

"Really?" The woman looked back and forth between Steve and Charlie a few times before shrugging and walking off, still texting on her phone. "Never would've guessed."

"Excuse me?" Dani demanded.

"Let's just go." Chief declared, wanting to keep the situation from getting worse. He gently dragged his daughter away.

"Rude." Dani grumbled. Then she calmed herself before getting Cody and Captain America's attentions. "Hey guys."

"Oh, hey Dani." Cody greeted. "Hey, Dad. How's Mr. Pettypaws?"

"What?" Chief asked. Then he remembered the 'emergency' he had to deal with earlier. "Oh, same old." Then he turned to Steve. "What brings you here, Captain?"

"I was going for a ride around Griffin Rock, then I noticed I was driving by Cody's school." Captain Rogers explained. "I figured I'd come here to say hi to you both, but saw Cody was by himself, so I figured I'd keep him company so he wouldn't be lonely."

"I wasn't that late picking him up." Charlie commented, not liking how that sounded.

Steve frowned. "I wasn't suggesting anything, Sir. Cody told me you were taking care of something."

Charlie frowned, more at himself than at Steve. "I know. I'm sorry, its just...been a long day."

"Are you okay, Dad?" Cody asked, concerned.

"Oh, hey, Cody, how was school?" Dani asked, hoping to change the mood. She figured she knew what had their Dad in a bad mood, and she hoped to distract him from that.

"Yeah, Cody, why don't you show your father what you showed me?" Steve added, probably understanding what Dani was trying to do. At least Dani hoped so.

Cody then held up a plate. It looked liked Captain America's shield. "We had a guest speaker come into class today and we got make plates. I made this one like Captain America's Shield."

"You've got a creative genius here, Chief." Steve complimented. Then he ruffled Cody's hair, getting a small laugh from the boy as he put the plate in his backpack.

Usually, seeing Captain Rogers ruffle his son's hair like that didn't bother Charlie, but now, something about it made his stomach sick. It felt wrong now, like Steve no longer had a right to do that. Like he shouldn't be doing that at all.

"No wonder that woman thought he was Cody's dad." Chief Burns thought, rather bitterly. "Why does he always have to act like that to Cody? I'm his father, not him."

"Oh, and I also made others" Cody went on, unaware of his father's inner turmoil. "I made-"

"We need to go, Cody." Chief quickly declared.

Cody frowned. "What's wrong, Dad?"

Charlie forced a smile. "Nothing, son. We just need to get home. You have homework to do and I'm pretty sure Captain Rogers needs to get back to base soon." He hoped he didn't sound annoyed as he addressed Steve.

Fortunately, the veteran didn't seem to notice. "He's right, I should probably get back before the others wonder why I'm gone for too long." Then he smiled at the Burns. "A pleasure seeing you all again. Hope to see you at the base soon." Then he nodded at Cody. "Maybe we can work on the motorcycle. Tony said he was working on upgrade and he thought he would appreciate it."

"Noble." Cody exclaimed. "I can't wait."

"If we have time, we'll see." Chief interrupted. "Have a safe trip back to your base. Let's go, Cody."

"Bye Captain!" Cody said as he followed his father and sister.

"Welcome back, everyone." Chase greeted as everyone got in their seats. "How did it go?"

"Fine." Chief Burns grumbled.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Cody asked. "You've been acting a bit off."

"I'm fine." Charlie assured, quickly and rather weakly.

Cody looked like he wanted to say more, but Dani shook her head at the boy. Cody didn't speak up. They just sat in a rather tense silence as they drove back to the Firehouse.

I think I might be a bit obsessed with this crossover/AU. Please forgive me. And forgive me if this seemed a bit weak to what you guys wanted, I guarantee it will really pick up in the next part.

#He's my son not yours #TFRB x AEMH #my writing #Transformers #Avengers #Avengers Earth's Mightiest Heroes #Rescue Bots #Transformers Rescue Bots #AEMH #TFRB #crossover #Transformers AU #Rescue Bots AU #TFRB AU

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 16:

You had been back maybe two weeks, sitting on a chair in your cabin when the door was opened.

You looked up confused and he looked back just as confused as he slowly closed the door behind him.

“(Y/N)…?”

Thomas walked over and you slowly stood up and he touched your shoulder.

Then he crushed you in a hug and you yelped in pain and he pulled away panicked as he look at you holding your side.

“It’s not better?”

You shook your head.

“How bad is it?”

You gestured for Thomas to follow you up the stairs and he did, and you closed the shutters and turned on the lamp.

Unbuttoning your shirt, you took it off, and Thomas walked over.

He placed his hand on your hip, looking at the red mark. A deep, jagged, and you turned around showing the back which was the same.

“Why is it like that?”

You turned back around.

“It was infected for a long time, it healed wrong. Chances are it’s still going to hurt.”

He nodded his head and looked up at you.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Two months maybe.”

“So you got my letters…”

You sighed and nodded your head.

“I see…”

“Thomas it’s not like that I swear it. I just.. needed time to think. I can hardly walk on my own two feet as it is.”

Thomas didn’t seem convinced so you kissed him and pulled away.

He looked at you confused.

“Don’t look so confused I’ve kissed you before Thomas barrow.”

He smirked a little.

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes at him and slowly sat down and he looked down at you.

“So what does this mean?” He asked.

“Whatever you want it to be. If you have questions ask them.”

Thomas pulled up a chair and sat down, and he began to asked questions, mainly about demigods and things he wanted to know.

And you answered everything.

“So I’ve kissed a king?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Always wanted to do that.”

“You’re a pig.”

Thomas laughed loudly and looked at you, and you looked at him.

“So, what’s the real story behind that scar?”

“I was walking home one day, I didn’t know I was a demigod at this point. It was the day I found out, I walked home, saw my mother talking to Hades, and suddenly I was thrown back. By a monster, I can’t remember what it was. Hades protected me, and it killed my mother.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little.

“That’s life unfortunately.”

“And the rest.”

You began telling him about them, and he pointed to the one he helped you patch up.

“Griffin.”

“So that thing we pulled out of your side?”

“It was a claw, if it stay it it would’ve killed me.”

He slowly nodded his head.

“You nearly died…”

“I know…”

Thomas touched your face, his hand going through your hair.

“Can I be honest?”

You nodded.

“I want to ruin our friendship.”

“I wasn’t aware we were friends.”

“Alright fine.”

Thomas stood up to go and you quickly stood up, grunting in pain as you pulled your scar.

Thomas quickly turned around and walked over, sitting you back down.

“Bloody hell I was only joking!”

“Well next time don’t just walk off then!”

Thomas rolled his eyes at you and sat at the top of your bed, and you sat next to him, taking his hand in yours, resting your head on his shoulder.

“So what does this mean for us Thomas?”

“Well, I know we can’t get married or do anything in public, and we’d have to be carefully, but perhaps we can pick up where we left off?”

“Sneaking into each others rooms?”

“Well, me sneaking here and you using that shadow whatever to come sneak into mine.”

You laughed a little.

“You can stay here, with me.”

“Would I get my own cabin?”

“Why would you need one your just going to end up here.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your side as you shuffled uncomfortably.

“Don’t you have anything to help with it?”

“I can’t take anymore.”

“What about that boy… Arthur? Is that his name?”

“Yes, and he’s done all he can do.”

Thomas nodded.

“So, why is there so many cabins?”

“All the gods children stay in them, one cabin for for them all. I’ve heard everyone has returned to their normal camps aside from a few.”

“Yes we saw them all off.”

You nodded your head and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Thomas.”

He sighed.

“I.. may have done something foolish…”

“I won’t ask, tell me on your own time, but are you better now?”

“I’m getting better I suppose.”

You sat up, and turned around to face him.

“You know, if you ever wanted to leave service you can come here.”

“Seriously?”

You smiled.

“Of course, we could always do with some help, you’d get paid of course. But well.. as you’re aware now being a demigod is a dangerous life.”

“It’s why you wanted me to forget you, why you kept trying to push things away.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to drag you in it though great job that did.”

Thomas chuckled.

“It’s not all bad I suppose, a little confusing and I don’t quite understand it, but it’s interesting. Will you have to fight again?”

“No. Not anymore, I’m effectively retired. I’m unable to go on quests now, I’m simply here to aid in training now.”

Thomas nodded his head and he leant forward, softly kissing you.

Tangling your hands into the back of his hair, you kissed his back and slowly pulled away.

Thomas brushed his lips against yours.

“I want to be with you…” he whispered.

“Then be with me…”

“I want to hear you say it…”

“I really want to hate you…”

Thomas smirked a little.

“I’m glad I still have that affect…”

“I hate that I love you, you know…”

“Ouch, that hurts, really…” he grinned.

You grinned a little back at him.

“I hate you too…” he whispered.

Thomas kissed you again, and you leant forward to kiss him more and he pulled away, pushing your head away like you did to him.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed a little bit.

“So, if I hate you, and you hate me, is it safe to say it’s a mutual hatred?”

“Absolutely Barrow, absolutely.”

Thomas jumped up, and he held out your shirt to you and you looked at him confused.

“Well we have to celebrate the fact we hate each other.”

Laughing you pulled your shirt on and you buttoned it up, pulling on a waistcoat you followed him outside and he looked around.

“Is there a bar?”

“It’s a camp of teenage demigods.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“Yes there’s bar inside the big house for me, Chiron and Leon.”

You led Thomas up there and you greeted the other demigods as you walked past and up into the bar.

Thomas sat down and you walked around it, pouring you both a drink.

You handed him his, and you picked up your own, and you touched glasses.

“To hating one another.”

You both took a drink happily.

Thomas smirked at you, and you leant back grinning lazily at him.

“Can we really be us here?”

“If you want to be yes.” Chiron said.

Thomas turned around and he turned back to you.

“I’m not used to that.”

“You’ll get there.”

He shrugged a little and sipped his drink.

“So, do I call you my lord? Sir? Sire?”

“You call me by my name.”

“Well, that’s not the appropriate way to greet a king.”

“I’m king of ghosts Thomas, and unless you’re now a ghost it doesn’t matter.”

“You look like one.”

“Okay if we’re all going to pick on the injured demigod I’m going back to the underworld.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Absolutely not.”

Thomas snickered and you leant forward, resting your arms on the bar and he looked at you, reaching behind to grab the bottle and he set it on the bar.

He pulled out his cigarettes and gave you one and took one for himself, lighting his, he lit yours.

“You’re not going to runaway on my again are you?”

“Oh give it up Barrow, you’ve got me what more do you want?”

“Just wondering.”

Your flicked his forehead and stood up, admiring him and he smirked brightly at you.

God you hated the fact you loved this man, but you sure did love the fact you hated him.

“Thomas?”

He looked at you.

“There’s nothing wrong with us, we don’t need to change who we are for anyone.”

“I know.”

He smiled at you and you leant forward kissing his head.

Maybe one day you could open about who you loved, but for now this would be both of your safe place, where you could come to who you really were, and show each other you loved one another without worrying about punishment

#Downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #downton abbey x you #Downton abbey imagine #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

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raging-violets · 9 months

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Meet Cute // KendallxRiley // Big Time Rush

A/N: So I realized that I’ve written Riley in two different ways the last few years; the angst driven one with her parents dead and the other lighthearted driven one when her parents are alive. But unless you pay attention to the things I write in different fandoms, you wouldn’t really see how they’re the same character but there are fundemental things about her personality that are different with and without the influence of her parents. So, I decided to write two quick scenes to show y’all!

The first version is where her parents are dead, the second is where they’re alive. This is set around Big Time Audition.

Tag List: @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @mystic-scripture @darknightfrombeyond @arrthurpendragon

Version 1

Kendall pushed open the door to the costume closet with light trepidation. Was there going to be more leather all over the place? Or was it going to be an explosion of red, white, and blue with tassels? Either way, he hoped Gustavo got the message that the boys weren’t going to be easily controlled. Then again, Griffin’s assistants—Obdul and Jessica—seemed to be as crazy as Griffin were and thought they were good ideas. (Though he figured, being around Griffin in any capacity of time was enough to drive anyone insane).

“Hello?” He called.

“You’re late!”

The voice came from behind a set of racks that sat in the middle of the floor. Kendall walked over and peered around it, finding a girl teenage girl his age sitting on the floor with a pencil in her mouth an da clipboard on her lap. She looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering behind the long black hair with red streaks that hung straight around her shoulders and back.

“Raleigh?” He asked.

She pulled the pencil from her mouth and said flatly, “It’s Riley. And you’re late.”

“Sorry.” He held out his hand to help her up, brought it back to his side when she stood on her own. “I just…”

“I would be too if I had to wear what you lot did when Griffin was in here,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. Once on her feet, she set her clipboard aside and shook his hand. She tilted her head, turning his hand aside. “You play guitar?”

It took a second for him to recognize the change in subject. “Yeah, how could you tell?”

“Callouses,” she replied plainly. “It’s all over your hands, mate.” She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, shifted her weight as she cocked her hip. Looked him up and down, the hint of a smirk coming to her face. “Plus, I reckon you don’t seem the type to be in a boy band.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“I’m trying to figure that out,” she replied honestly. “Also, you’re pretty brave for wanting to work with Gustavo Rocque. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘completely mental’ but that works, yeah?”

“That…probably does work better. It’s really accurate.” Kendall nodded. “And, how many times do you get the chance to try to make music with some of your best friends?” Her eyebrows rose. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Don’t you have a background in hockey?” Riley folded her arms, studying him. He looked at her curiously. “You have to do your research on anyone you’re going to work with,” she said as explanation. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey’s my life,” Kendall said. “I grew up playing it. I can’t imagine not being on the ice…it’s like home to me.” He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “But there’s always time for it. There’s always an off-season.”

“Sounds like me and surfing,” Riley said after a second with a light nod. “I never planned on being in a band, I just want to be in the water.”

“Right!” Kendall’s anxiety washed away with her words. Finally, someone who understood. “The feeling of the stick in your hands, the reverberation of the slapshot you just took, the rush of getting that slapshot into the top corner of the net as it slides by the goalie? Facing off against the line of defenders while you try to make a breakaway for the last goal of the game. Washing out all blood—and sometimes mucus—stains from your jersey but not washing out the memories.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped after a second of silence. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’m sure that would turn off a lot of people, yeah?” She looked at him suspiciously. “You do have all your teeth, right?”

“Yes, I have all my teeth,” Kendall said with a roll of his eyes. He pursed his lips and made a show of tapping his two front teeth with his fingertips. Then started to smile and play a beat with the tapping from his fingertips. “Hey, maybe Griffin would be happy with something like that?”

Riley sighed, placing a hand on her hip. The other rested on the arm of the couch, supporting her weight. “Something tells me you’re going to be very annoying,” Despite her words, she had a small smile on her face.

Kendall smiled back.

Version 2

Kendall hesitantly stepped into the costume closet. He pressed his hand against the door and pressed it open, expecting to see even more red, white, and blue apparel all over the place. Either that or the massive amounts of leather he and his friends had been forced to squeeze into. His legs still had the rash that even his mom’s best lotions couldn’t cure.

The idea of being dressed in any of those outfits again was enough to have Kendall turn tail and run. But James would never forgive him, especially not after Griffin decided to take a chance on them and sign them after three days of hard work. Logan would’ve ranted at him the statistics of the time, blood, sweat, and tears they would have wasted. And Carlos…he wouldn’t have cared much; everything was an adventure to him.

But he’d never backed away from a challenge and he wanted to prove Gustavo and Griffin wrong. Still, he found himself trembling as he entered the costume closet for the fifth time in the last few days. He found a teenage girl about his age scribbling on a clipboard.

“Raleigh?” he asked, using the name Gustavo had given them.

She lifted her head, brushing her black hair from her blue eyes. A strand of dyed red fell back into her face, and she tucked it behind her ears along with her low pigtails. “Actually, it’s Riley.”

“Oh.” Kendall blinked, suddenly at a loss for words. Partially from embarrassment at having gotten her name wrong—though he should’ve known that Gustavo wouldn’t have gotten anyone’s names right considering he and his friends had almost immediately been reduced to ‘dogs’—and partially because he was stunned from her smile. Was that an accent? “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” she replied with ease.

Kendall felt his cheeks burn as he smiled. “I’m Kendall.”

“I know who you are.” She stuck out her hand with a warm smile. He took it, eyebrows widening when he felt the firmness of her handshake. Then they lowered in confusion when she turned his hand over and ran her fingers from his palm to his fingertips. She lifted her head, blue eyes widening in excitement. “You play the guitar?”

“Yeah.” He brought his hand back, momentarily surprised. “How could you tell?”

“A bloke like you doesn’t seem like they’d be in a boyband, yeah?” She lazily waved her hand, moving back through the costume closet to grab a rack of clothes he assumed were for him. Judging by the flannels and skate shoes he saw sitting on it. “Doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

Kendall watched her as she moved, silently wondering if that was a good or a bad thing. Being in a boyband wasn’t his thing, they were going to be a singing group. There was a difference. Still, he found himself smiling at her comment.

Noticing the silence, Riley chuckled quietly and said, “The callouses on your fingers are a dead giveaway, mate.” She rested her arms on the top of the rack and gently rocked back and forth. “So, what made you agree to work with Gustavo? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘crazy’ but…” she shrugged. “Your word is correct.”

Kendall laughed. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Easily, considering you were slated to become a big hockey star.” She smiled gently when his eyes narrowed. They’d only just met; how could she have possibly known that? “One thing to learn about the industry, everyone is in everyone’s business and it’s only a matter of time until it reaches the public. Whatever you don’t want people to know…I hope you’ve got it under wraps.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “For me it’s only a matter of seconds until something I try to hide gets to my managers. Then again, my mum and dad are my managers.” She paused. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey is my dream,” Kendall admitted. He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “I want to play center for the Wild.” He shrugged. “Or the Maple Leafs.”

“Dreaming big.”

“Yeah. But I couldn’t take this opportunity away from James. He’s my best bud, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. There’s always time for hockey, there’s always an off-season.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped. She pushed herself away from the rack of clothes and smiled demurely. “I think Gustavo and Griffin may regret hiring with you lot. But, you plan on sticking around, yeah?”

“As far as this takes us.”

She folded her arms. “Ace!” Her eyes dipped over him and for a moment, he felt like he was being X-Rayed. Her smirk-smile widened. “I think this’ll be fun.”

Kendall found himself smiling back.

#big time rush #big time rush oc #btr #kendall knight #oc: riley jackson #kiley #otp: kiley #otp: knight light #otp: hockey head and surfer babe #by: riley #drabble

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fakeicecubes · 1 year

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The Pureblood families all had secrets kept hidden. The Avery's son accidentally married his fiancée twin, the Yaxley's had someone killed so they could get into a public office, and the Nott's had been testing different spells on animals. But those had gotten out one was or another. The blacks secret hadn't gotten until their wayward son let it out of the bag.

Walburga and Orion lived in a loveless marriage. And while Walburga wasn't allowed to have an affair, Orion was like all the other male purebloods. At first, it started out as nothing, just some fun. Over time, he grew to love her. Their marriage strengthened when Walburga had a son, the first son of this generation. But he always went back to her, until she stopped coming to him. Orion sent letter after letter to her, none of which got an answer.

Walburga had known about the affair. She noticed something was wrong and comforted him, never asking questions. For those four years, they truly were the perfect pureblood family. Powerful husband, loving wife, and an heir to the family name.

One night while Orion was busy filing papers or something, an owl flew through the window. The letter had a name he hadn't seen in years.

Dear Orion

I realize that this letter is overdue, and for that I am sorry. I have been ill for quite some time. If you come to the address contained at the bottom of the letter, I will explain everything to you.

Please come.

The place was a small cottage in France. She answered the door and what she said was true. Her hair was thinner, and her cheeks gaunter, but she had the same beauty from when they first met. She lead him to the living room and served him tea.

"Orion, I know I should have done this earlier, but-"

"You should have."

"Let me finish, but I realized that you had a family. And those wives are cutthroat." He noticed her french accent had grown even stronger.

"She knew about the affair, you don't have to worry about her."

"That wasn't the only reason," she took a deep breath and looked towards the hallway. "I found out I was with child."

Orion's breath caught in his throat. If she had a child then they would be about four years old, a year younger than Sirius. "That's why you wanted to see me again, to get money for them?"

"No, no," she said, "I told you I was sick in the letter, right?" Orion nodded. "Well...I have not been doing too well. I think I will be passing very soon and I do not want him to be here when I do. He already takes care of me with it gets really bad."

"So you want me to take care of him?"

She took a drag of her cigarette, "Please, that boy means everything to me. I keep on having visions of him waking up one day, asking me to get up and eat, but...I don't. Please, Orion, I don't want that to become reality."

Orion thought about it, "Yes, I will take him in for you. May I meet him?"

She had tears in her eyes, "Regulus, mon chéri, viens ici s'il te plaît."

A small boy peeked his head out. While Sirius looks more like Walburga, Regulus was an equal mix of both of them. He had Orion's black hair and face shape, but he also had his mother's pale green eyes and freckles.

"Come here, darling. I want you to meet someone." His eyes never left Orion as he sat by his mother almost hiding behind her. "This is your father, you will be staying with him for a little while, okay?"

Regulus looked up at her, "Pourquoi dois-je te quitter, maman?"

"Just trust me, love. Go pack some clothes and toys, quickly."

He jumped off and ran to his room.

"You ready kid?" Orion looked down at Regulus. He had a backpack on with little griffins on it. He turned to his mother.

She kneeled down to meet Regulus's eyes. Regulus let out a sob as gave him a bear hug. "Sois gentille chérie. Maman t'aime tellement, tellement. Ne l'oublie pas, d'accord?" They were both crying as Orion took Regulus hand and apparated away.

Two months later she was found dead by a neighbor.

#regulus deserved better #maruders #Orion is still a shit person #don't get it twisted #regulus #regulus black #this has been on my mind for a while #i kinda love this #jegulus #wolfstar #sunseeker #sirius orion black

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠,, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

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‘Hello.’- thoughts

“Hello.”- speaking

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It was 6:47 A.M, and Billy Showalter had just finished putting his socks on. He slid his grey sneakers on and called Bailey out. He didn't think he would ever get used to waking up this early. Bailey and Billy ran out the door and onto the front patio, grabbing a cardboard box filled with flattened newspapers.

Billy lived in an average sized home with red brick walls on the outside with light gray walls inside. He was one of the well off families compared to many others. Billy had invited Bruce, one of his closer friends over to help him tie the newspapers he delivered. Every week Billy would wake up extra early to ride around the local neighborhoods and passing stores and throw some random paper on someone's lawn. Though he would never admit it, it was nice to see the sun rise and work out with his dog Bailey. His favorite part had to be feeling the breeze in his hair, speeding down a hill and feeling that calming spark of danger.

Bruce had just arrived at his house, looking at Billy with his pretty smile that all the girls adored. How he didn't have a girlfriend amazed Billy.

They talked and tied newspapers as the sun began to rise. The boys had finished and Bruce was getting ready to leave as Billy dumped the box of (now) tied newspapers into the basket attached to his bike. "Hey Bruce, we still on for Friday?”

"For sure, dude, I'm gonna get going now. See you at school!”

[small time-skip<3]

‘Finally, almost finished.’ Billy only had two blocks to go through, and he was on his way home. He looked down at his watch to see it was already 10 A.M. ‘Damn it, guess I missed breakfast.’ He began muttering to himself wondering how he was going to do these streets in 15 minutes, he was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't realized he had entered a more social street, almost running over a boy with shaggy brown hair and dark blue eyes.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry I wasn't paying attention and I didn't see yo-” The boy, who had thankfully moved out of the way before getting run over interrupted Billy's nervous ramble. "Um…are you gonna take my hand or not?" Silence. Billy hadn't even realize he fell off his bikes, along with the few newspapers had had left.

"Well, you gonna take my hand or what? I don't have all day." He took the guy's hand and pulled himself up. “Sorry, I was kinda shocked I fell, thanks dude.” “Nah don't worry, I wasn't paying attention either.” Even though the boy had said it was fine, Billy still felt sorry.

“Hey, is there any way I could make it up to you? Maybe get you something from the Grab N Go?” Billy couldn't help it, his manners were like no others. "Fine, but only because I’m hungry anyway." Griffin replied. "Alright! Hop on then." Griffin stared at Billy.

"You mean on the bike... without a helmet?" Griffin hesitantly looked between the road and Billy. "I won't crash, promise.”

“Fine.”

[time-skip to Grab N Go]

“Alright, we're here.”

"Yeah give me a minute, just gotta tie Bailey up real quick, don't want someone stealing 'em. Wait. I forgot the leash.” Billy glanced over to Griffin, silently trying to find a way to not embarrass himself and at the same time tie Bailey to the pole he was standing by.

"I think I have my bike lock on me, here." He handed the bike lock to Billy as he began to secure Bailey. "There, now he's safe." For a split second, there was silence. "Um, Bailey's a girl."

"Oh."

They walk into the store, look around for snacks, and get slushies. Suddenly Billy remembered something. "Wait, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"Griffin Stagg. I live on the street after yours."

"Oh yeah! I see you leaving for school sometime. Maybe we could walk together tomorrow?”

“Sure, got nobody to walk with anyway”

……

"Griffin look, it's a slushie machine."

“I have eyes, dummy.”

After paying for their drinks, they returned outside and sat behind the store with Bailey. "Hey, Griffin." “What's up?” "Why are you so short? Aren't you like 13?"

"Oh shut it, Bigfoot."

[time-skip]

Billy and Griffin spent the rest of their time delivering the remaining newspapers with Bailey running beside them. Billy knew he had missed breakfast, but it was worth it, a new friend he could brag about at school the next day. "Alright, that was the last house. You live near me, right? I'll drop you off." The ride to Griffin's house was filled with zero silence, Billy had ended up talking about what his morning routine consists of, pedaling until he was outside Griffin's house. “Wanna hang out again? That was super fun and I wanna hang with you again dude.”

“Sure! But how will I see you again?" "Here." Billy grabbed an extra newspaper and took out a pen from his letterman jacket pocket. He wrote down his address and some info about him.

'hey, find me at ----- Crosswalk Rd. Come over Friday after school, I'll introduce you to my friends!

See you later, griffin :)’

Griffin grabbed the paper from Billy and thanked him for the slushie and ride, smiling as he walked into his house.

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this is my first official post, as well as a mini introduction to me! I am an up-and-coming writer, currently working on a book. My name is Zee and I currently write for everything!

[wattpad: zee-lovesbyler]

[ao3: cupid.xx]

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#platonic #billy x griffin #tbp #the black phone #ghostboystbp #billy showalter #griffin stagg #bruce yamada #zeetalks #byler #ptv #vicfuentes #oneshot #fluff fluff fluff #platonic relationship

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le-amewzing · 1 year

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Back to Normal

My first ever Grimm fic, let alone Monrosalee… :') Originally done for a forum exchange. *Note: This is set during s3, after they move in together but pre-engagement and marriage.

Fic: "Back to Normal" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: established!Rosalee Calvert/Monroe, Juliette Silverton, with cameos from Nick Burkhardt & Hank Griffin

Rating: light T

Words: ~5,970

Additional info: romance, friendship, light angst, fluff, humor, 3rd person POV

Summary: Rosalee and Monroe, adjusting to this new life together, have a handle on things. And then, of course, there's a mishap in the spice shop.

"What are you mixing up today?"

Rosalee smiled as Monroe walked up behind her. She felt him rest his hand on the small of her back but lightly so, since he knew to be careful while she worked. "It's got a long and complicated name the pronunciation of which I'm not even sure." She paused in her sifting and half turned in Monroe's arms. Rosalee patted his scruffy cheek. "I have to say, though, it's really great having help around the shop."

Monroe chuckled a bit. "You mean free help."

"Well, that's a plus. I can always put you on my payroll—"

"Nah, what's the point?" Monroe took her hand from his cheek and held it while he touched a few of the small jars of ingredients at her workstation. "It all goes to the same household anyway." He paused and simultaneously she winced. "Uh… I mean—"

"Nope." Rosalee held up her hands to quiet him. "Stop. If we talk about it too much, we'll just weird ourselves out."

"Right." He stood like an awkward Eisbiber for a moment. "Um, can I grab anything else for you?"

Rosalee smiled again and pecked his lips. "Yes. In the back is a jar—a vial, really—of cucurbita extract. It's light brown and should be labeled…"

"Got it. Pumpkin seed juice, coming right up." Monroe dashed off.

The apothecary returned to her work to distract herself. She had to be careful with Monroe. They hadn't been living together for long and they were enjoying themselves…but when he said things like that, about the same household… It got her thinking of shared accounts and other commitments much bigger than having the same roof over their heads. Monroe was an amazing guy, a gentleman—but he was also very much the Wesen-next-door type, the boy who grew up thinking of nothing but family. He was the type of guy not only to propose but to be proposed to, and—

Rosalee caught herself, luckily, as pain took her out of her much-too-serious thoughts. She looked down and saw that she'd caught her thumb between the side of the mortar and the pestle. "At least I'm not bleeding," the Fuchsbau muttered under her breath, self-chastising.

She spoke too soon, though, for the next thing she heard was a crash and the sound of the ladder falling in the backroom. "Monroe?" she called.

"I'm okay!" he hollered, but she went to him anyway. Based on the tangle of limbs he was in a heap on the floor, it was easy to see that he'd fallen from the top of the ladder and had taken half a shelf with him. Broken glass littered the floor, and there were various pools of…well, whatever had been in some of the containers had mixed.

"Up you go," Rosalee said, tugging on his arm so he was up and away from his impromptu creations. "Your head okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't hit it," Monroe answered. He dusted off his pants and looked at his shoes. "My shoes are fine, too… One of the upper rungs broke," the Blutbad explained. He gave her one of his it-could've-been-worse-but-it-wasn't shrugs. "Sorry about your stock, though."

Rosalee shook her head. "No, never mind that. I'm sure most of that I can find again…somehow."

Monroe grinned and held up a vial. "At least I got what you wanted."

She laughed at his talent for breaking tension and putting her at ease. "My hero," she exaggerated, and she gave him a kiss…

…or would've if he hadn't turned his head and sneezed. "Ugh, sorry."

"No, it's fine."

"It's just—my nose is a little itchy. I might've breathed in some dust, not just gotten it on me." He sneezed four more times.

Rosalee gave him a look. "Or maybe you got hay fever early. Go home, Monroe. Take a shower and work on your clocks."

"But—"

She gave him a stern look. "I can make it through one work day on my own."

Monroe's shoulders sagged. "All right… See you at home."

"Yep, see you at home."

All in all, Rosalee's day went rather smoothly, aside from the morning's mishap. She completed the order she'd been working on first. Only after did she venture to the backroom to clean up Monroe's mess. It wasn't too bad, but she wore a surgical mask and three pairs of gloves while she cleaned.

"And this…not good," she said, eyeing the broken ladder. It was one thing to hold on to her family's wares—some of the Wesen stuff never expired—but the tools? "The next ladder will be metal and come from the hardware store," Rosalee thought aloud. She made a mental note also to check other tools and supplies sitting around the shop that ought to be replaced with their modern counterparts.

By the time she closed the shop for the day, she noted that the night was still young. It made the Fuchsbau want to get home quicker, because this was the kind of night that stood a chance of turning romantic. If Monroe held true to his character, then he would've showered, rested, and gotten up once he felt better, and probably cooked dinner on top of everything else.

Sure, Rosalee was spoiled by him, but she was getting used to it.

However, something felt off when she got home and found most of the lights turned off. And Monroe wasn't in the kitchen…or absorbed in tinkering with any clock or watch.

"Monroe?" she called out.

The house—or anyone inside—didn't respond.

Truly, it was strange to hear the house be so quiet, so…empty. Well, aside from Monroe's clocks ticking. And, speaking of Monroe…

Rosalee headed upstairs. "Monroe?" she called out again when she paused on the second-floor landing.

"Don't come in…," he groaned from their bedroom. The door was shut and—surprisingly—locked.

Rosalee frowned. "Monroe, what is going on? Are you okay?"

There was the sound of rustling blankets from inside. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather," he replied. His voice sounded funny—maybe a little squeaky? "Sorry, but you'll have to eat alone tonight. I'm not really up for anything."

"Monroe, if you're experiencing the side-effect of anything that crashed back in the shop—"

"It's fine. I'm fine! Don't worry!" He sneezed. "I'll sleep it off."

She sighed. "…all right. I'll take the couch, just to be safe."

There was a long pause. "Thanks, Rosalee."

She smiled. He knew her well enough by now to know when to stop apologizing. "Goodnight, Monroe."

"Goodnight, Rosalee." He coughed, and then the house was quiet once more.

Though she had half a mind to kick the door in and cure him, she didn't. She took a breath to calm herself and went back downstairs. She nibbled on some leftovers from two nights ago, and it wasn't long before she resigned herself to the couch….

There was a giggle.

Rosalee smiled, thinking it was her giggle, in her dream. And yet the more aware, the more awake she grew, she realized she wasn't making that sound. At all.

Her eyes shot open, and she tensed. There was someone standing in front of her…a very short someone.

Rosalee's eyes widened. How had a kid gotten inside the house?!

Whoever he was, he giggled again and flashed her a toothy grin. He was plenty cheerful and seemed harmless, though it was a mystery as to why he was dressed in a wrinkled button-up shirt much too big for him.

"…hi," the Fuchsbau mumbled cautiously.

"HI!" the kid echoed. Yep, he had a set of lungs on him.

Rosalee sat up, pushing her blanket aside and smoothing her clothes. She had to be in charge here and look it. "What's your name? Mine's 'Rosalee.'"

The boy cocked his head to one side. "Silly?"

"No, 'Rosalee.'"

"Silly!"

She sighed. She should let it slide if she wanted this taken care of sooner rather than later. "Okay…but what's your name?"

"Monroe!"

Rosalee smiled. "That's cute." Wow! A kid with Monroe's name—how rare. She had to tell him that once he got up. In the meantime, Rosalee stood and took Little Monroe's hand. They went over to the front door, which was…not open. Odd. "Hey, Monroe, where did you come from? It's dangerous to wander into a stranger's house. I'm sure your parents must be looking for you."

He stared at her for so long, she wasn't sure if he'd understood her. Well, she supposed it made sense. He was a toddler—maybe three or four years old or so? But, honestly, how'd he get in? The front door wasn't just closed but locked as well. No way could he have gotten in by himself without help.

At that thought, Rosalee armed herself with a nearby glass desk clock that was heavy and could probably do some damage to an intruder.

But, as soon as she grabbed the clock, Little Monroe teared up. There was a sob lodged in his throat, too. "Not Clocky…!"

Rosalee glanced between the teary-eyed boy and the clock before she put it back down and quieted him. "Okay! Okay, I won't move Clocky again. But you have to tell me where you came from."

Little Monroe simply pointed up.

The Fuchsbau cursed under her breath and picked up Little Monroe. She balanced him on her hip and tried to move quickly, but her speed changed nothing. When she hit the bedroom, it was silent and empty regardless. Her heart sank, but she tried not to panic. Her eyes darted to the windows, but, like the door, they were closed. "Monroe…how'd you get in here?"

Little Monroe pointed to the bed. Rosalee checked the covers (judging by the vacant spot, her Monroe had been there), but it was useless. How the hell was it possible to hide a decent-sized Blutbad?!

She checked the covers again and found a wet spot. Yet it wasn't blood. It was… "Oh, my God, did you wet the bed?"

Little Monroe squirmed and escaped her arms to land on the bed. He frowned. "Sorry," he mumbled.

For the first time in the past five minutes, Rosalee actually got a good look at him. He had curly dark hair just like her Monroe, and his eyes were like warm black coffee…just like her Monroe. With a sinking feeling, Rosalee internally cursed. "Monroe…as in, this is your home, Monroe?"

He grinned. "Yes, Silly!"

It felt like ages before Juliette answered the phone. When she did, she reacted to Rosalee's tension. "Rosalee, what's wrong?"

Ha! Where to start?! The Fuchsbau didn't know. Her mouth went dry. Of all the crazy things she'd told her and Nick, "Monroe's a kid" might finally top the list. "Come to the spice shop," she managed. "It's Monroe. I need your help."

"I'm on my way."

Rosalee hung up, feeling a bit relieved. Count on Juliette to be like Nick and drop everything to help a friend. Huh. That was a funny thought: Juliette was the Nick to her Monroe. Perhaps when Rosalee stopped freaking out and set things right, she could share it with Juliette and they'd have a laugh.

In the backseat, Monroe watched the scenery pass by with his mouth hanging open. So apparently young Blutbaden were like puppies (though she knew Monroe in his right mind wouldn't appreciate that comparison).

When they arrived at the spice shop, Rosalee helped Monroe get out, and she bit her lip. If she couldn't fix this…would she need to buy a car seat? Hell, if she had to raise him, would she turn into a cougar twenty years down the line?!

Monroe tugged on her hand and looked up at her expectantly. His eyes bored into her.

Yeah, those thoughts and worries could come a lot later.

Inside the shop, Rosalee set Monroe up with the cot in the back and gave him some paper and a ballpoint pen. Not the best idea, but the best she could do on short notice. Plus, once she told him to draw her a picture of "Clocky," he became engrossed in his task.

The Fuchsbau went into the backroom, looking for signs of change. But all the materials and the floor were completely normal. Rosalee bit her bottom lip again, gnawing on it. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't cleaned up yesterday's mess.

As Rosalee racked her brain in the back, the shop's bell rang, and then the door was closed and locked. A moment later, Juliette found her and pulled her into a big hug. "Ugh, I got here as fast as I could," the vet murmured. She held Rosalee at arm's length. "I caught a peek of a kid—what's going on? And where's Monroe? Is the kid his relative? They look…" Juliette trailed off with widening eyes. "No."

Rosalee nodded, relieved her brainy friend could jump to the correct conclusion without needing Rosalee to explain in painful detail. "Oh, yeah."

Juliette squinted. "Really?"

The Fuchsbau gave her friend a summary of what had transpired. By the end of the story, Juliette's brow was thoroughly furrowed. "What is it?"

"Nothing, just… No offense, but I'm glad I don't spend more time here. The things that can happen…" Juliette shivered involuntarily. "I am so done with magic potions."

"Yeah, well, accidents happen," Rosalee remarked as she set a fresh mortar and pestle on her work table. But she had to pause—she had no idea how to fix this. What was the point then of bothering to try?

Juliette read her expression. "Hey. Don't frown like that. I'm sure we'll figure…something out. Do you have any idea what was in the mess Monroe made?"

"I know what was lost, because luckily both shelf and bottle are labeled for everything. But only the bottles said how much of the item was packaged. Plus, I don't know what interacted first. This kind of thing is exactly like cooking, Juliette—you can end up with two completely different results if you switch steps in the recipe."

The two women walked idly around the shop, scanning the shelves and products for anything useful. "So what would you say happened to him?" Juliette asked, mostly to break the silence.

"He's been de-aged."

"What, like…he used a whole jar of anti-aging cream?"

Rosalee snorted. "Exactly like that, but on a larger scale. A lot of those formulas are old Wesen recipes, you know. Why do you think they're so effective? A little goes a long way!"

The shop fell silent again, until Monroe emerged from the back, squirming and raising his hand, patiently waiting for either of them to take notice.

The Fuchsbau glanced at him. "What is it, sweetie?"

"Snack time?" Monroe looked at them hopefully.

"Ah, right…"

"I can pop out for you," Juliette offered. "He's not really dressed to go anywhere in just that big shirt, but we need to keep at least one pair of eyes on him."

"Well, I don't have any clothes for him…" The women locked eyes.

"Bud!" came out in unison.

"I'll grab some snacks and ask Bud or his wife for advice," the vet concluded. "I shouldn't be long." She went over to Monroe and ruffled his hair. "I'll be back, hon. Be good for Rosalee, okay?"

"For Silly!" he chirped.

Juliette gave Rosalee a questioning look, but Rosalee dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Go. We'll be fine."

The vet nodded and headed out. After, Rosalee made sure the shop's sign was still set to "CLOSED."

Back with Monroe, Rosalee locked eyes with him. He stared back at her for a while. Finally, he returned to the back of the store and patted beside him on the cot, begging her to join him. Rosalee sat down and looked at his drawings. "What've you got there?"

Monroe's cheeks pinked, and he held a picture in front of his face. It was definitely "Clocky," but Rosalee was surprised. The picture was fairly detailed; she easily could tell it was the glass desk clock from home.

"That's amazing, Monroe. I didn't know you were such a good artist."

He beamed at her and leaned against her arm, showing her the rest—most of which were clocks, but one was an obvious attempt of her. He gave it to her. "I'm good, Silly," he mumbled.

Rosalee's heart tightened. She put an arm around him and pecked the top of his head. "Yes, you are, Monroe. You are very good…."

"Awww…"

Rosalee's eyes shot open. She was in the shop. …she was in the shop? But… And then it came back to her. The evidence was curled up in the crook of her arm on the cot in the back. Juliette stood over them.

"Sorry," the vet whispered. She gently placed a plastic bag on a nearby table and shed her jacket. "I just got back. You two were napping and looked so cute…"

"What time is it?" Rosalee asked. She gently woke Monroe, who became alert at the smell of something warm.

"Oh, not that late. It's still before noon, but I didn't mean to be gone for an hour. Did you know? Talking to Bud's wife is like talking to him—once you get her going, it's hard to stop her." Juliette pulled out a triangle wrapped in foil and passed it to Rosalee. "Open that for him—it's a slice of apple pie, fresh." At that, Rosalee's stomach grumbled. "I've got one for you, too."

"What did you say to Bud's wife?"

"Just that a friend was looking after a kid and needed some meat-free food and a change of clothes for him. I described him to her, and she gave me a bunch of hand-me-downs for all ages." Juliette gave Rosalee a sympathetic look. "So, if he grows…"

Rosalee, wide-eyed, shook her head. "Uh-uh. We're not going to think about that. I'm going to fix this."

"All right…"

After eating, the two women got back to scouring the shop for clues. They switched off scanning books and stock every once in a while so no one's eyes became too tired to search for the German words for "kid" and "children." A few times Juliette thought she found something in a book, but then Rosalee would read the passage and dismiss it. From looking ten years younger to growing ten inches taller to retaining one's childhood laugh—a variety of topics were covered, but reverting, de-aging wasn't.

At least Monroe wasn't a handful. He went back to drawing after they fed him, and he napped on and off.

"What about work?" Rosalee asked Juliette eventually. Monroe had nodded off again, and Juliette covered him with her jacket.

"I called in sick. It's not a problem. What about opening the shop?"

"No orders are due this week, so it won't hurt. Besides, I think this is definitely a more pressing matter."

"You've got that right."

They returned to their tasks in silence until suppertime arrived. Then Rosalee packed Monroe up and Juliette locked the shop and drove them all back to Monroe's house in Rosalee's car.

"I only have more snack stuff," the Kehrseite said as Rosalee and Monroe headed into the kitchen.

Rosalee pursed her lips. "I should be fine now since we're back home. I've got leftovers of some of Monroe's favorite things." Case in point, all she had to do was open the fridge, and Monroe pointed to all the things he wanted to eat.

Juliette groaned as they fed Monroe again.

"What is it?"

"Nick texted me. He had an early day and is wondering where I am." Her dark eyes met Rosalee's.

The Fuchsbau shrugged. "Just call him and get him over here."

So Juliette dialed.

At the door, Nick wasn't alone. Hank was with him.

"You sounded off when we spoke," Nick said as they stepped in.

"Something up with Monroe?" Hank asked. "He's Mr. Manners, always the first to get the door," he added with a chuckle.

Rosalee thought to give them a summary, but she shut her mouth and just beckoned to them to follow her into the kitchen. She gestured at Monroe with her hands, like "Ta-da!"

The cops blinked. "Uh…" came oh-so intelligently from Nick's mouth.

Hank narrowed his eyes. "Nick, is it just me or…does he look like…?"

"Yes, it's Monroe, and it was a potion accident at the shop which we haven't been able to solve," Juliette hastily summarized.

Hank walked over and knelt in front of their transformed friend. He reached out hesitantly and rested a hand on the kid's head. When he deemed it safe, he rustled Monroe's hair. "…wow." He looked at the rest of them. "He's so…tiny."

"Yeah, yeah, so you're the tallest one in the room once more," Nick groused. He looked at Juliette and Rosalee. "Why didn't you call sooner?"

"I honestly thought I'd come across something in the shop to help," Rosalee explained.

"Do you think Aunt Marie's books might have something on…whatever this is?" the Grimm inquired, gesturing to the odd scene before him.

"Doubtful."

"But it's worth a shot," Juliette stated.

Nick nodded. "Good thing we got off early. Come on, Hank, I could use some help with the reading."

The other detective appeared reluctant to leave. "But he's so small. And quiet. He doesn't chatter like our Monroe usually does…"

As they made their way out, Juliette grabbed her things. "I think I'll go with them—if you're good here?"

The Fuchsbau nodded. "No, yeah, go. It's fine. I'll call you if anything else happens."

"All right. Goodnight, Rosalee."

"'Night, Juliette."

The vet gave her an encouraging smile and caught up with Nick at the door. Before the door closed, Rosalee overheard Nick comment to Juliette about them being good mothers on such short notice, considering how healthy and happy Monroe looked. Rosalee smiled at that.

And she turned that smile on Monroe, who'd finished his dinner and sat good-manneredly with his hands folded in front of his empty plate.

Rosalee couldn't deny Hank's impulse. Looking at him, she had to ruffle his hair, too.

"Bedtime, buddy," she said. She changed him into one of the larger shirts Bud's wife had sent, deeming it a nightshirt. Only once he had promised her that he wouldn't wet the bed (well, one could hope), she let him crawl in beside her, and, like at the shop, he curled up in the crook of her arm. "Goodnight, Monroe," she murmured as she turned off the light.

"…nigh-nigh, Silly. Love you…," he mumbled sleepily.

Rosalee hesitated and kissed the top of his head. Maybe…maybe she could deal with this worst-case scenario.

Hell, no. She couldn't handle this.

Monroe had woken up before her. But he was no longer an adorable, well-behaved four-year-old.

Unfortunately, he wasn't back to normal, either.

No, he was still a kid, and an annoying brat at that. He ran around the bed, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And, once Rosalee managed to sit up in bed with a vein desperate to pop by her temple, he switched to running up and down the stairs, trying to get her up.

"I'm awake, you little—"

Monroe stuck his head in the room and smirked. "Yes?"

The Fuchsbau inhaled deeply and reined in her temper. "Good morning, Monroe."

"Yeah, yeah, Rosie."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "My name's not 'Rosie,' and I hate that nickname. You—" She blinked, realizing what he'd said. "Wait. Monroe, you remember me? You know who I am?"

He scoffed and shook his head. "No."

"You're lying."

The Blutbad blushed. "No, I'm not!"

"Are, too!"

"Ugh, you crazy girl! Keep your cooties to yourself!"

Rosalee raised one eyebrow. "Cooties? Right… How old are you?"

"Nine! Not old like you!"

Okay, that one required a lot of willpower to leave alone. "Get dressed. Breakfast will be on the table in five minutes, and then we're off to the spice shop."

He stuck his tongue out at her. "Nuh-uh! No way!" And with that, he resumed his laps up and down the staircase.

Trying to get the runner into the car was a hassle. Monroe had gotten dressed only because he'd dug out a shirt he liked from the pile Bud's wife had put together (a plaid shirt, which gave Rosalee some hope that, somewhere deep down, the man she loved was still there…with any luck).

But in the car? He kept playing with the locks and handles. Rosalee tried putting on the child locks, but he fought her. Every time she locked one door, he unlocked another.

Going out anywhere today was not an option.

Back at home, Monroe was a menace.

At first, Rosalee thought he might break something. But Monroe quickly upped his game—it was easier lighting her fuse if he only made her believe he might break things around the house than actually do so.

Rosalee simply gave up and sat in the living room, gripping a mug of coffee, which she slowly sipped.

By ignoring him that way, Rosalee managed to get him to stop pestering her. In fact, he tired shortly after with a big, prolonged sigh. He plopped himself down in the armchair across from her and locked eyes with her.

"Don't you want to draw or do something else productive?" the apothecary suggested.

The boy grunted in response. "I don't draw."

Huh. "You don't like clocks?"

"I like clocks. But I'm not supposed to. Like drawing. Dad wants me to do something better with my life."

"Making and repairing clocks is a respectable living."

"… …can I play outside?"

"No."

Monroe grunted again. "This is why girls are no fun."

"Why, 'cause I'm a stick-in-the-mud?" Rosalee retorted, texting Nick to ask if he'd found anything useful.

"No, that's 'cause you're a Fuchsbau." He stuck his nose up at her.

She clenched her phone in hand. Then she counted to three, took a deep breath, counted to four, and slapped on a smile. "Let me clarify something for you, kid. Girls don't have cooties, and there's nothing wrong with Fuchsbau, just as there's nothing wrong with being friends with or loving a different kind of Wesen from yourself."

His eyes grew big, and he gaped at her. "What? Friends with…? Love?! That's gross!"

Somehow, his saying that didn't deter her. No, it only bolstered her confidence. "Just trust me, Monroe. You never know until you try it." Rosalee stood and disappeared to refill her coffee cup. Perhaps nine-year-old Monroe would be the easiest to handle….

He was.

After getting a call from Nick that they'd come up with nothing, Rosalee caught them up on the latest…"growth spurt." Nick offered to give her a break before the night was over, and, by the time Nick and Juliette returned after a meal of fries and vegan burgers, Monroe was utterly tuckered, and therefore a piece of cake to put to bed.

Rosalee rewarded herself with a hot chocolate before she conked out on the couch. Yeah, nine-year-old Monroe was the easiest.

Late the next morning, Rosalee was the first up. For the first time in days, she felt well-rested, and it was such a relief to wake up in a rather quiet house.

"Rather" quiet, of course, because she could hear soft snores coming from upstairs. At least Monroe was still here, whatever age he was.

The Fuchsbau hummed to herself as she made eggs and toast and brewed a light roast. As she poured her coffee, she wondered what today's surprise would be…and then she turned around.

No matter how adult she was, Rosalee still did not want to see a penis in her kitchen first thing in the morning.

She shrieked and looked the other way. "Oh, my God, Monroe! Put some clothes on!"

He chuckled. "Why? This is my house, isn't it? And hello, beautiful," the Blutbad added, walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and craned his neck so he could kiss her deeply. When he pulled away, she got a good look at him.

This Monroe looked very much like her Monroe, minus his charming scruff as well as some lines on his face. She sighed. "So what age are you today?"

Monroe grinned wolfishly. "More than legal, Rosalee."

"Monroe…"

"Nineteen." He tapped the side of his head with his finger. "I'm not going to lie. I feel as though someone fried my brain, and I know about half of what I probably should. But I can recall bits and pieces. Such as you," he continued, snaking his arms around her waist and fingering the waistline of her sleep pants until she pinched him, "I see in flashes."

"Anything else?" she asked. She tried to turn so he wouldn't…poke into her back. She didn't have much luck.

He stroked his clean-shaven chin. "It feels as though I was a brat just yesterday…"

In a way, this was good news. From four to nine to nineteen—she might have the original Monroe back by tomorrow. And since nothing at the shop or trailer had turned up, playing the waiting game did indeed seem to be the best option.

However…

"Do you really have to walk around naked?" the Fuchsbau complained as she attempted to complete household chores with Monroe following her around.

"No, but I like the breeze."

Her shoulders sagged.

"Plus," he added with a smirk, "I don't just walk around naked." When she gave him a curious look, he pointed upstairs.

Great. Laundry was just added to the list of things to do.

Worst of all, no matter what she fed him, his hunger persisted. He was more complacent when hungry, so at least he slipped on a pair of jeans by the time one o'clock rolled around.

Rosalee kept feeding him snacks just so she could get through something simple like putting away the dishes. "Are you feeling okay?" she queried anxiously.

The Blutbad sat at the kitchen table with his legs pulled up to his chest, his bare feet on the seat. He groaned. "I'm fine. Just huuunngryyy…!"

As the hours dragged on and day became night, Rosalee began to panic. In the course of one day and one transformation, she had managed to feed him the entire contents of the fridge. Now he was halfway through the pantry.

"We should go out and hunt," he remarked as the sun set.

Panic seized her. "No!" she snapped.

He flinched and stared at her. "Okay… No hunting tonight."

"No, not ever," she corrected, sitting him down on the couch in the living room. "You don't hunt."

"I don't hunt?!"

"No." She held his face in her hands. "Monroe, you chose a better path. You're more than just a wolf. You're a clock-maker, best friends with a…cop," she continued, unsure what would happen if she used the dreaded G-word, "and the most wonderful man I have ever known."

The house creaked in the ensuing silence. Monroe looked at her tenderly. "So…," he mumbled, "giving up meat gets me you?"

She grinned, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. "Yes. I guess you could say that."

He stroked her forearms faintly with the pads of his fingers and locked eyes with her. He rested his hands on top of hers, on either side of his face. "Then I guess it's no contest." Temptation, thy name is Monroe.

Rosalee pecked his forehead in response and after tried making something for supper out of what little was left in the kitchen. Monroe still followed her around, but he wasn't in the way as he had been during the day. Actually, he did something so familiar: he rested his hand lightly at the small of her back.

They stayed up late, not really talking but just staying in each other's company. At one point, Rosalee answered a text from Juliette, assuring the others she was okay, but not sure if she'd give them the details from today.

Some part of her, truthfully, wanted to keep today for herself.

Her eyes did become heavy, however, which made Monroe chuckle. "Well, that's that day over."

"No, I'm still awake…"

Monroe shook his head and bundled her up in her roomy sweater. He took her hand. "Come on, up. You need your sleep." He sighed.

"What?" she prompted drowsily.

"I don't know… While my mind isn't intact, I've gotta say… I feel a little sad knowing it won't be me you'll greet tomorrow."

"Of course it'll be you, Monroe…"

"Not this version of me." He gave her a sad smile, and then something caught his eye. "Oh. Hold on."

Rosalee watched him reach for a glass desk clock—the same one four-year-old Monroe had loved so much—and straighten it where it sat. Clearly, the old Monroe was coming back.

Monroe returned to her and picked her up in his arms, carrying her upstairs. "All righty. Time for good Fuchsbau to go to bed." He tucked her in and kissed her cheek. "… Goodnight, Rosalee."

He was right. She was more tired than she'd felt. She nodded off with his hand clasped in hers. "…nigh-nigh, Monroe. Love you…"

Then nineteen-year-old Monroe became just another part of her dreams.

He hung his head. "Oh, God…!"

Rosalee crouched in front of her boyfriend, trying to get him to drink some coffee. "Really, it's not that bad."

"I was a kid for three days, and I remember most of it, Rosalee!"

Obviously, the morning had arrived, and Monroe was back to being himself…sort of. Rosalee had awoken to the crumpled form of her lover sitting in front of their bedroom door, making a storm cloud look cheerier. "Monroe, it was an accident. Accidents happen. How do you think I felt, unable to fix it?"

"Yeah, but…" He furrowed his brow. "I was a good kid when I was little. I was annoying when I got older—just ask my parents. But my late teens and early adulthood…" He shuddered. "Rosalee, I was an obnoxious Wesen. I hunted without a care in the world. I had friends who made me think we were indestructible. That's as bad as it gets for Blutbaden."

"Okay, so if things had gotten hairy, I would've called Nick."

He cocked his head to one side and gave her a look. "Yes, thank you very much," he grumbled.

"If you're going to mope, then at least lighten up knowing that I still love you and want to live with you despite having raised you." She beamed at him.

"Not helping…"

Rosalee sat cross-legged in front of him. "What do you want me to say? That kids are far off in our future because of this? Actually, if anything, I look forward to meeting your parents someday." She paused, remembering how unhappy nine-year-old Monroe had looked and sounded spouting things his dad had told him. "…I have a new appreciation for your mother's patience," she finished, deciding not to venture into his father's Blutbaden-only territory.

Monroe pulled a face at the mention of his parents, but at least the tension left his shoulders. He gazed at her and half smiled. "You know, sometimes I think I have bad luck, but I don't really believe that." He pulled her into one of his signature bear hugs.

"So does that mean we can go back to work today?"

"Uh… If it's all right with you, I'd like a little time away from the spice shop," Monroe replied with a shudder. "Besides, it's been a while since I last designed a clock, and I'd like to try my hand at drawing again…"

Rosalee sighed happily. "Sure thing. But, if it's all right with you, stay the same Monroe tomorrow, too, okay?"

He did.

WELL! My first Grimm fic! :D I quite liked it, though how the 19yo!Monroe bit ended was kind of sad… :') This fic took forever, but it was worth it—hope you enjoyed it, Danie! Also, I liked the inclusion of Hank for a moment—wouldn't it be funny if he liked cute things? (Plus the height comment—*LOL*) Other than all that, the only challenging thing about this fic, surprisingly, was typing Monroe's name. I'm not used to it, so I kept typing "Moron" instead… I'm so sorry, my poor wolf! Dx And let's just skip over the teeny plothole regarding 9yo!Monroe eating with Nick and Juliette and not freaking out about Nick's being a Grimm…heh. *oops* ;P

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2023 note: Wow. So, if you're someone who's read some of my other fics, you would know I've edited most of my older works (I have a v small list now of what's left! XD), and this 9yo story now had its turn! *lol 9yo like one of the Monroes in the fic* Anywho! I…miss Grimm, even tho it did take some unexpected turns I didn't quite like towards the end, but I feel like having a rewatch (it's also been a while since I read any of the comics or bks). The mythology of the Wesen and the Grimms still enchants me to this day, much as the charries and romance of Rosalee and Monroe do, which is why I was happy that there was little to fix here. Mostly I caught a few typos and just added a few finishing touches or some spots of clarification. This is the only time I've ever written a de-aging fic and I'm not sure I'd do another, even in another of my fandoms, mainly bc I think the spice shop hits all the right marks for me for this trope. Now as to the glaring plothole of how can they be sure Monroe is done aging now that he's back to his original age…? Eh, I just wanted to leave the ending where it was, since the mood/vibe/flow was good right there, *LOL*, so let's just go with it. X'D I prolly might write for Grimm again (might even have a few old ideas jotted down somewhere), but it wouldn't be soon, since I'd deffo want a rewatch first. But…ahhh! I still love everyone so much! TTwTT Who's with me?!! :'D More importantly, at which age Monroe is your fav??? (I'm biased; I choose all, *LOL*.)

#grimm #nbc grimm #monrosalee #rosalee calvert #monroe (grimm)#fanfic #juliette silverton #nick burkhardt #hank griffin #mew writes too much #have a story from the last decade lol #okay it's only 9yo but still

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veryhappyunbirthdaytoyoutoy-blog · 2 years

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I wanted to write!!

I was bored and decided to start writing some Merlin fanfic over the summer!! This one takes place S1 Ep 5 “Lancelot” just before Lancelot leaves the city. Enjoy!! (or don’t, that’s cool too)

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Arthur found himself standing eerily still in the empty hallway outside of Gaius's chambers, wondering if he had hit his head a little too hard in the battle with the griffin last knight. It had been bright and sunny morning -- and well past when Merlin should have woken him up -- when Arthur decided to go bid Lancelot farewell (and grab his lazy manservant on the way). In his short time knowing Lancelot, Arthur had developed a solid respect for the man, one that had not diminished with the uncovering of Lancelot's deception, and he felt as though he should send Lancelot off with goodwill in hopes that the loyal man would one day return. Yet, perhaps Arthur should have known better than to trust the knight -- now ex-knight -- so quickly.

He actually hadn't meant to eavesdrop on the conversation between his manservant and the ex-knight, fully intending on walking in without so much as a knock, but just as Arthur was reaching for the door, Lancelot posed a question:

“So Merlin, was that fake seal of nobility created with your magic as well?"

Arthur froze, hand still in the air. Certainly he couldn't mean-

"Yes, well, there was no way I was going to let you go home after you had worked so hard to be here, not for some outdated, stupid rule. I thought that if my magic could help you achieve your dream, perhaps everything would be alright. I should have known it’d take more than conjuring a copy of the noble seal. I’m so sorry Lancelot-"

"Merlin," a soft thump. "You did what you believe was right; you wanted to give me a fair chance. And to more cost to yourself than I realized! Merlin, you used magic in Camelot of all places on my behalf, and I am honored that you would go to such lengths for someone like me-"

“Someone honorable? Lancelot, you are noble, more so than many I've met. More so than many nobles.”

There was silence now, and Arthur used it attempt at collecting. He let his hand fall to his side from where it had still been raised towards the door, and thanked any higher power out there that the hallway had remained empty.

He hadn't known Merlin for very long, and to say that they had gotten off on the wrong foot was a gross understatement, yet in the time he had known Merlin, Arthur had found him to be brave and stupid, amongst other things, but a malicious sorcerer?

He couldn’t begin to fathom it. Yet, there was no denying it, was there? Merlin himself had admitted it. Merlin...

The boy in question began to speak again: "I use my gift in Camelot to protect Camelot, thankless a job it may be. And that includes all it's people, commoners and royals alike. Even though some would be better called royal asses."

Lancelot chuckles deeply at that. Arthur, despite himself, lets out a soft snort.

"You helped me saved Camelot. You did something very brave -- something that, to the best of your knowledge, may not have even worked -- and you ended up saving the prince!” He paused and quickly backtracked, “okay, okay. WE saved the prince. Nevertheless, you are brave Lancelot, and you are FAR to good-looking to think so badly of yourself."

As Lancelot laughed heartily, Arthur took a moment to reflect on everything that he'd heard over the past five minutes. Everything he had heard was damning, and there was no doubt in his mind that Merlin had magic. Yet the more he turned the conversation over in his head, the more difficult he found it to believe that Merlin meant him any harm. Merlin had many opportunities to kill Arthur, seeing as he was Arthur's manservant of all things (his father should REALLY interview servants instead of randomly hiring a commoner, honestly...), yet Merlin had put his life on the line for Arthur many more times than any other SANE person would have. Merlin saved Arthur from a sorcerer, warned him about the man with the snake shield, gave him the directions to defeat the creature poisoning Camelot’s water, and had just now helped defeat a griffin that had been terrorizing the city! And, if Arthur was reading Merlin's words correctly, the manservant had been helping Arthur even more behind the scenes.

Arthur didn’t know how to feel about that bit. He certainly didn’t trust Merlin now, but...

As voices approached the door, Arthur walked quickly down the hall, heading back to his chambers. He decided that for the foreseeable future, he would be keeping a close eye on his servant.

Hands clasped behind his back and switching to a more leisurely pace, Arthur allowed himself a small smile. He may not be able to trust his servant implicitly just quite yet, but at the very least, this would be interesting.

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And there you have it!! My first fic here!!! If y ’all like it, I’d appreciate the feedback. I may make this into a series if it tickles my fancy, but I may just stick with one-shots. Who knows what the future may hold? Have fun and goodnight!

#Merlin #my work #fic #might continue this #might not #who knows #can be read as pre-slash #merthur #mercelot #discovery of magic #please tell me what you think #i don't know how to tag

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marmiteprinter · 1 year

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When Catherine and Nerissa (the newly-dubbed Ginsburkes - get it?) returned from their limo tour, they realised it was Kieran's birthday so, even though it was very late and they were still in their wedding dresses, they picked him up and took him over to the birthday cake.

"Blow out the candles, nooboo!" said Nerissa. Her happiness was tinged with melancholy, as she knew that Quentin would want to share custody now that Kieran was old enough not to require full-time care any longer.

Kieran aged up into yet another adorable child. I've been very lucky with the genetics so far, all things considered. I used Pooklet's method to create the original settlers (and Faye and Griffin) and I have the Maxis face templates - I'm genuinely so pleased with how cute all the kids are, while still all looking different from each other.

As Spring came to a close, Nerissa and Catherine sat chatting in bed (something of a night-time tradition of theirs).

"It was a great party, wasn't it?" enthused Nerissa.

"It was," agreed Catherine. "I'm so happy to be your wife at last. I was wondering though - what would you say to having a child of our own? I was asking around in SimCity and they've made great strides in technology in recent years. They can extract DNA from both of us, mix it into one egg and then implant it into one of us! What do you think?"

Nerissa hesitated. "Darling, you know how unhappy I was the last time I was pregnant. I just can't carry and raise another child. I'm sorry; I can't."

"But you don't have to carry it! I will! I'm just so excited to start a life with you Nerissa and I love Liv so much, and of course I love your boys too, but I'd love to have a child that is both of ours. I'll carry it and give birth to it and I'll be the one to take time off from work and everything. I did it all with Liv so I can do it again. What do you say?"

Nerissa considered. "I hadn't really thought that I wouldn't have to be the one to be pregnant. I think I might actually like that! And you promise you'll do most of the heavy lifting? I could go to work and everything?"

Catherine nodded and Nerissa squealed. "Okay! I'd actually love it! Let's do it!"

The women hugged and - plans made - they tucked under, exhausted from their long day and forgoing the traditional 'wedding night'.

And that's the end of the round for the Founder Family, now dubbed the Ginsburkes! Catherine is now 45, Nerissa is 42, Liv is 7 and Kieran is 4. They've unlocked the Law career for everyone and Nerissa will be starting a job as a Legal Biller come the Summer. Let's head back to the Frumes and see how they're getting on...

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 bacc #the sims 2 bacc #bacc #honeywood bacc #sims 2 storytelling #sims 2 stories #founder family #catherine ginsburg #nerissa burke #olivia ginsburg #kieran frume #founder round 5 #round 5

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blakeshaw-oracle · 1 year

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NEW KISS AND TELL UPDATE NEW KISS AND TELL UPDATE THEY ARE GAY YOUR HONOR!

OKAY SORRY IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO ANSWER YOU BUT HERE I AM-- softboar if you see this no you don't

⚠️ FIC SPOILERS START BELOW ⚠️

I don't know where to start--

Between the ghost boys all bickering between each other over bunny names and Finney fighting for his life at the dinner table 😂 I can't tell which part was my favorite. (I'm still dying to know what name ends up getting chosen 👀)

But really, getting to see more of the other boys' personalities through their interactions with each other is really fucking cool! I thoroughly enjoy it whenever they're all present!! (Griffin is slowly becoming a favorite, ngl)

I don't even need to mention the Robin call; ya'll already know lmaoo-- Poor dude. He is going through it, no doubt. I'm choosing to believe that he picked up the phone in a panic to get Finney to stop thinking about Al 😌 (I am delusional)

Then the meatloaf scene... My twitter feed was full of people saying they got blue balled by a fanfic and I just knew. We all share a single brain cell, what can I say? Nevertheless, I am very excited for all future updates of this fic!! (But, of course, I didn't need to tell you that lmao)

- εϊз

#Ask Response #Thanks for the Ask bestie #Fanfic Spoilers #Kiss and Tell My Beloved #Blakeshaw #Alfinn #Magicspace #Proship #Profic #εϊз's love for this fic is going strong #I will spontaneously combust without the name of this bunny istg #Fic Recommendation #If you haven't read it yet you better fix that

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Sandi’s Struggle - Part 1

Sandi’s Struggle

Sandi Griffin was annoyed. She still had Laryngitis. And yet her mother was insistent on her going to school.

Her mother read what she had written. “You may not be able to speak, Sandi, but you can still learn.”

She wrote ‘That’s crazy.’

“I have called Ms. Li. She said that you can still attend school without a voice.”

Sandi arrived at school. Most people she didn’t (usually) speak to, but her friends?

Quinn Morgendorffer was talking about her job at Governor’s Park. “… I mean, how was I to know that she dumped that guy for the other one?”

“Quinn, that’s terrible!” Stacy Rowe said.

It wasn’t often that Sandi agreed with Stacy, but she did in this case.

“I know! The first guy was a lot cuter,” Quinn said. “Hey Sandi!”

“How are you?” Stacy asked.

Sandi tried to say “Hello, Quinn and others,” but no sound came out.

“What did you say, Sandi?” Quinn asked.

Sandi tried again. “I have laryngitis!”

“Whaaat?” Tiffany Blum-Deckler asked.

‘It wouldn’t make much of a difference if she was the one afflicted with this affliction!’ Sandi thought quickly and with a glare. She wrote something on a notepad and handed it to Quinn.

“Can’t talk, Laryngitis,” Quinn repeated. “Sandi! You lost your voice.”

Sandi heard Stacy inhale sharply in shock as she glared back at Quinn.

Quinn noticed Sandi’s glare. “Um, sorry. It’s just a little shocking.”

Sandi gave a small smile. Apology accepted.

“But, I don’t think I’ll be coming to Fashion Club meetings for a while.”

Sandi gave a look of surprise and motioned for the notepad. Quinn gave it back and Sandi wrote: Why, Qui-inn?

“I have found that the job at Governors Park is taking up a lot of my free time in the afternoons,” Quinn answered.

Sandi wrote again. We’ll discuss this later.

“Sure,” Quinn said.

First class was Science, where Ms. Barch had taken the opportunity provided by Sandi’s condition to further her misandrist agenda. She pointed to the blackboard where she had drawn a diagram of the human respiratory system. “Sandi, I’d like you to show me where the Larynx is,” she said.

Sandi glared at the teacher. ‘Quinn would be much better choice,’ she thought. She went up anyway and pointed to a spot above where the passages from the lungs connected.

“Very good, Sandi. That is where the sounds of our voice are usually produced. That is where you have an infection and are inflamed.”

Sandi frowned.

“I’m making a point here,” the teacher said.

Sandi knew what point the teacher was making, and many of the boys in the class groaned.

“I heard that!” Barch said. “I wish it were one of you, instead of Sandi up here. In fact, I wish that all males were mute!”

Sandi tapped the board, where she had pointed out the Larynx earlier.

“What’s that?” Barch asked.

Sandi grabbed the chalk and wrote: How does voice box work?

“I was getting to that,” the teacher said. “You can go to your desk now.”

Sandi breathed a sigh of relief.

“You did well up there, Sandi,” Quinn said.

‘Really?’ Sandi wondered. How would Quinn do if she didn’t have a voice? She realised that she wouldn’t wish it on her. She shrugged.

“I mean it.”

Janet Barch looked at what Sandi had written, then turned back to the class. She grabbed the ruler and used it to point at the larynx on the diagram. “The voice box works by the vocal chords vibrating as air moves over them. However, infection can occur such that they can become swollen and stop vibrating for a time.”

She saw Sandi nod in understanding.

“Now, open your textbook to page 145. Not to page 178, Joey!”

Sandi came out of the classroom annoyed. Ms. Barch didn’t need to call her up in front of the class! That was a very embarrassing experience. She would write a note to Ms. Li. ‘I will do that!’

After her next class, she wrote the note and went to Ms. Li’s office.

“Come in, Ms. Griffin,” Angela said.

Sandi took a seat and placed a note on the desk.

Angela read it. “I see.”

Sandi crossed her arms.

“Ms. Barch is good at what she does, Ms. Griffin!”

Sandi wrote something.

Angela read it. “I’m well aware of her views of males. The grades of various males in her classes are unaffected. You think that Mrs. Morgendorffer wouldn’t have found out by now if it was otherwise?”

Sandi had to agree with that, remembering the time earlier in the spring when she had tried to get her to sue that caricature artist.

She wrote; I see.

“Is that all?” the principal asked.

Sandi nodded.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. As smoothly as it could while one couldn’t speak, anyway.

“Is there a Fashion Club meeting?” Tiffany asked.

Sandi shook her head. She then wrote something.

“Not today?”

Sandi shook her head.

“Oh.”

She wrote something.

“Another day?” Tiffany asked after reading.

Sandi nodded.

#angela li #daria #fanfic #janet barch #linda griffin #quinn morgendorffer #sandi griffin #stacy rowe #tiffany blum-deckler

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angelspitexe · 2 years

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Temporary Secrets and Sharing Scars

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Hunter (Golden Guard) x Reader

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Spoilers for Episode 13 of Season 2 of The Owl House: "Every Sports a Storm"

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TW: Scars, graphic descriptions of wounds, mentions of near death experiences, swearing, childhood trauma, trauma dumping, a lot of talking about injures (like, 1/4 of this is just Y/n talking about their scars to Hunter, both physical and mental), implied child abuse, and child abandonment

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Summary: When Hunter went undercover at Hexside in an attempt to gain Darius' approval he was not expecting to run into one of the two humans causing chaos around the Isles. You can only imagine his surprise at the fact they stayed silent about his identity, even treating him as a friend. Sure, they had been friendly with him in the past, even trying to get him to join the 'Bad Girls Coven', but this was a step above that. But after Y/n shows him their many scars, he begins to think maybe he should try to return the kindness that made his stomach feel funny and cheeks grow warm.

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"Puddles!", Y/n called out, running at the griffin with their arms out. Viney stepped aside, smiling as Y/n took her pet into their embrace. Puddles made a noise of joy as she curled her neck around the human.

"You're helping out Willow today, right?", Viney walked to pat Puddles' fur, looking at Y/n with a raised brow. The taller teen grinned and nodded, going to speak before being cut off by Puddles using her head to shove them back into her fur.

"Puddles! I asked them a question.", Viney lightly scolded the pet, laughing softly when Puddles made a squeak in response.

"Sorry baby, but I gotta find Willow. I'll see you later.", Y/n pulled away from Puddles, rubbing her fur as they cooed at her. They waved goodbye to Viney before walking away.

They got a ways away before seeing a familiar red cardinal palisman. They perked up, turning to fully look at the bird and the boy who it was perched on.

They grinned when they recognized the pretty face of Hunter, better known as the Golden Guard.

"Hey there.", their grin widened when Hunter jumped, whipping around the face them. His stance widened slightly, causing Y/n to laugh.

"No need to be on edge, pretty boy!", Y/n teased, putting their hands up. They didn't miss how his ears grew slightly red at the pet name.

"W-why are you here!?", Hunter's voice wavered, and his words made Y/n look at him playfully confused.

"I go here, darling. If anything I should be asking why your here.", Y/n put their hands behind their head stepping closer to the blushing boy. They stopped when they saw him get into a fighting position. "I'm not gonna fight ya'! It's my day off, I'm not gonna ruin it to be pointlessly violent with a pretty boy, even if he works for the emperor."

"Don't say it so loud!", Hunter whisper yelled, placing a hand over Y/n mouth. Y/n shook their head slightly with a chuckle, grabbing Hunter's wrist and pulling his hand away.

"Calm down, bird boy. I wouldn't compromise whatever self-righteous mission your on, it's not in my pay grade.", Y/n held his hand, moving it to lay over the middle of their chest. They giggled when his cheeks became pink and he pulled his hand away, holding it as he stared at them.

"Come on, we got some stuff to talk about and I have about thirteen minutes before Gus appears and rips me a new one for disappearing.", Y/n motioned for Hunter to follow them, beginning to walk towards the end of the stalls. Hunter blinked, frozen for a moment before chasing after them when Flapjack beat him to it.

"Can you climb trees?", Y/n questioned, turning towards Hunter as they stood at the base of a large tree. Hunter shook his head slowly, unsure of the answer.

Y/n grinned, grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers. They didn't miss how Hunter jumped slightly, or how his mouth was slightly agape when he turned to them.

"Keep a hold of me, Cutie!", Y/n teased as they moved the grip a branch, swinging their legs slightly, and digging their heels into the bark to swinging around and curl their knees around a tree branch. Hunter was in slight awe of their strength, being able to do all that with one hand.

As Y/n tugged at his hand, looking down at him with a raised brow, Hunter gulped. He placed his foot on the tree and let Y/n tug him to sit on the lowest branch next to them, wobbling slightly before Y/n grabbed his waist. The pair had their bodies facing opposite directions, Y/n facing towards the woods and Hunter facing towards Hexside's pathway.

"Don't think to hard, sweetheart. It gets harder to sit up straight when you do.", Y/n's voice was soft, and a squrriel palisman rushed down from the higher branches.

"Ah! Gentian!", Y/n grinned, putting their arm out for the blue palisman to crawl on. The palisman scurried to their other shoulder, sniffing at Hunter as they tilted their head.

"That's Hunter, we've meet him before.", Y/n smiled at the Palisman, chuckling at Hunter's surprised face.

"Your staff was a Palisman this whole time!?", Hunter squeaked, looking at Gentian with wide eyes as the squrriel put one of their paws on his cheek. He looks at Y/n again, mouth agape. "I almost threw them into the boiling sea!"

Y/n shook their head, laughing at him. They put their hand on his shoulder, patting it slightly.

"Owlbert is hella protective of them, homeboy would've caught them. Either way, we're not mad about it. Just don't do that shit again"

Hunter still stared at the Palisman, seemingly frozen. When Gentian reached both of their paws out, cupping his face, he snapped out of it.

"Now, let's talk."

"Yeah, I can't really be mad at you for anything. I can see the good in you, even if you can't personally.", Y/n leaned against the tree, Flapjack sitting on their shoulder. Gentian was one Hunter's head, sleeping in his hair.

"Why though? You have every right to be mad at me, hate me even! I harassed your best friend and mentor, knocked you unconscious, and probably more! So how...", Hunter spoke as he made wild movements with his hands, ending his sentence with his hands on his lap. Y/n laughed softly, placing their hand on Hunter's shoulder. When he looked up his heart raced at their soft smile.

"I like to see the good in people, it helps me analyze motives and pick sides. Your not a bad person, just a little misguided.", Y/n paused for a moment, but continued when Hunter opened his mouth to say something. "Even if you don't agree with my thoughts, that's not gonna change anything."

Hunter shut his mouth and looked down slightly, finding his hands very interesting all the sudden. Y/n voice made him whip his head towards them.

"Wanna see my scars?", Y/n grinned as they spoke, talking about it so casually it made Hunter's brain lag for a moment. He silently nodded, afraid his voice would betray him.

Y/n took their jacket off, showing of a large amount of scars all down their toned arms. It made Hunter freeze, his eyes analyzing the flesh.

"This one", Y/n pointed towards what looked to be a burn scar that covered a large chunk of their shoulder, and it looked freshly healed. "Is from when Lilith accidentally hit me with her magic when I got in the way of her and Eda's fight. You were there!"

Y/n's carefree grin made his stomach sink. How much pain had they been in, how did they stand up mostly fine after taking a blow that caused that much damage.

"Oh! This one is from you!", Y/n laughed as they pulled up their left pant leg, showing a huge bandage. They began unwrapping the bandage as Hunter watched their face, horrorifed. He had hurt them enough to leave a scar?

The wound he was made with made his whole body tense. It wasn't fully healed, still pink and red. Their was a handful of obviously painful blisters, and the look of it alone made him wince. As Y/n began tying to bandage the wound up Hunter began to search for the words to say.

"I-I'm sorry.", Hunter looked away, holding himself slightly as he shook. He hadn't realized just how much the magic he used hurt people, and seeing it first hand made him feel guilty.

"Don't sweat it dude, I've been through worse. Even been impaled? That's true fuckin' pain.", Y/n winced just think about it, not noticing how Hunter whipped his head around at stared at them.

"You've been impaled!? When!? How!?", Hunter looked frazzled, even more confused and horrorifed of Y/n chillness about the topic. Y/n blinked and few times, seemingly thinking.

"It was twice. Once on a mental spike when I was around ten, hit me in the side. Doctor said I was lucky I survived. The second time was here. I was running from Kikimora and some scouts she had with her and fell down a hill. I got a branch in my arm, had to stumble back to Hexside. It was not fun to explain to Viney and Principle Bump.", the longer they went on the more the words become worse for Hunter.

How much shit did this one 16-year-old survive?

"But hey, at least I have cool ass scars to show off now! Mrs. Wolfsburg will tear me a new ass for it, but she yells about everything so who cares.", Y/n grinned cheekily at Hunter, giving him the thumbs up as he stared at them, mouth agape.

"Wait- who's Mrs. Wolfsburg?", Hunter questioned, snapping out of his horrorifed trance to ask a single question. Y/n's face fell slightly, but they huffed and grinned again as they sat up.

"Mrs. Wolfsburg is the lady who runs the house I live in back at the human word. She basically gets a buncha' orphans, gets legal guardianship of them, and gets money from the town for it. I was one of those cases, found on her doorstep when I was, like, five? No note, nothing but the dirty pajamas and shitty old sneakers I was wearing.", Y/n leaned back as they explained, talking with their hands during random moments in their story.

"Oh...", Hunter blinked, seemingly lost in thought. Y/n patted him on the shoulder, getting his attention before he could think to hard.

"Dude, don't overthink it. Yeah, I had a shitty upbringing, I'm not gonna deny it, but it made me stronger. Plus, it helped me met Luz, and by extension, everyone here. Even you.", Y/n poked his chest with a grin as they finished their sentence, messing up his hair as they laughed. Hunter blinked, a familiar feeling filling his stomach and chest.

"How...how do you do it?", Hunter questioned, looking down at his hands. Y/n tilted their head, smiling at the awkward boy.

"If your talking about my attitude, I can't give ya' healthy advice. I just faked it tell I made it, it was all I really could do.", Y/n looked up at the many branches above them, a sad smile on their lips. Hunter watched them, frowning as he gripped his knees. He sighed and bit the bullet.

"Your...so weird.", Hunter mumbled, internally hitting himself for his words. Y/n looked back at him, blinking for a moment before laughing. Hunter looked at them, confused. When they calmed down they spoke again.

"Yeah, I've heard that before. But the way I see it, if your not kinda weird your boring, and your not boring so your weird too. So, as Eda always says, we weirdos have to stick together.", Y/n smiled sleepily at Hunter, eyes closed. Hunter smiled and laughed quietly, feeling strangly comfortable in the other teen's presence after everything was out in the open.

"Y/n!", Gus's voice broke the moment, causing Y/n groan in annoyance and Hunter to laugh at them. Y/n grinned at him and motioned down with their head, towards Gus who was walking down the path.

"I was wrong, it was sixteen minutes.", Y/n teased, sitting up fully and shifting to sit right next to Hunter, shoulder-to-shoulder with him. "Your helping me, Gus, and Willow with the Flyer Durpy."

"I am?", Hunter half-questioned, grinned back at the teen, even if it was a little wobbly. Y/n cracked up, covering their mouth as they nod.

"Hell yeah, pretty boy. I opened my soul up to you, the least you could is help me with my only mission for the day.", Y/n held up quotation marks as they said 'mission', mocking the boy slightly. He blinked and huffed with a grin, looking back at the path as Gus walked away, still calling out to Y/n.

"Alright, I guess I'll help you. But you can't tell anyone who I am, the human told her friends about me, right?", Hunter was being half-rhetorical with his question, but Y/n still nodded with a playful grin.

"You want another Alias? What, that's three now?", Y/n teased him, elbowing his arm softly. Hunter chuckled nervously, smiling at Y/n.

"Flapjack recommend Caleb, but I can't think of anything else." Hunter scratched the side of his face, looking away from Y/n, seemingly embarrassed.

"Well, how about Caleb Passerine? Passerine is a family of birds from the Human world, and Flapjack looks like a Cardinal, one of the birds in the Passerine family.", Y/n spewed out the information quickly, seemingly getting flustered as they spoke more. Hunter stared at them, waiting for them to continue. When the didn't he tilted his head, confused.

"Aren't you going to continue?", he asked, his voice sincere. Y/n smiled at him and shook their head, looking down at Gus as he looks into nearby bushes.

"I'll tell you more later, if you're that interested.", Y/n smiled softly at him, readying thenself to jump down. Before they did they turned to Hunter, kissing his cheek. He turned to them, eyes slightly wide, as their face went hot and they jumped down. "Heya Gus!"

Hunter blinked, a hand on his cheek as he watched Y/n talk to Gus. Flapjack sat beside him, chirping something towards him that made his face go red.

"Q-quiet, Flapjack!"

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Author's Note: Yo, your local nonbinary author here with their first actual writing post! Of course it's with my favorite traumatized boy, Hunter! Sorry if anyone is out of character, we only really see a little bit of Hunter when he's just being a normal teenager, so I'm not 100% sure how he would act. Also, the ending is suppose to in a way mirror the Lumity cheek kiss, with Y/n being Amity (who kissed Luz's cheek and then rushed away flustered) and Hunter being Luz.

#golden guard x reader #toh hunter x reader #toh x reader #toh golden guard #toh golden guard x reader #toh fanfic #toh fanfiction #I'm in love with a fiction character #hunter gets to be a normal teenager for a about twelve minutes #two gays in a tree #tree climbing queers are now my writing trope #toh x reader fanfiction #TOH x GN Reader #Hunter x GN Reader

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