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phasecornnuts · 1 month

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Hiiiiiiii! If you’re still open for requests maybe you might wanna write something where the reader casually mentioned that they/she had a partner on earth before they died and Alastor takes it a bit too drastically and has just been very salty and asking too many questions 😭 if you like that

Please & thanks ❤️

Hey guys I've returned! Sorry for taking a little while, I was busy with finals/I wanted to relax on my spring break so I didn't have a lot of time. I lowkey kind of cooked with this one too so enjoy :3

Also, I sorta made the reader be from around the same time period as Alastor (sorta late 1910s early 1930s) for extra spice

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It had become a daily routine for you and Alastor to have afternoon tea together in cannibal town. Always, between the hours and four and six o’ clock after Alastor had finished his broadcast and you, your hotel duties, the both of you would walk down to Rosie’s Emporium to nibble on finger sandwiches, candied eyeballs, and other treats.

The sun was still high in the sky, sending fingers of light through the windows of the cafe; the building was alive with the chatter of demons and hell-born alike. You and Alastor had just sat down, a short cannibal girl with a heart-shaped face and glowing brown ringlets placing your usuals on the table. Oh how beautiful they were! Too pretty to eat, garnished with tiny sprigs of mint (or, at least, it may have been mint) and resting on plates of delicate porcelain. With polished silver beside them, and matching teacups and saucers too, it all looked like a party for a girl’s favorite doll.

That is, if it weren’t human meat.

Looking up from your plate, you saw Alastor turn his head to follow the cannibal girl making you frown. His gaze returned to you before he caught you staring, a chipper grin on his face as always.

“She could be a dead ringer for Mary Pickford, don’t you think?”

Your eyebrows perked. You hadn’t looked long at the girl admittedly, though you stared long enough to know that she was no Pickford. You pursed your lips,

“I don’t see it, Lillian Gish maybe.”

He looked at you like a mad-woman, “You don’t!?”

“No! Her eyes are much too large!”

Alastor chuffed, proceeding to rest his chin on his dark hand, “In the eye of the beholder I suppose.”

You rolled your eyes, “You only say that because of her curls,” you stated while picking up the teapot and pouring yourself and Alastor your cups, “Now, drink before it gets cold.”

For much of your lunch neither of you spoke, merely enjoying each other’s presence while pecking on some food here and there. Throughout the meal the waitress brought more plates, pancreas tarts, minced tongues coated with cinnamon sugar, and sweet pies filled with rotted venison and cooked kidneys, all Rosie’s treat. Alastor had been taken by the small pies in their mulled deliciousness, the meat so tender you saw his eyes water. He pleaded you to try one, though you couldn’t, your stomach filled to the brim from the other treats and delicacies.

Alastor picked up the small pair of silver tongs from beside him and placed two sugar cubes in his tea, “I do say, it’s nice to have a meal companion again.” He took a sip from his teacup and grinned.

You nodded in agreement, lifting the milk jug from the table and pouring a generous amount into your cup. “Likewise. Good dinner conversation is a horrid thing to lose.”

“Truly.” He took another drink. “Before you, I hadn’t had a proper luncheon since my mother.”

“From what you tell she sounded like a fine woman.” His grin lost its eeriness, becoming fond instead.

“She truly was, and such a fine cook too.” Alastor gazed at the fine pattern painted on the rim of his saucer, “her jambalaya was the best, our side of the Mississippi” he chuckled. He began to remember then, “And her gumbo and her crawfish etouffee and her pecan pralines”

It was odd to hear his voice so full of affection, but nice too. So strange, to think a man who broadcasted his murders of other overlords and feasted on their flesh was once a little boy who clung to his mothers skirt and happily ate her cooking.

“Maybe one day you’ll cook for me then?” you teased

“Oh why wouldn’t I for my favoritest of sinners?” He took your hand.

You leaned in towards him, a silent flirtation. “Or perhaps I could prepare something for you?”

He looked at you from his dark, hooded eyes, a certain intrigue radiating from them. “Would you now?” he said, leaning in closer.

“Oh I would, anything you’d like.” the tip of your oxford lingering at his ankle. “My food was good enough for my darling back on earth, why would an overlord of hell have any complaints? Other than not enough seasoning I suppose.”

That was when the laughter in his eyes died. Alastor bit the inside of his cheek before finding the words to speak, “Your darling?”

“Pardon?”

“You had someone,” He straightened up, pulling himself away from you, “back on earth?”

“I hardly see how it matters now.”

Alastor’s tone grew curt, had such a simple word bruised his ego?

He crossed his arms, “What were they like?” each word as sharp as his teeth.

You pulled your hands close to you, confused at his curtness, “They were….they were nice. Cordial, spirited, vivacious, however you would put it. If you’re-” Alastor cut you off.

“How did you meet them?”

“On the trolley.” That only served to make him scoff.

“Tch, how common. The trolley.”

You chewed your bottom lip, trying to deny the anger towards him that began to knot in your belly. “It was a different lifetime.” You asserted, a hard finality to it. Pushing yourself from the small table you smoothed your skirt and adjusted the ribbon that was tied so nicely in your hair.

Without looking at him you said, “Tell Rosie I’m grateful for her hospitality and I will try to find a way to repay her. Also that I’m sorry that I had to retire without saying hello but I feel rather…faint.” Before leaving completely you said, “See you back at the hotel.”

The rest of the day you hid in your room, sulking and pacing. Charlie had tried to coax you out, seeing how angry you’d been when you came back, but you denied every effort she had.

“It’s not good to stay cooped up in there,” the Princess pleaded.

“I like my alone time.”

“But- but I had games planned! Husk was going to show us how to play Blackjack and Dominoes!”

“I prefer bridge, and he’ll just cheat us anyways.”

She gave a disappointed sigh, and outside the door you could hear Vaggie talking to her, telling Charlie to give you your space.

For three nights straight you avoided Alastor, finishing up your hotel duties quickly before hiding in your room. You grew bored after the first day admittedly, a person could only sleep and bathe and read so much. The fourth night is when he knocked on your door while you lied draped on your couch, your nose in a book you’d already finished before. Thinking it was Charlie, you ignored it, sure she’d get the message. It insisted however, rapping harder the second time. You sighed, annoyed. “Who is it?”

“Alastor, may I come in?”

A sour taste came in your mouth, “No.”

“You cannot lock yourself away from me forever.”

You lifted yourself off the couch, full of bitterness, “I can and I will!”

An electric hum filled your ears, the sound of Alastor weighing his words, “Could you at least entertain my attempt?”

Walking to the door and opening it slightly you saw his face, those deep, hooded eyes dark as blood, cracked lips, and hollow cheekbones. All of those beautiful, haunting features draped in remorse. You sighed, cursing the affection you had for him.

“Fine, but I’m still cross with you.” That made him smile, if only a tad.

Opening the door fully, you saw he’d brought one of the dining carts from the unused kitchen clad in a clean white sheet. Alastor pushed it to the center of the room before spiritedly ripping the cover from the cart, presenting polished silver dishes of raw meat and organs. From the bottom shelf of it, he had pulled a fine bottle of wine and two shining glasses.

“I helped myself to a bottle of Husk’s finest, the patrons here don’t have as refined tastes as you and I.” He gave a small grin. So this is what he brought with him, a peace offering. Your stomach was empty from only eating a small meal earlier in the day, so perhaps it was not in vain, though you weren’t sure if you were ready to forgive him.

“I’ll help you set the table,” you offered, feeling guilty he put so much effort into pleasing you.

Alastor held his hands up, “No need darling.” He put his hand on his throat, “What I said the other day was very…” he coughed into his hand, “ungentlemanly of me, and I wanted to make it up to you.”

You folded your hands and held them to your chest, looking at the embarrassment he tried to hide. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, and raised your gaze to his. “Thank you, Alastor.” His grin widened as he sat down beside you.

He uncorked the bottle of wine, beginning to pour it into the glasses, “Of course.” He handed you the glass which you took gladly. The vintage was so dark it looked black, reflecting the lights that glowed from the ceiling. Swishing it, you could see the hidden shades of red that the wine hid.

“Demon’s blood, Husk calls it.” Alastor told you before he took a long sip.

“Fitting. Do you know how long he’s aged it?” Alastor shrugged, taking another swallow.

“I didn’t care to ask, but it tastes so good going down. Come, drink, I didn’t bring this up so I could get drunk by myself.” That made you giggle, how much he valued the both of you eating and drinking together.

Taking his lead, you titled your head back, savoring the warm burn of the wine going down. Its hot fingers lingered in your chest before fading, like drinking cold medicine. In three large gulps you finished your glass, noticing the way Alastor’s eyes watched your throat as you drank. After finishing your second glass you began to dig into the food he’d brought, pancreas tarts, cooked kidneys and…oh good god! On the largest plate was a raw heart, fresh and bloody.

“Where did you get this? You shouldn’t have!” Your eyes went wide and your mouth began to salivate. A raw heart! Oh and it was human too! Such a fine delicacy must have taken so much begging from Alastor!

“Rosie owed me a favor. And I owe it to you, for making such a jackass of myself.”

You took another sip of your wine, feeling your face begin to flush. You helped yourself to a tart while Alastor poured himself another glass. As you ate you felt his eyes on you again, focusing on the way your teeth bit into the pastry, your swan’s neck showing your swallow, and how your tongue dragged across your lips. Feeling bold, you placed your feet in his lap and wiped the corner of your mouth with your finger, licking the tip of it with your tongue. He swallowed, hard, his eyes growing wide.

“Are you looking at something?” Your voice a heavy seduction.

“Possibly.” He drank again. Leaning back on the arm of the couch, he placed his glass on the floor. The tips of his fingers grazed your legs, “Though I do have another question for you, if I may.”

A sultry smirk grew on your face, “That depends on what it is, Al.” God, you could see the glint in his eyes then.

Alastor looked up at you from his hooded eyes, “I’ve been wondering…about your “darling.” You arched an eyebrow; your interest piqued. “Did they ever have…you?” His breath shuddered.

“Have me, how?” You teased.

“Oh humor me my dear,” He purred

You smirked and shifted your legs in his lap. “Hmm, maybe once or twice…” You sit up from your recline and crawl onto his lap.

“What sorts of things did they do to you?”

Running your fingers down his chest you savored the way he squirmed and shifted, “All sorts of unholy things”

Alastor choked on his breath, his eyes transfixed on your face. Slowly, he caught it, regaining a certain boldness afterwards. His hand found the top of your stocking, fingering the nylon taut to your thighs. “Getting rather comfortable aren’t we my dear?”

The smirk you had deepened and you pulled in closer, feeling the heat of his breath tickle your cheeks. You looked into his eyes, “I could get much more comfortable if you like, Al.” For what seemed like ages you lingered, until you felt you had tortured the man enough. Slowly, you leaned in, seemingly ready to kiss his shiny red lips. Grinning, you pulled a piece of dry skin from his bottom lip between your teeth, peeling it to show the bleeding flesh beneath.

You sat back on his lap and spat out the skin. Looking at him, you saw that hunger in his eyes again. That fine line of decorum the two of you had with one another, ignoring the lingering gazes and longing touches, all thrown away with one bite. Underneath, you could feel his arousal beginning to grow hard. You rolled your hips slightly into him, earning a throaty groan from Alastor. From the silver dining cart you pulled the piece de resistance, that raw bleeding heart, and sunk your teeth into it, tasting the sweet flavor of iron. Trails of blood dripped from your mouth onto your decolletage, slowly turning brown and flaky.

Alastor’s breath heaved, growing even harder from that sultry cannibalistic display. He pulled you towards him and pressed your mouth to his, saccharine saliva mixing with sanguine. His tongue slid and twisted about yours, savoring every inch of its taste. You pulled away from him to catch your breath, making him whine. Leaning in again, he dragged his tongue along your neck, cleaning up the drying strings of blood.

Both of you straightened up then, him holding you proper now. One hand ran its fingers through his shiny red hair and the other cupped his aching sex, so taut against his trousers.

“Is that what you were so upset about Al? If they fucked me or not?” You purred into his ear.

The tips of your fingers fluttered over his hip, tracing its edge before returning to his cock. “I bet you wondered if I did this to them, didn’t you?” A small nip was placed on his neck, leaving a red half-moon. Your breath grew hot against his cheek as you whispered into his ear again,

“Maybe I did, and maybe I did so many more dirty things to them.”

Alastor enraptured your mouth in another needy kiss. His words heavy with radio static, “What sort of things my dear? Or are you all talk?” Your grin widened seeing the shock in his eyes when you began to unbutton his overcoat.

“Let me show you.”

Four little words was all it took to send him over the edge. Picking you up, his hands traced over all the parts of your succulent body. When he flopped you on the bed, hair as tousled as a pin-up, you reached out a stockinged leg to him, that devious look on your face growing. Oh how badly he wanted to have you, hastily unzipping your dress as you stripped him down to his undershirt and trousers. Deft fingers hooked around the tops of your stockings, pulling them down as fast as they could. You dropped his trousers and took off his shirt, admiring all of that soft, gray skin.

You pressed your mouth to the flesh of his stomach, blessing it with small love-bites that made him shudder. All along his torso you left red patches and traced your cool fingertips along the hard edges where his ribs poked out. You tilted your head up and moved his hands to the straps of your brasserie, exposing all of your hot, yearning flesh. He cupped a breast and lied on top of you. Grinding his sex to yours he moaned into your mouth. It had been so…so long since you’d been wanted, since someone pressed their body to yours and you felt all of their heat as they slid into you, over and over again.

“Al,” You breathed

“What is it?”

“Get on your back.”

And so he did.

Alastor’s back against the mattress and your palms against his chest, you let him enter you. He let out a string of curses when you did, and even more when you started moving in those easy rolling motions. Those large hands of his held the curve of your waist as you rode him, his eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce.

“The first time I saw you…” You began, going a little faster, “I wanted you,” You heard a small thud as he dropped his head against the pillows.

“I thought about you kissing me and touching me all over” That’s when the pulses of pleasure started to build up, prickling you in sweet needles that went all the way up your spine.

“And about you sticking your fingers in me and..and your tongue too” You felt your face heat up and your sex grow slicker, admitting those indecent thoughts you only entertained during late nights when your fingers wandered. Alastor gripped your waist tighter, making your rhythm harsher. You looked down on him, his eyes glazed over with euphoria, and felt your mouth pool with saliva.

Digging your nails into the skin of his chest you kept on. “For a whole week I couldn’t keep from slipping my hands between my legs.” Your voice, thick and hoarse. “I wanted to know what you tasted like, if-if your mouth tasted like blood,” that was when he quickened the pace even more. Your sex was so hot and wet, all the way at the base of your spine you could feel your orgasm coming to you, a full-body shiver that made your eyes well with tears.

The last part was what sent him over the edge though.

“Sometimes, I’d bite myself so I could taste the blood when I’d touch-” was all it took to make him come.

Fuck it felt good too. A weak falsetto escaped your mouth when he released, so warm and filling. That’s what made you reach your end too. You clawed your nails in his skin so deep there were two broken half-moons on his chest. Your thighs clenched against his torso, quivering, as you could feel your body become as light and floaty as chiffon.

Alastor let the both of you ride it out, that sweet joyous bliss. When your mind returned from the heaven it was sent to, you leaned over, resting on top of him. He moved you gently, pressing you closely to his chest. For a while, neither of you spoke, the air lingering with the smell of sweat and blood and sex. You ran your fingers through his hair again; He kissed the back of your hand before speaking.

“If I’d known all that would come out of making you angry at me, I would’ve earned your ire a long while ago.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his chest playfully.

“Perhaps we could do this again, without the arguing?” You propose, “You’re quite good at it.”

A smile stretched across his face as he played with a lock of hair that rested near your face, “Expect nothing less from an overlord of hell cher.” One of his hands slid to your lower back, tracing small circles on that creamy flesh.

“How about we try one more time without the arguing, for good measure?”

You smirked and kissed him again. All for good measure.

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g-xix · 8 months

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PLS A HC OR A STORY.

When you met angry ginge at the charity match and you fall in love😭

CHARITY MATCH | ANGRYGINGE13

NOTE FORM STORY!!! Manchester!OlderSister!Reader x CharityMatch!Ginge

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-Your mum paid you ten quid to go to London with your little brother and supervise him because he really wanted to go to the charity match (and his mate had gotten him tickets) -You fr couldn't be arsed. -"It's a bloody YOUTUBE football game!! I have better shit to be doing than watching a sack of unathletic gamers try kick a ball for 90 minutes!" -Mum upped the offer to twenty quid and a she'd make a sticky toffee pudding for when you got back. -You were sold at that. -Got to the train station the next weekend bright and early, little brother and friend both enthusiastically hollering and giggling as they crossed the platform to their train -You felt (and kinda looked) half dead inside, not too chuffed upon having to wake up at 6am on a Friday to take the two to London -Yeah, they'd insisted on going on Friday, a day before the match so that they could sight-see around London before going to the charity match tomorrow -Getting onto the train, you had to shush the two little ones as you pulled them into a quiet carriage, surveying the carriage filled with middle aged people in their suits and other business attire. -You were dying inside as the two boys wouldn't stop whisper giggling loudly enough for the people on their work commutes to give dirty looks, until someone louder entered the carriage: -"OI, SOMEONE HOLD THAT DOOR FOR ME-!" -A loud Manchester accent boomed from outside the train- and whilst it scared the shit out of you- you did press the button besides the door to keep it open, unable to see who from the platform you'd held the door for as you craned your neck over your seat to see who you'd held the door for... -Tall, ginger bloke around your age steps in, slightly out of breath and completely out of place in the placid, working carriage -Sporting a red football kit and stuffed duffel bag, he gave a cheers, lovely and stepped into the carriage -He quickly realised he didn't fit in the carriage and exclaimed "OH, Oh, sorry everyone, didn't mean to bother your commutes n all-" -Stepped back, dropping a cheers, lovely, as he passed you before walking through to the next carriage -You peeked out from behind your seat to look at said man from the back, only to see him turn his head around to see you once more -He gave a grin as he caught you staring at him from behind, dropping a cheeky wink that made you draw back to your seat, trying to hide the smile and blush that seemed to be unfurling over your cheeks at the confident gesture. -"Is he your boyfriend?" The friend asks all too loudly. -Someone across the carriage shushes him aggressively as you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheeks at the encounter with the guy -You stayed on your phone through the train journey, ginger guy crossing your head every few seconds -Hadn't the foggiest who he was or why he had rushed to get onto the train, but you still felt a little buzz with your encounter with him -Contemplated going into the next carriage to check whether he was sat there- maybe ask for his number or make some small talk and get to know him... But you decided against. Afterall, you'd just seen him for a moment on a train. You'd probably never see him again. -Got off at London stop and took the boys to wherever they wanted to go -Actually ended up enjoying the tourist-y sightseeing and Madam Tussauds -Little brother + friend got their picture with wax KSI and were chuffed, and you got your meme pic besides Benedict Cumerbatch, (y)our fave DILF -Got to your crappy premier inn as night fell before one began whining that they were hungry and you realised that despite buying candyfloss and skittles, everyone needed a proper dinner before eight o'clock hit and it started getting properly dark -Agreed to get a Chinese meal + lectured the boys "Right, I'm going to go to the Chinese- DON'T answer the door to ANYONE, DO NOT OPEN IT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, I will knock FOUR TIMES when I get back, and ONLY THEN can you open that door..."

-Litr did a sprint to the Chinese takeout place only to find out you still had to wait for them to finish cooking the chow mein -Took a seat to the side and caught your breath as you waited for the food to get finished, when you heard the bell ring, indicating someone else entering -Sitting up straight again and trying to breath with your mouth closed, you checked the person that walked in. -Familiar red hair, sports kit and wide grin... -"You???? AGAIN?!" -His eyes opened wide at your words as he too was shocked to see you again -Mouth opened and closed a few times like a goldfish, clearly too stunned to speak, before he just yelled "WHAT?!" with a smile growing on his face by the second

-His Chinese order was ready, so he got his and sat down opposite you, munching on his noodles and chicken and starting up a conversation whilst you waited -"What you here for then?" He asked, his Manchester accent same as yours -"Football match," You sighed in response, trying to tune out the way he tried to fit massive chunks of chicken in his mouth, moving his jaw like a cow to chew the meat. "I'm not interested in football really- I'm just here to supervise my little brother 'cuz he wants to see the match tomorrow with his friend." -"Oh, whereabout's this match?" The boy asked, licking his lips and looking up at you tentatively, small smile on his face making you feel as though he knew something you should've. -"London Stadium I think, I've got the tickets on my phone..." -You pulled your phone out and followed the email to show him the three tickets to the game -He looked at your phone and mumbled the serial numbers of your ticket -"You aren't gonna try steal our tickets or something are you?" You pulled the phone back from him with a suspicious look in your eyes. You weren't particularly invested in whatever game was going on tomorrow, but you did care about your brother, and didn't want to accidentally leak your tickets and see him completely disappointed. -"No, no, no!" The guy's eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously, appalled by the fast you'd even thought to mention that. "I can upgrade your seats if you'd like?" -You huffed. "Yeah right-" -"No, seriously, I'm- erm- I'm a part of the stadium organising... team. I can get you an upgrade if you want, to the VIP area... free drinks n all?" -You narrowed your eyes at him, looking for any chance of deception or falsehood in his tone or expressions. He seemed genuine. -You tentatively let him take a pic of your tickets + make a bit more small talk, picking up his name "Just ginge, please" before your order was ready

-You got ready to leave, picking up your bag + jacket and taking the brown paper bag from the til and walking out, only to hear a "WAIT UP!" behind you, and the bell jingle once more as Ginge followed you out -"You going to a hotel?" He asked and you nodded. "Oh, I'll walk you to your car." -"Didn't bring a car, I'm walking over." You shrugged -"It's like nine o'clock!" Ginge responded a bit incredulously, looking at his watch. "Oi, I'll walk you back to your hotel then, have some company." -You went back and forth with Ginge, quite happy to have become his friend, but not wanting to take his time up this late into the night, and not quite fully trusting a person you'd only met today -In the end, he did say he'd walk you back whether you agreed to it or not, so you set off with him besides you- also carrying your takeout bag as he'd said it was only kind to do so -Chatted a bit more on your journey back -He was interested in your background and whereabouts from Manchester you were from, and ended up laughing when he heard that the first team you'd supported was Manchester City. -He yelled "YANITED-" a few times when a silence fell in conversation + you laughed with a hand over your mouth because of how loud he was, his voice ECHOED in the streets

-"Cheers for walking me back," You turned around and smiled as you reached the Premier Inn, cheeks tinted pink from the cool night breeze -Ginge had a wide grin on his face as he gave a nod in response. -For a moment the two of you awkwardly stood staring at one another, wondering whether to hug or cheek-kiss or just leave... -Ginge broke the awkwardness by just reaching for a side-hug, squeezing your side and planting a chaste kiss to the top of your head, his touch giving you a stomach rush of butterflies and fuzzy nervous happiness as he skipped away only a moment later, yelling out a "SEEYA, PET!" and left you to go back to your hotel room

-Next day you wake up bright and early for the charity match, get your ass ready in a cute pair of shorts and top, and wake up + make sure the boys have packed everything and are ready to go -Get a breakfast at Pret a Manger before heading to the stadium... -FUCKING PACKED. -You were all too busy just trying to get to the ticket boxes to get yourself sat down, since it was a bloody boiling day, and the crowd's bustling only made you hotter -You were also slightly hopeful you'd maybe be able to see your favourite boy's firey hair once more- maybe he could get you in easier, as he was a part of the organisation team or whatever he'd called himself -Went to your station and got your email out + showed it to the ladies, who scanned your card before redirecting you to some other post because apparently you had the wrong tickets for that station -Went to the place she directed you, holding onto your brother + friend's hand so that you didn't lose them in the crowd -Your tickets got scanned, and one of the security people took to you- moving crowd to the side slightly to get you into a back entrance of the stadium -You were bloody BAFFLED, why a security person was helping you get through??? -He brought you to a door before you ascended up a set of stairs into a finely furnished room, clad with a bar and range of other people who seemed comfortable with a cup in their hand and talking with one another -You felt VERY out of place with a boy holding either of your hands

-Some other ppl began entering the room, and you watched as a range of men wearing either red or black kits entered the room. -The boys holding either hand let out gasps, exclaiming a range of names which drew a bit of attention to your group- making you blush bright red as you shushed the two boys and told them don't be pushy, be respectful and don't shout -Was ready to go and maybe get a drink from the bar, when one of the women in the room approached you -Faith Kelly, she introduced herself, with a little infant in her own arms- asking how you were here or who you came with -You didn't really have much to say other that someone offered to upgrade your tickets the other day, and you were here with your little sibling -She was lovely, really kind and inviting- bringing you to the bar and getting you a lemonade before inviting you down to the pitchside seats so that you could watch the opening -Considering that was your only friend, you followed her down and stood pitch side- letting your sibling and his friend take the seats and watch, absolutely thrilled as the men walked out -As the camera scanned down the players and the names were announced, your own eyes scanned down the line until you noticed a familiar redhead stood at the end of the line of men wearing black kit -"That's that person I was talking about, yesterday!" You pointed to Ginge, Faith following your finger and spotting Ginge -"OH, are you his plus one? Girlfriend?" She questioned, making sure her own boyfriend, Ethan was taking care of Olive on the pitch -You felt yourself go bright red as you blushed, shaking your head. -You were shocked though; wasn't Ginge on the organising team?! -As the match started and Ginge came back to the bench, you were close enough to call his name until he noticed you- face lighting up with a grin as he recognised you and jogged over, wide smile and happy demeanour melting your heart a bit as he seemed so endeared to see you once again -"Liking the seats, love?" He asked with a grin. -"Obviously, look at these two- they're absolutely chuffed!" You jerked your thumb at your sibling + Friend to the side of you, the two of them absolutely hypnotised by the game. "You told me you're part of the organisation though?! You're a PLAYER?!" -Ginge let out a laugh at your confusion, hand pressing to his stomach as he leaned back, before turning as he heard his manager, Goldbridge calling his name -"You better explain yourself..." -Ginge was gone before he could respond, as Goldbridge put him on to replace a bearded one -Ginge went onto the pitch, yelling back to you- "I PROMISE I'LL EXPLAIN SOON!"

-You watched as the ball crossed onto the Sidemen team's side- a quick man with red kit dribbling it past Ginge... BEFORE PUSHING HIM OVER? -You jumped to your feet in protest from the stands as the whistle was blown- watching as your ginger dusted himself off and squared up to the player, watching as red-kit-boy backed down and stepped away -The more you watched Ginge play, the more passionate you got for the game you thought you'd never care about -Ginge controlled the ball with his bum, getting a laugh from you -Then he was committing the filthiest, most Brexit slide tackles that had you cheering like a fan -And the pass he made from the backline, assisting player 7 in scoring a goal and you out of your seat, celebrating with your younger sibling as you understood the passion for the game

-The second half only had you on the edge of your seat more, watching as Ginge fortified the Sidemen's defence -You watched as Ginge committed one particularly filthy Brexit tackle, which even he knew was filthy, as he cheered whilst he dribbled the ball away- even getting the chance to look to you in the stands- pointing at you and giving a wink -You felt your cheeks go bright red, feeling as though you were having your WAG moment as the boy from the pitch dedicated that to you, your whole heart filling with adoration for the ginger on the pitch

-As the final whistle blew, Ginge tore down the pitch in celebration, scanning the crowd and people by the bench before finally locating you- pointing towards you to make it clear he wanted to see you -As soon as you got down and onto the pitch, he bombarded into you- wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug as he celebrated the win with a happy YANITED yell once more -You threw your head back to let out a laugh of your own, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought him into a tight hug- exclaiming your praise for how beautiful he was on the ball and how well he played -He's chuffed, and puffs his chest out in pride, keeping an arm around you as his other teammates congratulate him- not letting you leave his side as he's just too proud and wants to show you off (which you aren't complaining about!)

-Whilst Elz and Big Zuu are doing interviews, he's called for one and beckons you over to join him whilst he's interviewed -"I feel great- glad I got my girl, Y/n to see such a great win here today, I know she thinks I Did proper well as well, so it's a beautiful day for me." -"Is Y/n your girlfriend? Close friend?...Dating" -You turned to look at Ginge, wanting to see what he'd respond to Elz's question with. -His own face was bright red, a bit tired from his running, but the question only reddened his cheeks more -Nonetheless, he still wore a great, toothy smile as he turned to you- confidence radiating from his sweaty face as he asked: "Want to go on a date sometimes?" -You couldn't stop the grin from going straight to your face as you nodded passionately, watching as Ginge let out a cheer and "COME ONN", The stadium around him cheering also as the interview was broadcasted to the big screens- the whole encounter visible to the aduaicen in the stadium and at home -Ginge wrapped his arms around your waist once more for a grand hug, leaning back and making you squeal as you felt him lift you right off your feet for the hug, burrowing your face into his neck with a giggle as he celebrated everything from the day -As the winning trophy got passed around the Sidemen FC team, Ginge took his pictures with you in his arm -One hand on the cup, once hand around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest for one photo, whilst in the next he has his lips on your cheek, kissing your face happily as though you were the real trophy of the day

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the-family-business-83 · 11 months

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Unexpected Calling – Part I

Masterlist - WIP

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: Thought I'd throw my hand at a prompted fic! Hope you guys like it, I'll add a chapter directory and update as needed as the next parts are posted. So stay tuned 👀 Text dividers made by @firefly-graphics <3

Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.

After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.

If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.

There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.

What the helll...?

Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.

It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.

'Dear mister,

My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.

My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.

– Rosie'

"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.

Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."

'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'

He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...

Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.

He knew that face.

He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.

In short?

He had to do it now.

He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.

But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.

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seas1mping · 5 months

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Hey guys I'm writing LJ content but it's x OC because I suck at y/n sorry to disappoint this is kind of lore and kind of an autistic ramble vicariously through a vessel anyway :)

Art by @zucchinitart she's very silly,,

Summ: Reena doesn't enjoy the cold, her husband loves it, antics ensue.

WC: 812

Lots of people would tell you that winter is the best time of the year, including her own daughter, who comes out of the carnival more often because of the festivities associated with the time. Everyone starts coming out of their rooms more, and there are lots of soups that help to combat the cold and bring everybody together. Unfortunately, even with all of these benefits, Down Below never gets this cold, and when you grow up there for the first 160 years of your life, you definitely start to adapt a sense of familiarity with the warmer temperatures.

Reena checks the weather app on her new phone, sitting at a whopping 18 degrees outside. Too cold, she thinks, for anybody to be out in that weather. Especially Nari, dead or not, who was outside with her friends making snow creatures. Reena adjusts her top blanket, setting her phone back where it was and clicking on the television. Her eyes drift closed, the blankets helping to settle her down enough to nap there on the couch, flipping between true crime and cooking shows.

It felt like just a moment, but she felt a pair of cold claws settle themselves on her cheeks, being pulled into a loving kiss, followed by a sweetly sinister giggle. Her mismatched eyes meet bright blue ones as her boyfriend comes into view. “Well, good afternoon, sugar! What has you so sleepy?” He coos at her, moving his hands up to the base of her horns, rubbing them gently. Reena sighs contently, shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s just the cold, my love, I’m still not used to it, I beat my record of three blankets with five this time. Can you believe that?” She cracks a smile, which he returns and laughs at. She pets the spot beside her and makes a cave in the blanket with her arm. “Come, lay here with me.”

He, of course, wastes no time showing off his acrobatics and flipping over the back of the couch to lay beside her. She shivers a moment, him obviously not bothered by his cold body, but they meld into each other perfectly. His head rests on her chest and her left arm encompasses him, They remain still with each other, letting the moment sink in and allowing them to relax.

“You could always go back to the castle for this portion of the year. I can just bring Nari to you when she wants to visit. Borders are open, aren’t they?” LJ asked her, breaking the silence. They were, but there was always the thought of going back to her home, and the reason she fled in the first place.

“I could, but I don’t really want to, you know? I’ll gladly bear the cold if it means that I get to stay with you for longer.” She squeezes him, laughing when he rolls his eyes. “I just don’t feel ready to return to the castle. Maybe later, but not now.”

Nari runs in with her friends, and the moment is cut short once more. The kids pile onto the opposite couch, making comments about them ‘having cooties’ and that ‘Hell is hot for those who commit premarital acts’ (what???) while they steal the TV to watch some kind of animation show they’re obsessing over at that moment.

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LJ stared at the TV in front of him. He still laid pressed up against his girlfriend, now warm and cozy. He heard wind against the window in the kitchen, and looked towards his daughter. The only friend that remained was Caleb, where both of them were stacked in a position that could not be comfortable, but sleeping soundly. LJ chuffed slightly, funny that a kid in mostly pajamas almost never wore pants, it may be the three-quarter-missing leg, but Caleb never gave up a chance to wear shorts. It was almost impressive.

He looked up at the woman he was connected to, her face illuminated by the TV in a bluish light, showing off the contours of her face; her lips, her cheeks covered in scars, the scar across her left eye that partially blinded her, the way she just barely breathed through her mouth sometimes. The now open red and blue eyes that looked quite smug at his current state.

“And what are you staring at, lover boy?” She chuckles, propping her head on her arm with a grin. He sighs in defeat, and looks away, embarrassed at being caught. Two could play at this game.

“Just admiring how lovely you look, even in dim light. Why? Can I not look at my girlfriend with such emotion considering how you move me?” It was her turn to blush, and his turn to look smug. She fanned herself slightly, giving a small laugh.

“Oh, aren’t you just the charmer?” “Aren’t I always?” “That you are, love.”

#creepypasta #laughing jack x oc #creepypasta x reader #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader #oc writing #creepypasta oc #creepypasta fanfiction

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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Word Count: 638

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"Stop scratching at your scales!" Skizz yells.

"They're itchy!" Impulse complains, still scratching at the scales on his arm.

This happens every year. Twice every year might be add.

"Just– Dippledop! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

The demonic hybrid doesn't pause, instead reaching over cir shoulder.

"Impulse!"

Finally, Impulse stops, instead looking at Skizz with a glare in his golden eyes.

There's a moment of pause, the two simply staring at eachother, but then Impulse drags his feet towards Skizz, leaning his head on the angel's shoulder.

"They hurt…"

"I know, buddy." Skizz says quietly, moving them to sit on the couch.

Impulse quickly discards his shirt, resting his head on his partner's thigh.

There's a cool hand on cir back, soothing over sore scales as ce purrs quietly, even if it is a stressed purr.

"I think a few are–"

There's a clattering down the hall, a short argument – Bdubs sounding more than a little tired and Tango's voice pitched in concern – before someone is being dragged further down the hall.

Skizz simply shakes it's head and sighs, those two likely up to their usual problems.

But it quickly returns to what it was doing, pressing it's thumb down hard on a few scales just to test until it finds one that moves.

It's a gentle sort of job, easing each loose scale out and placing it on the side table. And the demon looks all too happy as each irritation is removed, purring and even chuffing a few times as old scales slip off to give space for new ones.

By the end, Impulse is nearly half asleep and melted against Skizz, a small smile on his face as he continues to purr.

But ce slowly blinks, looking up at cir partner. The sort of look that holds words unspoken, but easily translated between the two.

'Let me return the favor. Let me help you.'

So Skizz does as requested, summoning his wings from where they're hidden and stretching them out over the couch.

"Oof, no wonder you complain about not being able to fly." Impulse says with a laugh.

It's– well it's not bloody, but there are a few awkward pin feathers and more than a handful missing. This is just what happens with large wings when molting, he guesses.

Impulse sits over him, trained claws easily shifting stray feathers into place and gently, oh so gently, pulling our dead ones before releasing new feathers from their pins.

The pile of scales turns into a pile of feathers. Shining white over deep black.

Skizz can't help the content, fer fer fer noises it makes as its partner smooths over one wing and turns to the other.

This part was a daily routine, one that has been around since they were young. Impulse often looking after Skizz, tending to the feathers that the angel couldn't reach.

Eventually, ce pulls back, satisfied in cir work as cir chest rumbles.

"Someone looks sleepy." Impulse says lightly.

Skizz doesn't even fight, too oddly comfortable laying against the couch, even at the awkward angle.

"I'm not carrying you."

"But, Dippledop!" Skizz loudly complains. "I helped you!"

Impulse laughs as cir partner pouts, it's piercing blue eyes staring at him with a sense of false-sadness.

"Fine."

There's another happy trill, Skizz flopping against Impulse's chest and staying relaxed as he's picked up by the shorter.

It's a short walk to the bedroom, Skizz hanging lazily against Impulse's shoulder as his wings drag along the ground. Purring and chirping between eachother the entire time.

But, when they get to the bedroom, something is more than a little off as–

Bdubs' forehead is covered in bandages, his antlers completely absent. Tango is sitting over him, jacket covered in blood and–

"Did Bdubs shed on you?" The demon asks with a worried laugh.

"..."

"Maybe…?"

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Our ko-fi

#nov 15 2023 #written on: sep 22 2023 #hc #impulse #skizz #hermitshipping #(/qpr but can be read as /r or maybe /p?)#(also ignore the fact that last fic also kinda had preening ssshhh)#(this was gonna have a part 2 with bdubs and tango but we lost motivation </3)#our writing #impskizz #skizzpulse

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letmeapologise · 8 months

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Fluff with cody gakpo I love him sm and he's extremely underrated 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐥. 𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐩𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 … 𝐩𝐩𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

LAZY DAYS WITH CODY WERE SOMETHING YOU LOOKED FORWARD TO, in fact, your week revolved around them. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he softly mumbled half-asleep nothings into your shoulder in dutch; waking him up with gentle kisses to his forehead and a soothing hand running through his hair. “Morning, mijn schat,” he whispered, tickling you with delicate kisses that made you giggle and squirm away from his hold on you, not that it was much of an effort to move away from him. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before finally settling on your face, grinning at you. “Not sure if it’s the morning anymore, baby,” you quietly confessed, laughing as he huffed, both of you looking at each other in peaceful silence before you tugged him in by the cross around his neck, kissing him on the lips.

He leaned back onto his pillow, arms behind his head. “Feel like the luckiest man on earth,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, and yet you believed him. You believed any word that came out of his mouth. You shifted over closer to him, almost jumping onto his naked chest making him wince, and kissing his nose and forehead repeatedly until he laughed and tilted his head away from you trying to escape. “You can’t go that easily!” you yelled amidst bounds of laughter emitting from the pair of you, you tried pulling his jaw back to face you and then you were hit in the face by a flying pillow.

Your eyes widened as you watched another come flying towards you, trying to roll to the side and get your own pillow to attack him with in retaliation, however he was too fast, and managed to skim the side of your cheek. You tried dodging him again, but it was no use, his football training had paid off and now you were unable to beat him in pillow fights, oh the tragedy of a married life!

Then you came up with an idea – you came up with it after playing dead when you were hit for the fifth time by Cody’s pillow – to pull him in by the scruff of his neck, puckering your lips as a gesture for him to kiss you, a truce. He leaned in, dropping the pillow which landed on the floor, and then you reached over and grabbed your pillow, hitting him over the back of the head with it. You smirked up at him coyly, his arms either side of you holding himself up. “Really?” he asked. You nodded, grinning at him, chuffed with yourself. “Never knew I married a trickster,” you just rolled your eyes. “Should have read the fine print, Mr. Gakpo.” He hummed at you, huffing humorously. “Maybe I should have, Mrs. Gakpo, I don’t know what else my wife is hiding,” you tilted your head at him teasingly, and then he rolled you both over, almost falling off of the bed and onto the floor.

“Cody!” you gripped onto him tightly as he laughed at your reaction, scooping you back up onto the bed before finally standing up himself. “Where’re you going?” you questioned. “Off to make some breakfast,” he pointed behind him before continuing. “You want some?” you nodded at him, getting up before he lightly pushed you back down onto the bed, your legs hanging over the side. “You can have it in bed,” he smiled, you furrowed your brows. “That’s not fair, let me treat you!” he shook his head, picking up a shirt left discarded on your bedroom floor. “You treating me is letting me treat you, mijn liefde,” you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but let him walk out your bedroom door anyway, eyes trailing down his back as you watched him.

You stretched around in the bed, suddenly hyper aware of the time with the lack of your husband’s presence, and you checked your phone with a calm sigh. You both had the day off so there wasn’t even a need to listen to the time, just that spent with each other, you treasured the rare occasions like this. You spent most of your time with him anyway, to say you were both clingy was an understatement. You came to his trainings, all of his matches of course, interviews, award shows, you name it.

You heard the click of the stove downstairs and immediately started trying to smell whatever it was he was making, sitting up and straightening your clothes out. You probably looked like a mess and yet you felt on top of the world. You wet your lips before stalking after your husband, trying best to avoid the creaks on the stairs on your tiptoes and walking behind him at his position in the kitchen and slinking your arms around his chest, leaning up to place kisses on his shoulder, or anything close.

He laughed and tilted his head around at you, hand still on a frying pan making what smelt like pancakes. “Missed you,” you murmured into his skin, stepping back from your tiptoes, arms still tied around him. “Only been gone a minute, I’m still here. What happened to breakfast in bed?” he asked curiously, wanting to spoil you and yet here you were attached at the hip, wanting to help him in any way you could. You moved beside him, facing the stove, Cody no longer feeling the warmth of your arms around him. “I know baby, ‘m sorry. Ik mis je,” you repeated your words in Dutch. He grinned at you, a wide grin that spanned across his face and from ear to ear. “You’re learning dutch?” he questioned, gleaming eyes flickering between you and the pan in front of him. “Hard not to when I have a dutch husband,” he rolled his eyes and pushed you back gently, surprised at you learning his native language.

“What you cooking?” you hummed. “Pancakes. You wanna flip them?” you bit your lip, frowning. “It will probably end up on the ceiling or the floor, Cody. Are you sure?” he nodded, his eyes trained on the pan as he handed it to you, twisting his body and carefully allowing you to adjust your grip on the handle. You moved it up and down gently, the batter not even moving. Cody chuckled. “I’ll help you,” he said, moving his hand over the top of yours and helping you move it. The batter flew into the air and you shrieked as it started falling back down, Cody moving you both over to a different segment of the kitchen to catch it as it fell. You facepalmed and in fits of hysteria, said, “I’m never doing that again, I’ll leave the pancake making to you chef.”

He smiled and waved you off as you walked out of the kitchen and back to your joint bedroom, a few minutes later being welcomed in by your husband with two trays balanced on either hand. You covered your mouth with your hand to stop laughing and possibly distracting him. “Did you drop anything?” you chuckled, he just turned his head away, smiling and then placing the trays on either respective bedside tables; then pointed at his chest. “Spilt some nutella over me, don’t even know how,” you shrieked at him, moving closer to inspect it and wiping it off with your finger. “Good thing I didn’t wear my shirt, that would’ve been stained,” you nodded, then quipped back, “I’m definitely not complaining.” He rolled his eyes, placing the tray on his lap.

“I got us both chocolate pancakes, didn’t know if you were in a lemon ‘n’ sugar mood,” you nodded at him, looking down at your breakfast. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought he was a professional chef, not a footballer. In front of you was a wrapped pancake, melted nutella chocolate seeping out of it as well as sugar sprinkled over it, a few berries in a small pot on the side of it, and a tall glass of milk that had somehow balanced as Cody brought it up from the kitchen and all around the house on his way to you.

“Ik hou van–” he turned to look at you, half his pancake already in his mouth and lips covered in chocolate as he messily ate. “Ik hou van jou?” you nodded, pointing at him. “That’s it, what does it mean again?” he grinned and you vice versa, smirking coyly at him, just wanting to hear him say it. “I love you,” you nodded cockily, turning back to your pancakes before repeating it back to him, “Ik hou van jou.”

He paused for a second, just looking at you with awe in his eyes, you didn’t see. Too busy ensuring the chocolate didn’t drip down onto the duvet, humming in pleasure occasionally. “This is so good!”

If you were looking at him, you would have seen the way he looked at you, his mouth slightly agape as if shocked by your existence, eyes sparkling at the sight of you; like you were the sun and the moon and all he ever wanted in life. If you were looking at him, you would have seen the way he celebrated after winning the final, kissing his cross and pointing to the sky, but then raising his hand to his lips and kissing his wedding ring, trying to scour the area for you in the crowd; eyes scrunched up, smiling with his eyes, and unable to stop the way his face lifted at the sight of you.

He returned to eating his own pancake, mimicking you in an attempt to also not let the duvet be stained with chocolate. You had already moved onto your last fruit in the small bowl, a raspberry, your favourite and you chucked it into your mouth, cheeks puffing out and wetting your lips. You looked over at Cody, just finishing up with his pancake, chocolate covering his mouth and you laughed, pointing at your lips as a gesture for him to clear it off with a tissue or something. He just rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss, both of your chocolate covered lips making the other’s so much more worse and yet you did so, laughing and grinning at him before wetting your lips and going to wipe the remainder of chocolate off with a tissue conveniently on your bedside table.

“Are you wiping my kiss off?” he accused, mouth wide open in fake horror, you scoffed, leaning in towards him again under the guise of kissing him again, but wiped his lips with the tissue instead. He turned away from you as if offended before returning with his hands around the back of your head, trying to pull you towards him. You wiped your own lips of chocolate quickly, he scoffed, pulling you in. “You’re gonna have to kiss me again now, seeing as you wiped it off.” You grinned and obliged, peppering his face with kisses. “Let me feed you,” you giggled, then picked up a blueberry from his tray, moving it towards his mouth which he opened courteously, tongue stuck out flat. You dropped it and he drew it back into his mouth, chewing on it quickly with all his attention remaining on you. You stuck your tongue out back at him, watching as he copied your actions again.

“That’d be a good celebration, y’know. Next time you score a goal you need to stick your tongue out and dedicate it to me,” he glared at you, finishing off his meal and placing the tray on his bedside table, then jabbed a finger at you. “I always dedicate my goals to you,” you shrugged, picking up your glass and placing it to your lips, swallowing the milk in several gulps; at which point one of your front hairs swayed into your face, threatening to stick itself into your glass. Cody swiftly noticed and tucked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss to your cheek as you lowered the glass and set it back on the bedside table. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, continuing when a coy smile popped up on your face.

“Even when you are a domkop sometimes,” you twisted your face up, he looked at you as if in half-shock, but half-impressed. “Do you know what that means?” he interrogated, eyes narrowing. You shook your head. “Just assumed it was something mean, it doesn’t sound very affectionate,” he laughed as you repeated the word back to him. “It means you’re so smart,” he lied, for which you raised your eyebrows at him. “Yeah sure,” you nodded, then scoffed. “You’re too good at english that I can’t even bully you back,” he gave a half-attempted chortle, downing his own drink and then gesturing for you to hand your tray over to him.

“No wonder you’re so tall, it’s all that milk you’ve been drinking,” he rolled his eyes, waving you off. “Shut up,” he said, you handed your tray to him carefully, for which he then stacked one on top of the other and left the room in silence, going back down the kitchen to place both trays by the kitchen sink for later. “What do you think our kids would be like?” you asked him when he came back. He looked at the ceiling in thought before facing you again, both of your heads resting on pillows, bodies turned to the other’s. “With my height?” he asked. “Or with languages?” he asked, again. You bit your lip, shrugging. “Everything.”

“I hope they have your eyes,” he laughed, you smiled, imagining it. “What would you wanna call them?” Cody paused momentarily, humming to himself in thought. “Niek if it’s a boy, Florens if it’s a girl,” you grinned. “You’ve thought about this?” he cocked his head at you, frowning. “Why wouldn’t I think about my future children with my beautiful wife?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Come here you domkop,” you leaned in for the kiss, smiling into it.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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ghostflowerdreams · 3 months

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British Phrases/Slang

In writing, colloquialism works by using common terms and phrases to create a sense of authenticity and informality, which can enhance dialogue. For this reason, I'm making a short list of what I've seen and heard in British television, film, and books.

Taking the mickey (out of someone): Teasing or making fun of someone.

Example: "Are you serious, or are you just taking the mickey?"

Knickers in a twist: Getting upset or overly worried about something.

Example: "Don't get your knickers in a twist; it's just a minor issue."

Full monty: The whole thing or complete package.

Example: "I want the full monty – don't leave anything out."

On the blink: Not working properly.

Example: "My computer's on the blink; I need to get it fixed."

Sod's law: The idea that if something can go wrong, it will.

Example: "Of course, it started raining right after I washed the car – sod's law."

Off one's trolley: Crazy or insane.

Example: "Did you hear what he said? He must be off his trolley."

Lost the plot: Became confused or irrational.

Example: "I have no idea what he's talking about; he's completely lost the plot."

Bob's your uncle (and Fanny's your aunt): It's basically 'there you have it'. It is used to convey that something is very easy or straightforward, and that success or a positive outcome is guaranteed. The addition of "and Fanny's your aunt" is often used for humor and emphasis, without changing the meaning significantly.

Example: "Just turn the key, and Bob's your uncle – the car starts."

Example 2: "Just follow these instructions, and Bob's your uncle, and Fanny's your aunt, you're done!"

Taking the biscuit: Going too far or being unreasonable.

Example: "Asking me to work on a Sunday? That really takes the biscuit!"

Arse over elbow: Tumbling or falling over.

Example: "He tripped on the pavement and went arse over elbow."

Pop one's clogs: Die or pass away.

Example: "If I don't get enough sleep, I feel like I might pop my clogs."

Spend a penny: Go to the bathroom.

Example: "I need to spend a penny before we leave."

Throw a spanner in the works: Cause a disruption or problem.

Example: "The unexpected delay really threw a spanner in the works."

Throw a wobbly: Have a temper tantrum or get upset.

Example: "She'll throw a wobbly if she finds out we lost her keys."

Chuffed to bits: Extremely pleased or proud.

Example: "She was chuffed to bits when she got the promotion."

Flog a dead horse: Waste time on a hopeless cause.

Example: "Trying to fix that old computer is like flogging a dead horse."

Up the duff: Pregnant.

Example: "She's up the duff and expecting a baby in the spring."

On the pull: Trying to attract someone romantically.

Example: "He's always on the pull when we go out to the bars."

Example: "He's dressed up tonight; he's definitely on the pull."

Pear-shaped: To go wrong or fail unexpectedly.

Example: "After weeks of planning, the project went completely pear-shaped when we realized we had underestimated the budget."

The bee's knees and the cat's whiskers: Something excellent, outstanding, or the best of its kind.

Example: "This new phone is the bee's knees and the cat's whiskers – it has all the latest features."

All mouth and no trousers: Someone who talks confidently or boasts but fails to follow through with actions or achievements.

Example: "He talks a big game, but when it comes to actually doing something, he's all mouth and no trousers."

A storm in a teacup: A small or insignificant issue that is blown out of proportion.

Example: "Don't worry about that argument; it's just a storm in a teacup."

Have a butcher's (at something): To take a look at something; derived from "butcher's hook," which rhymes with "look."

Example: "Can I have a butcher's at your new phone?"

A stone's throw away: Very close in proximity; a short distance.

Example: "The shop is just a stone's throw away from here."

Bee in your bonnet: An idea or obsession that someone can't stop talking about.

Example: "He's got a bee in his bonnet about recycling; he talks about it all the time."

Mum's the word: Keep a secret; don't say anything.

Example: "I know about the surprise party, but don't worry, mum's the word!"

Cut the mustard: To meet a required standard or expectation.

Example: "His performance didn't quite cut the mustard, so he didn't get the promotion."

Bugger all: Nothing at all; absolutely nothing.

Example: "I've got bugger all to do this weekend."

Bag it up: Prepare or get ready.

Example: "Bag it up, mate – we're heading out."

On the ball: Alert, attentive, or quick to understand.

Example: "She's always on the ball at work."

Bits and bobs: Various small items or things.

Example: "I picked up a few bits and bobs from the store."

Knock it on the head: Stop doing something or take a break.

Example: "Let's knock it on the head for today; we can continue tomorrow."

Taking the piss: Teasing or mocking someone.

Example: "Are you serious, or are you just taking the piss?"

I'm pissed: Drunk or intoxicated from alcohol.

Example: "I had a few too many drinks at the pub, and now I'm pissed."

Example 2: "At the pub quiz, Sarah confidently shouted out 'Elephant' as the answer to every question. When asked why, she just grinned and said, 'I may be a bit pissed, but who doesn't love elephants? They're the answer to everything!'"

Bent as a nine-bob note: Dishonest or fraudulent.

Example: "That deal sounds bent as a nine-bob note."

Give us a bell: Call or contact me.

Example: "If you need anything, give us a bell."

Tickety-boo: Going well or in good order.

Example: "Everything is tickety-boo with the project."

Budge up: Move over or make room.

Example: "Budge up; make some space for me on the sofa."

Flog it: Sell or get rid of.

Example: "I need to flog my old clothes at the market."

Bloody hell: An expression of surprise or frustration.

Example: "Bloody hell, did you see the size of that spider?"

Full of beans: Someone is lively, energetic, and full of enthusiasm. It is often used to describe someone who is in high spirits or has a lot of energy.

Example: "Goodness, you're full of beans this morning!"

Wind your neck in: To tell someone to stop being nosy, interfering, or to mind their own business.

Example: "Maybe you should wind your neck in and not jump to conclusions about my friendships."

Wind-up merchant: Refers to someone who enjoys teasing, provoking, or playing pranks on others to elicit a reaction.

Example: "Oh, don't take it seriously; he's just a bit of a wind-up merchant."

Can't be arsed: Is used to convey a lack of motivation, interest, or willingness to do something.

Example: “I can’t be arsed with doing the assignments.”

What a load of poppycock: Is an expression used to dismiss something as nonsense or absurd.

Example: “They are changing the offside rule? What a load of poppycock!”

Chocka: Is short for “chockablock”, which is most often used when talking about something that’s completely packed, like a jammed road.

Example: “I’ll be home in ten, love, hit a chocka!”

A few sandwiches short of a picnic: Is a humorous way of saying that someone is not very intelligent or mentally sound. It can also imply that the person may be lacking common sense.

Example: “Perhaps it’s best not to task them with this. They’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic.”

To bodge: Is to mend, or repair something clumsily.

Example: "Bob forgot his toolbox, so he had to bodge a fix for the leaky pipe using chewing gum until the plumber arrived."

That's rubbish: When something is of poor quality, disappointing, or not good.

Example: "I thought the film was rubbish – the plot was weak, and the acting was terrible."

Happy as a pig in muck: Very happy.

Example: "I'm as happy as a pig in muck with all these new books to read."

Were ya born in a barn: Is used as a playful or humorous way to chide someone for not closing a door behind them.

Example: “I just got it warm in here, were ya born in a barn?”

Not give a monkey’s (uncle or toss): Not caring at all about something, being indifferent, or not attaching any importance to a particular situation.

Example: "I don't give a monkey's about what they think."

Making a right pig’s ear of something: Refers to a task or situation that has been poorly handled or executed.

Example: "You've made a right pig's ear of that plumbing job!"

You’re peckin’ me ‘ead: When someone is annoying, bothering, or getting on your nerves.

Example: "Would you give it a rest, you’re peckin’ me ‘ead!"

Curtain twitcher: Refers to a person who is overly nosy or prying, someone who frequently peers out of their window, often through the curtains, to observe the activities or affairs of their neighbors.

Example: "She's a real curtain twitcher, always watching and commenting on everyone else's business."

Half past: Is a way of expressing the time, particularly when indicating that it is 30 minutes past the hour on a clock.

Example: If someone says, "It's half past three," they are stating that the time is 3:30.

Innit: Is a contraction of "isn't it" and is often used to seek agreement or confirmation. It's an informal way to tag a statement, turning it into a question or seeking validation.

Example: "It's a nice day, innit?"

Smarmy: Is used to describe someone who comes across as scheming or untrustworthy.

Example: "I don't trust him – he's a smarmy geezer."

Swot: Is used to describe someone who studies hard, is diligent in their academic pursuits, or is generally focused on their work or studies. It is similar to "nerd" or "geek" in American English. It's sometimes used in a mildly derogatory manner to refer to someone who is perceived as overly studious.

Example: "She's always buried in her books, a real swot."

Bagsy: Is used as a way of claiming or reserving something for oneself. It's similar to saying "dibs" in American English.

Example: "Does anyone want thi—"

"Bagsy!"

Builder's tea: Refers to a strongly brewed cup of tea that is typically enjoyed by construction workers or builders during their breaks. It's characterized by being a simple, no-nonsense cup of tea with milk and sugar, often designed to provide a quick and energizing break.

Example: "A bacon sandwich and a builder's tea. Now that's a proper breakfast."

Dog's dinner (or dog's breakfast): Is often used to describe something that is disorganized, messy, or done in a haphazard and unattractive manner. It can refer to both physical appearance and, more commonly, to a situation or event that is poorly executed.

Example: "You've made a real dog's dinner of this room!"

Kip: Refers to sleep or a short nap. It's a casual way to express the act of resting or taking a quick snooze.

Example: "I'm feeling tired, so I'm going to have a quick kip before we head out for the evening."

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Number 42 from this prompt list.

A/n: Steve, Robin and reader all live together cuz that’s the dream.

“Steve.”

“Steevee.”

“Steeevvvveee- you know I think he’s dead.” Robin jokingly assumed, looking over her shoulder at you with a cheeky grin. You scoffed, looking over her hunched form at your friend with the perfect hair who totally wasn’t drooling on his pillow, snoring obnoxiously loud that you were half tempted to smother him with his own pillow. “Let me try something.” You told Robin, reaching down to lightly pinch Steve’s nose, watching as he began to struggle; his brown eyes shot open where they trailed up the arm of the person that had been pinching his nose where he saw that it was just you and Robin dressed in nothing but pyjamas before briefly remembering the pressure upon his nose and promptly smacked your hand away.

“What the hell were you trying to do? Kill me?” Steve said as he rubbed his nose, give you both weird looks as he sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean yeah that’s what we were originally going for.” You shrugged, amused as Robin playfully nudges you in the side. Steve only shot you a look but you knew he loved these types of banter you threw constantly have whether it be in his car, at work or even here in his own bedroom at three in the morning as it only solidified your friendship with the dynamic duo that was him and Robin; you had boringly worked in family video longer then them, so when Keith told you that there was going to be two new hires looking for a job, you didn’t think much of it at the time but when Robin and Steve walked through those doors of the store you knew they were going to be important to you later on and you were proven right when they started their first shift.

“What’re you guys doing here anyway?” Steve asked, voice tinged with slight concern as his mind curiously wondered what your arrival at such a time could mean, his thoughts, despite fogged with sleep, were ran ramped with worries about you, Robin, Dustin, Eddie and the other kids well beings, both mental and physical. His eyes instinctually looking you both over incase there was any injuries either of you were hiding from him and yourselves unknowingly as to keep the illusion that everything was fine when it was far from it. Yet he couldn’t seem to find a single scratch, scrap nor bruise on either of you which made Steve sigh in relief that he covered up as a yawn. “We want food.” Robin said straightforward, Steve’s expression dropped to that of annoyance, “that’s it?” “Yep.” “You came here at,” Steve checked the time, squinting through the sleep that blurred his vision, “three in the morning just to ask for food? Don’t we have any in the fridge? I’m pretty sure I made sure to stock it up-“ “yes we have food but me and Robin aren’t too chuffed with the idea of having to do the preparation, the cooking, so on and so forth-look just answer the question dipshit it’s a simple yes or no.” You cut Steve off, slightly agitated and albeit a little hungry.

“So you want me to cook?” “No! We wanna head out to the nearest store and get junk food but neither of us have a car and you do.” Robin butted in this time when it became clear to you that Steve wasn’t picking up what you were putting down. “Is that all I am now that I’ve got a car? Your choir boy?” Steve asked in disbelief as you and Robin looked just shared a look for for a split second before shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe? kinda? yeah your our choir boy. Congrats.” You patted him on the shoulder as he started to get out of bed against his own body’s wishes as he rummaged his jean pockets for his car keys while you and Robin threw each other a thumbs up with the widest grins across your faces. Neither of you saw but after having found his keys,Steve stopped to smile at yours and robin’s theatrics, he acts like he hates them when in reality he couldn’t wish for better friends who’d drag him out of his bed at ungodly hours just for junk food. He would’ve never gotten this with his other friends back at school, not a chance; it was another reason why he damned himself for not finding you both earlier in his life because if this is what he has to endure for the rest of his life then he’d gladly venture to find you both again and again as though you were bonded for life as platonic soulmates.

Alright, alright, let’s get you two your junk food so I can get back to my beauty sleep.” Steve called, standing up from his crouching position to walk out of the bedroom with you and Robin following soon after like little ducklings following their mother. “I call shotgun.” Robin cried as you ventured out towards the car, not caring who she woke up. You groaned, “come on Robin you always get shotgun! When do I get shotgun! Steve I want shotgun!” You looked to Steve, tugging his arm playfully as he laughs, managing to get his arm out from your grasp so he could put it over your shoulders, bringing you into his side as he talked to you in a low whisper. “You can get shotgun when we get back, deal?” He offered you his hand that you eagerly took without a second thought. “Deal.” “Come on you two I‘lol be dead by the time you get over here!” Robin cried as she waited by the car for you two impatiently causing you and Steve to laugh in response.

‘Yeah,’ Steven thought as he watched you run over to Robin with the widest grin across your face, waiting on him, ‘this is the life.’

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picnokinesis · 10 days

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Hi!

(A mild panic on the topic of: This is not a question, oh god, this is NOT a question. This is a recommendation of a fandom at BEST.)

So I was reading a fic one day and my brain went very quickly in succession:

a) /Oh/, this is the good stuff

b) No wonder you think so, remember spydoc telepathy edition (And you, Taka, are like an ambassador of that land in my mind)

c) Actually many fics from this fandom are like this

d) Do we think…?

So I had two facts:

1. This is a thing someone I have a great respect for would probably enjoy.

2. There was no indication Taka has seen or engaged in the fandom of Pacific Rim. Despite its notoriety in this neck of the woods due to the concept of drifting in particular.

And what I am doing with those facts is telling you this. I think you are great and I think you would like the fics of Pacific Rim. So if you feel like checking it out, it’s very low effort on entrance. Only one movie to see. Or two. Depends who you ask.

Here are two excerpts to judge for yourself. (Is this a spoiler? I know people for whom this would be a spoiler. For me it’s a tester.)

1) What’s a Little B&E Between Friends? By VoiceOfNurse (Part 20, Chapter 1)

No need to reach for the void, when he was so complete, nestled up against the part of Them that was Hermann.

…safe…

Newt was aware, in as much as Hermann was aware. It was difficult to separate himself out, when Hermann’s mind was locked around him like a steel trap made of numbers and chalk dust and spite. They were one organism in two parts- four lungs, drawing breath, two hearts beating in time. There was cold, and there was pain, but it was far away.

There is no room for (masters-monsters-precursors) here. They are (insects-vermin-insignificant) when faced with (memory-language-connection). We are (brilliant-unstoppable-rockstars). We are (music-logic-science). We are (Newt-and-Hermann) and they are nothing.

2) What’s a Little B&E Between Friends? By VoiceOfNurse (Part 20, Chapter 2)

They were Drifting. Tendo couldn’t quite work out the whys and hows of it, especially now that he was being bitten to within an inch of his fucking life, but he was certain. He’d hurt Hermann by moving too fast, probably jostled the guy’s leg, actually, which was folded weirdly under him with Newt on top, but the closest set of teeth bit him. Newt wasn’t even conscious in the traditional sense of the word, but Hermann was. Hermann was, and apparently Newt’s teeth were available to rectify the situation. Newt’s urges, too, because Tendo didn’t really picture Hermann as a biter.

HELLO MY FRIEND oh my days I'm SO sorry but I'm laughing so much because this probably happened because tumblr search function is useless but 'no indication' sksksksk, oh my sweet summer child: here's the pacific rim tag on my blog LMAO - or, even better, the entire pacrim au I came up with for s12 of doctor who one time. Also. Also. Buddy. This is so funny, I love you so much. Are you aware that I'm obsessed with the works of one of the biggest Pacific Rim fanfic writers ever? I did, to be fair, literally take their name off my blog description yesterday to replace it with Bloodywood instead, and I'm more on the Stargate Universe side of things these days - but cleanwhiteroom is one of my favourite authors, and I read Designations Congruent with Things before I touched any of their Stargate material. If, my dear anon, you've not heard of cwr, then I really highly recommend their stuff, but I'll add a link below and see if I can dig up the other fic that I really loved from back in the day. Thank you for the fic rec though!! Those excerpts look excellent haha, I shall check that fic out when I get chance because you're absolutely right I love that kind of thing.

(also, absolutely DELIGHTED that you read this sort of stuff and thought of me - that is SUCH an honour oh my days! Like...rancid spydoc telepathy ambassador....what a title, I'm dead chuffed at this haha bless you!)

I think this is just so funny to me because - you couldn't possibly know this, of course, but like you know where I got this from? This love for writing weird, messed up mental connections between people?

Pacific Rim fanfiction HAHAHAHAHA

(and, later SGU - but I mean, mostly just cleanwhiteroom tbh. I was 16yo and I imprinted okay. But there were also other fics too, and they had an influence. Guh, Newt/Hermann post-drift fics are PEAK man)

Okay but actually let me tell you the story of how I got into pacrim because I think it's hilarious. So most people get into fandoms by like, yknow. Watching the film, reading the book, seeing the show, etc. I mean, how else would you do it? I'll tell you how. I was pottering about on deviantArt, back in the the grand old year of - oh, it must have been 2014. 2015? Something like that. Anyway, I stumbled across some Newt and Hermann fanart, and I didn't know the fandom but I was intrigued and REALLY liked the artstyle (I think the artist was feriowind?) - anyway I went on their profile and was MORE intrigued when I found they'd done some gorgeous cover art for THIS FIC, which got me so curious that I decided to read it. Without having watched the film. What I did was: read the plot summary on wikipedia, watched a couple of newt and hermann fanvids/clips (LIKE THIS ONE) so I could see them/hear their voices right, and then just blitz on through the fic with google images open in another tab so I could google thing like 'the shatterdome' and 'the LOCCENT pacific rim' and stuff like that for visual reference SKKSSK. Damn this is a throwback, I'm having a great time. ANYWAY. Read the fic. Loved it. Read the sequel. LOVED IT. Started looking for more fanart and stuff like that - and found a bunch of people kept on mentioning this fic called Designations Congruent with Things. Searched it up, found it on ao3, read the first 6 chapters and it almost melted my brain LMAO so I stopped. Then I couldn't stop thinking about it and I came back to it and oh my days. Oh my days. It fully rewrote my brain and DAMN I was obsessed. By this point I was vibrating in place at the mere thought of actually SEEING THE FILM, YKNOW. The film I'd read hundreds of thousands of words of fanfic about. Anyway, my friend who got secret santa for me that year literally had the easiest job on the planet HAHAHAHA so I watched it on Christmas Day and it was so so funny because like. You probably are aware of how much damn lore this film has. Like I knew the names of most of the jaegers that aren't even mentioned in the movie, I knew about Caitlin Lightcap and Sergio D'onofrio, but I had NO IDEA what was extended canon and what was fanon and what was actually. Y'know. In the film. So when I watched it I was like BUT WHERE'S LIGHTCAP for most of it HAHAHAH, but yeah it was great. SO GREAT. Guh I love the concept of the drift SO SO MUCH it's absolutely fascinating and just. AHH!! So so good.

Anyway. Absolutely losing it, bless. Sorry this is all over the place, I'm very tired but my goodness. Yes. Talk to me about drift bonds any day of the week, I'm here for it. If you want cleanwhiteroom fics, you can find them here. I linked the other one above, but there were a couple of others I read too...like I read a LOT of fics, and this was before I had an ao3 account rip so I don't have it in my fic reading history. There was one called Occam's Razor that I read a lot of, but I don't think I finished it. OH but I also liked this one (that i thought I found but it turned out to be the wrong one, am looking again now lol), from after Pacific Rim 2!! Which, as a film, I mostly consider to just be like. A fanfic with an exceptionally high budget ksksksks so yknow. I don't hate it because I don't consider it canon as much as I consider anything outside the original film canon. ANYWAY LOVE YOU

#SKSKSKSK I'M JUST LAUGHING SO MUCH I'M CRYING #BLESS YOUR HEART #i mean you're not wrong!! you are in fact absolutely right!!!#i definitely would enjoy this fandom!!!#taka replies #anon #pacific rim #<- here's my tag if you need it on mobile #cwr #cleanwhiteroom #cwr influenced so much of my writing style it's unreal #literally had a comment today mentioning that exactly phenomenon which ALSO made me cackle #bless you guys hahahaha #needed this today #thank you for bringing me a lot of joy #i love remembering old hyperfixations #fic #fic rec #long post

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magnuficent76 · 1 year

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Summary: Wanted to write, so I did! Lockett and Marsi have gotten horribly lost once again ! Woop woop.

Characters used: Lockett (Luis); Marsi (Marshmallow); Some new friends…

Words: 4k 915 words !!

Warnings: (Almost) freezing to death, light mentions of blood.

Author notes: Whenever something is in brackets [like this], it's because the character is speaking a different language ! Keep that in mind for when you read through this bc it pops up a bit :3 there's also a dictionary at the very end of any words used that don't actually mean anything in english. Story under cut !

Sequel to this

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Once upon a day, there were two small titans walking across the tundra.

The two had been travelling for a very long time. The older brother, Lockett, walked in the front, guiding the smaller one through snow diligently. It had been frigid for days, and food was almost done with. They were both hungry, but neither could bring themselves to actually eat, should the threat of not being able to in an important moment ever rise.

Marsi squeezed his sibling's hand tightly as the wind swept across his face. On the tip of his ears and underneath his nose small icicles began forming. Lockett could feel him shaking, to the point where it was starting to drag down the woollen coat he wore. He stopped in his tracks, crouching down to be at eye level with him.

"How are you feeling? Is the cold too much?" Lockett asked, pulling the large coat back on Marsi's little form. "I could give you my coat if it helps." The small titan sniffled, shaking his head vigorously.

"I don't want you to be cold too. I can-" Before he could finish, a sneeze escaped through his nose. The shaking seemed to intensify as well. "I can tough it out,"

Lockett checked his temperature, and the corners of his mouth tugged into a frown. It was hard to tell if he was sick, but regardless, he was most definitely cold. Another thing to worry about once they find a village. Without another word, he scooped Marsi into his coat, cradling him so he wouldn't fall through. He still wiggled, in weak attempts to get away.

"No!" Marsi protested, "I'm fine!- I don't need you to carry me-"

"Marsi." He said, in a sterner voice than he normally used. "You're cold, and your feet aren't protected enough, you could get frostbite here. I don't get cold, so I can manage us both, okay?"

After a moment of silence, the smaller one sniffled again, and arranged himself against the crook of his brother's neck. "Okay…"

Back to walking.

The added weight of his brother made it harder to navigate through the many layers of snow beneath his paws, but he pressed on regardless. Scanning the fields around him, Lockett tried to pinpoint any possible points of interest they could go to. As far as his vision allowed, it seemed that there was only snowfall for at least two more hours of walking, a grove of thin, dead trees up the north, maybe a frozen river if they were to wander further, and no sign of life outside of the two. A sigh left his lips, and he decided their best bet would be to continue walking east. The forest would be dangerous in their current condition, and civilization seemed like a scarce option seeing where searching for that has landed the two of them so far. The possibility of a river meant they could fish for food, gather up water and rest for a day, even if it'd take longer than the latter option.

Unbeknownst to both brothers, a creature did stalk them through the white blankets of the tundra.

Black, beady eyes poked through the frozen ground, reflecting minimal light off its surface. It watched the two boys with interest, following them slowly, soundlessly, readying itself to strike when the time came. Smelling the air, the creature chuffed at the scent in their tracks, their unaware exhibition to a hungry predator.

The massive tomarath crept up behind them, not daring to strike just yet. The bear-like creature waited for an opportunity, clacking its jaws together at the prospect of food.

Lockett's eyes widened, and he froze. His ears twitched around hastily, listening to the crunching of snow not too far behind, and a familiar, dangerous clack that could only be described as teeth clattering against each other. He held his brother closer, and turned around, scanning the ground for the carpetine beast.

A silence filled the air. Between the falling flakes of frost and the creature's camouflage, chances of escaping this situation fully were highly scarce.

"Marsi," He whispered, putting a hand on his sword's grip. His breath was suddenly hitched, and his eyes were unable to stay in one place as he anxiously tried to locate the tomarath. "Marsi, I'm gonna put you on the ground, and you're going to have to run, fast as you can, okay?"

"What's going on-?" Marsi replied, fear creeping in his voice. His ears were flat against his head, and he turned around quickly as a particularly large snow mound crept closer and closer still. "Lockett-?!"

"RUN!" Lockett yelled, dropping him to the ground and swinging at the creature.

The tomarath shrieked, and stopped its lunge as the sword almost hit its head. It growled, keeping itself to the ground as it surrounded the titan with its long body. Marsi ran as fast as his legs could bear to take him, a small fiery trail following along as a result. His roughened breathing caused smoke to form in front of his face, making it hard to see much, but by the time he stopped, he was already miles away. He hid underneath a snow mound, and waited, shivering for a very long time, both out of fear and out of cold.

Lockett observed the beast's movements, keeping eye contact all the way as he extended his sword forward to keep it out of his personal zone. This tomarath had seen better days— shaggy white hairs followed its body down to the back legs, with several patches seemingly having been scratched out, scarred even. Arrows were plunged into its left front leg, leaving it walking with a limp. It must've run into people before, which must mean there's hunters of some kind nearby. Shelter.

His thoughts were interrupted as the beast lunged forward again, claws exposed and ready to tear. He dodged by inches, having some of his jacket's sleeve cut. Underneath, a sliver of sapphire blue blood slithered down his arm. He picked himself up, and countered with a hefty blow to the creature's head, managing to crack one of its massive fangs. It reeled itself back, stunned by the sudden pain.

"YEAH, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, KITHAR? YOU SCARED?" He spat out, raising his arms above his head to make himself even larger. The beast must've taken illy to that, because right after, it lunged again, trying to smack his sword out of his hands. Lockett refused to give in, rolling to the side and hitting them with a solid slash, drawing some blood off the creature. It growled, swiping furiously at his legs and clattering its teeth in warning. 'You are making a mistake', it must think, 'You are nothing compared to me'. Lockett runs around it, then throws a heavy rock at its head.

"COME ON THEN, DOG! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!"

The tomarath roared agonisingly loud before jumping on Lockett once more, this time leaving little windows for defence. It loomed over him, growling as its drool fell down its mouth, ready to take a large bite out of his face as he struggled to get his arm out of the crushing grip it had over it.

Breathing heavily, Lockett used his free arm to repeatedly smack its face, trying to hit its eyes to no avail. It clenched its jaws onto his shoulder, thrashing its head around to rip a piece of it off, and it made him scream out in desperation- A shrill, piercing cry echoed through the tundra. Through a scream and pulsating adrenaline, Lockett broke the tomarath's bottom jaw wide with one concentrated punch, making it get off him scrambling with moans of pain. He followed it, barely being able to lift the dull sword over his head and onto the creature's body twice more. It wasn't enough to kill it, but it retreated at last, running off to the distance with an even greater limp than before.

"YEAH, AND DON'T COME BACK! I'LL RIP YOUR DAMNED TEETH OFF ONE BY ONE YOU OVERSIZED EXCUSE FOR A COAT!" Lockett yelled victorious and out of breath, partly for his own comfort and partly to really show it to the thing who was in charge. 'This isn't over' it called out, a mouth full of blood, 'I am going to find you again. And this time, there won't be a thing you can do'. He chose to ignore it.

Promptly after, he placed a weak hand over the mauled shoulder. Blood flowed to his clothes, down to the floor. He let himself plummet face first into the snow after a few seconds, turning the white covered snow a pungent blue. He was breathing still, thankfully, but he couldn't tell for how much longer.

Out of the wound, once that deep indigo colour stopped spilling, a black substance started blocking in the wound. Lockett winced, but didn't move, feeling the dark sludge clump up over the injury. It felt like cement being poured over a building's cracks, patching up the hurt but not erasing it. In a matter of minutes, it had reconstructed the wrecked shoulder, leaving in the pain regardless. He stood up slowly, his head still spinning due to all that happened.

Right. That's treated then. Now, to find Marsi- He can't be too far. He thought, starting his stride to find his little brother. I'm coming for you, please, please just hold on a little longer.

Meanwhile, Marsi's little life was burning out, like a candle by a window. He had been waiting for a while, unsure of whether or not danger had already dissipated, and cold as he could be. Any attempts of a fire he attempted to start quickly were extinguished, and running on an empty stomach just meant he hadn't much more energy to rely on.

'You could close your eyes', whispered the cold, temptingly, 'just for a moment, just to rest. Don't you feel tired?'

"No…No I can't, I'm tired, but I need to wait for my brother. We'll sleep safer together," The tiny titan muttered, curling up on himself. "He's coming to get me, I know it."

The winds blew harder, threatening to collapse the very trees that he was using for shelter. 'There is no bargaining with nature, boy' said the cold, 'You're coming with us'. Snow began to fall more still, and it began covering the hole he hid himself in.

"No! I'm not going anywhere! My brother is coming for me!" Marsi said, shoving the snow out of the hole's entrance in a futile attempt to keep it out. He couldn't feel his fingertips anymore, and he kept sneezing every few seconds. His throat felt dry, his stomach felt frigid. The inside of his body no longer held the warmth it was supposed to.

"He's coming for me, I know he is…" He held on tighter to his coat, curling into a little ball on the very deepest part of his improvised home.

Until,

'Marsi?' A voice called from far away.

"Lockett-?"

'Marsi, I'm right here for you, come out,' It said.

"Is it really you-? Brother?"

'Who else would it be, mosi? It's me, it's your brother' it kept insisting, 'Come out, I'll lead you back to warmth. Don't you trust me?'

Marsi hesitated, but just hearing that voice seemed to almost put him at ease. He felt the warmth returning, welcoming him back to normalcy. As he crawled out, he almost didn't notice how the frost fell harder on his body.

"I'm coming, Lockett! It's me! It's Marsi!" He shouted out, walking out into the vast whiteness.

'I'm here, Marsi. I'm right in front of you. Come give me a hug.' It whispered, coming from everywhere all at once.

Marsi started coughing, and his vision blurred almost completely. His feet became numb, and he fell on his side.

"Lou…" He whimpered, clutching his sides "… I'm so cold… where…"

'Shhh, shhhhh… hush now, dear brother. You're going to be okay. You won't even notice it…'

"Lou… I wanna go home."

'We're going home, okay? Together.'

"Together…"

Before he could even notice, the snowdrift had covered him completely, like a blanket of light, and he fell asleep.

Please, please be okay out there. Lockett thought, running around aimlessly looking for the little one. I can't lose you too. How far did he go? Where was he? Was he hidden? Was he well?

"MARSI!" He shouted out, as loud as his lungs allowed it, "MARSI! ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE ARE YOU? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

Far away from there, a group of explorers came across an almost frozen body.

"MARSI, IT'S ME, LOCKETT!" He kept shouting, searching even with soulsight to try and find his brother. The extended use made his nose start bleeding. "Where… Where did you go-?" He asked no one, looking around for longer still. Running around for what felt like hours through identical tree husks, the same snow covered fields, the same vast emptiness. "Please, Marsi, where are you?"

"[Is he aasyran?]" One of them says, uncovering his small frame out of the snow.

"[Not sure, but I don't think so.]" Says the other, wrapping him around their scarf.

"Hngg, spirits…" Lockett muttered, feeling the exhaustion set in on his body after finding a rock particularly comfortable, "I can't- No, no, I need to find- MARSI! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" He wasn't sure who he was screaming to anymore. His vision was hazy, all the light was confusing, it just kept getting worse.

"Marsi… anyone…"

He fell to his knees, barely being able to make out two figures not two far away.

"Please…where…"

They seemed to get closer, shining weapons drawn to his face. He couldn't make out what they were, what they were saying. At this point, it was easier not to do anything at all. He fought as much as he could. Maybe a quick death would be easier to deal with here…

"[Another one?]"

"[Are these two related-?]"

"[We'll need to make room, right? They're not in any condition here.]"

Yeah. Just a little nap through the years.

Floating through the darkness, Lockett could barely make out the shape of his hands. They were swirling, half formed, as if he was looking at them through water. Just a white outline of his body, distorted and wrong. His limbs felt numb, but not in the sense that he couldn't feel them no—it was more like he was being pricked with thousands of needles, as if his whole body had fallen asleep, but he was still awake. It was also weirdly warm.

There was a sound–multiple? He couldn't tell at this point– of someone, something calling his name. Colours were muddled together messily, spiralling, with no rhyme or reason. Then, it all became strikingly clear, horribly so.

A conjunction of reds and browns, greys and black filled the sky. Soldiers were dying, the earth was scorched, and he was unable to move. Why? Why now must he remember? Blood left his heart at an alarming rate, and things seemed to blip in and out constantly. There were screams, and smoke, and- Oh god, oh gods all his family was dead. His parents, his friends, his spouse, it was all gone, all because of-

Lockett!

LOCKETT!

LOCKETT.

Lockett woke up in a cold sweat, ripping the blankets off of him and throwing them to the furthest side of the room, hugging himself tightly in an attempt to calm down. It was a dream, he thought, a mere terror, it already happened and there's nothing to be done about it. Breathe. Breathe…

Feeling the anxiety dissipate, the titan took a deep breath, and finally grounded himself. It's all okay.

Now, with that out of the way.

Just where is he now?

He took a look around the room he was currently in- Great, kidnapped TWICE in the same month. New record.

Except, this time it didn't feel like he was imprisoned. No- This wasn't a cell of any kind. He was provided with a bed, a blanket, and warmth, he wasn't even chained this time. Upon further inspection, the room was also clearly designed for some kind of child, with colourful posters on the wall and toys tucked away on a corner.

Either this was the worst kidnapper of all time, or he wasn't kidnapped at all, and this is actually someone giving him shelter.

And for some reason, that's even more suspicious.

Lockett got out of bed slowly, making sure to leave it made as well in case this new captor isn't fond of messes. He looked around the room more carefully, analysing the posters on the wall and the many decorations— It was neat, but with some hastily done cleaning on certain spots. The wardrobe was used, with the paint used to cover it being scratched and peeling off on the corners and bases. One of the handles was also missing, which can only be because someone was way too rough while opening it. There were constellations and flowers drawn on the ceiling, on some of the walls, and even engraved in the furniture. The toys all seemed to be in well taken care of condition, assembled on shelves and inside the box in a particular order. All things considered, now a bad bedroom at all, being clearly meant to be used by a child, but why was he specifically here?

That question would have to wait. His bag was kept inside the wardrobe, but his sword was missing. Shit. Well, I guess that if anyone tries to mess with him now, they'll just have to talk to his fists then.

Lockett approached the door, uncertain if it would be open at all, or if he should even attempt to leave. On one hand, his brother was out there somewhere by himself, he couldn't be wasting time pleasing the same people who kidnapped him, but on the other hand, perhaps it'd be possible to negotiate an agreement with these guys? There wasn't much time to weigh out the pros and cons, Marsi needed him fast. He ultimately decided to just leave. After all, if he happened to stumble on his kidnappers, they could probably talk it out or something.

With a deep breath, he turned the doorknob, and…

It opened effortlessly.

Huh.

That was easy.

Too easy. Something is going on.

Putting his guard up before he left, he tried getting a bearing to what kind of house he was stuck in. Seemed like it was a residence of some kind–big family, with several rooms for each member. The problem with that theory, however, is the fact they were all labelled with signs he didn't understand, likely numbers. Maybe a hospital? And this was also the second floor.

He slowly descended the staircase, holding onto the railing with both hands for security's sake, and being as quiet as the creaky steps underneath his feet allowed him to be.

The first floor seemed to be much of the same thing, save for more open space. There were bookshelves near the walls, more posters, several chairs, and propped up weapons. What were those for? He didn't want to find out. Walking through the room, it seemed to be a living space of some kind- some kind of waiting place? For what? Maybe this really was a hospital. It made him slightly more relieved, but it was still unnerving enough to make him want to take one of the daggers off the wall.

"Marsi? Are you here?" He called out, not too loudly, as to not alert anyone else in the vicinity. "It's me, Lockett-"

Lockett walked around for a little longer, until his ears suddenly perked up with the sound of indistinct talking. Not in a language he recognized, but it wasn't in a tone of voice meant to be threatening, either. He followed the noise, eventually ending up in what seemed to be the actual proper healer's den of this space, and crouched behind some of the beds when he saw the man who was speaking.

He was very large, like an adult titan, with long blond hair trapped up in a large bundle on top of his scalp, but bone-white horns adorning the sides of his head instead of what he was used to. He seemed to wear some kind of white cloak, with pink accents decorating the sides and bottom of it. His tail was swishing peacefully from side to side as he talked to a patient- a child? It was hard to tell, his body covered them entirely.

"[There we go, little one,]" He spoke again, in a low, gentle voice. If it wasn't for the fact Lockett didn't understand a word of what he was saying, it might've even been soothing to hear. "[That should cover your injuries. Are you still feeling cold? We could get you closer to the fireplace if you'd like!]"

"Thank you for the patches mister," Marsi-! "But uhm, I don't think I know what you're saying. My brother speaks a lot of languages, maybe you could talk to him instead!"

Hearing Marsi's voice again was a relief, but he seemed confused, was he in danger? Unlikely, but the healer man being so close was still setting off alarms in his head. Without thinking twice about it, Luis came out of his hiding spot and extended the knife forward-

"HEY, YOU!"

The man turned around, finally giving Lockett a glimpse of his face. He had a long, greying beard tied into one single braid, with his moustache hair having little ribbons on the ends of it, and glasses, as if he didn't look enough like a nerd. On his forehead, there were two more horns, significantly smaller than the ones on the back. This man must be aasyran. Lockett had met a handful back in the day, along with… eugh. Anyway,

"[Ah, you must be this little guy's brother! I'm happy to meet you. My name is Fehal'ri, what's yours?]" He spoke again, with a smile on his lips despite being threatened under knife point. This man was much larger than Lockett, so maybe he just wasn't intimidated enough… or maybe he didn't understand what he was saying either.

"Get away from my brother. Or I WILL hurt you." Lockett said warningly, approaching slowly and looking directly at Marsi. Either this guy gets the hint or he gets stabbed.

"[Hmm, you must not speak Aasyr…]" He muttered something, putting his hands up slightly and getting off the way to Marsi "[Very well. I see you look threatened, so I will allow you to converse with your brother first before we can make proper contact…please do not stab me.]"

Seeing as how the healer seemed to comply, Lockett slowly went around him, keeping eye contact locked all the way, and then grabbed Marsi, going to the other side of the room with him.

"[Oh, uhm-! I was expecting you to, ah, allow me to finish his medical check-up first-?]" The aasyran attempted to approach again, and Lockett promptly put a knife to his throat as a warning not to do so. ["Ah. Understood. My apologies. Carry on"]

He waited until he was comfortably out of zone, then pocketed the knife and gave Marsi a tight hug, almost squeezing his horns right out his skull.

"Marsi! You're okay- oh by the spirits you're okay, I'm so happy to see you… is everything alright? Did this guy hurt you? Were you okay out in the snow a little while ago?" Lockett asked in rapid succession, holding the smaller titan by the cheeks gently.

"Slow downnn!! I'm okay!" Marsi smiled, hugging his brother back "Everything is fine now. I uhm, froze a little bit back there, but this guy treated me! He's nice, don't worry. I don't understand a word of what he's saying though."

"Man, me neither. I'm just happy you're alright…" He held him tight, but guilt tugged away at his brain. He froze? How long was he out fighting that tomarath for? Was he cold? What happened? Is it because he was just too far? He shouldn't have let him go on his own, he should've-

"Lockett?"

He snapped out of it, looking down at his brother with a slight smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Was just… worried for you."

The aasyran man watched from the other side of the room, fascinated by their speech, trying to annotate anything he could understand in a little notebook. Lockett noticed, and, as he picked up Marsi to leave, he kept an eye on him.

"We're leaving now. Don't try to stop us. You will get hurt."

He didn't seem to understand, but after a moment, things seemed to click-

"[Wait! No! You can't leave yet, you're both very vulnerable, your brother is recovering from the glosel, you need to stay!]" He said, getting up suddenly and reaching out to them, which resulted in Lockett promptly slashing his fat fingers.

"[OW- Rude!]" He yelped, wiping the blood away before covering them with his other hand, which started glowing almost immediately upon making contact with the injury. "[Ugh- hold on-]" He says, reaching into one of the counters behind him to grab something. A weapon? Something to punish the two with? They're not sticking around to find out.

Lockett bolted it, holding onto Marsi as best he could as he went through the door and out into the living space. The way out must've been a corridor away, until all of the sudden-

"[Hold on now, little man!]" Some other person said from a distance, using magic to hold him in place. Panic set in, and Lockett held onto Marsi as tightly as he could. If they want to hurt his brother with their weird magic, they're going to have to go through him first.

"[Oh, thank Sol you caught him, Uri. I was really scared they were gonna get out.]" The man from before appeared, with some kind of cards underneath his arm. Oh gods, they're really gonna have a conversation now aren't they.

"[I was watchin' the whole thing happen, I figured two skittish lil' dudes like these were NOT gonna stick around for long with the way you were talking to them.]"

"[I was trying to be friendly! I thought it came through!]"

"[Hah, man it did not at all.]"

Lockett watched the two with confusion, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tried to make sense of whatever the hell these people were talking about. Inside the magic bubble made the world outside look like deeper shades of pink, with the aasyrans outside looking like warped up versions of themselves, but it wasn't that uncomfortable, to give them credit. Just annoying.

"[Look, I speak a little bit of titanic, maybe they'll warm up better with me.] Ehem…" The second person cleared their throat, crouching down to meet the titan's gaze. "Halo, mi namers ise, U.R.I.E.L. was your?

Lockett had to really squint to understand what they were saying. It was a very… foreign accent, to say the least, and it was vaguely based on what sounded like Icia Comora, a common-grounds language that his village used to trade with others.

"Ah, finally, someone I understand. Well, I'll tell you my name, but you have to take me out of this shitty bubble first." He said, as slowly as he could so the other person didn't get confused. They nodded, and said something to the healer before actually bursting the bubble, which caused him to fall through to the floor.

"Okey, this good?"

"Mm, could be a lot better. What do you two want with us?"

"Ahh," They said, trying to come up with the right way to say what they wanted, "We ar not enem. We heal. Your brot, he urt"

"Okay." He paused for a second "What do you want with us though."

"Ah," They seemed confused, as if they already stated what he wanted to know. "Err, we help? We help heal your brot. You aso urt, we help"

"Okay- we're really not getting anywhere here. Look, awesome of you to have helped, but we don't need more healing."

"Ah! But! Where go nex? Your brot, stille stick?...sok- [ugh hell on earth, how do you say this-] sic! Calt out, very icky"

Lockett thought for a while. Marsi could definitely still be sick- His healing factor isn't nearly as strong as his, and it could be a few days until they can find more civilization. Staying here could definitely be beneficial, but what would be the terms?

"...What do you think Marsi, should we trust these guys?" He asked, unbothered with the person's need to understand him now. "It could be a while until we can stay someplace like this again."

"I think these guys are pretty nice… we can probably trust them, right? They did heal me"

"Hmmm… Alright. You guys win. We're staying. What are the conditions?"

The aasyran seemed… dumbfounded by that.

"Huh?"

"You know- What's the cost? What's the catch for us living here?"

"Oh-! No no no! No cost! You cood ! God? Gud. You gud. Stay long, til heal, key?"

"...Alright. Sure."

The person seemed ecstatic, shouting out to the other person about something. Both seemed okay with the two staying here for now, so maybe this wasn't such a bad thing…

Maybe it could be like this for a while. Just some quick downtime. Then it's back to the road… soon.

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Dictionary:

Tomarath: A large arctic creature resembling that of a bear, with a longer body and fur, protruding fangs and claws.

Kithar: A shiifiice insult that basically means "cowardly" or "pathetic". Or it could just mean c☆nt. We'll never know :]

#my oc stuff #original art #magocs #solar years #original character #my art #my writing #writing #fantasy #artists on tumblr #oc: luis #oc: marsh #[these characters are them from the past !]#original writing #fantasy writing

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That new girl was weird.

Not weird in a bad way, Alm would say, just… strange.

Grandfather told him that something really bad happened to her, but he hasn’t heard of anything so bad that someone wouldn’t even talk! He told Alm to be nice to her, but he barely even knew what that meant! So here he was, taking a walk in the woods and trying to think of something to do for her. He wasn’t venturing far! Just far enough to think is all.

He chuffed a sigh, sitting down and taking in his surroundings. Tall trees, lots of sticks- maybe he could play swords with her? Nah, that didn’t seem right. Celica seemed like she wouldn’t want that- couple flowers, patches of moss…

Wait, what was that with those flowers?

Taking a closer look, it was a small collection of yellow and white flowers, all growing out of an old stump. They had a nice smell, very mild, and not unpleasant. Maybe she would like these? She seemed to dislike all the other times he talked to her. These would help a lot, probably. He wasn’t sure. Best to be safe and grab them anyways. Picking the flowers, he looked up through the undergrowth to start making his way home, and saw another vibrant flash of color out of the corner of his eye.

His jaw dropped, and the few flowers fell out of his grip.

——

Celica didn’t like this boy.

Well, at first. She didn’t think he was the nicest, just blurting out something amounting to his name and extending a dirty hand in friendship. She smiled at him, if only to be polite, before she walked away to her room.

She just wanted to be alone at that time, but Alm just wouldn’t leave her be. One day, he would be handing her a stick and trying to get her to learn swordplay. And the next would be giving her a small bouquet of bruised flowers. She really couldn’t escape him, but she didn’t mind that too much in the end. He seemed genuinely happy about whatever he talked about. Even when it was yet another story about how he and Mycen’s- no, Grandpapa’s- sheep doing something silly. He kept looking back at her, and she couldn’t help but smile at the twinkle in his eye.

She couldn’t put the words in her mouth though. They just refused to come out. Every time she tried to say something, even as small as a simple “please,” would always come up short. It wasn’t for a lack of trying, she had managed to make plenty of small noises already! Why couldn’t she just talk?

Maybe that was why, on today of all days, she allowed Alm to drag her out to who-knows-where through bushes and over dead logs. It was quite the adventure, and Alm may have slipped once or twice, but they got there in the end. When she turned past the ancient, rotted stump that Alm was standing next to, she couldn’t help but gape.

It was as if Mila herself came down and placed a blanket of silver and gold beads upon the ground of this large clearing. The tiny flowers were covering every corner of grass, waving around in the gentle breeze. In the center was an absolutely gigantic tree, draping the center of the field in a deep shade.

“So, what do you think?”

She looked at Alm. He was positively beaming at her. She couldn’t help but smile back. She yearned to ask him about how he could even find a place, but all she could manage was a satisfied hum.

“I knew you would like it!” The boy took her hand, “Come on! I haven’t even shown you the coolest thing yet!” She smiled, and dashed across the plain with him, trampling flowers as they went.

When they finally made it to the base of the tree, Celica couldn’t help but take a seat. That was some tough running, and she had to take a break. She was going to look up at Alm and ask him if she could, but he seemed nervous. About what, she couldn’t tell.

‘What’s wrong?’ She wanted to say.

Alm finally looked at her, and smiled nervously. “I’ve got a surprise for you, but you can’t tell anyone, alright?”

A surprise? Why couldn’t she tell anyone? Why was he being so cagey? What was going on?

“Mmm?” is all that came out.

His expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry,” he placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going to leave you here.”

Celica smiled.

Alm’s face brightened, “Alright. All you have to do is sit here, yeah?”

She nodded, and she crossed her legs over one of the mighty trees’ roots. Alm walked behind the trunk, and she waited.

After a few minutes, she heard a quiet bark come from her left. She turned, and-

Saw the face of a large dog. It was a good distance away; all she could make out was its muddied brown coat among the flowers. How she and Alm didn’t notice it was a wonder, it stood out like a sore thumb in this beautiful place. She took a deep breath. She was safe here, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Alm said he wasn’t going to leave her, right? She should trust him. She looked back up toward the dog, and-

It was closer.

Save for its wagging tail and doggy grin, it was as if her looking at it froze it to the spot. Celica squinted, turned her head to the side for a few moments before quickly turning back. The dog, now paralyzed by the stare of the girl, inelegantly let out a small yip when it tripped over itself.

A smile painted Celica’s face, while a giggle bubbled out of her. The dog seemed to notice this, and in complete disregard for the rules of their game, closed the distance between it and the girl. She flinched when it skidded to a stop in front of her, large claws making deep wells in the dirt. She was almost afraid that it would crash into her!

Now with a closer view, she couldn’t help but notice that upon inspection, this was no dog. He was a wolf. She had seen a small pack of them before, while traveling with Grandpapa on the way to the village, but she never got to see one this close.

There was something… off about this wolf. Celica couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way he knew how to play that little game of peekaboo? There was something behind those green eyes of his, and if she was a couple years older, she would have feared what they would have told her. For now though, Celica was content to watch this young wolf fumble about in front of her.

He seemed to consider her for a moment, before padding up next to her and nudging her right hand with his nose. She smiled again, and humored the canine with some scratches behind the ears. When she released the canine from its comfortable prison, it laid down like one of Grandpapa’s sheep. Paws out and head down, in the perfect petting position, and she wasn’t one to give up such an opportunity.

Reaching over to take advantage of the opening, she stopped. There was a small cross on the back of one of its paws. She looked back up at the wolf’s green eyes, burning with a familiar shade so close to home, and that mark.

Pieces put themselves together in her mind, fractured parts of a greater whole. She looked back at the wolf and only one thought was ringing in her mind like a church bell:

“Alm…?”

VINNY WHAT IF I CRAWLED INTO A HOLE AND DIED FOREVER. WHAT IF I SPRINTED INTO THE CLOSEST OCEAN. WHAT IF I WENT OUTSIDE AND LAYED IN TYE DIRT, WAITING FOR THE EARTG TO RECLAIM ME. WHAT THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this a lot if the last string of nonsense did not make that apparent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way you wrote them is very AUGH!!!!!!!!!! you were talking about how it was a new thing for you to write from a child’s perspective and you did a very good job!!!!!!

everything about how alm and celica interact…. alm just wanting to find some way to be nice to celica,,,,,, DALM GETTING THE PETS FROM CELICA……………………..

@crabknee LOOKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#DALM!!!!!!#asks #vinegar-on-main #in oc fic

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ok swifties i put my writing skills to an eras fanfic yes you read that correctly

My attempt an an eras fanfic lol Lol my fanfic era haha

[Based some elements on alef vernons eras art, specifically tayrealm/eras swords, this fan fic is non-canon to alef vernons work (unless you decide to get inspo from some of these scenes/stories, which i dont mind!!!) Just a big, for-fun, non-profit swiftie contribution to the fandom!!!! All stories are here on tumblr for free!!! For all the swifties (: and....Taylor??? (': ]

YUP AND SETTING IS THE LOVER HOUSE

~CHAPTER 1~

"Its been a long time coming!!!" Lover exhaled at the sight of her first order of crunchwrapped burritos rep had plopped on the table.

"You owe me, Love" rep uttered dryly, through a smile.

"Ha." chuffing coyly, lover could see right through rep, as always, knowing her edge was just for show. "I cant make any promises, but ill make you a drink." she grinned, and shyly dragged the warm package close to her.

"FOOD????" A disasterous cacophany of cowboy boots stomped down the spiral staircase. A Barely brushed, half-haggardly stumbling, debut.

"Not for you 'bu!" Rep waved over to her. "But sharing is caring!!!" debut exclaimed, "y'all know i was the first to move in here but the perks??? Dryer than snakeskin in the sahara desert. cant i get, like, special dibs on food????"

" 'Bu is right, sharing is caring!" lover scrunched her face in endearment toward debut. After all, being the youngest of the bunch, she rarely goes out too much on her own, and is always looking from the Outside. "get over here."

Wild curls, reveling in their early morning pre-brush reign, rattled and bounced as debut skipped across the living room into the kitchen.

"I ordered double,... Triple actually. i knew you and fearless would catch me now," lover winked.

"Fearless is asleep, but you can eat upstairs and bring her breakfast in bed this morning...."

"....Like a princess!" lover and debut chimed in unison.

'Bu beamed. She always had a soft spot for lover. After all. Shell never forget when she asked for all her old journals and had them organized and read out. She always had something wise to say about debuts wild shenanigans. She saw debut's wild fire almost as much as….

"HAS ANYONE SEEN THE BUTTERFLY I LEFT ON THE WINDOWSILL!?"

jars clattering and clanging can be heard from the kitchen, but its origins are far from it.

"Folklore what did you bring in the house THIS TIME!?" Rep exclaimed.

"IT WAS A RARE MORPH!" Her Footsteps slow ombre toward the kitchen, clatter and clinking of jars accompanied her.

she appeared with her typically umkept hair, yet somehow still harmonious with her tattered nightgown, always trailed by moss or leaves, despite always swearing she slept in the house the entire time (almost, at least)

"I found a rare dead monarch morph yesterday and left it by the windowsill, i hadnt preserved it yet cause i was due to go out to get some more supplies… Have any of you seen it…?"

"Listen i may be the snake of the group but i havent seen your butterfly, fol."

"Damn it!!! It was rare!!!! "

"I was THERE!" red skittered down the stairs to defend folklores lost claim.

red can usually be seen trailing behind folklore, Jittery and in endearingly awkward humor, in her squirrel pattern pijamas or squirrel morph, gathering up nuts of the chaotic kind.

"I remember it all too well... she placed it on the window sill last night."

Debut uttered a small squeak and looked at lover, while pointing to speak now's room.

Folklore caught the subtleties.

" speak now took my butterfly?"

"No…" Rep caught on.

Low rumbling Sounds emerged from speaknow's room.

"Oh…."

" its her time of month, isnt it?"

Smoke rose from the cat door as it slowly creaked open….. Scratches were heard from the door that seemed like a small pet. But Who emerged was far from it… a dragon, barely fitting the size of the door nonetheless.

"Yup" all said in unison.

"Looks like you skip breakfast today speak," Rep said.

"Yall never get me my cravings before they start!!! " she explained through her chewing. "So i had to resort to folklores room!!!" Speak rumbled, before coughing up some ash over folklore.

Omg Sorry!!! Morning voice :(

Nah, folklore waved a hand in the air. "Im covered in dirt anyways."

"But….i didnt eat the butterfly, swear. a muffled, cronching speak insisted. "Snacked on some of the wisterias though. Sorry :("

"Thats okay, i planted those for you :)"

Speak now: ……(:

"Well, then if you didnt then…."

Sounds of heaving were very audiably going down the stairs.

"Speak- speakn-n now isnt the only enchanted one here …" debut stuttered.

Yeah, we got merideth olivia, benji thats taken care of by…

An auburn cat emerges, looking sickly.

"Evermore…"

"EVERMORE YOU KNOW THOSE ARE POISONOUS!" folklore exclaimed.

"reeellalaax, im not THAT fucked in the head." evermore said through the coughs, " the butterfly? Oh thats GONE," evermore explained.

"Emergency spell last night, i have to show up for work today, and i cant show up to work LIKE THIS, im a monster on my time of month you know….. im not some fae that sprout wings once a month," she glared at folklore playfully.

"Ha, ha." Well, in MY OPINION… you should show up to work in whatever form of your nature."

"Im just as dignified;" evermore adds. but the spring lunar cycles are always that damn season for allergies…."

Folklore teased a smile. "Either way, i guess you cant pass my wrath this time."

Evermore took out a small jar of ember sap and took a sip. Smoke suddenly filled the room as a golden orb appeared around evermore, growing until she returned to her human form again.

"Thats MUCH BETTER." evermore straightened her terra cotta tone dress adjusting the frills and evergreen cape. "a temporary potion, but...As a high sorceress you think i'd get used to this by now, but im ashamed im probably still fucked in the head. I'll never remember to prep for these spring allergies."

Eras fanfic (updated 3/31/23)

-CHAPTER 2: JUMP THEN FALL-

Now that the dust had settled, the eras scattered to their respective morning dues.

Debut skittered upstairs with the breakfast burrito lover gave her and her plus one, eager to share it with her room neighbor.

Debut slowly peeked into fearless' room slowly creeped near her bed and… "…FEARLESS! BURRITO!!!"

fearless' wild curls covered her whole face, looking like a golden shrub that took over the sheets.

Debut tossed the burrito over any way, getting absorbed in the golden shrub.

"The scent should wake you up sleepyhead!!! commiting to the princess motif, arent you?"

"Mmmmhhh… whats going on…???"

Her mind caught up to the added warmth over her shoulder, and felt for its location without raising her face.

"Cmon!!! We can eat together by the patio. My burritos already getting cold!!!

Fearless finally turned over, sighing. Shes always one of the last to wake in the mornings, but was hardly ever grouchy. She tossed her hair out of her own face, and beamed deviously at debut.

"Its speak nows enchanted week right? Her time of month?"

"Yeah. She was the center of folklores butterfly fiasco this morning… Until it was evermore….."

"But thats a great excuse…." Fearless smiled.

" ....to have her fire our burritos."

debut burst out with a laugh "see ive always liked the way you think," "RACE YOU TO THE BATHROOM??? looks like ill win this time i got a head start!!!!"

"NOT ON MY WATCH !!!!" fearless sprang out of bed, and suddenly two wild golden streaks lined the hallways.

thinking they reached the bathroom, they burst in .

They bumped into the newest member of the family, and her room

Oh where are YOU TWO little rascals up to???

Ooohhh sorry midnights!!!!! We keep forgetting this rooms repurposed." Fearless looks flushed as she and debut look at eachother.

"No worries," midnights assured. She quickly turned to the erratically tweaking and ticking artisan grandmother clock she had been working on.

Ever since she moved in, Midnights room has been an enigma. Always hearing a plethora of creaks, tuning and turning gears in the middle of the night. None of the eras ever took the time to ask what was going on, and only assumed that midnights never desired to be bothered by such a question.

Now… debut and fearless wouldnt had dared step in hadnt they been serendipitously distracted by their competition… But now that they were here….

debut backed and turned away, with fearless hesitantly… turning back.

"What-…. Whatcha workin' on????"

Clinks and tinkering sounds of a pleaseant volume accompanied their conversation.

Ohhh, just a bit for a trip im taking…

"Ooohh!!!! Where are you going?? " fearless asked.

Debut tapped fearless on the shoulder. " more like when…. "

Suddenly what fearless hadnt noticed took form around her. A moving board of Maps of several time periods of each era mapped out on its cork wall, along with various equations, calculations and mysterious locations.

The room in fact was leviathan, ceilings raised up higher than the roof of the lover house itself, as well as its shape greatly mismatching. Rounded, it looked like a library belonging to an old castle rather than the refurbished bathroom fearless and debut had mistaken it for previously. walls stacked with books upon books, wooden bookshelves with a coat of midnight blue yet with edges fading. despite midnights new addition, it was as if time ran its course over them. wood embedded dividers of each section, portruding as intricate wooden carvings, lines parallelling then intertwining and streaking in parallell yet again. The heart beat of time echoing through the ceiling taken from a cathedral. The whole ambiance crisp, yet cold, as if the air from the room originated from elsewhere, as if midnights room was enchanted itself.

"Can we uhh… Take a look at your room??? Uh, weve never been here before and … It looks pretty neat." Fearless voice echoed, bouncing off the cielings. She mustered up some more confidence quickly, upon detecting midnights chilled nature.

"Sure, just dont touch anything."

Midnights spoke in a calm yet slightly stern voice, carring wisdom effortlessly with each intonation. A voice that could get even Fearless and debuts' fire to settle.

"Okay, " debut and fearless agreed.

The motioned across the room to a far corner, that had aisles of ancient looking artifacts that seemed engulfed in lore and story.

Debut and fearless could not resist, swords of different eras displayed, each with its set place to rest.

"Wow…. I never knew we had this much stuff…" Debut said in a hushed tone, in awe of the sythe before her.

"Omg look!!! Theres one for evermore and folklore too!! ….woah…. Does that mean i have one too??"

Fearless pitter pattered ahead of debut to the second aisle, And caught the glint of a golden sword..

"LOOK, Debut!! I HAVE ONE!!!!"

Debut caught up with fearless , careful to stay a safe distance from the swords.

"Lookk this is soooo cool and look you have one!!!"

Fearless' sword looked like an intricate key, while debuts looked mirrored like the surface of a lake.

She leaned in for a closer look.

"This is so neat…. " fearless' voice seemed to trail off.

"Yeah. I never knew we had this… Pretty cool. We can look more later though fearless, im actually kind of hungry…."

"Me… Tooo…." Fearless was entranced by the gleaming glint of her sword, which suddenly started glowing.

Oh my gosh, YOURE glowing!

"Yeah, its cool, the sword is doing that !!"

"No, YOURE GLOWING!"

fearless looked at her own hands and arms. Slowly, the glow overtook her whole form and brightened, enveloping her in golden light, glowing just under brightness that you could still see fearless astonishment.

"Debut!!!! Whats happening!!!"

"I dont know!!!"

From the bottom up, fearless started disintegrating, becoming golden glitter flecks that began to funnel into the fearless sword.

"FEARLESS OH MY GOD!!! MIDNIGHTS!!!"

Midnights overheard the commotion and sprang to the scene in the back of the room, taking a few moments to reach the far corner where fearless sword was.

Skittering through the last aisle, midnights exclaimed " I told you not to touch anything!!!"

"We didnt!!!" Debut and fearless said in unison, before a partly departed fearless wholly dissapeared into embellished gleams of light, warping into the center of the fearless sword.

"FEARLESS!!!!!"

debut cried. " WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!! SHE DIED DEAD, IM SURE SHE DIED DEAD!!!"

"You NEED to calm down, debut" midnights somberly put her hand on her shoulder

" i shouldve taken this into the equation..."

"What do you mean??"

Well…. Quantum entanglement. You wouldnt-

Debuts eyes glared for awnsers.

Midnights sighed. " you know that each of you have a ceartain quality to you that makes you unique right?"

"Yeah."

"And like attracts like?"

"Yeeeahh...???" Debuts brows furrowed.

"Well what if i told you... ive been masterminding with other versions of each of you that exist through space time???"

"Uhhh… Wouldnt you need PERMISSION FOR THAT???"

"well…. Thats the thing…. I didnt have time to ask for permission…."

What do you mean??? Are we in trouble???

….sort of…? You have…. A chance to be locked in this house forever if i hadnt stepped in…. Well. Except lover.

Permission was taken from us…why is just lover safe??? Whats so special about lover??? (except the fact that she is literally my MOTHER compared to y'all. Debut thinks to herself.)

"Its…. A lot to explain." The important thing for you to know is that where fearless is, is safe…. Shell be taken care of, by … Herself."

"WHAT!? SHES TRAPPED THERE ALL ALONE??? OH MY GOD HOW COULD YOU!!"

"Debut please! Im telling you… Shes not alone…. Shes with herself…. Her other self….."

-CHAPTER 3 THE FEARLESS REALM-

HEY GUYS…? where- where am i…???? Guys????"

An eerie silence filled the grass clearing.

Fearless plopped on the grass, limbs still spread as she then sat up.

A grumbling noise caught her attention.

"…Damn it. I never got to eat the breakfast burrito. "

"Yeah im never getting outta here."

"You could always touch grass" a voice echoed from the shrubbery.

"i AM touching grass." fearlessly immediately awnsered but quickly realized ... Who- what? This this strangers tomfoolery was untimely. fearless snapped, "Are you saying that literally touching grass is not enough??? what do you want me to do, eat it???"

"Sure, thats what i'd do"

Out of the bushes arrived, perhaps just in time…

"A white horse!?"

Yeah yeah, get on. Its not too late, she winked.

"Hmmm. Red taught me not to just get on any white horse though…"

"Ohh, but im not just any white horse."

The horse began to Emit an off white aura gruadually shining brighter in intensity as she clopped closer to fearless.

"More GLOWING? im getting in trouble again." fearless backed away slightly, still sitting on the soft grass, gripping it in anxiousness.

A white orb enveloped the horse, and out from it appeared a tall blonde woman, much older than fearless.

Why do you look like..?

"Hi, im you, (uh, your, version.)"

Taylors version?? What do you mean??

"Well…. Thats not important right now, i just need to get you somewhere safe so … Just follow me."

Fearless tv took fearless' hand leading her into the deeper forest.

Fearless tv whistled, and upon doing so, a heard of white horses galloped to her.

She approached one of them and mounted, and extended her hand to fearless.

You couldnt trust me back there, how about now?

She took her hand and said " well why would i trust a white horse ive never seen before???"

"Hmmm… Red taught you well…. But sometimes… The road is trecherous, and theres no choice so you better hold on!!!"

…."Heyah!"

The herd of white horses picked up great speed, something fearless was usually used to, but in this big new world without her old friends around, she definately felt more unsure of everything."

The forest eventually cleared, and what was before her was a castle, a tower at the center.

"Were home." fearless tv sighed.

Two cats lined the door immediately.

"Fearless tv where HAVE you been? 5 minutes late to dinner again!" Screeched a demanding Meredith.

"Calm down Meredith" Benjamin pleaded. its always like this with you, cant you trust her a bit? She gives us The best pets in the Tayrealm, have a little faith."

"There's literally MULTIPLES of her now? and she still manages to be late." Meredith scoffed.

Fearless tv sighed, leaning over the cats.

"....Hey guys." She beamed, smiling with her eyes.

"Wheres ....?"

"Oh, shes already eaten all the jars full of the enchanted honey from the evermore tree you gathered, and went out for more."

"She travelled that far AGAIN?" Fearless exclaimed.

Benjamin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we keep telling her its an addiction, but she says she has it """under control""" air quoting with his paws.

rustling from the leaves near the castle entrance caught all of their eyes, fearless tv already rolling hers for days expecting what was to be.

"De-de-de-de HEY GUYS ITS DIBBLES"

A honey-ridden, sticky cat appears, holding many jars in her sling pack.

"Oh dibbles…. Honey…" fearless tv sighed affectionately. Lets get you cleaned up… Oh dear."

Fearless stood there, onlooking the ordeal.

Olivia, or dibbles , as she was known, teetered a few steps before falling into her back; looking like a fuzzy honey-glazed seal.

Fearless tv slowly picked up the drunk cat, and extended her now sticky hand due to olivias shenanigans, but quickly retracted realizing fearless would rather stay honeyless. She nodded her head in the direction of inside.

"Come in, fearless, after all my home is your home," she winked.

Fearless modestly stepped in, and took a gander at all the trinkets inside.

awards lined the shelves…. From fearless eras past… Fearless walked slowly around them, wondering how they too reside here. "This must be some weird mirror dimension…." She said to herself.

"Looking at all those ceartainly makes you feel nostalgic doesnt it?" Fearless tv peeked from the washroom.

"Yeah…. So are you like a doppleganger or something???"

"Eh…. Sort of" fearless tv replied "i mean…. Yeah."

"….like an older doppleganger… Lets just say youve needed to revisit your past a little bit …. In the future."

"Oohhh why? Did all the fans love fearless that MUCH?"

"….WELL…. well, you know what yeah actually. Its why you could revisit them the way you did" fearless tv winked.

Light from the washroom caught her shirt, partially wet from olivia wrestling her way into the bathtub. Light streaked eyes, which held a great more deal of knowing over fearless, yet held the same fired embers, still hot, but emitting a golden love. instead of wearing her usual dress a men's blouse was worn…. From a love story older than time.

"Anyways… I think its best ill explain a bit more over dinner… What would you like?"

"It all seems all warped over here…" Fearless pondered for a moment. "youre older, well…. Im…. Uh.. Youre older..? This is confusing."

Fearless tv cracked a smile. "Bet."

"but…. everything seems clocked back like a gazillion years…. But well…..

Do y'all have chicken tenders???"

-To be updated-

Updated 4/2/23

-Chapter 3- FROZEN BEHIND GLASS

Back in the lover house, midnights had called a meeting amoungst all the eras as to brief them of the happenings in her bedroom. She left a note on the door with a joke they all make when theres a problem to take the edge off of the suspense, at least until they had all gathered around. All the eras congregated in the kitchen over a bit of a meal, some sugar cookies with the last scrape of the chai icing folklore had made for her and evermores small at-home baking business. (Speak now had devoured the other 13 batches earlier that morning, in typical dragon fashion). With debut trailing behind her, wide eyed with unceartainty, midnights tapped the edge of a champagne glass, refrencing the notes on the doors all the eras recognized…. There was a problem. a champagne problem.

"What did FOLKLORE do this time?????"

Rep always assumed folkore brought some other mythical creature into the house AGAIN.

"WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING REP? we have a literal DRAGON in our kitchen and youre a SNAKE."

Rep hissed. but im a HOUSE snake and speak now isnt always covered in enchanted moss and pollen that brings up evermores allergies at springtime. She waved.

"YEAH! and then i just stay cooped up in my room with em trying to make another spell for every new moss and pollen variety folklore encounters!….. Not that…. I mind hovering over my cauldron, but you know, a bit of ATTENTION WOULD BE NICE!!!"

"calm DOWN," Lover interviened. "Youre just mad you couldnt go on our long pond trip for folklore's birthday three summers ago."

"And what if i am??? WHAT DID I GET ON MY BIRTHDAY WHEN YALL GOT BACK? ALLERGIES."

Folklore chimed in slowly…. "evermore…??? Ive been dabbling in some magic lately and…. " she handed her a golden sap elixr with wisteria and diced leaves of sweet tea."

Evermore examined the jar with her keen Sylvan Eyes. "Folkore…!?!?? this is an expert level spell. Where did you learn to do this!!??"

"Yy- your books?" She smiled cautiously.

Evermores expression of confusion swerved into relived realization. " i KNEW i wasnt crazy! i could TELL you were in my room! my allergies were extra bad this month!…. You… Made this for me???"

Folkore shyly nodded, looking at the floor and then up at evermore. "Surprise?"

Evermore screwed open the jar, and the sweetest mangle of sweet tea and wisteria, with notes of clover nectar filled the room so quickly evermore knew it was perfectly enchanted. So much so, the entire room let out a delighted sigh over its agrestal scent.

Evermore took a small sip. "Oh my goodness, its sweet like honey, its perfectly made? Ive been trying for a whole year for this to cure my allergies. How did yo--"

"You just got to know where to find them…. It wasnt in your book but ….The wisterias by the lakes are the most potent, sweet tea growing from seven feet are the crispest. plant them and in three summers time you pick them, when the moon and saturn are conjunct." She smiled.

Red side eyed evermore. "I knew you could never stay ALLERGIC to AWESOMENESS!!!, haha. Youre perfect for eachother! "

"Sisters! Twin fire signs! Four blue eyes! " Red added, shoving evermore playfully and bursting into a giggle.

evermore blushed, emitting a warm, slightly silly-feeling smile.

".....WELL IM GLAD THIS FAMILY DISPUTE IS SETTLED." rep looked over at midnights. "now for what were REALLY here for."

Rep, having the notiriety of skillfully re-directing the tangents of the household, could have done this at any time, however, she secretly still enjoys folklore and evermores endearing interactions.

"Well, now that were all here." midnights tapped the champagne glass three more times. Dragon sized munching noises accompanied the suspense.

"This champagne problem is a … Little more complex than tree sap, unfortunately."

"Listen, I know everyone loves ur pop-girlie a** rn but its not just cottagecore tree sap" said evermore, backing up folklores skill of the craft.

"…your right, sorry" midnights added. "Well, our dilemma here may span over a few more minutes than expected… Or years… Depending…. On uh…. Time zone differences."

"Oohhh oooh!!! Are we travelling !!!?? " red erupted. Shes been raving about going to london for months, lover silently scheming along with her, sticking brochures under everyones door this entire summer.

"No red we ARENT going to london." Rep closed her eyes asking for patience.

"But its FUNdon!" Lover and red rose in unison.

"No… I mean yes BUT LISTEN TO MIDNIGHTS! THERE IS A CHAMPAGNE PROBLEM ! we!!! will!!! Travel !!! Later !!!!"

"You know what, exactly," midnights said. "We are travelling now, later."

" that makes no sense." Reps eyes narrowed.

"Well…. ive been working on something. I hadnt since told you, because i havent beta tested it yet, but it looks like there might not be much… Uh,… Time."

"Okay, so where are we going? Its gotta be new york right? this whole plot sounds like it could totally take place in new york, not to brag but….im a street rat. i know the streets like the back of my hand" 1989 scoffed smugly, waving her hand in the air, refrencing the time 1989s streetrat form saved all evermores wand and unbound spellbook pages from the subway tracks.

"Its not where, yall….dont you see?? Someone is missing….."

"Oh shit, i cant believe we started without fearless! She must be sleeping again."

"Hmmmmm ….. Sort of????" Debut looked at midnights nervously.

Red scoffed. "Hah. Shes definately in SOME other dimension thats for sure"

" yeah, actually she is uhmmm SHE GOT WARPED INTO MIDNIGHTS SWORD…. WELL NOT MIDNIGHTS…. the fearless sword, like, she has one."

"A sword? Who let a CHILD interact with a sword!?" Rep exclaimed.

"Well!!!! Like!!!! We were in midnights room and… and she said for us not to touch and we didnt and!!!!! It just !!!! " debut reenacted the whole ordeal, guiding her hand along her body, making a 'schloop' sound for when fearless faded away.

"Be fucking for real 'Bu, where the fuck did she go!?" Rep, as edgy as she was, probably felt the most protective of all of the eras, due to her time in….. Well… we do not speak of that.

Midnights added to debuts explanation. "Uh, yeah… I havent really said much about myself have i well… Uh… Being a time keeper… I have access to all of time space via grandmother clocks…. And… a couple of swords….assigned to each era. I didnt think they would be activated this early…"

"Broooooooo i thought you were just fixing up old shit!" 1989 erupted nervously.

"Well im in charge of fixing up all of you sooo....well, actually saving."

"HAH" rep cackled covering her mouth. even she gave into that tease.

composing herself, a cold chill ran over her upon absorbing midnights words. "Wait… Were all in trouble??"

"Yeah… Well ...except Lover, folklore and evermore."

Red turned to lover and folkmore. "Why is it when theres this much trouble its never you three?"

"Conflict avoidant i guess??" Lover shrugged.

"Not with THAT tracklist, Miss americana." 1989 said.

"So what do we do about fearless?" Speak now asked.

"Well fearless is safe," midnights reassured. "…For now. But we dont have that much time. If the swords began activating now, the darkness must be settling in the realm sooner than i thought" midnights' gaze looked distant.

"…. Darkness??? realm??? Oh boy we ALL know THIS is going to some Wonderland …" 1989 rolled her eyes.

Rep grew silent. She had suddenly gotten nauseous, and wondered if she added too much icing to her sugar cookies. She also considered that all this was way too much to take in.

One of the youngest gone who knows where, no where to be seen, the newest of the bunch keeping some long held family secret. She got up from her chair and …. Froze.

Rep???? Are you okay???

No awnser.

Crystals began to form under reps feet, creating a glass chrysalis around her.

"REP!!!" lover sprang from the table.

Midnights stopped lover in her tracks. "No, dont touch her. Not even i know what could happen if you do. Back away."

"I can fire her up and thaw her out!!!" Speak now gleaned in with an idea

"Ill look in my magic books for these symptoms!!!!" Evermore exclaimed.

"there has to be something we can do!!!"

Debut, despite being the youngest… Sat with a cold stomach, piecing the occurance together in her mind.

"Midnights….. Is this… The darkness??"

"Im afraid so, 'Bu. " midnights sadness colored her tone, worry settled in on her face.

"Wh- what can we do???" Lover hoped that the awnser as clear as traffic lights.

"I dont…. Exactly know." Midnights solemnly awnsered. "I have an idea about whats happening, but i cant be too sure. As much as im your resident mastermind….My craft… Is a mysterious one."

"HEY! i found something!!!" Evermore shouted running down the stairs with an open book.

"Its called the *glass* darkness." Evermore explained. No one knows where it originates from officially, but it seems it has something to do with overtaking everything it encounters as its own, mercilessly. It doesnt exactly say if its deadly or not….

It seems like its just…. An eternal trap… So i guess… That counts as deadly right???"

"Ugh, we dont have time for this!!! We had plans!!! I wanted to just stay home all day today and have fun with rep in her snake form ): " folklore sighed.

"do you really wanna talk about time in times like these!?" evermore exclaimed we cant let this damage reputation."

"Well we actually DO need to talk about time. " lover noted. "How long does this last? Is there anything in there on how to stop the glass from forming?"

"Well…." Evermore flipped through the pages. "Hmmm… There. It talks about… Different versions…. Of us???"

"But wait arent we all just different versions of eachother??" 1989 asked.

"Yes yes… BUT! Parallell worlds…. Different parallel versions of us could help reverse this!!!!"

"dopplegangers!?" Red exclaimed. "well it looks like well be trying to find ourselves…AGAIN."

"So are the swords how we.. Uh… Find them?" 1989 looked over to midnights.

"Yes, " midnights expression seemed to have softened a bit, with reassurance that the whole gang was in on the efforts to reclaim the homes harmony.

"The swords are portals to respective locations within the Tayrealm. Each of you must find your parallel version and meet them in their respective castles. From there, we can figure out a way to stop the glass darkness from overtaking their realm, and the outer world."

"Does this mean that reps realm is ...?"

Evermore flipped through more pages. "Oh No…"

-CHAPTER 5- ARE YOU READY FOR IT?

- updated 4/4 -4/5 while clowning lol-

"I hope they arent too crispy" fearless tv spoke softly as she turned to set the dish of freshly made chicken tenders on the table.

"Ooooh finally im starving!!!!" Fearless beamed.

"Ketchup" both fearless asked and fearless tv offered in unison.

"Woah," fearless said through an impatient mouthful. "you really are my doppleganger!"

Fearless tv quietly smiled and passed the ketchup. She hadnt really said much about how finding fearless again after all these years made her feel. An all encompassing warmth that only her girlhood could bring to her. Incredible to be able to look at oneself through a further lens, only to feel that fire is still going strong.

" aahh that hits the spot! Here! Have one! Or are you like a weird hologram that doesnt eat?"

"No, ill surely eat," fearless tv replied, still smiling with her eyes at fearless' brash remarks. Spunky, that one, She thought, knowing all too well that ferocious hunger.

Fearless tv sat herself at the table with her own first batch, as well as a second plate, forseeing the future as fearless went in for seconds.

"well i cant believe i didnt trust you," fearless said through a mouthful. " this place is great! I wonder what else is around here…"

Fearless tv dipped a tender in her own small ketchup saucer. "Well we got quite a queendom…. Its grown so large over the years…. And im insanely grateful… We have quite a few new landmasses of the emerging from the sea of consciousness the past few years, so the queendom is as happy and busy as ever… We even got a new bookstore."

"BOOKSTORE!?" fearless already jumped up in excitement.

"Yup. run by a doctorate!" Fearless tv winked.

"OH MY GOD LETS GO." fearless already imagined the plethora of love stories sitting in the shelves.

"Hmmm… Well the path there is relatively safe…. No where near the…"

"LETS GO LETS GO!!!" fearless insisted.

"Very well." Fearless tv agreed. "Finish your tenders, then we can go."

"Okay MOTHER." fearless teased.

"I guess i could be wise enough…" Fearless tv laughed.

"But you know whos wiser….." Fearless tv gleaned. " She could definately help us figure out why youre here…."

"You know it !!!! And how to get back!!!" Fearless said through chomping the last bite of chicken tenders , playing into the fact she was DEFINATELY not distracted by chicken tenders and a promise of checking out love stories.

Fearless tv grew silently sad about fearless leaving, but insisted she should visit under more correct circumstances every now and then.

"You know, i dont mind you visiting any time after to listen to old CDs" fearless tv chimed, while getting up from her seat and sprucing up her table. fearless already spruced up and ready to go, replied

"sure! So far im loving it here, im not sure why midnights kept this a secret for so long…."

Fearless tv hid her concern, back turned to fearless as she was washing the last ketchup saucer.

"Okay, are you ready for it?"

"Yeah!!! Race you to the door!"

"Oh you WOULD know i cant resist a good race" Fearless tv gave a daring look and both skittered to the front door and into the front yard.

"HEY HEY HEY where are YALL going in such a rush?" Merideth asked.

"Bookstore…. for some….. Research."

"Oh so youre going to gi find out what happened to re-"

Fearless tv quickly shut benjamins muzzle.

"Shes having a GOOD time. I dont want her to worry too much. You know how i get - when she gets- uh, when we get…how i used to get…. when theres a risk of getting in trouble."

"Oh, rightyo." Benjamin agreed.

fearless mounted on a horse a lot more daringly this time, "hey fearless you ready? I cant wait to RACE YOU!" fearless squeaked, well fed and with a new hunger for adventure, now that she gained some trust in fearless tv.

"Youre going to have to follow me fearless…" fearless tv reminded her " you… Dont know the way."

"Ooo, right. Can we go fast?"

"Alright" fearless tv caved. She mounted on her own horse this time.

"Heah!" They galloped, through the winding trails, to Dr. Tay's bookstore. The road there wasnt as trecherous, with enough paths made through the kingdom, brush had been cleared for most connections to major sites, and in times like these, Dr. Taylors bookstore had been the center of attention.

They got off their horses and entered the seeminly small, quaint bookstore, with an everpresent scent of chai tea and baked goods from its in house bakery run by….

"Folkmore!?" What are you guys doing here????

Fearless tv leaned in for a close whisper, they arent your folkmore , fearless. Over here, theyre called woodvale and november." She winked.

"But they look …. Well i suppose a BIT different." She added

Lets just say, nothing much has changed for them, theyve just arrived from the sea of consiousness recently…. By a new boat. Theyre like pseudonyms of….Hmm well… I suppose theyve grown a bit. maybe a couple of bonus tracks…."

"Would they recognize me!?" Fearless asked noticing this was a bit more trippy for fearless.

"Sure they will, they know i have a younger version, even if you havent been here before (:"

"Heyyy fearless!!!!" Woodvale chimed. Weve been expec- "

"Haha we had no idea you were coming!!!!" November budged in.

"Smoooooooth, guys…. " fearless tv rolled her cerulean eyes. " i shouldve known y'all wouldve slipped through the cracks."

"Maybe if you would have PREPPED US PROPERLY we wouldnt have SLIPPED." woodvale remarked.

Fearless tv sighed. "To be fair i mightve ran it by too quickly… "

"Anyways…."

"Guys im right here." Fearless added. " i guess you told them i was coming…. You knew??? Did you….did you summon me when i got too close to the sword or something?"

"Uhh well… "

"Yess actually," woodvale added. "She took the opportunity you got close enough to-"

November quickly placed her sleeve over woodvales ever-open yap. "ENOUGH WOODVALE CAN YOU NOT KEEP A SECRET?" november shoved her other sleeve over woodvales face.

"Would you like some tea?? Cookies??? On us!"

"We just a-"

"Ooh free dessert ? How COULD you say no!" Fearless interruped.

"Well, now that the secrets out, were going to have to sit down for this anyway," fearless tv said.

Fearless tv solemnly looked at fearless, waiting, leaning over the bakery's glass display. The most quintessentially innocent scene, a childlike eagerness, tunneled vision, a wild expression, The scent of the bakery an etheral manifestation of this endearing sweetness. She Watched as Fearless pressed the side of her face over the bakery glass. " oooohhh its warm, hehe" she remarked with a silly smile.

Her heart ached for fearless' potential fate, as, those qualities resided in her still. despite existing alongside more knowledge and wisdom, these qualities were still precious and delicate on their own. so many let that enthusiasm decay away, replaced by stoic ambivilance. knowing these qualities tarnish so easily, she silently vowed to protect fearless at all costs.

Woodvale returned with a freshbaked batch of chai cookies and november brought in a small teaset, with a squeaking teapot.

"Well have these set up for you at the table" Follow us…"

The tables, on the farside of the bookstore, were reached through a labrynth of book shevles. Fearless took a passing glance at each title, gleaming, twinkling in a gilded gold rush.

…books were tabbed by the names of 'tay realm artifacts'….' the glass darkness'….'quantum entanglement.' …

5/15 update:

Fearless eagerly seated herself in the chair by the glass, overlooking all of tayrealm, as november and woodvale placed their tea and cookies on the table.

"Bone apple tea!" Woodvale and november said in unison.

Dr. Taylor will be with you in a moment, woodvale reassured.

"Oh great!" Fearless exclaimed. "Im starving"

"We just ate a few-"

"THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO FEARLESS TV, a girls gotta eat!!!!!" Fearless exclaimed before devouring a three layered self-stacked cookie sandwich.

Fearless tv sighed and smiled, endearingly teasing a side eye.

"So…." Fearless said with a mouth full. "Whatcha here for? Seems you know something i dont, im all ears , who do we have to fight?"

Fearless tv slightly chuckled before returning to a somber expression. Well…

"Hey!" a voice appeared from the shelves. It was Dr. Taylor , in her regal violet study gown, holding a book, complete with a sling pack of quill, gel and fountain pens.

"Youre just in time," fearless tv said.

" sorry i took so long…. The new surge of lost books….we've needed much help…" Dr. Taylor's voice trailed off. Trailing a longside her, was another taylor, of which a specific name had not been apparant. She wore a green red and yellow striped shirt, and glittery orange shorts, with green snakeskin boots. On her chest read an empty name tag saying "its me hi!" Fearless guessed she was nameless, an npc or something, she thought.

Nameless taylor tilted her face away from the bookpile she straggled , freeing one hand to wave hi.

Fearless tv and fearless smiled and silently waved.

Dr taylor took one book from the top of the pile that nameless taylor was carrying. Dr. Taylor's eyes shifted to fearless and softened in to a sweeter welcoming expression. "Well this should help….."

Dr. Taylor opened up the large book, with sparks flying all over the place. A holographic map of tayrealm appeared before their eyes. Fearless tv watched fearless eyes take in the magic book with the most hungry eyes she had ever seen, except her own, of course.

Well if you see here, Dr taylor pointed at a tower somewhere near what looked like a swamp.

"That was the epicenter. The towers bridges began crumbling and reputation castle has been inaccessible ever since…. But whatever caused rep castle to crumble….. Is spreading…..a darkness, that spread all the artayfacts all over tayrealm. the natural karma of tayrealm responded by creating alternate versions of ourselves, the taylors versions. in our creation we knew our goal was to summon all of our alternate versions back into tayrealm, to help us retrieve all the artayfact gems to restore complete harmony in our world."

"So…. You summoned me here to find some rocks?" Fearless said between chewing.

This is serious fearless…. If we dont restore the gems, all your friends in your world will be trapped behind glass…. Forever." Fearless tv's brows furrowed.

"What!?" So wait!? Where are the rest of the girls?"

"Well , apparantly safe, for now, Dr. Taylor continued. The darkness has only reached reputation castle for now."

"So…. What happened to rep?" Fearless voice began to grow quieter.

"Shes….frozen Behind glass. But theres a way to unfreeze her, and if we gather all the gems before the darkness spreads we can keep it from happening to the rest of you all in the outside world." Fearless tv reassured.

"Oh my gosh!! Okay." Fearless stood up. Then lets go get the rest of the albums here right now!!! cant you all just summon them or something?"

"Well its not that simple…" Dr taylor added. You know you got here through getting too close to the sword. The rest of the girls need to get really close….

-CHAPTER 6- LET THE GAMES BEGIN

to be updated

, 4/6 update: ooopppps i skipped to latrr in the story story cause i got ideas so read only if you dont care for , ill. be writing the in-between eventually.

All the taylors entered the center of the circle, and held hands. With all the artayfacts in their places, midnights entered the center of the circle, where one last place lay for her sword. She placed her atayfact. A mirror, locked in an upright placement, on the side. She then finally locked her last sythe In place. Lights engulf all the eras in their respecive colors… all of them slowly desintegrating into light .

"omg its happening again!" Fearless exclaimed.

"Were going back home?" Fearless asked.

"actually, i dont know," midnights replied. I havent seen that far out yet…. It freaks me out. The only reason i have years ahead of me planned out is cause, you know, i have to. But this time….

Debut looked ahead of her toward red and 1989. already pure light, like holograms, they began to blend together, and in turn look like hybrid versions of eachother.

"Red you look different! Uh well 1989 uuhm ??? "

The now blended red/1989 looked at their outfit and beamed.

"Okay but this is kind of a slay, why didnt we ever try this before!?"

"You did. Its giving january 2014" debut snickered.

Red and 1989 now one, wearing 1989s typical skirt with a button up collar blouse red typically wears, sporting 1989s sunglasses, reds ponytail, and a city style bag to match.

"Hey! Thats not fair! I wanna try that!" Speak now bursted, and turned to folklore.

Folklore, sensing shed been targeted, looked daringly back at speak now

"Bring it."

A transluscent flower crowned dragon emerged adorned with wisteria and sweet tea leaves.

Speak now/folklore paused, then yelled.

"You ate my ACORNS!? well now you cant keep any secrets from me with my access to your….our memory?"

Rep cackled. " holy shit thats gold , maybe this is the ONE thing that will keep yall from your shenanigans in the house hold."

"…Or cause more of it." lover laughed.

Rep turned to lover. "Hey, our aesthetics are so opposite this…. Just might work."

Rep and lover collided, and out emerged a rainbow snakeskin, cornelia, and street wear adorned rep/lover.

Fearless glanced at evermore. " oooh ooh!!! Me next!!!"

Evermore gently hugged fearless, a plaid princess dress emerged, lined with with gold, slightly resembling evermores button coat, with the buttons like gems from a gold rush. (Note from the author: gold rush RIGHTS!!!)

Evermore/fearless emitted a cozy smile (:

Debut, the but-last one standing as a singlet, gazed at the ever-wise midnights. She wondered of all the secrets , gazing from her eyes looking out for her, the various journeys through timelines adorned by what-ifs or maybes, if-thens and then-whats, only-ifs, and if-onlys, carried on in some conglomerate of a semblance of peace, at least, in destiny and fate and….

karma cat walked up to debut, brushing her warm black fur against her leg, purring.. Debut crouched for a moment to meet the cats ember eyes…

Karma…. I know everyone is excited for me.. And i am too… I love this… but…….."

"Im scared."

"This feels….. like a death. I've only known this, but still…. The yearning, " debut looked at midnights.

"…it stays."

Karma cat's purring accompanied the glittering chime sounds, of which in this very moment was like debut could hear every stray fleck of light surrounding the great castle room.

"….will….Will i make it?? Will i make it out …alive?"

Karma cat , eyes flashing a warm orange glow, placed her chin on debuts leg. I know your future…can be a vast and somewhat ominous abyss, but i have always been there, guiding it. You can make it. Youre young. youre talented. I see it in you. And most importantly, this is You… Trying. And For every spider web and paper airplane flying, ill be there. there is daylight…. Starlight…. Even In the most ominous of midnights."

Debut smiled with tears welling up in her eyes. She passed one last pet over karma, sending good wishes so that all of her, her daring, her innocence, her kind heart and thin skin, would be safe. That all of her would stay in tact… And should she ever break… She would find her pieces again. Hopefully gaining new ones for compensation.

She slowly walked up to midnights and smiled. She turned for one last look at karma, who had been sitting, tail swishing, in a calm, metronome fashion."

"Remember, you're never on your own, kid."

Purrs still heard from where debut stood, it was taken as the softest most honored blessing one could have. She turned again to midnights.

Midnights looked at those eager eyes, her own, glimmering in a watery nostalgia. The youngest Fire and the wisest, actually not much different despite experience, embraced together .

All the hybrid eras glimmered as pure light before meeting at the center infront of the mirror and…

She opened her eyes.

She looked down at her arms and hands in surprise and somehow utter relief, as a feeling of wholeness overtook her for the first time since rep era…. No, it was even better.

In its place, after all the toils and spoils, and all the oils before her… It was nice… to get to a place where you can just… Rest in the knowing that, the gems broken apart had not only been put together, but added to. A bracelet laced her wrist, glittering in the starlight. All the eras, including her versions, in their bejeweled state of grace.

In the mirror in front of her, She sees her incarnations, all 12 of her previous eras, flashing before her, crowds becoming larger and larger as time went on, flashing eyes on her brighter and brighter, until the darkness, confusing and painful, took its slithering shape, and then again… spider webs, in some ways…hard to look back on even now… yet…then there it was, daylight, once again. A reclamation of time. A sparkling forest, and then a glittery night sky….the ultimate priority of sweet nothing. the ebb and flow of one lifetime, of yet all of it like she had lived multiple incarnations of herself. The firefly imbued forest and star stroked sky solidified in the mirrors background, informing her where shed been transported to. strings that were once invisible, flickered and and flashed and danced in the dark, designing a familiar figure in the night sky.

The archer.

The mirror fading away from its montage of the past, retuned to the present in its reflection. And There, in focus, were all the eras, both flashy and subdued, firey yet whimsical… Yet… in her merged state she was just…

Taylor Alison Swift, born December 13th, 1989. to a mama and papa swift, surrounded by the scent of pine and myrrh of Pennsylvania, the first holy ground. A Sagittarius, she was born the archer…. And the prey, in her many lifetimes of one. Slain as a witch , but in turn bullseyeing a koi fish in a dive bar on the east side. in her merged state …. the ultimate reflection of a sweet nothing.

…barefoot and not necessarily outwardly flashy, Taylor wandered through the night forest the mirror transported her to. as if hiding in plain sight, she wore a comfortable everyday wear dress with a small-flower pattern on it, on other days she would be in the mood for a knit sweater with some jeans. Even on nice summer dinner-nights, the mood a simple yet stylish embellished blouse perhaps not warrented to set herself apart from a bustling crowd, yet one of the many wandering geode minds with gem encrusted secrets idling about in New York City. Her hair unruly and untamed, a bit like fearless debuts and speak nows… No make up, this is the taylor the cats and the koi fish, strung out of sight, see in the morning, with scarlet, maroon impressions of where her bedsheets have been on her face. Calm, yet undone, bangs curling up in all sorts of directions rebelliously, like folklore and evermore. At times compelled to wearing flashy things like 1989 lover and midnights, and getting excited about fall fashion like red. Compelled to dream of love stories, to enshrine and embellish child-like awe in violet sparkling nights and sparks; wonderstruck meetings with those who had been once held dear in her previous incarnations, dreaming of familiar souls masked in unfamiliar faces, with every love story, whether of romance or friendship, beginning with their eyes whispering "have we met?"

This is the taylor where all the eras come from, the taylor up at night, fiddling with instruments, exploring facets of herself to duplicate and bring life to. The taylor that hungers for the thrill of the songwriting cloud visiting her in these hours that create new landmasses in the tayrealm, bubbling and crumbling into existence out of the sea of tayconsciousness (as well as a midnight appetite guiding her, feral, to the fridge chomping on chai cookies… less like a human and more like a racoon). Still a mirrorball, showered in attention and care from her koi, and her friends, snickering and gregarious, hours on the phone, with one of the only quirks being her stopping only for huddling in a corner with her voice memo app. Not necessarily a mythical creature at first glance; perhaps you wouldn't have noticed her, had her face not been memorized by millions. but maybe, so much as her tall presence and exceptionally friendly aura would have great magnetism alone, whether she had been known by almost the entire world or not. perhaps in an alternate timeline, had her name not gone up in lights…She would open a small family record store business in nashville, known by the locals to be the friendliest and most welcoming, perhaps a tourist destination, with songwriting classes on thursdays and fridays. (instead of big music distribution annoucements..)

All in all… in any case… very much at her core the same, a tall eager blonde girl at a bookstore (perhaps online ones these days…(:), devouring 800 page books on folklore or esoterics, going on for hours about the favorite words she keeps in her 'favorite word' folder on her desktop, going on about fantasy or mystery series (or documentaries of the feline kind) shed watch hours on the tv whilst laying in bed with her cats. Seeing her like this, you would wonder how the world could forget she was feeling, delicate and thin skinned. And imperfect. Assuming, unassuming, saying too much or too little, too active or too passive. Under all the flashing lights now, it may become buried sometimes. not an unstoppable leviathan, repeatedly shot through the heart yet immortal, or a name on a brand, rebranding and rebranding… But a spirit meeting the bone…. Trained to get along. Someone with feelings of hunger, cold, desire, Need.

A someone, like anyone, and like anyone, extrordinary.

( note from the author: welp. THAT last sentence killed my songwriters block NICELY. OKAY. NOTED. quite a peculiar origin story for THAT lyric. we carry on.)

-to be updated-

#swifties #Swiftie #taylor swift #Evermore #Folklore #Speak now #taylor swift fearless #Taylor swift red #Taylurking

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drkineildwicks · 3 months

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BH6 Snippets--2/13/2024

Happy Mardi Gras! Ignore the time stamp we're up late tonight gents.

Anywho...been mostly working on Book III of the Ghost's Fury series today, even though I should be working on Book II more...at least this means we get to have steady updates when it comes, did a lot of knitting together separate scenes.

“It’s okay—Gronkles are like, the easiest, nicest dragons to ride. Right?” Rune asked, looking at Obake. “Theoretically,” Obake said, head resting on a hand as he leaned on his counter, looking so done and missing Varian’s wait what (or pointedly ignoring it). “I didn’t find it all that comfortable, but I suppose it’s a question of what you get used to.” “Still say I should have been Rune’s dragon,” Moss teased at Hiro. “Excuse you I had dibs,” Hiro said. “I thought Fred had Dibs.” “You know what I mean.” “I mean given the choice I would have preferred Moss,” Rune said, grinning at Hiro. “HEY—okay you know what I’m sitting over here you can just stay over there and think about what you’re missing.” “So full of himself,” Moss chuffed, amused. “Are we sure about this?” Varian asked, still sounding like he was going to drop dead from fright. “Yeah,” Rune assured him. “Moss is good, I can tell.” Moss preened at that, stretched a little when Rune backed up—set her wings to buzzing— “AAAH that’s enough I’m done I’m done!” Varian squawked, clinging on for dear life with eyes squeezed shut. Moss stopped flapping, looked over at them. “He…does know we haven’t even gotten off the ground yet, right?”

I've said over on DA that the character Rune is an OC who shows up in Ghost's Legacy, and that I used him in HTTYDGrounds to have an excuse to play around with him while getting the other two books done. Moss was his starter in that group, and I did say his dragons would show up too (although they end up scattered across the series, they're all with the Yokai).

#bh6 #bh6 month #httyd #big hero 6 #big hero six #how to train your dragon #big hero 6 the series #big hero six the series #also a bit of tangled the series with varian there #obake #ghost's fury

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achitka · 1 year

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Doors (Chapter 38) Súper Casa Arcoíris

Well, look at that, I managed to get everyone back to Casita. And they say miracles don't happen. Anyway, there will be some POV hopping in this chapter so heads up for that. You may or may not have noticed the end of the last chapter disappeared. It was unavoidable as it was an incomplete thought. A weirdly better question would be, what does Antonio actually know…he was talking to the forest rats - they tell the best stories.

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Súper Casa Arcoíris

When Agustín first noticed all the butterflies flitting around the tree, he felt unusually worried about Mirabel. While he knew his youngest was safe in Casita, he kept thinking, was she? Mirabel had been very put out that she would not be joining her sisters when they went out to fetch the women and kids. He understood her frustration, she believed she’d been left out again because she didn’t have a Gift. That may have been a part of it, but Santiago was the worst sort of human, and Mirabel was his baby girl. She was already being tasked with so many things that he did not want her exposed to this... Agustín marveled at how little pity he or any of them had for this wretched soul. He truly did not feel anything when Santiago screamed as Parce continued to lick his face.

He looked away and again noticed the butterflies, there were even more of them, and they were everywhere, settling on everyone and everything except Santiago. The smuggler, he noted, was no longer struggling or making any noise. Parce was still atop the man, with his head resting on his front paws and Camilo shifted back to himself and said, probably to Dolores, “Don’t know. Heart attack, maybe?”

Dolores conveyed what she knew, saying she wasn’t sure but thought Santiago might be dead since his light no longer appeared on the map. The man hadn’t stirred at all as they all moved closer. Parce also had not moved from his chosen position until Félix asked the jaguar to move aside. Parce did, and several yellow butterflies took flight when the jaguar got up. Félix checked for either breathing or a heartbeat. Having found neither, he got up and said, “He’s dead all right, too bad…”

“Too bad we didn’t bring a shovel,” Juan Pedro said with a grunt.

Camilo started when a butterfly landed gently on his nose, and he asked, “Where did all these butterflies come from?”

“That’s what I was wondering,” Agustín's father said as he knelt down and began checking Santiago’s pockets. “Mira’s still in Casita?”

“Yes, she was going to be helping Mamá and Esteffi with the children.”

“Ooof, this one smells terrible,” his father said. He came up with a knife, several coins, a rolled up wad of money and a notebook. He handed the items off to Agustín and searched the other side. He came up with a few more coins, various bits of mismatched jewelry and a thin gold chain.

Curious, Agustín flipped through the small book, and what he saw made him feel ill. The book was filled with names. Each had two dates attached and what appeared to be a city or village listed below it. Agustín was sure these were other children like Tuli because the last entry was her name. Almost ironic that the date was October seventeenth. He supposed it was good that the smuggler was dead, since the urge to throttle the man was almost overwhelming.

“So, do we bother burying him or just let the mountain have him?” Juan Pedro asked.

“My vote is, let the mountain have him,” Camilo said and added, “I don’t want to touch that.”

“We could just pile rocks on top of him,” Félix offered.

“Sounds like work,” Joseph said, “But I suppose we should.”

Parce chuffed and got up. The jaguar moved further away from the body, which weirdly still had not attracted a single butterfly. There was a rustle in the brush behind them, and everyone backed away from the dead man. A nine-meter butterfly covered anaconda moved into the clearing, and Camilo said, “Guess we don’t need to worry about a shovel.”

As the group headed back to the clearing, Agustín tried to count the butterflies that stayed with them as they moved through the forest. He eventually gave up as they passed through a thick fog, but he guessed at least a few hundred. Parce walked slowly in front of the group and would occasionally look back to make sure they were all still following him.

They reached the clearing where access to Casita was, and the butterflies that had remained with them flew onto the path and around the opening to the tower. Almost like they were holding the door open for them. Parce entered first and quickly disappeared. The men followed, and Agustín noticed that everyone had a number of butterflies still attached to them. Parce gave himself a shake, sending dozens of butterflies into the air, before heading down the stairs.

Children’s screams and a dog barking made everyone hurry to the spiral staircase. Camilo got there first and all but flew down the steps. Probably making sure Parce had not stopped, but that he had left the tower. The children quieted, but the dog still barked until the woman he assumed was Doris made the dog stop. As the rest of them came into the room, Esteffi and Pepa greeted their husbands and introduced them to the women. Pepa asked that Camilo stay for a few moments while she talked to his father. It was clear he wanted to be elsewhere, but he nodded and introduced himself to the kids.

As Félix gave them an extremely shortened and edited version of what had happened, several butterflies took flight and vanished. Agustín was now very sure that Mirabel was somehow responsible for them. His father waved him off, and Agustín slipped out of the tower and headed to Mirabel’s room. The door was open, and he saw that Julieta, Luisa, Bruno, Alma and his mother, sitting in front of and next to an unmoving Mirabel.

Bruno noticed him and met him at the door. He indicated they should step just outside, and Agustín did.

“Please tell me you know what’s happening Bruno.”

“I don’t, but…” Bruno added when Agustín growled, “I don’t think she’s in danger of staying that way. Remember when you told me Mira was dealing with something new, but you weren’t sure what that something was. I’ll be honest, with everything that’s been going on, I think we were asking the wrong question.”

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t new. She’s been dealing with this since the breaking.”

“Do you mean Casita?” Agustín asked.

Bruno nodded.

“Ay, I see it now. Juli said Mirabel seemed unnaturally happy while we were rebuilding. For the first few months, after we moved in with my parents, Mira would sleepwalk and turn up in my mother’s room very late at night. I don't know how we’re going to get her to talk about it though. She avoids that topic in the same way she used to pretend not having a Gift didn’t bother her.”

“Madrigal stubbornness is legendary, but I think it’s Luisa you need to talk to. Dolores and I both tried to talk to her, but she’s still in there thinking that she’s been a horrible older sister.”

Agustín sighed and nodded. “Alright, I’ll let Julieta handle Mirabel, and I’ll talk to Luisa,” Agustín turned to go, but then asked, “Do you know if Isa is in her room.”

“She’s in Antonio’s room with Bubo. Dolores asked her to keep Toni there until Mirabel wakes up.”

“Wait, isn’t that the man she was talking to earlier?”

“Yes,” Bruno said.

Agustín looked toward Antonio’s door and reminded himself that Isabela was an adult, and though she’d never given him a reason to be concerned. She’d also never shown any actual interest in any particular person. Nope, he thought, not gonna do this to myself right now and to Bruno he said, “Why do you always have to tell me things like this and wander off?”

“Relax, Tuli and Antonio are there to chaperone,” Bruno said with a chuckle, “Anyway, I’m headed back over there now. They do make an interesting pair if nothing else. I wonder what their kids would look like.”

“Just stop talking, Bruno.”

“It’s your own fault, you married my sister. See you later, hermano.” Bruno said and headed off to Antonio’s room.

Agustín took a few deep breaths. Once he was sure he was calm, he walked into Mira’s room and smiled as reassuringly as he could to his wife.

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Valentina Rojas and Esteffi Martínez were sorting through several sets of children’s clothing, chatting about their respective grandchildren. Esteffi was brimming with excitement, as her oldest daughter’s daughter was going to make her a bisabuela in less than a month. Dolores was getting married, Camilo was training to be a teacher, so much was happening. Previously there had never been a time that they were embraced so completely, and it was a welcome change. Neither had liked the limitations Alma had imposed previously. To have them living with them in their own houses as Casita was being rebuilt was something both sets of Abuelos appreciated. It gave them something they’d always wanted. A chance for their nietos to get to know them.

Valentina was a bit sad that Luisa would be going off to school, but she appreciated that Julieta was very determined that her daughters be given the chance to do what she never could. Alma had mentioned that she had asked Isabela to go with Luisa to Bogotá when they figured out how to get them there and how to pay for it. There was never a lot of money in the Encanto, since they had all fled their homes, so bringing what money they had was not the priority. An odd mixture of barter and money had been worked out so long ago that it had come as a bit of a shock to those who arrived after the breaking. The children who had grown up here were not as interested in the coins and would often times not accept ‘just money’ for goods or services.

Out of curiosity, earlier, when everyone was heading out, Valentina and Esteffi went up to the 2nd floor of the tower. Most of the doors up there were unfamiliar to them, but there was one that stood out for Valentina. The door that caught her attention was bright yellow with a small hinged and grated window cut into it with a moderately ornate latched handle.

“Esteffi?” Valentina called.

“Yes, Val,” she answered.

“Look at this door,” Valentina said, pointing at it. Esteffi had been wandering toward the darkness at the end of the dirt path. She came back, and both women looked carefully at the door. “Does this remind you of anything?” Valentina asked.

“Yes, it does… can’t think of what though,” Esteffi said as she turned back toward the pathway and asked, “How do you think it’s going out there?”

“I am trying not to think about that, Esteffi,” Valentina replied.

“Oh, come on now, Agustín hasn’t had anything major happen since the breaking.”

“True enough, but he was ever a worrisome child.”

“Valentina, he hasn’t been a child since 1921.”

“I know that, but they are on the mountain, chasing after someone terrible.”

“I’m sure it will all work out, Valentina, let’s get back downstairs. The more we think about that, the more we’ll worry, and we have work to do. We need to have the clothes ready.” Valentina nodded and they went back down the stairs. They folded and stacked, continuing their discourse about the kids until Esteffi cried, “I remember now!”

“What?” Valentina asked.

“That door you asked me about,” Esteffi said, coming around the table to her.

“Oh, so what do you remember?”

“It is just like the door to the Café Candelária in La Macarena.”

Valentina paused in her work and asked, “Dios Mio, I think you’re right. They always had the best buñuelos. But I wonder why that would be there?”

Esteffi shrugged and said, “Nothing about this house surprises me anymore.”

A commotion on the floor above them made both turn to look at the stairs. The first to come down was Luisa. She had three or four butterflies resting in her hair. She was looking for someone and asked, “Abuela, where’s Mira? I thought she would be with you. But she’s not here and Mamá asked Casita, but Casita's not answering and Abuela’s door wasn’t opening. All those butterflies…”

Valentina left her pile of clothing and stood in front of Luisa and took her hands and said, “Luisa, mi vida, look at me.” Luisa did, and Valentina said, “Tell me again what happened.”

Luisa did and as she finished Valentina looked again at the butterflies still on her. While she was talking, one by one, they took off and dissolved into nothing but colorful light.

“Luisa, go to your sister’s room and check on her. I’m sure she’s fine.”

Luisa nodded and left the tower as more people started coming down the stairs.

First was Pepa, who had a bit of her fog still clinging to her. She was greeted by Esteffi in her usual way, and the fog dissipated. She was followed by a taller woman Valentina assumed was Doris. Children’s giggles could be heard as butterflies flew off them and dissolved into colorful nothingness. After the children was another woman, probably Inez, she was holding the lead of a medium-sized dog. They did not appear frightened, but butterflies were drifting off them and the children jumped at them as they tried to catch them. They did remain together and as a group went closer to the table with the clothes. Then came Alma, Julieta and Isabela. Pepa was directing Doris and Inez to have the children sit and have something to eat from the basket Doris was still holding.

The butterflies continued to take flight and dissolve as they did. Alma and Julieta were watching this with concern when they came over to where she was and Julieta asked, “Where’s Mira? I thought she was going to be here with you.”

Isabela did not stop, but left the tower without a word to anyone.

“She remained with Tuli and Dolores in her room,” Valentina said, “Is something wrong? Luisa mentioned that Casita is not responding to you?”

Julieta and Alma exchanged worried looks as Esteffi came over then and said, “Go, me and Pepi can handle this.” Pepa nodded from near where the children were sitting. Her cloud was now somewhat dark, reflecting her worry, but there was no rain. “We’ll let the men know what’s happening when they get back.”

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Isabela jumped the last four stairs and came around the corner and skidded to a stop in front of Bubo, Tuli and Antonio. They just stared as several butterflies were dislodged from her hair and dissolved into colorful light.

Bubo was watching the butterflies with great interest and Antonio asked, “Isabela, Tío’s rats said we should go to Mirabel’s room. Is she okay?”

(… Isa, can you keep Antonio out of Mira’s room for a little bit? I’ll explain what’s happening shortly …)

Isabela did not want to scare her primo and said using all the voice control she’d taught herself while playing Señorita Perfecta, “Actually, Toni, Abuela wanted me to come and wait with you in your room. There are a lot of people in Mirabel’s room right now, and you know how dramatic Tío’s rats can be. Your sister will let us know if we should come sooner.”

Antonio frowned then said, “We should go check.” Fura, who was sitting on Tuli’s shoulder, squeaked very loudly and Antonio turned his frown at her.

“See, I told you,” Tuli said. “You worry too much.”

Antonio sighed, “Fine, I guess she’s okay if you’re coming with us.”

The kids turned around and had their heads together as they discussed what they would do when Parce came back. Isabela moved closer to Bubo, and he looked from the kids back to her as if to say, did she really say that?

Issa shook her head and looked over at Mirabel’s door. She wanted to go there, and her irritation at not being able to was now at war with her Gift. A vine sleeve grew and rapidly covered her left arm, and almost immediately sprouted thorns. Bubo was thankfully on the wrong side of her to see that. Isa put her sleeved arm behind her as Bubo lightly touched her other arm, drawing her attention to him.

There was genuine concern in his voice as he said, “Mirabel’s going to be all right, Isabela. I’m sure of it. She’s a remarkably resilient person.”

Isabela was startled when the thorns pulled back and the vine sleeve dissolved. She looked at Bubo and nodded as Señorita Perfecta fled her mind. She really did like his accent and something in his voice calmed her fear, just enough, that Isabela did not, as she would have in the past, even try to hide her worry as they headed for Antonio’s room.

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Julieta had her hands over her mouth to not just cover her frown, but also to keep herself from swearing in front of this many kids. Once again, the Encanto and Casita were overtaking her children’s lives. She needed to go and see Mira. Needed to find out what price the magic was extracting from her daughter, and her mother, seeing her distress, seemed to understand. She touched Julieta’s arm and said, “Valentina and I will catch up.”

Julieta dropped her hands and managed a grateful smile as she nodded and hurried down the stairs. Butterflies continued to fly off and dissolve as she ran to Mirabel’s room. She opened the door to find Dolores quietly speaking to Luisa, who was crying. They were sitting on Mira’s bed and Bruno was sitting on the floor in front of Mirabel with a look of concern that frightened her. He looked over to her when the door opened and Julieta asked, “Do you know what’s happening, Bruno?”

Bruno tilted his head, “Not for sure,” he said as he watched as the last of the butterflies let go of Julieta, fly up to the ceiling and vanish. “Look at the door, Juli.”

Julieta closed it and her eyes went wide as she took a step back. The smaller butterfly was now resting atop that smaller tree, wings outstretched, resting in place. The butterfly changed colors with each blink, and Bruno waved her over to him. She knelt next to him, and Bruno took her hand and rested it on Mirabel’s. Julieta was expecting her daughter to be cold, but Mirabel was anything but that. She felt the warm tingle she knew was magic, and her fear was replaced by anger, and she wanted nothing more than to shake her daughter and wake her up.

Bruno noticed her turn and said, “I don’t think what’s happening is doing her any physical harm,” Bruno waved back at the door and added, “It’s more like, she’s somehow become a part of Casita and Casita a part of her.”

The original Casita had been a physical manifestation of the miracle that La Candela had embodied. Julieta felt a tear slip down her face, this had been her greatest fear in all of this, was her baby being taken from her? “If she doesn’t wake, I couldn’t take it Bruno. It would be too much.”

Bruno put an arm around Julieta and said, “I’m pretty sure this is gonna end.”

“Pretty sure?” Julieta knew that her brother never said things like that unless he’d seen something, and she looked at Bruno and asked, “Did you have a sponty about this?”

“Not about this, but other things, so I am at least fairly certain this is not permanent. Believe me, I thought the same thing when I first came in here. Had a horrible thought that she was being codified into this place,” Bruno said, then took a deep breath and continued, “But then I had another thought. Before this, I believed this Casita was Mamá’s Casita, just reborn. But then I remembered that first night. I noticed when I opened that door, the way the magic took my measure. It had to do that because the builder did not know much about me. I am very sure this Casita was born of the old, but this house really is something completely of Mirabel’s construction. That’s the real reason the front door looks the way it does. Mirabel’s Gift has always been the love she has for us.”

Julieta nodded, and though she felt calmer, she knew she would not be at ease until Mirabel woke up from whatever this was. Julieta saw the rosary in Mirabel’s hand, and she reached up and pushed Mirabel’s hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. Mirabel quirked a half smile but did not wake up or otherwise move. Dolores was back at the map speaking quietly to someone, and Julieta turned her attention to Luisa. She held out her hand and Luisa came and sat beside her. “What do you think, mija?”

“I think Mira was trying to help us with those butterflies, but maybe she doesn’t know she’s helping.”

“Did everyone have butterflies on them?” Bruno asked.

Luisa nodded and said, “It made me wonder if Papá and the others have them as well.”

The door opened again, and her mother and Valentina came and stood behind her and Bruno, as they looked at Mirabel. Her mother’s face was particularly reminiscent of a time when she’d been struggling with how much she was requiring of them. Something between resignation and fear.

“How is she?” her mother asked, and Julieta replied, “Physically, she’s perfect. Bruno doesn’t think this will last much longer.” Julieta did not include their speculations on Mirabel’s door or the fact that this was not the same Casita. But perhaps she already knew that, since her mother only nodded.

“Bruno?”

Julieta noticed Bruno had replaced his concerned expression for a hopeful one as he said, “I was more worried earlier, but I get the feeling she’s in there trying to work something out.”

Her mother nodded again and asked, “May we sit with her, Julieta?”

Julieta was again astounded that her mother even asked that and that she’d included Valentina… and really, it couldn’t hurt, so Julieta just nodded. A short time later, Bruno noticed her husband at the door, and he did not look overly pleased at what was happening. Though he was a bit disheveled, he did not appear to be injured. Bruno went over to speak to him in the hallway, and she returned her attention to Mirabel.

Agustín was there again. He smiled reassuringly and moved with Luisa back over to the bed. Luisa was whispering what she thought was happening and Agustín listened as she included why she thought Mirabel was so stressed out. Camilo turned up next, he was leaning against the door frame with a frown on his face. Next minute he was gone, and she made a mental note to talk to Pepa and Félix.

Julieta was worried now that this was just taking too long.

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Isabela was standing on one of the swings in Antonio’s room while Bubo was off inspecting something Tuli said was very important. It had been a long time since she’d let herself really enjoy a good swing. After setting the swing in motion, she decided now was a good time to bug Dolores.

“Hey Doli, you promised to tell me what the hell is going on.”

There was a short delay, and then Dolores began to give her the details of what Tío Bruno said about Casita being wholly of Mira’s construction. That she agreed with that, and how Mira was somehow a part of the house and vice versa. She went quiet for a time, and then told her that Luisa was blaming herself for some reason. That her abuelas were there now and that she would tell her when Mirabel ‘woke up’, so Antonio could come.

Isabela had stopped the swing and was sitting down on it. She sighed, she wished she could leave and go to her sister’s room. Since she couldn’t do that, she decided she would listen to the sounds some of the plants were making. When she was younger, she would hum to the flowers she grew. Abuela didn’t appreciate the songs because they were not perfect sounding, so she only did it in her head when in town. It was easier to make the flowers, and they always looked prettier, she thought.

Antonio’s room was a wonder to her. It had so many plants she barely knew anything about, so even though this was something she usually only did in her room, she closed her eyes and hummed along with them. She could almost feel the leaves of the nearest plants getting just a little greener and the fruits, just a little plumper. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Bubo ask, “Are you doing that, Isabela?”

“Gah!” Isa shouted as she opened her eyes, only to realized she’d wrapped Bubo up in several layers of vines, and he was hanging upside down in front of her. While she was mortified by what she’d done, she was trying and somewhat failing to hide her smile.

Bubo, who was gently swaying, said, “So, that’s a yes?”

Isabela let out a nervous laugh and said quickly, “I’m so sorry, Bubo… wasn’t expecting…” she knew she was blushing as she righted him and made the vines disappear, “You startled me,” she continued and bent down to pick up his glasses that had fallen off when she flipped him upside down. “Sorry,” she said again as she tentatively handed them to him.

He took his glasses and Bubo blinked as he put them back on, then said, “Oh no, my fault, I should have made sure you knew I was here before speaking. I’m new to the magic thing and should have realized you were very focused on what you were doing.” He walked over then and sat on the swing. “Now, I am wondering, can you do that with any plant?”

Isabela was taken aback since she was expecting a more fearful reaction. Bubo just seemed curious. Isa smiled. No one except Mirabel had ever expressed an interest or any curiosity about how she made use of her Gift. As long as the flowers were perfect, no one cared.

“I think? I mean, I know it works with flowers really well,” Isa said as she sat next to him on the other swing, letting it glide. “Still working out how I can use it for other things.”

He nodded and said, “Fascinating effect, and it doesn’t seem to wear off once you stop humming.”

Isabela looked at the nearest plants and realized he was right and asked, “So, what did Tuli want you to see?”

“Oh, there’s a colony of bombus pauloensis up there. Probably bombus atratus. I didn’t really get a good look at them.”

It was like he was speaking another language and Isabela had to ask, “A bombus what?”

“Sorry, a neotropical bumblebee,” Bubo said.

“Oh, I thought bumblebees only nested underground.”

“That’s true, but this type will live above ground in trees, though that is rare. Apparently, Antonio wanted to know if he spoke to the queen, if they would leave… your father is Tío Agustín?” Isa nodded, “Right, anyway, he wanted to ask them to leave your father alone. I had to tell him it probably wouldn’t work out the way he thought. Only the queens can live more than a year, and that most workers will only live about a month in this climate.”

Isabela heard the leaves above them rustle unnaturally and said, “Hold on, Bubo.” She sighed and waved a hand toward the door. Voices cried out and shortly thereafter, Antonio and Tuli were in front of her looking none too happy.

“Really, Toni?”

Antonio looked at his prima and said, “You need to let me go see Mirabel.”

“As soon as Dolores says we can come, we’ll go.”

Everyone looked up when Tío Bruno said, “Wow, wish I had had this option when you were little, Isa.”

Isa shrugged and the vines disappeared.

“Tío, will you take us?” Antonio asked hopefully.

“No, and for the same reasons your prima already told you.”

Parce arrived then and laid down. Antonio ran over to him, but Parce did not get up. The big cat already appeared to be asleep. “That’s not fair,” Antonio said as he sat next to Parce. He nudged the jaguar, but Parce only opened one eye, chuffed, then closed it again. Tuli joined him with Fura, who also appeared to be sleeping.

“Life isn’t always fair, Toni. If it were, you probably wouldn’t have your Gift,” Tío Bruno said as he sat on the floor. “One other thing, Toni, Parce will likely do whatever you ask, but you need to consider if you should be asking. He was asleep by the door when I came in.”

“Guess running up the mountain was a lot,” Antonio said as he gently patted the jaguar’s head, “I’m sorry Parce, I didn’t think that through. I’ll do better next time.” Parce did not do more than swish his tail and Antonio hugged the jaguar and said to Tuli, “Guess we’re staying here till Isa says we can go. Come on Tuli, let's go see if we can catch any more fireflies.”

“Okay, Toni,” Tuli said as she too hugged the jaguar and whispered, “I’m sorry too, Parce, and thank you for helping me.” She then brought Fura over and gave her to Tío Bruno. He accepted the rat and put her in his shirt pocket.

The kids ran off and Isa said, “Thanks, Tío.”

“Not a problem,” her Tío said.

“Did Luisa tell you…” Isabela wasn’t sure how to ask this.

“That Santiago was dead?” Tío Bruno asked and nodded.

“He's dead? How?” Bubo asked.

“Yeah, seems he had a heart attack or something. Definitely dead though,” her Tío said.

Bubo had a sudden look of concern that made Isa ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to have to tell Tuli,” Bubo said and took off his glasses. He massaged his temples for a moment then put them back on and sighed.

“Why? I mean, does she really need to know that?”

“Yes, if only so that she understands that that part of her life is over, and she can move on. I can see she’s trying very hard to put on a brave face for all of us. Your sister was right to remind me that Tuli is terrified. You would never know it though; she’s always been a master at masking her emotions. She’s been doing it her whole life and I can’t imagine what’s going through her head right now.” Bubo got off the swing, sighed again.

“You’re going to do that now?” Isa asked.

Bubo nodded and replied, “I’m learning it’s best not to put off such things, since the most I can do for her right now, is to help her feel safe again, at least I hope I can. Especially with our Tío’s expected arrival tomorrow. I am not looking forward to that at all.” He left then and headed up the path to where the kids were, and Isabela saw that she and Tuli had a lot more in common than she thought.

Isabela remembered that that was a part of what Casita was trying to tell her this morning. Mirabel’s anxiety never went away, she’d just gotten really good at hiding it. Now with the magic coming back and all sorts of things being thrown in her direction, Mirabel just wasn’t sure she was good enough. All of her nervous quirks were being amplified because now everyone was watching. Isabela knew what that was like. You end up being afraid to do anything. And for Mirabel, you could add in that she was afraid that if she did the wrong thing, Casita falling would happen all over again.

“Tío?” Isa said.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Is Mira really going to be okay?”

“Are you asking me to look into the future?”

“No, I just… I just want to know what I can do to help her. Clearly I’ve been looking at this all wrong.”

Tío Bruno tilted his head and said, “You just need to remember one thing, Isa.”

“What’s that.”

“Isabee loves Humm.”

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Mirabel opened her eyes and looked around at all the trees. Even with the fog, she recognized this place. She used to come here when she’d had a particularly rough day with her Abuela. It was always so peaceful here. There was a small someone lying in the grass near the large oak. This was also something Mirabel remembered doing. It was a nice place to watch the clouds and forget about her lack of a Gift. Still, someone this small shouldn’t be out here alone, especially with Santiago prowling about, so Mirabel moved closer to them and asked, “Are you okay?”

The little one sat up and looked at her. Their features were somewhat indistinct and a bit translucent, and they said, “Yes, I’ve been waiting for you, Elegida.”

“Have you?” Mirabel asked and realized this was the voice she’d heard when she freaked out in her room a few days ago. She had been curious since then as to who that was. The little one’s voice was calm and soft, but pleasant to listen to. There was also a familiarity to them that was odd to her, and Mirabel said, “You called me Elegida, but my name is Mirabel.”

“Yes.” The little one nodded then laid back in the grass. That was not actually an answer, so Mirabel sat down beside them, and she looked up at the giant oak tree that was always a comfort to her. She laid back and stared up at the tree, tracing with her eyes the blackened scars of many a lightning strike. This tree, like her, had survived so much. It made her wonder if Isabela could heal some of that. She was glad her Abuela had never found out about this place when she was small. It would have been too horrible if her Abuela had made Luisa pull it down because of her.

“You are worried about this tree?” the little one asked.

Mirabel knew she had not spoken her thoughts but said, “Not so much worried about it, more I was wondering if my sister could use her Gift to strengthen those parts of it that were weakened by the damage it suffered.”

“The scars are quite old, and it appears the tree has healed itself and is doing well,” the little one said and sat up, “That seems an odd thing to worry about.”

“Does it?” Mirabel asked, “I don’t know, sometimes scars just hide the pain that’s underneath.” The little one looked up at it and then back at Mirabel, her expression was thoughtful and feeling a bit nervous, Mirabel said, “For me, it’s always been more than just a tree… It’s a wonderful friend. I really love all the things this tree has given me, and I’ve never given it anything in return.”

A breeze came down off the mountain, pushing away most of the fog. The oak tree’s leaves rustled above them, and Mirabel closed her eyes, remembering how that sound had always brought her relief. Casita had said the leaves were taking the sometimes hurtful words of others from her, scattering them into the forest, where they could do her no harm. As she got older, it didn’t completely make the pain go away, but it helped. Mirabel felt that familiar stab of guilt at not having been able to save her friend, and she frowned. When the wind ceased, Mirabel could smell dust and fought the urge to cough. She sighed at the ensuing silence, it was too much like when... Gotta stop thinking about that, she told herself for the millionth time. She sat up and looked at the little one and decided she needed a change of topic and asked, “So, what’s your name? I feel like I should know it…”

The little one reached out and Mirabel instinctively pulled them closer as she would any child. The smells of home filled her nostrils, replacing that painful dusty smell, and Mirabel hugged them tightly. A calming feeling of completeness settled over her, and Mirabel felt like she wanted to cry, but didn’t know why. She released the hug and noticed the little one’s appearance had changed to match her own when she was small, glasses and all. Mirabel stared at this little representation of herself and remembered then that she’d renamed Casita on her sixth birthday. A bold thing to do, but Casita had been very determined that she would not hate her own birthday. When she woke that day, Casita had made the walls of her room rainbow-colored for that day and for every birthday after that until Antonio moved in with her.

“You know it,” the little Mirabel said, “You gave it to my mother before I was created. She told me all about you while you built me. I am-”

“Súper Casa Arcoíris,” Mirabel finished for them.

Little Mirabel stood then, hands on her hips as she smiled and said, “Yes, my mother loved that name and said I should carry it proudly.”

Mirabel was very confused and asked, “Wait, then that means your mother was Casita? But I thought… and that means…” Her nervousness returned, and Mirabel closed her eyes in an attempt to clear her head. It didn’t work. Instead, she felt her hands clench as she pulled them into her chest. The sights and sounds of Casita dying filled her senses and she felt herself hunch inward as she whispered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sor-”

“Elegida,” Little Mirabel said, interrupting her.

Mirabel looked up but couldn’t focus on the little person in front of her as she said, “I couldn’t save her. I tried so hard, but I couldn't do it. I failed her. I keep thinking maybe there was something I didn’t do. Something I should have said,” Mirabel grabbed little Mirabel’s arms and said, “How are you not mad? Even now, I'm terrified that… I’m going to kill you too if I can’t do-”

“Mirabel,” Little Mirabel said a little louder, interrupting her a second time. Mirabel lowered her hands as the little one gently touched her face. She looked Mirabel in the eyes and said with a small frown, “You believe you are responsible for my mother’s passing, and are carrying a great weight because of it. Do you not feel the shadow it has cast upon your heart?” Little Mirabel stood and put small hands on Mirabel’s face and said, “You cannot heal if you will not let yourself see that you did not cause the death of my mother. I know that you loved her as well as any human member of our family because I could not be here otherwise. I am my mother's Gift to you, Elegida.”

Little Mirabel took her hand and Mirabel got up as little Mirabel guided her to the center of the clearing. With each step she aged, from little Mirabel to herself as she was now. It was weird seeing herself outside of herself. She never liked it when Camilo did that. Casita/Mirabel took her hands and asked, “You have forgiven many that have wronged you, Elegida. Cannot you allow yourself some of that Grace?”

Mirabel thought back to what her Abuela Valentina had said about her not allowing herself to grieve for Casita’s passing. Mirabel felt the tears she never let herself shed for her friend well up in her eyes. She thought at the time she needed to be strong and show how happy she was, so she could help her family pull itself back together. Always thinking she’d get to that painful part later. Always finding a reason to push it off. “I want to believe that I can,” Mirabel said, then added when the other tilted their head, “I do, but it’s so hard.”

Casita/Mirabel looked back at the tree and said, “Only you can free yourself from this burden, Elegida. You called me here for a reason. Perhaps I was wrong about the tree. It looks to be strong enough to help you release this guilt you carry in your heart. You just have to see it.”

Mirabel nodded and said as she too looked at the tree. She was going to need to come up here later and have a good look around. She also knew she was going to need to bring someone with her. She never shared this place with anyone beyond Casita the reasons she came here. "I think you're right, Casita. I'm gonna work on that once we get this other stuff out of the way. I'll be honest, I don’t know how this is happening, but I feel like you’re here to help our family, right?”

“Together, we will help our family,” Casita/Mirabel corrected and nodded.

“Definitely together,” Mirabel replied.

Casita/Mirabel smiled and hugged Mirabel fiercely as they whispered, “Thank you, Elegida, for making me possible. I will always cherish this moment.” Then Casita dissolved into a thousand colorful butterflies that immediately flew off. Mirabel watched, and the butterflies disappeared as a new fog sprung up. She wondered if that was her Tía’s doing.

Mirabel remembered then the oak tree that sheltered the smaller tree on her bedroom door. She wondered then as she looked at all the damage on the tree’s surface if her Abuela did know about this place. Otherwise, why would it have been represented on that door? Mirabel looked around, being alone like this was again making her feel that nervousness that always led to those flashbacks and needing to hug something, hugged the tree.

Mirabel started when she felt arms wrap around her, and heard her Abuela Valentina say in one ear, “Open your eyes, Mirabel," and her Abuela Alma say, "You've done enough, mi vida, come back to us.”

Mirabel blinked but felt infinitely calmer than she had just a short while ago. She took a deep breath and realized she must have nodded off. Everything was fuzzy, and she noticed her glasses were in her hand. She didn’t remember feeling tired. A sharp pain in her other hand made her release the Rosary she was holding as she flexed her fingers and her palm hurt. Mirabel let the Rosary fall into her lap as she put on her glasses, and she struggled for a moment to remember the dream that still lingered in her head. Was that a dream, she wondered.

Mirabel smiled as her mother came into focus. She was kneeling in front of her and asked, “Are you feeling all right Mirabel?” Mirabel nodded, but was now rubbing her palm where the Rosary had been pushed into it. Her mother took her hand and turned it over. The impression of the butterfly medallion was still there, and Mirabel stared at it. Bits of that dream that maybe wasn’t a dream flitted through her mind as her mother said, “You were quite deeply asleep, Corazón. Even worried your Tío Bruno, and that is not an easy thing to do.”

Mirabel looked around but did not see her Tío, but she did notice all the people standing in her room. “What happened?”

“Everything and nothing.” Abuela Alma said, "But mi vida, I think after tonight, we are going to take the day off and do something fun.”

There was a gentle shuffle of the tiles near the window and Mirabel smiled and thought, thank you, Súper Casa Arcoíris.

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