#when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
#writeblr#warm up#i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books#(just started book 4)#and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!!#(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. )#anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild#but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild???#so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning#and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go#anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct#i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers#i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page.#here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once#it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because#when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.#i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that#a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN#who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends#i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!
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omg hi i know this request sounds a bit hefty but hear me out: you’ve got y/n, and you’ve got her twin. they’re both exchange students but their school somehow messed up the application or there wasn’t enough space in one school whatever, so one of them ends up in nekoma and the other in shiratorizawa. then, they each decide to be the managers of that school’s respective teams. and then when training camp comes up, they finally meet each other again and are happy to be together but the rest of the teams are SHOOK (including their own maybe 👀👀) bc they didn’t tell their teams they had a twin. bonus points, inarizaki is there and the miya twins try to flirt w them (ships are up to you bc tbh anything sounds fun asf, idk i’ve had this idea in my head for so long IM AN ONLY CHILD I DONT EVEN HAVE A TWIN FKDKSKSKS) idk if you wanna just do headcannons go for it babes it’s a lot i know lmaooo
This is genius!! Omg, I’m not a twin either but I’m VIBING with this idea — I did headcanons because there was so muuchhh. I hope you like 💕
(T/n) = twins (first) name
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(L/n) Twins going to seperate schools and reuniting during a Shiratorizawa vs Nekoma practice match and Nationals:
• Due to unfortunate circumstances, (L/n) (T/n) had gotten into Shiratorizawa however, her twin sister (L/n) (Y/n) had to attend another school - luckily Nekoma had last minute vacancies.
• You stayed in Tokyo whilst your twin lived in the Shiratorizawa Dorms, it made seeing each other tricky but you always had video chats and since you were identical, it was easy to sneak into the dorms and stay for the weekend.
• You both loved Volleyball and had looked into your respective teams, (T/n) having the more famous one begrudgingly but being siblings... things got competitive.
“I’m going to become the manager of Shiratorizawa and I’m gonna take them to Nationals~” Was your twins cheery statement, whilst you playfully taunted her.
“Hah, more like they’ll take you, if I join Nekoma I’ll actually be useful.”
“No way - I’m a better manager than you (Y/n)!”
“Oh yeah?! Bring it on (T/n)! I’ll see you at Nationals - if you make it!” Thus, the challenge had begun.
• Nekoma and yourself had bonded, you’d heard the same about (T/n) and Shiratorizawa, it was like fate had gifted you your perfect matches in the end. Even if it meant being separated.
• It was around your second year with them that you’d heard about Karasuno, the once- upon-a-time rivals of Nekoma and how they’d organised a practice game with them over in Miyagi.
• You’d be playing other teams in the district to make it more beneficial... which is where your scheming came in.
“Hey, Tetsurō Senpai...”
“What do you want, you’re only ever so cute when you want something from me.”
“That’s not true! (Y/n)-chan is cute all of the time!” Yamamoto playfully punched his Captains shoulder, the latter reluctantly agreeing with a flush before clearing his throat and gesturing for you to continue.
“Think we could play Shiratorizawa whilst we’re over in Miyagi?”
“I’ll talk to Coach Nekomata and see what I can do, no promises though (Y/n).” Kuroo would do his best, you knew he tried for those he cared about, especially his team.
• It was no surprise then, that within 3 days you’d received a call from your twin.
“You’re coming to challenge me and my team (Y/n)?” The excitement in her voice, as well as that in yours was clear.
“You can thank Kuroo for that — you’ll finally get to meet my team!”
“And you mine! Tendō and Ushijima are incredible, I love them.” You’d spoken of respective players, shared stories and felt like you already knew part of each other’s teams despite never meeting them.
“Yes! I can’t wait - Lev isn’t coming with us, but Kenma and Yaku more than make up for it!”
“Lev is that first year you told me about right? I hope you’re ready to lose (Y/n), Goshiki is talented as hell.”
“And Nekoma is a unified machine, you’ll need a tissue to wipe away your loser tears~”
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• Fast forward to the training trip, and the second you walk into Shiratorizawa you and your twin immediately rush over to each other, a collision of hugs, screams and excited conversation exchanged amidst the suddenly silent room.
• Tendō is the one to separate you both, guiding you to stand side by side as he leans in to inspect you both with a finger on his chin.
“Well well well, seems our Chibi-chan has a Chibi-chan 2.0~”
Ushijima doesn’t seem all that phased by the phenomenon, meanwhile Shirabu had to restrain the awed interrogation of Goshiki.
• Nekoma weren’t quite as calm, immediately Tendō hopped out of the way as Yamamoto tackled you, gawking between you and (T/n) whilst Inuoka attempted to null his yells.
“(Y/n)?! THERES TWO OF YOU?! DOUBLE THE BEAUTY!”
“Aw he’s cute, my team are never so nice to me.” (T/n) tutted, a subtle glare sent to Shiratorizawa - Satori being the one to stick his tongue out.
“Trust me, Yamamoto is the only one.” Cue your mirroring glare sent to a scheming Kuroo, whilst Nekomas Ace is still gushing over the two of you.
• The teams are moderately amused once the game starts as the main smack-talkers are you and (T/n) hollering over the court as you’d reached the Third Set at a tie. Friendships between both teams were formed due to your family relations.
• It’s not until the game is over and the Captains shake hands whilst you two hug it out with congratulatory words and playful insults that they start messing around again.
“C’mon (Y/n), we’ve gotta go~” Kuroo smugly states, purposefully slinging an arm around (T/n)s’ shoulders and guiding her out.
Before you had the chance to retaliate, Tendō gladly joined in.
“The Cat Captain is right, I’ve missed my little kitten anyway~” The redhead cheerfully gave you a high ten, intertwining your fingers in the process adding intimacy and offered a mischievous wink which you only laugh at.
• Nekoma are freaking out, that’s their manager and they’d know if you had a boyfriend, right? Yaku and Kai are quick to hold back Yamamoto with Kuroo suddenly sweeping you away from Satori since Ushijima had already reclaimed (T/n).
“That’s our kitten- ah manager.”
“And (T/n) is ours, but I look forward to seeing you at Nationals Nekoma.” The Captains bid one another farewell and you can only hope to play your twins’ team again.
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• Shiratorizawa didn’t make it to Nationals (since Karasuno beat them) but (T/n) wanted to come and support you (bitterly). Ushijima came with her too since he’s the Captain and wanted to keep you two out of trouble. Plus he loves Volleyball.
• It’s when you’re checking the matchups do you encounter your beloved rivals, whilst Nekoma were distracted you went to scope out the area. ‘Luckily’ for you, you bumped into other competitors, the blonde ‘accidentally’ tripping.
“Woah, are you okay-“ Before you could finish, he’d interrupted all suave.
“Yeah, I just fell for ya that’s all~“
“-send me a postcard next time~”
There was a moment of silence, you impressed by the smoothness and him awed by the sheer sarcasm.
• The boy introduced himself as Miya Atsumu, Inaruzakis Setter and took note of your Nekoma jacket, asking you to watch him play if you got the chance. Especially if you become opponents.
• Bidding farewell, you found (T/n) with a bright smile upon her face, Onigiri in hand.
“The games haven’t even started and you’re eating.” Was your bemused observation, your twin scoffing with an innocent pout.
“I was hungry, and this cute player from Inarizki recommended the teriyaki Onigiri here so I brought some, wanna try?” (T/n) justified, showing the item to you.
“I met an Inarizaki player too, and I’m too nervous to eat but thanks (T/n).”
“Suit yourself, good luck and I’ll look for you later.” She rejoined Ushijima, the pair waving as you met up with Nekoma.
• It isn’t until after the first round beating Kiyokawa High School, before the Karasuno vs Inarizaki game that you’d encounter the Miyas again — or rather Atsumu approached (T/n).
“Yer scoping out the competition huh gorgeous? I don’t blame ya (L/n), ‘Samu and I are the best of the best.” The blonde proudly told (T/n), thinking you’d shed your Nekoma jacket to be inconspicuous.
“I— I don’t even know you? Wait, how do you know my name?!”
• Osamu meets the pair, and actually thinks it through, Atsumu on the other hand jumps to conclusions.
“We just saw eac-“ Hearing (T/n), Atsumu was quick to argue but Osamu kicked his calve.
“Shut it dumbass.”
“Hey, loser twin!” You called over, gaining the attention of her and the Miya Twins.
“Ah... ‘Samu there’s two of them...”
“That’s what I was gonna tell ya.”
• It must’ve been a twin instinct (twinstinct hehe) but yourself and Osamu could tell the individual differences/quirks immediately, hence how he’d figured it out so quickly. A mutual smile was shared as your respective twins continued their petty insults.
• “(T/n)! Ushijima is looking for you and I need to find Kuroo so...”
“Oh, yer boyfriends?”
“Uh - aha -no no, our Captains.” Your twin managed, flustered and embarrassed - you were glad she’d spoken because you were no better with the heat on your skin.
“Perfect, tell your Captains’ that we’re not sorry for keeping you~” Atsumu shouted as you both waved goodbye and headed back to the stands/courts.
• Nekoma won against Sarukawa Tech High, your next opponents currently battling it out on the court which you’d all raced to see - mainly for Karasuno.
But it was during the break after the first set that the twins approached the stands, well, you.
“(Y/n), ya won?” It was brave of Osamu to address you so casually but you didn’t mind.
“Of course, my team, my friends, are truly amazing. Our next opponent is either Karasuno or you.”
“You’ll be facing me- us- Inarizaki! Don’t you worry sweetheart.” It seemed whatever suaveness Atsumu once had was long gone by now.
• They played incredibly, but the entirety of Nekoma were glad of Karasunos’ victory, you’d taken a second to see the twins though.
“You were amazing, I’m grateful I got to see you both play. Looks like you won’t be facing me after all, sweetheart~”
“Yeah well- I— jus’ watch yer back next year beautiful. I’m comin’ for ya.”
“OHO! NOT ON MY WATCH PRETTY BOYS!”
“Yamamoto! Apologies for him.” Yaku forced the Mohawk to bow, Kuroo slipping an arm around your waist with a smirk. “But he’s not wrong.”
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• You were staying with (T/n) for the weekend, utilising Shiratorizawas practice break to tell the tale of the Miyas and their flirting. The team were oddly protective over the both of you, but you hadn’t the time to question it with Goshikis inquiry.
“Okay, so if you two had children with the Miya twins respectively... would your children be identical?”
“...”
“...”
“We won’t have to find out.” If anyone else had said it you wouldn’t have believed them, but something about the certainty of Wakatoshi made you both smile.
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#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#anime x reader#anime headcanons#shiratorizawa#nekoma
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DELTARUNE SPOILERS
Heyyy! I wrote a thing involving Jevil and the Chapter 2 Superboss! I'm going to put it under the cut, but at the end, there will also be an Ao3 link if you wanna support me there!
Thank you! Remember to Reblog if you wanna
The Lightner Trio walked down the stairs in the Queen's massive manor, their hurried footsteps echoing like a rough pitter-patter in the technological nightmare. The massive lair confused and bamboozled them, but they definitely wanted to figure out the mystery behind what the Fountains were about, what Queen's true intentions were… and what was in the basement?
"Uhh… Kris?" Ralsei asked, his soft voice echoing out. "Why are we even here? Aren't Queen, Noelle, and Berdly upstairs? And not here…?"
Susie quickly interrupted him, punching his arm lightly to get his attention. "Of COURSE they aren't here. But whatever is here is probably important. Right, Kris?"
"I guess!" The currently blue human replied. "I've been asked by some… guy, about doing these weird favors for him. He really wants me to be alone."
"We sure he ain't a p-" Before Susie could finish her thought, Ralsei muffled her mouth with his scarf. "Who is he? And why does he want you to be alone?"
"His name is Spamton, I think. I don't know much about him, but he gave me this Loaded Disk earlier, and--"
Suddenly, a strange, chaotic voice rang out. Everyone recognized it. The tail attached to Ralsei's cloak popped off, diamonds and hearts flying out with it. The tail spun and took form, and the chaotic Jester they quite literally put to rest yesterday was reawakened.
"Spamton? SPAMTON? The same Spamton who wished for me to go, to go, and be free, free?" Jevil laughed chaotically, with Ralsei caught quite off guard. "You know him?"
"That dorito chip was part of the reason why I was set free, he was! He used to rule this world, before the Queen I've been hearing oh so much about took over. Oh, I MUST know more of how you met that ridiculous lunatic! And that's coming from ME, ME! Spamton, oh Spamton, I'd like to have a word with him~!" Jevil looked quite pissed off, his normally jovial expression looking slightly stern.
"I didn't wanna go down there anyway. Just come back, okay? You're kind of carrying us with your defense boost." Kris, with a neutral expression, gave the clown the disk they were gifted by the malignant salesman, and watched as Jevil immediately sprinted off into the basement. They could hear an echoed "Buh bye~! I'll be back in a few hundred words!" As the jester descended into the decrepit basement below...
Jevil entered the musty, rotting cellar. Despite him rarely stepping on the ground, each step he did take left a haunting impact on his feet. It was silent, save for the occasional rustling of his clothes. He didn't have long to do this. His physical form only had a few hours to be out and about before he solidified, just like the young boy and the puzzle freak. Thankfully, that's all he needed. He was getting excited, almost giddy, to interact once more with his old acquaintance. Oh, what a wonderful conversation they'd have!
He didn't walk for too much longer before he found the train station that was buried deep below. Or was it a roller coaster? Whoever had this built clearly had some elaborate roundabout in mind… too bad they were still imprisoned, haha! Jevil walked and floated across the tracks, reaching a room with a decaying robot inside.
He knew this was a bad idea. But when did he ever have good ideas?
Without hesitating, the joker put the disk into the robot. At first, nothing happened, and he was getting impatient VERY quick. He gave the robot a swift kick in the lower area, before stepping back out of the room.
Step…
Step…
SLAM! The clown was admittedly caught off guard with how fast the silhouette from above came and pushed him onto his knees. With a small gasp for air, Jevil looked up slowly at the encroaching menace. The jagged movements, the glitchy, unsolidified form… this was him alright.
"KRIS… MY LOYAL [Sponge!] THANK… YOU. THE [Clown Around Town!] I REMEMBER YOUR [Disgusting] FACE. EVERYONE WAS SO [Thrilled] TO SEE YOUR [Calcified] FACE." The massive robotic behemoth loomed over Jevil, rage in his glasses. Spamton NEO.
The clown got up, a smug, shitfaced expression on his mug. He knew damn well that the dorito in front of him was pissed off, so he leaned back in the air to retort. "At least I drink plenty of milk, uee hee hee! As for you, you haven't changed one bit since we last spoke~! Or would it be a byte, a byte? Regardless, I do hope you've given up on the illusion of freedom, freedom~! The only one who can be free is MEEE!"
The robotic menace swung around to the other side of Jevil, making it very clear who was in charge of the conversation. A small concentrated blast of Pipis was fired at the jester, pushing him back with a surprising amount of force. "YOU ACT SMUG, BUT YOU [Crashed our stocks!] AND THEN YOU [Spoiled relations with our Esteemed Partners!] I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU… GOT IN HERE, YOU… [Tuna Fish,] BUT I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR [Roundabout!] AGAIN!"
Jevil laughed maniacally at this thought. This guy was mad! Over something that happened how long ago? Why even bother holding a grudge still? Petty, petty! He knew why, and it's why he came back too. "You influenced him. That pretty little kitty. You gave him enough funds to release me into that carousel of bliss and innocence! But I wasn't done, not one bit! And all those years, spent being free… they made me realize something, my dearest Spamton."
The oddly calm tone coming from the jester put Spamton NEO at an incredible amount of unease. "WHAT? WHAT COULD YOUR [Calcified Lump] THINK OF THAT WOULD MEAN ANY GODDAMN THING TO ME?"
"I CAN DO ANYTHING!"
The joker used his latent power to pelt the giant mecha with small white hearts. Spamton was caught off-guard, stumbling back a fair amount. Of course, you have to fight fire with fire, so the robot used his abilities to send out a Big Shot of blue Spamton Head Pipis.
"YOU [Saturated Marketshare!] YOU CAN'T SIMPLY ATTACK ME AND EXPECT IT TO WORK [As seen on TV!] I'M A [BIG SHOT!] [BIG SHOT!!!]"
Jevil hopped up onto the ceiling, clearing the first few Pipis on the lower row heading his way. Unfortunately, the higher row caught him clean in the face as he bounced between the two, making a small Jack-in-the-box melody as he pinged around.
"SPAMTON, MY BELOATHED! I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE TRAPPED IN A CAGE WITH A SHARK, A SHARK! YOU GET BITTEN AND CHEWED UP!"
The fool retaliated by running circles around Spamton, turning into a carousel of horse bullets! The robot, in a surprising feat of puppeteering, dodged the attack almost perfectly… until a stray horsie cut a string, sending the mech's right arm into the horse race. One thing about arms with cannons on them? They fire.
As soon as it happened, Jevil was face to face with a swarm of Pipis all around him. He was stuck. All of them exploded brilliantly, sending the clown flying clean across the rotting tracks and into the wall. Tauntingly, mockingly even, Spamton NEO retorted.
"I'M THE SHARK NOW, JEVIL! I'VE CHEWED UP SO MANY [Failed Buisness Partners] THAT I COULD MAKE A WHOLE [Presentation] OUT OF THEM! STAY OUT OF MY GODDAMN WAY, OR [Sparkle like new!] YOU BRAT."
The buisnessman charged at Jevil, his hands becoming phones. "IT'S FOR YOU." Suddenly, before either of them could react, loud blasts of garbage noise manifest expelled from the phones, attacking the court jester with white blasts of energy. There was nothing he could do to stop this robot's onslaught, it looked like.
"OH SPAMTON, IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK? THAT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SO POWERFUL RIGHT NOW, NOW? I'D SUGGEST YOU LOOK UP, UP! YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT THOSE STRINGS IMPRISONING YOU, UEE HEE HEE! YOU'RE NOT A BIG SHOT, YOU'RE JUST A LAZY FRAUD WHO CAN'T STOP HANGING ON TO HIM! I GUESS SLEEPING FOR 100 YEARS DOESN'T MAKE LITTLE OLD ME MISS MUCH, RIGHT?"
Without warning, Jevil was myseriously gone from his corner. The spamware looked frantically for his target, before being struck in the arm, the leg, and the chest by scythes. Devilsknives. The last knive cut a few strings clean off the puppet, who briefly hit the ground before rising back up.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! [Hyperlink Blocked.] I'M STILL HIS LOYAL ASSOCIATE! HE MAY NOT HAVE TALKED TO ME IN [Employee of The Month for 144 months!] BUT HE'S STILL THERE…"
Jevil interrupted him cleanly and concisely. "FACE IT. YOU'RE NO BIG SHOT ANYMORE, SPAMTON G. SPAMTON. ALL YOU ARE IS A FAILED INVESTMENT, UEE HEE HEE!"
With those words, a purple blast came from behind the clown, striking the robot right in the noggin. He flew back a bit, giving the joker enough time to turn around to meet his esteemed guests.
"Ah, my imprisoners~! Didn't you guys have a Queen to rock-em sock-em?"
Susie immediately cut him off, as she punched him in the arm (causing his head to spring up, naturally.) "Well, Kris over here couldn't shake the feeling things were off. So they forced us down here, and now they're right. Somehow?"
"I know I'm right.. Jevil, who the hell is Spamton?" Kris replied, their worry about the situation starting to rise.
"It's of no concern to you~! His screws were almost as loose as mine, and I don't think it's my job to tighten them~! Uee hee hee! Thank you for the help, but I can do anything~! Even tell you guys that 3 coasters are about to come down and force you guys along for the ride~!"
Ralsei immediately stuttered something out. "Three… what?"
And just like that, with a loud rumbling, the heroes were swept up into 3 old, rusty carts, barrelling down the track. Jevil laughed to himself, proud of what he got to do. "Ah well, it's a shame I can't finish him personally…"
"But oh well! Are you proud, proud? They took care of him…"
"Doctor."
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#Deltarune#Deltarune Spoilers#Deltarune Chapter 2#Jevil#spamton#kris#ralsei#susie#undertale#okay cool thank you byyyyeeeee
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Like Father, Like Daughter
Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader & Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Requested by @ritiizzxxx : Hey I have a request can u do it where reader is Tony Stark's daughter and he has kept her a secret n when she was 15 and graduated from MIT and started creating her own tech then Tony decided to let the world know about her daughter. and also can u add some scenes where she's being sassy and sarcastic my father with all the Avengers.
Warnings: Swearing (maybe more than usual), fluff (kinda), and a bit of violence.
A/N: I’m not 100% sure if this was what you wanted, but I really hope you like it. As usual, I don’t own any GIFs and credit for the GIFs go to owner.
“Tony Stark, is it true that you have a daughter?”
“Is it Y/N?”
“Is Y/N Vulpine?”
Tony should have known that sending you to college at a young age would have major repercussions. You were already an intern at Stark Industries and after graduating at the top of your class at MIT at only fifteen year years old, he should have know that people would start to suspect something.
You majored in Physics and Engineering, just like him, but you also had a Masters degree in Business and Finance. Obviously, people would make the connections between you and him, but he never expected people to make the connection between you being Vulpine.
“What are you working on?” You looked up from your work station to see your dad walking up to you.
“Just something that analyzes an opponents fighting style and predicts their next moves and what their weaknesses are,” you say. You knew that you dad had created something similar, but not to exactly like this.
This automatically analyzes the way an opponent fights and tells you the best way to beat them in any area of combat. It would alert you if their form was ever off and would tell you the best way to use their weaknesses to your advantage.
Yep, you were definitely his daughter.
“I’m planning on installing it into mine and Peter’s suits so that we don’t repeat what happened in Symkaria.”
“What happened in Symkaria?” You freeze, suddenly realizing what you let slip. Your dad wasn’t supposed to know about Symkaria. You and Peter had agreed not to tell anyone about it because they’d probably never send you on a mission to a foreign country again.
“It was a disaster and you don’t want to know.” Your dad seemed to accept that before clearing his throat.
“So, listen. I am so proud of everything you’ve achieved,” he says. “You’re tough, smart, amazing, and-”
“What did you do?” You eyed him suspiciously. He tended to go overboard on compliments whenever he wanted something or did something he wasn’t supposed to.
“What? Nothing. I was just going to ask how you felt about the public finding out who you really are.”
You thought about it for a second. You were ready to let the world know that you were Y/N Stark, but at the same time, it could cause major problems. Just like how Peter’s made up name is Spider-Man, your is Vulpine. Vulpine was meant to be mysterious, mischievous, and somebody nobody knew anything about.
It made thing a lot easier when nobody knew who Vulpine was. You didn’t have to worry about people coming after you or your friends. Not that you couldn’t handle it, but the last time somebody found out who you were was a disaster.
“I’m not really sure how I feel about it,” You say thoughtfully. “I’m nervous that if they find out I’m your daughter that they might find out about me being Vulpine.”
“I know.” You knew that he understood where you were coming from. He had stopped trusting telling people that you were his daughter after someone had tried to use you against him. “I’m nervous about that too.”
“Y/N, the download is complete,” you AI says in a gravelly voice.
“What was that?” Your dad asks. “Did you make your own AI?”
“Yes, I did and his name is Cas,” you giggle, knowing that that your dad would know what you were talking about. Modeled the voice exactly like it sounded on TV.
“Like that guy on TV?”
“Yep.” You become serious again, because you needed to turn the topic back to the serious conversation you were having with your dad. “Anyway, before to tell the world that I’m your daughter, we need to figure out how to keep my Avenger identity a secret. People can’t know that Vulpine and I are the same person.”
Your dad had ended up setting up a meeting will all of the available Avengers. That included Clint, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Peter.
“We could say that Vulpine went on a vacation?” Clint suggests. He earns a few looks from people around the table for suggesting something so out of character for Vulpine to do.
“Why would Vulpine go on a vacation?” Peter speaks up. Out of everyone in the room, Peter knew the most about you and Vulpine. You were partners after all. Besides, Vulpine definitely didn’t seem like the vacation type.
“I don’t know?”Clint said as he looked at you nervously. “Even mischievous superheros need breaks.”
“Right, because that wouldn’t be suspicious at all,” you say. Around the table you see Nat, Steve, Sam, and Bucky nodding their heads in agreement with you. Under the table, Peter gently squeezes your hand.
“I thought it was a good idea,” Clint pouts.
“What about a look alike?” Peter asks. “While Mr.Stark introduces you as his daughter, we could have a look alike do something on the other side of the city.”
“That could work if we find someone who looks like me”, you say, nodding your head thoughtfully. “Wait a second!”
“What?”
“Peter, remember when we went to that Fleetwood Mac concert in California?” You ask. Peter smiles as he remembers the time the two of you spent in California. It was good timing because there weren’t any looming threats, Peter’s school was on break, and crime in New York had been pretty nonexistent while you were gone.
Excuse me, but when was this?” your dad asked. You really need to be better at keeping these things from your dad.
“Yeah, and we made clones of ourselves so that nobody would notice we were gone for a whole week!” Peter, ignoring your dad, says excitedly. You couldn’t blame him. You and Peter had a really great week.
“You made clones of yourselves?” Steve finally pipes up.
“They’re more like interactive holograms that we downloaded our daily routine and personalities into.”
“Definitely her father’s daughter.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you smile.
“Normally, I would ground both of you for running off for a week” Your dad starts. “but I’m impressed so I’ll let it slide.”
“Peter and I will probably have to go digging through my lab to find them first, but I’m sure we could get them ready.” You look at Peter, making sure he was okay with that.
“Great. You two do that. I’ll go schedule a press meeting.” The meeting pretty much broke up the second your dad left the room. You and Peter walked hand in hand to your lab that was right across from your room. You usually kept it pretty neat and tidy... except for the storage room.
It took about twenty minutes longer than you expected and Peter had to do most of the heavy lifting, not that you minded.
“I just realized how useful these could be,” you say as you and Peter begin to set up the ones modeled after yourselves. “Just think of all the prank we could pull everyone.”
“They could also be useful on missions. Like decoys,” Peter tells you. You may have graduated college when you were fifteen, but sometimes you wondered who the actual genius in this relationship was.
“Pete, your a genius!”
“Says the girl who graduated from MIT when she was fifteen,” Peter blushes.
“Says the boy who is way smarter than he let’s on,” you say back to him. Sometimes it was like he didn’t know how smart he really was. You knew for a fact that he is probably smarter than all of his teachers combined.
“Enough flirting! Just find your freaking clones!” Sam yells as he walks past your room.
“After what happened in Symkaria, I can flirt with whoever I want!” You yell back. Yeah, Symkaria ended up being a disaster, but at least it was the push you and Peter needed to confess your feelings for one another.
“But just me, right?” Peter asks.
“Just you.” You plant a soft kiss on his cheek before the two of you get back to work.
The next morning, you and Peter sent your “clones” to Brooklyn while you and Peter went to the press conference that your dad had set up. You couldn’t believe how crazy these reporters were asking. It was a lot of one talking right over the other so you couldn’t understand a single thing any of them were saying. Finally, your dad had somehow managed to shut them all up
“You all ask if Y/N is my daughter, and it’s easy to see why.” Your dad gets started on the speech that Pepper had made for him, but then he puts the cards down, planning to talk for himself. “She is gifted, talented, probably smarter than me, and an overall amazing person. She has created tech that I have never even thought of and she’s been an intern at Stark Industries since she was only eight years only. Y/N Stark is my daughter.”
“Is Y/N Vulpine?” a blonde reporter asks. That causes the other reporters to stark buzzing out questions too before your dad quiets them again.
“Y/N is not-” Before he could finish, you spot an all too familiar looking face. Freaking Symkaria.
“Fucking shit!” You say, letting your frustration out before the Symkarian guard pulls out a sword and approached you and your dad with it. Peter tries to stand protectively in front of you (you’re pretty sure he just wants to get back at the guard for what he did) but you push Peter away. He doesn’t have his web shooters or his suit.
Luckily, you were trained by both Nat and Bucky. Each time the guard swung the sword at you, you were able to dodge it with ease. Working around the guard as he kept swinging at you, you sneakily removed his belt. After you had it, you wrapped it around his hand that he held the sword with, effectively causing him to drop his weapon.
“You will never get away with what you did.” The guard hisses out at you with his German-like accent. “Prince Adonis will have his revenge.”
“Seriously?”You dad asks looking amused. “Whatever happened to ‘the world must never know’”
“That was before I was attacked,” you shrugged. There was no way in hell that people would believe that you and Vulpine were two separate people now. You literally just disarmed a Symkarian guard on live TV. “Would you like to do the honors?” you ask you dad, giving him permission to tell the world.
“The truth is...” he begins but you decided, for dramatic effect, to interrupt him.
“I am Vulpine.”
A/N: Again, I’m still not sure if this was what you wanted, @ritiizzxxx , but I hope you still like it.
#tony stark x daughter!reader#tony stark x daughter reader#tony stark x platonic!reader#avengers#avengers x reader#avengers reader insert#peter parker x avenger!reader#the avengers#vulpine#peter parker#peter parker x reader#tom holland peter parker#peter parker x reader insert#peter parker x stark!reader
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Hello, hello! This week, we are going on a little:
Home Tour!
Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics. Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures (non-beta)!
For both:
What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)
Living room and home office (if any)?
Kitchen and dining room?
Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)
Other rooms?
Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?
What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?
Masterlist
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Ethan: Why does this feel like we're doing MTV Cribs?
Casey: What's that?
Ethan: You have to be kidding me... every kid and teenager on the nation watched that show in the late 90's.
Casey: Ethan... you do remember that I'm 10 years younger than you, don't you? Also, I can't imagine you as the type of teenager who would watch MTV.
Ethan: I didn't watch it... my girlfriend did.
*The doorbell rings*
Casey: That explains a lot... Bree is here!
Casey: Hey, Bree! Welcome to our home!
Bree: Hey guys... wow, this home is impressive! Can you tell me more about it?
Ethan: We got this place shortly before getting married. We agreed that we wanted to have a new beginning at a new place, so we moved in here right after the wedding.
Casey: We got this two-story duplex because it had everything we were looking for: plenty of space with a beautiful view, a nice kitchen, and enough rooms for his dad and my brother to stay here with us when they come to visit.
Ethan: It's also close to Edenbrook, which is important for us if there is an emergency and we are needed at the hospital.
Casey: And even though this wasn't something that we were looking for, there are three outside areas that are exclusive to us and that we fell in love with: a terrace that I´ve been in charge of renewing because it was a mess, a secluded patio and the rooftop and its pool, which is Ethan's favorite place.
Ethan: Swimming after a long day of work helps me clear my mind. The fact that the pool also has a view of Boston Common makes this place very impressive, too.
Casey: True... most of the time I go to the pool with him, but I can't swim, it freaks me out, so he's definitely the one who makes the most of it.
Ethan: I've tried to teach you...
Casey: And we always get distracted... you should stick to teaching medicine, Dr. Ramsey *smirks*
Casey: Then we have the living room. It is so big that decorating it was a nightmare... but we love the result. By the way, have you seen the paintings? Both were a gift from Evelyn, our patient in the diagnostics team.
Ethan: We don't use it a lot when it's only the two of us here, but it is the area we use the most when friends and family come to visit.
Bree: I can imagine a lot of people in this place and still having room for plenty more...
Casey: Me too! It's so sad that we weren't allowed to have a housewarming party here.
Ethan: If it's anything like the party you had during your intern year, maybe it's for the best...
Casey: Hey! How do you know about it? You literally *imitating Ethan* "had to decline my inivtation"...
Ethan: Is that you imitating me? I love you, but that was awful... of course I knew it because I could hear every nurse talking about it the next day... how did you manage to have all those people there?
Casey: I have no idea... but it was epic...
Ethan: One of the areas where we paid especial attention while looking for a home was the kitchen. We both enjoy cooking together, so we needed it to be comfortable enough for both of us. The fact that the dining room is right next to it is very practical, too.
Casey: And he was very specific about something...
Ethan: You're going to tease me forever with that...
Bree: I remember Casey telling that Ethan can't make pancakes...
Ethan: This is embarrassing... and pointless... *rolls his eyes*
Casey: This gorgeous man who happens to be my husband, had a dishwasher that he used even before I moved in to his old place... only because he hates doing the dishes...
*Bree and Casey laugh in unison*
Casey: Trust me, the water bill has dropped a lot since I moved in with you...
Ethan: I wouldn't be so sure... we don't use it in the dishwasher, but we take long showers...
Casey: Ethan! *begins to blush*
Ethan: I think I've just won this round, sweetheart *smirks*
Casey: This is the area of the house where we spend most of our time... because... uh... *blushes furiously*
Ethan: It's funny to see you blushing... I'm sure that Bree knows exactly what married couples do in a bedroom... *smirks*
Bree: Of course I do... you sleep... a lot... after those exhausting shifts, that's exactly what I'd do... *smiles*
Casey: We enjoy the view, too... anyway, the bedroom has three areas... there is of course, the area where we... sleep... then there is our bathroom where we take long showers... *winks at Ethan*
Ethan: ...and then there is what I call "Casey's chaos area"... or the closet. And it's only fair to say that yeah, I may hate doing the dishes, but she's the worst when having to fold her clothes... so Bree, don't even try to open her closet's door...
Bree: Okay, I won't *chuckles*
Casey: Lucky me for having a husband who offers as tribute to fold my clothes
Ethan: As lucky as I am for having a wife who volunteers to do the dishes...
*They stare at each other for a long, long time... Bree wonders if they forgot that she is right there with them*
Ethan: One of the things we agreed we wouldn't have when we were looking for a place was a home office, because we didn't want to bring the work home.
Casey: So we decided to make a change and we turned the office into a small living room for us to read, to watch TV... basically, a place to get cozy. And yeah, it became my favorite room in the house.
Ethan: Of course, the original plan of not having a home office failed. So we ended up building a small office, very secluded, that we avoid like the plague. We only use it as a very last resource.
Bree: Guys, I love the amount of books you have... they're almost in every single room of the house!
Ethan: Trust me, we didn't realize how many books we had until we moved to this place.
Casey: We don't watch much TV, but we both are heavy readers. Of course, the medical books are a must.
Ethan: And we finally have two guest rooms. They both look exactly the same, and one of them is for my dad and the other one is for Oliver, Casey's brother.
Casey: We love having them at our place, you know? We all four have this little family and we have a great relationship. So the main reason behind the guest rooms is us wanting them to visit more often.
Bree: Guys, your house is impressive... but I need to know... is this your dream home?
Ethan: It's perfect for this moment of our lives.
Casey: Exactly. We both love this place and we can't see ourselves living anywhere else... but we've been talking about the possibility of expanding our family in the future...
Ethan: It's a secret though, we haven't told anyone but you about it... *they smile at each other*
Bree: Really? That's great news, congratulations, guys! I feel honored!
Ethan: And the problem is that we both grew up in houses, so we don't know if a penthouse and a kid are compatible.
Casey: Exactly... but going back to your question, for me, this is more than I ever dreamed of. None of us grew up surrounded by luxuries, and I personally never had expensive stuff before coming to Boston, so this is definitely something that I'm not used to, and I don't think I ever will. But I think I'm speaking for both of us here, we're more than grateful for all of this.
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A/N: If you can read this post, then it means my Internet came back to life and that you have a lot of patience lol. Thanks a lot @jamespotterthefirst for sending these questions and contributing to my weekly procrastination quote. Loved it!
#newlyweds game with your host bree#newlyweds game#newlyweds ask game#answered asks#ethan ramsey#casey valentine#ethan x casey#casey x ethan
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Hi! I don’t know if anons freak you out - I know they weird some people out. But if you’re up for it I would love the Teacher AU, everybody knows/mistaken for couple? Is it possible to have Josh x Donna AND Sam x Will? Thank you!
hey! anons are all good with me as long as y’all aren’t saying mean things haha.
20. teacher au + 63. everybody knows/mistaken for couple
so here’s the thing: everyone thinks josh and donna are dating, but for the love of god, cj, there’s nothing going on. they’re just so clearly in love. donna, the english/lit teacher and drama club advisor (and, yes, when her freshmen read romeo and juliet, she makes them get up and act out pivotal scenes), has been teaching here since she was straight out of undergrad, so she knows this school like the back of her hand. josh has only been here for a couple of years—after a twenty-year career in politics ended with a bang (and just... really not in a good way—the incident basically ended up with him blacklisted from washington), he went to get his teaching certification because he may no longer be able to affect change in the government, but he can help the kids for the future.
when josh first arrived, his classroom was right across from donna’s. she sort of took him under her wing, showing him the best staff bathroom and times when the teacher’s lounge was emptiest. in the month before school started, when they were preparing for the year, they ate lunch together in donna’s classroom every single day, sometimes with cj and sam and will, sometimes not.
the rumors really start flying when they both chaperone homecoming. josh got donna a corsage as a joke, seriously, sam, it doesn’t mean anything. (it wasn’t a joke. he had a huge crush on her.). by the end of the year, they’ve been asked by nearly every teacher, a few bold students, and even a couple of nosy parents if they’re dating, to which they parrot out the “no, we’re just good friends.” who are they kidding, though? they’re both so gone for each other, and it’s pretty obvious.
and so, on the last day of school, after the bell has rung and the halls have been deserted, josh knocks on donna’s doorframe as she packs up her books for the year. “can i come in?” he asks shyly.
“yeah, of course.” she waves him in, and he leans back against a desk in the front row. “so, your first year teaching. how do you feel?” she looks up at him with a smile that melts his heart.
“i won’t lie, it was really hard. i mean, you were on the receiving end of all my frantic eleven pm texts. that being said,” he pauses. “it was nice to have a friend. made things easier. and better.”
she stands up, placing a tote of books on her desk. “i’m really glad to hear that. will really is such a good friend, isn’t he?” she says, making both of them laugh. “you think you’ll stay?” she asks quietly.
“yeah,” he says. “yeah, i think i will.” josh hesitates. “there is one more thing i need your advice on this year, though.”
she grins at him. “shoot.”
“over this last year,” he starts, standing up and walking around her desk so they’re face-to-face. “there have been a lot of changes in my life. and one of them... is that i’ve started to have feelings for someone i work with. and we’re really good friends, and i don’t want to ruin what we have. what should i do?”
“well,” donna says, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “maybe you... maybe you should just kiss her. and see if she kisses you back. i’m generally not big on surprising people with a first kiss, but i really don’t think she’ll be too surprised.”
“you know what i think?” he steps closer.
“what?”
“i think you,” he murmurs, snaking an arm around her waist, “give excellent advice.”
and when he kisses her, it’s perfect. it’s brief, chaste, but they don’t let each other go after.
“josh,” she runs her thumb along his cheekbone, “i think we might have to address some rumors we’ve been denying.”
“oh, who cares? they can find out when they find out.”
now, everybody thinks josh and donna are dating, but everybody (well, the teachers, at least) knows sam and will are dating. will, who teaches science and coaches the science olympiad, is a little awkward, but he has the gift of being really, really good at explaining physics. sam teaches junior/senior/ap english, and there are a LOT of pretty little liars jokes whispered amongst the students. he’d like to think of himself as more of a dead poets society kind of guy, though.
anyway, sam and will come in the same year, and they instantly hit it off. they’re still young and idealistic and in the closet to most of the people in their lives. they end up spending a lot of time together out of school. after a school-wide drama surrounding a sophomore’s coming out, will quietly admits to sam that he’s gay, and sam is like “oh, thank god. me, too.” they had both had an inkling that the other might not be straight, but they were both too afraid to talk about it (and their budding feelings for one another certainly didn’t push that conversation to the front).
it’s only a few months after that they admit their feelings and start dating. they have to keep it really, really quiet (they live in a somewhat progressive area, but two gay teachers dating each other? not ideal.). the only times they’ve ever actually gone out together, they’ve been out of the state. it’s really not that bad, though, because they would both prefer to stay in, anyway.
neither of them have ever said a word, but the rest of the staff knows. they know. during one of their lunches in donna’s classroom, cj casually mentions that she has a friend she could fix sam up with, and he just kind of clams up and spits out that he’s seeing someone. not anyone cj knows. just someone. sam doesn’t really like to talk about his love life, sorry. when she extends the offer to will, she gets a similarly vague, mildly panicked response. he’s also kind of seeing someone. it’s not super serious, but he’s not really looking at the moment. but thanks.
and so without sam and will having to have told cj, josh, and donna, they know. and after a few similar incidents with other teachers, the whispers start. no one dares say anything to their faces because they’re pretty sure will would quit out of embarrassment, and he’s the best science teacher they’ve got. they’re sure as hell not letting him go.
it’a not until a few years into their relationship that things take a turn. there’s a weeklong teacher conference in san francisco that summer, and it’s the perfect excuse for sam and will to take a trip. it’s almost intoxicating, honestly, to get in the same car without worrying who will see, to go out to dinner and hold hands across the table, to kiss on street corners without a care in the world.
they take a day’s detour through las vegas on their way back, and in a brilliant, fifth shot-idea, will turns to sam and simply says “let’s get married.” and thirty minutes later, they’re exchanging rings without thinking of the consequences. when they’re finally in the post-hangover stage, they decide they can just not wear the rings at school.
what they forget, however, is taxes, and when they have to file as “married”, people actually start talking to their faces. sam and will add weirdly shocked by the fact that so many people knew they were dating before, even though they were very bad at hiding it. they’re even more shocked by the fact that no one seems to care. no one is mad (mostly because they’ve all had years to adjust).
eventually, it gets out fully, and there’s somewhat of a scandal, mostly among conservative parents, but it’s shut down very quickly by principal mcgarry and superintendent bartlet (jess, i’m borrowing your brilliant idea). they put out a statement that essentially says “look, if you don’t like it, don’t send your kids here. we don’t know why anyone would want to take their kids away from a phd-level science teacher who has miraculously chosen to work here and a teacher who’s been cited as influential for a pulitzer prize nominee, but if you’re homophobic, we can’t do anything about it. teachers dating isn’t against the rules. suck it up.” after that, it blows over pretty quickly.
color palate/vibes: the gray of lockers, the bright secondary and tertiary colors of well-decorated classrooms. cute notes written on post-its in donna’s pretty terrible handwriting, snow days curled up in front of sam’s fireplace, being very, very careful not to look too long at the other in public (and failing miserably).
send me two tropes and a ship and i’ll tell you how i’d combine them into one story!
#listen since my set of professor au headcanons i have been unable to let go of science teacher will bailey#yes joshua malina is constantly correcting other people's grammar on twitter and yes will was a speechwriter and the communications director#but just imagine him as slightly awkward very nerdy but really fun science teacher#i love it for him#a vibe#bianca writes the tea#bianca's two tropes#the west wing#josh x donna#sam x will
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because i believe in you (zukka)
this was originally posted to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519252
here’s a zukka thing I wrote! enjoy! :)
Sokka can’t pinpoint the exact moment he started feeling nervous around Zuko. Which is weird, and Sokka can’t figure out what his deal is.
Why would I feel nervous around Zuko? He just went on an insanely dangerous prison-break rescue mission with me? He’s clearly changed and is making actual efforts to be a better person. So why does my stomach start to twist in a not-awful way whenever I’m around him?
Sokka contemplates this the night after the Boiling Rock rescue. Everyone else is asleep, and he’s on his side, watching the fire slowly die out. On the opposite side of the fire lies Zuko, who has started to sleep in the main outdoor area with everyone else rather than hole himself up in his room on warm nights. Sokka shifts onto his other side, so he’s facing out into the forest. When he glances up, he sees the moon. He always thinks of Yue when he looks at the moon. It used to hurt; he wasn’t able to stand the permanent reminder of one of his all-time worst failures. But over the past few months, as the wound in his heart slowly healed, he found the moon a comforting sight. Sokka was drifting off when suddenly, the weird feeling in his stomach made sense.
Oh, shit, he thinks to himself as his eyes snap open. He quickly turns back around to face Zuko, as if daring his heart to prove him wrong. When his heart speeds up at the sight of Zuko looking more peaceful and young than Sokka had ever seen him—spirits, we’re nearly the same age, aren’t we?—Sokka feels his stomach drop into the center of the earth and his heart leap into his throat.
••••••••••
“You never loved me, huh, Zuko?” Mai asks, her voice so much more emotionless and cold than normal that it sends a chill running up and down Zuko’s spine.
“Mai, no, I’m sorry, I just—it’s not—”
“Not what? Not my fault? Yeah, no shit, Zuko,” Mai snaps. Her arms are crossed. She’s standing over him, he’s tied up in the chair in the interrogation room in the Boiling Rock. He pushes down the tears welling up in his eyes.
“Of course it’s not your fault, Mai. I just…I couldn’t be there any more.” Zuko does his damnedest to not sound like he’s about to cry.
“First your uncle, now me. Which loved one are you going to turn against next, Zuko? Is there even anyone left who would care enough about you?”
“Mai,” Zuko starts, the pit of dread eating through his stomach so slowly yet as fast as Azula’s wit and lightning.
“I doubt it. After all the horrible shit you’ve done, I’m surprised your father ever wanted you back.” She leaned down and looked at Zuko right in the eyes as she continued, “He probably didn’t and just had you return to give off a merciful facade.”
Mai’s words feel like hundreds of thousands of knives cutting into his face and chest. He’s crying in earnest now, gasping for breath against the ropes that seem to tighten around him every second. He’s shaking his head, trying to tell Mai that he’s so, so sorry.
Mai leans down so her face is mere inches away from his. He can feel her breath. He can’t help but look into her eyes. Her eyes, which are full of pain and betrayal and rage.
“Ozai regrets giving you that scar Zuko,” Mai whispers. She grabs a handful of his hair from the back of his head and somehow tugs Zuko and the chair above the ground. She stands up straight and holds Zuko at eye-level. She pulls him close so that she speaks into Zuko’s ear.
“I wish I killed you that day, three years ago. The only decision I’ve ever regretted was letting you live.”
But Mai’s not Mai any more. When she stood, she grew taller. Her facial features grotesquely morphed into that of his father’s. Zuko can feel every single particle in his body shaking with terror.
“How dare you even consider the possibility that I could ever love you? That I could ever care about you? You’re a damned disgrace to your nation and to firebending as a concept. I should have just ended your pathetic and worthless life when you surrendered like the coward you are.”
Suddenly, the room is on fire. The ropes are digging deep into his skin. He can’t escape. And an enormous hand made of flames begins rushing towards his face—
••••••••••
Zuko wakes up crying. He sits up at an unnatural speed, and for a moment, he forgets where he is. He feels like he’s falling into an endless abyss. He shakes his head and lets his eyes adjust to the brightness. Seeing the number of concerned people rush up to him, he remembers where he is.
“Zuko!” Aang calls out, running up to him. “Are you okay?”
Katara, Toph, Suki, and Sokka aren’t far behind. Despite her evident distrust of him, Zuko thinks he sees something that looks like worry etched across Katara’s face. Suki runs at a faster pace as she approaches him.
They were probably all training, Zuko thinks to himself. He doesn’t have the mental space or energy to beat himself up over not being there training with them and helping Aang with firebending, or oversleeping and not gathering supplies they might need.
Zuko furiously wipes his eyes. “I’m fine,” he manages to get out.
“I don’t need my powers to know that you’re lying,” Toph says, kneeling down next to him.
Zuko takes a shaky breath. “It’s just nightmares,” he says. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Aang asks. “It sounded like a really bad one.”
Sokka and Suki kneels down next to him on his other side. Out of the corner of his good eye, Zuko can see Suki slowly raise her hand to place on his shoulder. Instinctively, he tenses up, and Suki’s hand stops before she places it in her lap.
“…It was,” Zuko quietly admits. “They happen all the time. I’m fine. Go back to doing whatever you guys were doing.”
After a few seconds of scanning him with her steely eyes, Katara quietly sighs. In another universe, she’d be an incredible firebender.
“I have some clean water if you need it. You know, to drink, splash on your face, whatever.” She sets her canteen next to him.
“No, thank you,” Zuko says. He’s trying to learn how to accept gifts and kind offers, but he feels like he can’t ask any more of his…friends, he supposes.
Yeah, these people are my friends, he tells himself. He knows it’s true, but it still doesn’t feel real.
“Well, it’ll be on my sleeping bag if you want it.” Katara picks up her canteen and gently tosses it on her makeshift pillow. She doesn’t look back at him. Suki gives him a sympathetic smile before rejoining Katara.
“Well, we’re here for you if you need anything, Zuko,” Aang offers. He follows after Katara, but he keeps glancing back over his shoulder, like he’s worried that if he looks away for too long then Zuko will freak out again. Zuko closes his eyes and counts to ten as he breathes. He tries the calming techniques that Uncle had taught him, but he couldn’t remember if if was inhale for four seconds and exhale for three, or the other way around, or—
“You coming, Sokka?” Aang calls out.
Zuko opens his eyes to find that Sokka didn’t leave with the others; rather he was still sitting next to Zuko, leaning back on his arms and his head tilted slightly to the side, as if he was studying Zuko. When Zuko meets Sokka’s eyes, Sokka blinks and startles and nearly falls over.
“What? Oh, uh, I’m good. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
Katara narrows her eyebrows at Sokka, but Aang just smiles and says “Okay! See ya later, Sokka!” as he cheerfully glides past Katara. Katara finally rejoins the rest of the group after glaring at her brother and the banished prince for what feels like weeks.
For a moment, it’s just Zuko and Sokka. They’re both quiet, both a bit unsure of what they’re doing, until Sokka clears his throat.
“I, uh, I found a clearing not far from the other side of the temple,” Sokka starts as he fidgets with his boomerang holster. “Wanna go practice sword-bending?”
Zuko raises his eyebrows.
“There’s a stream that flows through it, and there’s a small freshwater pond with koi,” Sokka continues.
Is he blushing? Zuko thinks to himself, squinting, trying to get a better look at the exact color of Sokka’s face.
“Okay,” Zuko replies—and immediately mentally kicks himself.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Say something nice, like ‘thank you,’ or…Oh! how about—
“I mean, uh, thank you for the offer. I’d…I’d love to join you. For…sword-bending.”
Sokka’s face lights up and it reminds Zuko of the sun. He feels himself blush and immediately turns away to get his dual-swords. As he’s readying the straps on his sheaths, he forces himself to push down the rising feelings of butterfly-birds in his stomach.
I shouldn’t—no, I can’t—put someone through that again. All I did to Mai was hurt her, I can’t do that to Sokka. He deserves someone better for him…he deserves someone who deserves him.
Zuko tried to nail these ideas into every part of his brain, but the beating of his heart kept causing them to fall and break.
••••••••••
“Okay…can we…take a breather…please?!” Sokka gasps in between his exhausted breathing.
Zuko nods and they collapse onto their backs next to each other, both staring up at the sky. The sun had already made its arc over them and it was just starting to set. They had been training for hours, and they finally decided to rest next to the small pond.
“We should probably start heading back soon,” Zuko suggests. “You sister will get mad.”
“Eh, let her be mad. We were training our bending abilities!”
Zuko raises a single eyebrow.
“‘We’?” he asks
“We’re all sort of benders in a way,” Sokka jokes, turning on his side to face Zuko. “Katara has her waterbending, Aang has his airbending, Toph has her earthbending, you have your firebending, and I—” Sokka pulls out his favorite weapon “—have my boomerang-bending!”
“I thought you said ‘sword-bending’ earlier?” Zuko replies, his mouth curling into a small smile.
“Well, this is my boomerang, and I like the sound of ‘boomerang-bending’ more than I like ‘sword-bending,’” Sokka smirks.
“Nah,” Zuko gently nudges his foot against Sokka’s. “‘Sword-bending’ is catchier.”
“Well, maybe it is, but I like ‘boomerang-bending’ better! Besides, I’m better at boomerang-bending than you’ll ever be,” Sokka says as he nudge’s Zuko’s arm. “I’m a boomerang-bending master!”
Both of them pretend like their casual touches don’t feel like a small electric shock of warmth. Zuko and Sokka both chuckle.
“Well, you’re right about that,” Zuko replies, easing himself up. Sokka also sits up properly, and the two boys face each other.
Zuko looks into Sokka’s eyes for what feels like hours, and Sokka looks into Zuko’s eyes intently, studying them as if they’re the last thing he’ll ever see.
They’ve been subconsciously moving towards each other before Zuko blinks, stops, and clears his throat. Sokka blinks and gives Zuko a quizzical look.
“What’s wrong?” Sokka asks.
“Nothing,” Zuko replies, quickly looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers.
Sokka looks down at the ground and begins drawing swirls in the dirt. He draws (what Zuko can only assume are) boomerangs, waves, and flames.
“I, uh…” Zuko starts, not meeting Sokka’s eyes as the other boy’s head shot up to look at Zuko. “I want to thank you.”
“Oh, no problem. We all need to be training for when the comet arrives. Gotta be on our A-game for taking down the Fire Lord!”
Zuko can’t keep himself from chuckling a little bit.
“That’s not what I wanted to thank you for. And you do realize that when—if—you defeat my father, that either I or my sister will take the throne next?”
Sokka doesn’t miss how Zuko’s voice grows slightly more unsteady as he speaks about the possible future.
“Why wouldn’t you take the throne?”
“Have you met my sister?”
“Fair enough.”
“And even if there was no succession crisis, you guys realize that I’ll be the new Fire Lord, right?”
“Yeah, and what about it?”
Zuko’s ember-golden eyes meets Sokka’s ocean blue ones.
“What do you mean ‘what about it?,’ Sokka?! I can’t be the Fire Lord! I don’t know how to lead an entire nation! Let alone one whose current legacy is that of imperialism, destruction, and genocide! And ending the war that my great-grandfather started? The war that the Fire Nation is currently winning—”
“Well, I’d say we’re almost tied—”
Zuko rolls his eyes.
“The war that’s been going on for a whole century that my whole nation has been in support of for its entire duration! How will it look to my subjects when I end the war that’s been providing them with their entire livelihoods?! I know that they should get new livelihoods—that sounds like something you’d say—” (Sokka nods) “but it’s not that easy! And what about the conquered territories? How can I help them? Will they even want my help? And what about—”
“Hey!”
Sokka interrupts a clearly overwhelmed Zuko by placing his left hand on Zuko’s cheek and his right hand on Zuko’s shoulder. The touch came naturally to Sokka, who’s used to grabbing Katara by the face whenever she gets overworked and needs a clear head. He’s able to tell his right hand to not touch Zuko’s scar, thankfully. He doesn’t fear it, but he doesn’t want to find out from experience if Zuko reacts negatively to other people touching his scar. Sokka stares deep into Zuko’s eyes, which are starting to tear up. Sokka feels his heart crack and it takes every remaining ounce of self control he has to not physically wince at the pain of Zuko crying. Sokka begins rubbing tiny circles into Zuko’s cheek, and Zuko practically leans into the touch as he closes his eyes. Zuko brings his hand up to Sokka’s and places his other hand on Sokka’s knee. He’s not sure if he feels Sokka shiver or his own hands shaking. (It’s both.)
“Hey,” Sokka says again, quieter. Zuko opens his eyes and finds Sokka intently staring at him.
“Look, Zuko, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re, like, already a better Fire Lord than your dad. You clearly care about your people as people and not as a means to an end—that end being like power or whatever. If you carry that attitude with you throughout your reign, you’re going to be the best spirits-damned Fire Lord in the history of all the nations. I know it, Zuko.” Sokka’s voice quiets as he takes a deep breath and finishes with: “I believe in you.”
Zuko thinks about how easy it would be to get lost in Sokka’s eyes, and then realizes that he is lost in Sokka’s eyes.
Sokka isn’t sure what brings him to pull Zuko more towards him, and Zuko doesn’t know why he simply lets himself be pulled, but they both know that this is exactly where they’re supposed to be—together.
Sokka closes the remaining distance between them by pressing his lips against Zuko’s.
Zuko feels himself falling, but this time it’s a good feeling.
Because he knows that somehow, Sokka will catch him.
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prior to his leave— at around ten o’clock— renjun paid his respects to your company ceo, eunha, and of course, you.
subtly, he took you away from a conversation between another one of your interns as he guided you to a secluded area in the lobby. you scowled your eyes at him before sharply asking what he wanted.
“i’d slow down there, princess. i’m the biggest ceo in china, i can ruin your career like that,” he ended with a snap of his fingers, “ but don’t worry, my love. i wouldn’t do that to you. i just came back to say that i’m taking my leave for tonight. i hope to see you around,” he winked and walked off. however, before he actually left the venue, he was quick to snap a picture of you before actually leaving to his car and sending the picture to his team— his other team.
by the time renjun reached his mansion, he sent doyoung the pictures he took and a general description of your physical appearance. the boys were on their way researching right on time.
—
the weekend came by and you were on your way to ‘style studio’ for an appointment with a regular client. she seemed to like you tons and you couldn’t really blame her, you were the whole package.
when you first entered the small clinic, you saw renjun waiting in the waiting room of the lobby. he was reading some magazine— which featured some of his apparels— before looking up to see who entered the building.
prior to your entrance, renjun figured out where you worked within the body and soul inst. and immediately drove his way there after making a few agreements between some of your coworkers just for a chance to see you again. he figured it was all a coincidence and would never be able to see you again, but he remembered who he was. and huang renjun was capable of a lot of things, which made it possible for him to locate where and when you worked, exactly.
clueless as to who was in the waiting room, you greeted the receptionist— hayoon— a good morning before he told you that someone was looking for you, specifically ceo huang renjun. unfortunately, you were wearing some accessories made by huang&co. which made you regret choosing to wear them in the first place. his company made cute and trendy items, of course you purchased some accessories— though you were to admit that they were a bit on the pricier side.
renjun seemed to notice that you were looking over your shoulder and peering at him so he set aside the magazine that he had in his hands and walked over to you. gently smiling at hayoon and guiding you towards the hallway.
“mr. huang, what a pleasure seeing you here. on a saturday. at eight o’clock in the morning,” you said through gritted teeth. the man only grinned and asked if you were busy. he also complimented your choice of accessories.
“of course i am, i have a job. and don’t flatter yourself, they were gifts,” you snapped back and got your keys to open your office to get ready for the appointment you had today. but before you were able to open the door, his hand covered the doorknob, preventing you from opening it and turning to him. you looked at him with your brows furrowed and eyes blazing.
“are you busy later? let’s have dinner, my treat,” he smugly said. you blinked at him like he was a crazy person and noticed your client walk through the entrance doors. you didn’t end up responding to him and just pushed past the door to start your day. he just had to show up then.
you just closed the door in his face but then there were screams that were heard out in the hallway. frantically, you peeped open the door just a smidge and detected the amount of fans barging into the clinic. huang fucking renjun.
the older client walked into the room earlier than the fans that had barged in. there weren't a lot of people but it was a good amount that made everyone that was in the building freak. even the client herself was shocked to see ceo huang renjun in the building way too early in the morning. to that, you just laughed it off and got ready to start her treatment.
she was actually the only client you were taking that day and the rest is history. you had no other plans for the day but you definitely did not want to make plans with the ceo himself; he was immature, and inappropriate.
it was only about eleven in the morning when you packed up your things to go back home. surprisingly enough, renjun was still present in the clinic. right when you locked the door to your office, renjun appeared from out of the men’s bathroom and looked at his surroundings, instantly recognizing you walking toward the exit.
out of your peripheral vision, you knew he was still there so you silently groaned but still walked out to your car.
but to your dismay, renjun knocked on your car window startling you. and it only took a minute for you to come back to your senses. you sighed to yourself and rolled down your tinted windows.
“mr. huang, what can i do for you now?” you fakely smiled as he discreetly looked around through his sunglasses. he then leaned against the car door and let his sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose.
“you never answered my request, my love. it’s a yes or no question. but just know that i won’t take no for an answer.”
“so then i don’t really have a choice anyways,” you sighed out.
“nope. text me your address, i slipped a little something in your bag,” he winked again and walked towards his car. before you drove off back home, you searched in your bag to see a note. handwritten from renjun.
‘xxx-xxx — i hope to see you tonight xoxo, renjun. p.s. don’t call me mr. huang! it’s too formal.’
who knew ceo huang would be that much of a flirt.
—
oh, but ceo huang was not a flirt. he just had a natural aura that brought those close to him. renjun was actually the exact opposite of a flirt. whatever girls came by, he just swept them off their feet without even trying. but you; you were a different story. something, some urge or push of his feelings desired you, and he needed you pronto.
and to be completely honest, you were on the same boat, but on a more low-key level. catching the eyes of those who cared, including famous actor— lee donghyuck. the two of you had a little fling, a little something, but it didn’t last very long— only four months— before he just ghosted you. but that’s a different story for another day.
you contemplated for a while about actually messaging renjun. however you just mustered up all the courage you had and dialed his number.
when his phone screen lit up with an unidentified number, he picked up, completely forgetting he gave you his number.
“mr. huang…” you went silent on the other line but he immediately knew whose voice it belonged to.
“my love! are you actually considering having dinner with me?” he gasped, truly aghast that you had called. you were silent for a moment before sighing once more.
“yeah…. i guess i am since you’re too stubborn,” the phrase made him laugh in amusement.
“but i have a few rules,” he hummed, telling you to continue, “i will be calling you mr. huang and if we get into trouble we are just gonna say that this is all business. and i’ll be paying half of the bill.”
his grin was ear to ear and he was jovial to have you join him for dinner.
“okay then, angel. send me your address and i’ll pick you up at eight. dress nicely, please.” the man was stoked to hear you agree and was excited to get to know you.
—
you thought it would’ve been humorous if you were to wear a dress made by huang renjun himself but the more you looked in the large mirror in your bedroom, the more you thought that it would fit the occasion. this dinner was your first time actually wearing the dress, tags on and everything. but it truly was a beautiful dress. the dress was a navy blue satin a-line with an open back, it screamed elegance and simplicity. similar to the ‘face it skincare’ opening party which you honestly don’t really want to think about.
you were actually gifted that dress by none other than lee donghyuck. he invited you to a dinner party with a few costars but never ended up texting you back. but you’re here now, and you’re going on a ‘date’ with one of the most powerful ceo’s in the world.
as you were admiring how the dress looked on you, a text notification dings on your phone. at first you thought it was renjun but it was actually hyunwoo.
‘you free tonight? haseul and i are going out to get blue hill in 20 mins, you down?’
blue hill was a diner in town that was popular for its decorations and attractions plus the food service. blue hill was your home, it always would be. unfortunately, you had to decline the offer with your friends and they immediately called you.
“woah, y/n! why are you so dolled up tonight?” shrieked haseul.
you rolled your eyes and rubbed your face, “mr. huang asked me for dinner tonight. i would love to be there with you guys but that man is so damn stubborn.” the pair have each other a look before looking at your pixelated face and giving you knowing smirks. it made you want to rip out their faces.
“guys, it’s really not like that! he came to the clinic earlier and would not leave me alone! i’m just doing this so that he would leave me alone!” you whined and got another text notification from renjun, “look, i gotta go. i’ll call you guys later.” your friends just laughed and waved you goodbye before ending the phone all. you looked at your reflection one more time and straightened out the nonexistent wrinkles in your dress. it was now or never.
you walked to your front door to see renjun unintentionally wearing a matching navy blue tie with your dress. your heart dropped in that moment. there was no way in hell that you were going to match, and it wasn’t even planned out.
when renjun looked at you he felt as if time stopped again. you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on and he felt like he was home. even after barely knowing who you were, you made him feel safe. and to be quite honest, you felt the same way towards the ceo. just didn’t show it as much.
“wow, you look like an angel,” he unintentionally muttered out. you sucked in a breath, showcasing your collarbone before smiling out and thanking him.
he lent out his arm, to which you hesitantly caved in, and led you out of your apartment complex and into his car. though he was a flirt with you— and he really wanted to— huang renjun refrained himself from holding your hand or your thigh while he was driving to the restaurant.
he ended up taking you to ‘la toque’ which was a lavish european restaurant near downtown. you did not know how you were going to pay half of the bill. silently, you groaned to yourself and followed behind the man.
what you didn’t know, was that you were a part of a mission. of course, he wanted to take you out, from the bottom of his heart, but it so happened to be that there was trouble coming your way.
renjun eyed the place before locking gazes with dong sicheng— the resilient caporegime, lee jeno— the gunman, nakamoto yuta— the vigilante detective, and kim jungwoo— the computer tech. he sent a nod to the boys and guided you to the booth he reserved with a gentle hand on the small of your back, which sent chills down your spine.
unexpectedly, the dinner went smoothly until loaded men shouted through the room of the dining hall. it was all a blur. one moment you hear guns shooting, the next you hear shouting. without knowing, tears trickled down your face and made renjun regret having you come in the first place.
carefully, he cupped your cheek and hid you behind the bar, wiping your tears away and assuring you that everything was fine, but were just left speechless and looked at him with loss in your eyes. this made renjun’s heart hurt but he had to do his job. to keep him alive, to keep you safe.
—
their parents forbid them to never see each other again. but of course, the pair never listened and disobeyed their parents even more.
while violating their parents, the boy and the girl constantly saw each other over the years. they practically grew up together. and in those years, grew not only them, but the feelings they held for each other.
however the boy… well, the boy was being sent off to fight in the war. when he was of age, he told his lover what his family was planning for him. they were both left devastated.
so the two ran away. just like them in the past, they ran away. somewhere far, where people won’t break them apart. somewhere far from their parents and far from the war. because all they wanted was to be happy.
but one night, on one of their adventures; the boy left. he left so as to not let his lover get killed. he left the only other person that loved him for who he was.
they were the same people— rascals— but he did it for her. to keep her safe.
“don’t worry, my love. everything will be fine.”
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 194
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Lance knew better than to turn to sex for emotional comfort, he told himself he did, and he still let himself get swept away by Keith’s overwhelming desire to confirm he was loved... and loved a lot.
Cuddled together, the emotional exhaustion had Keith falling asleep in his arms. The position uncomfortable for Lance, but he didn’t have it in his heart to move Keith. He loved him. He loved the soft puffs of breath that tickled his stomach. He loved the long dark strands of hair that had escaped Keith’s ponytail. He loved his warmth. He loved that this ego and Keith’s seemed to understand that they were crazy about each other, despite the clash in their scents. He’d never ever thought a vampire could love a werewolf. Not with the long going open hostility... but he loved Keith. Heck. His stubbornness over a proposal so soon into dating had faded. Keith could propose with a piece of used dental floss and fluff from under the bed and he’d still be over the moon.
Tolerating the pain in his hips, and his need for the bathroom, as long as he could, Lance had to move Keith off of him. His boyfriend trying to grab him as Lance moved his hand away and kissed his forehead
“Bathroom break”
Keith huffed unhappy about it. So terribly cute. Being a werewolf was wasted on his boyfriend. Not when he was an octopus when it came to cuddles
“I’ll be back in a moment”
Huffing, Keith let his arm drop, Lance escaping and grabbing his phone as he went.
Calling Shiro was a spare of the moment decision. He didn’t want to alarm him in the middle of the night, but he also wanted to give him the heads up on what they were doing. Sending a text first, he was done in the bathroom by the time his phone started ringing. Anxiety sent his stomach dropping. He hated how things were between him and Shiro. He’d said some cruel things, Shiro had said some cruel things. They both messed up, yet he seemed to be stuck on fear mode when talking to Keith’s brother. Sliding his thumb across the screen, Lance took a deep breath before moving his phone to his ear
“Lance?”
Oh god. He couldn’t go back now
“H-hey... Shiro. Sorry if you were sleeping”
“It’s the middle of the night”
Shiro sounded like he’d definitely been sleeping
“Sorry. Keith’s asleep and I wanted to give you the heads up. We’re going to visit his dad’s grave today. I thought I’d let you know in case he didn’t want to talk, or didn’t answer in chat”
“I thought you would have gone yesterday”
There was a kind of blame in Shiro’s voice... Lance didn’t blame him
“We were both tired, so we had a lazy day to let Keith build up to it”
“Okay. I see”
Well. This was awkward
“Yeah. We actually met a man who knew Keith’s dad and it rattled him. We didn’t tell him that he was talking to Keith, but this town wants to forget that fire and it’s hard on him”
“Of course it’s hard on him”
Shit. There was no reason for tears and yet his eyes were getting watery
“I’m sorry for calling. I just wanted to let you know what was going on. I’ll leave you to go back to sleep”
Shiro sighed deeply. There was no way he could know he’d upset Lance
“Is he okay. Is he eating?”
“Yeah. Yeah. He’s been eating, he hasn’t gotten angry or stormed off. He was a bit emotional tonight. Oh, can you bring some of his camera equipment? I think it’ll be a good distraction. We’re going to get a copy of the council records on the fire... so I want him to have something else to think about”
A stupid sniffle escaped. He wanted happiness for Keith...
“Lance...”
Nope. He had to hang up. He was going to start crying if he stayed on the phone
“I’m sorry, Shiro. I... have to go... I’m sorry”
Cutting the call as Shiro tried to reply, Lance left his phone in the bathroom. He didn’t want to go into the day in a down mood. Then again, he’d thought the same thing the previously and... well, ugh. He’d had fun with Keith, acting like they were children again. With Blue, having a sandpit at home wouldn’t work, but his mind was already planning a future family holiday to the beach where he’d bully Keith into making sandcastles with him. He’d have someone twin sit so he and Keith could have a proper day being dumb at the beach, then come home slightly sunburnt, and regretting things, but at the same time not because they’d had a lot of fun. Keith was his whole future. As Coran would say, they were soulmates. He really would gift Keith his whole being just to be lucky enough to call him his.
Crawling back into bed, Keith instantly drew him close for snuggling. Their positions now switched with Keith laying on his back and Lance laying half on top of him where he could fit. Yeah. He wanted to marry this guy... One day he’d marry the heck out of him, and Keith would marry the heck out of his right back.
*
Keith didn’t try to hide his anxious mood as they got ready for the day ahead. He knew Lance was anxious as the vampire had tried to clean the hotel room, grumping that there was no vacuum cleaner to do the floors with. Sullen over breakfast, Lance covered for him. Smiling and thanking the waitress that brought their breakfast, smoothing things over while Keith sat slouched and glared at the world.
All too soon they were headed to the cemetery, Keith not really remembering the drive despite being the driver. Parking in the parking lot, his whole body shook. He wanted to flee. They were so close and he hated how much he wanted to flee. This was his dad. He shouldn’t have been as nervous as he was, but all of this left just as shaken as he’d been to learn to Lance was pregnant. His dad knew about the creatures of the night, and now he was turning up at his grave as one of those creatures.
Lance didn’t push him. He undid his belt, but waited until Keith was so cranky at himself for his cowardice and made a move of his own, before climbing out the bronco. The cemetery wasn’t like the one in Garrison. There were more weeds than grass. Sand skirted the edges of the area, with a few very old trees in place. It felt lonely. Not a place people would want to visit... and he’d left his dad laying there for all those years... Somehow it’d been easier to say goodbye to Mami than it was to face his dad. Mami being gone hadn’t been real until he’d seen her grave. There was no denying the proof thrust onto him. Moving to take his hand, Lance squeezed softly to tell him he was there for him. Keith wanted to pull his hand away, not feeling he deserved support after leaving his dad alone. Hearing the police officer from the previous night describe how much his father loved him had shaken him. Reminded him dangerous it was to fall in love. How freak accidents happened every day and the ones you loved were stolen away unfairly.
Wandering through the cemetery, it smelt... unnerving. Lance’s death scent was the kind of scent he wanted to roll in. The scent of the cemetery should have been the same. There was so much death there, which was logical, but this was a cold death. A fine layer of goosebumps covered his skin as he tried not to read the names of the people they passed. His dad should have been buried somewhere nice. Somewhere like in Platt with its rolling green lawns, or in Garrison where there was no chance of his resting place being disturbed. When Lance came to a stop, Keith didn’t get why until his eyes met the gravestone. His heart doing a flip as he realised just who they’d finally found.
“Jeong” “Joe” Steven Kogane”
The word seemed glaring almost on his senses. His dad was right there and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. Under his birthday and date of death read “A hero taken back to heaven”. No “beloved father of Keith”. No mention of him at all. Erased from his father’s grave felt as if his whole existence had been erased. He was “beloved”. He’d loved Keith and Keith loved him.
“Babe”
“I’m not there”
Lance tugged him close, Keith shaking
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay”
“I’m not there...”
“As unpleasant as it is, babe, and this is going to sound hard, but with no money to pay for the grave, I’m sure his friends put in for it. Some places charge a hundred dollars for each lead letter”
Pushing Lance away, his boyfriend stumbled but saved himself. Keith was mad Lance could reduce this to money, even if he was right
“So it’s okay for me to not be in there! I’m his son! I’m his son and they don’t even care! They forgot me! And you don’t care!”
Lance shot him a wounded look, taking a few deep breaths as he rubbed his stomach. He’d scared him. He’d scared him and he knew it. Why had he pushed him? That behaviour wasn’t okay... He was such a moron
“It’s not that I don’t care... I care. I love you and I care. You dad loved and he cared. We don’t know what they were thinking, but they were hurting too. You had your dad torn away from you. They had their friend torn away from them. I think it’s nice that they gave him a proper stone when he was laid to rest. People these days are so self centred it’s not something you’d expect to see. Anyway, you haven’t even introduced yourself to your dad, babe”
Keith flicked his gaze from Lance back to his father’s grave. He was showing his dad the wrong side of him... but he felt stupid standing there. He wanted Lance to take the initiative and introduce both of them... yet... He couldn’t keep running away
“Uh... um... Hi... dad... it’s me, Keith. I don’t know what to say. He’s not here...”
Lance moved back to his side
“You don’t have to say what you want to say out loud. Jeong... Joe... I’m Lance. I’m a vampire and I have the honour of dating your son Keith. He’s a total handful, but he’s a good man. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’re here. I wish I could have met you. You’re going to be a grandfather to twins. Krolia’s excited about it all. Yes, she and Keith found each other again... I know you didn’t want to leave him, but I promise to love him as long as we both live. To make him happy. And to stay by his side for the rest of our lives. You fathered an amazing man...”
See. Lance was a million times better at this than him. Keith’s heart going funny as Lance sounded like he was all but proposing in front of his father
“Babe, you don’t have to be afraid of your father. He may not be here in spirit, but he’s always a part of you. You should tell him about you. And next time we come, we’ll bring flowers and tidy his grave up properly. Fuck... I was going to bring him a photo of the twins... Shit... I swore in front of your dad”
Keith mentally rolled his eyes at Lance swearing in front of his father... twice. That was more something he would do. He guessed he could try something more... He couldn’t really disappoint his father any more than he already had by pushing Lance
“Uh... yeah... Um... Lance is my boyfriend and he’s carrying my twins... and I... I’m a werewolf. Shiro... uh, he’s like my adopted brother without the paperwork, he um, had to have me turned to save my life... um... Lance... makes me really happy. I know you’d be disappointed that I... um... pushed him. I’m disappointed in myself too... I... I’m no good at this”
“Babe, you’re doing fine. You’re doing more than fine. You’re doing good. Do you want me to give you a moment?”
Keith shook his head. He couldn’t face this alone. He felt dumb and left alone would only make him storm off angry at himself
“No. Stay... please”
“Sure. You can tell him anything you want to say, but don’t... don’t feel like you have to rush into telling him everything. Your dad would be so happy to see you. He loved you and he was proud of you. That’s the important thing. And now we know where he is, we can come back and visit. We’ll bring the twins, and I’ll tell them about him. And you’ll tell them about him. Just because they’re gone, doesn’t mean we don’t love our parents any less. I miss Mami every single day. Whenever I need advice, it’s still imprinted on me to turn to her. It’s okay to not be okay about seeing your dad again, especially when life was so mean as to take him away when you were so young. But, babe. You’re not alone. I’m here. I know how much you have to say. You’ve said it all to me. It’s okay to tell him you love him and miss him”
If only it was that simple. He felt so unbelievably stupid. His dad wasn’t there. He couldn’t tell him face to face. He didn’t even know if they’d recovered a body...
“I don’t... I’m...”
“Babe, hey. You’re not stupid”
Keith ducked his head. He hadn’t realised he’d been venting out loud
“It doesn’t feel like he’s here”
“I know. I think humans starting erecting grave markers not only to show that someone was once alive, but to give you somewhere to go to talk to that person you miss. It’s like looking at picture and asking them “What do you think I should do?”. The picture can’t reply, but you think about that person when you’re looking at it. I know you have very few memories of your father. I know and it sucks. I’m hoping we can learn more by looking at the council records. I want you to know him. He wants you to know him. The time you spent together wasn’t wasted... that’s... kind of why I questioned that cop. I want you to know whatever there’s to know about your dad... and it was clear to everyone around at the time that you and your dad were tight. That he loved you. That he’d done all he could to be happy and make you safe and loved”
Keith of old wouldn’t have been convinced. He still wasn’t sure he was convinced and Lance wasn’t simply telling him what he wanted to hear. Yet, this pregnancy had changed him. He adored the twins. He already knew he’d do absolutely everything and anything for them. He never wanted them to feel the pain he’d gone through. He didn’t want them to be scared to ask for the things they wanted or needed. He didn’t want them not knowing him... Lance would tell them all about him, should something ever happen to him. He knew that. He’d spent so long angry that his father had left him. So many years were wasted with nowhere to direct that anger into anything other than destruction. But... if his father felt as he did, then he had been loved. He’d been loved and wanted. The last thing his father would have wanted was to leave him behind. Somehow he’d managed to survive, to survive long enough to meet the best man he could hope for to spend the rest of his life with. He wasn’t the same man who’d pulled a gun on Lance. The idea of it still made him feel like a total douche canoe. His father might not have approved... but maybe... maybe he didn’t need his approval... because Lance made him happy. He made him grateful to be alive in this world.
“I really love you, babe. I’m sorry I pushed you away. That was really uncool of me. You didn’t deserve it”
Lance immediately shook his head
“No. I’m okay. You’re all messed up inside and that’s understandable”
“It might be understandable, but that doesn’t make it okay. I love you. I love being with you... I... don’t want to hurt you. I want... to be the kind of boyfriend you’re proud of”
“Babe, you always make me proud. Even on the days you can’t find it in you to like, or even love yourself, I love you. I’m proud to be your boyfriend, and I’m thankful that I’m here with you, to meet your dad. I think he truly would have been proud of you. You’re hot headed and reckless, and you’re still grieving everything, but you’re so strong. You’re a good man. And the man I want to spend every day with for the rest of my life. I want to make you happy. I want to be the one who makes you laugh and smile. I want to shout out to the whole damn world that you’re mine. I wanna have kids and grow old ... older... with you. I wanna be there for the good and the bad and be your family as long as we both shall live”
Keith blushed. Lance shouldn’t be so kind and quick with his praise, his ego was lapping it all up, and he could almost feel it swelling inside of him in the literal sense of the word.
“I’ll never get used to you praising me when I’ve done nothing”
“You don’t have to do anything. You being you is all I could ever want”
Again, what Lance was saying was sounding dangerously close to a proposal. Keith knew he was overthinking things. Lance wanted to date for a while before considering making it all official on paper. He could wait. His ego might not be happy, but their love wasn’t any less without a ring on Lance’s pretty little finger. With his boyfriend’s praise, he could stand before his dad... maybe finally feeling a little less stupid about trying to talk to a grave stone than he had before. Holding Lance’s hand, he shook his head, trying to shake off his earlier stupidity
“Dad, this is Lance. He’s a vampire and I love him. We’re a family... we might not be the perfect family, especially when you think about everything, but he’s perfect to me. He... he’s... really all sorts of amazing. Mum... uh, um... Krolia... I met her again. She’s... weird. But I guess that’s okay... I... um, didn’t have the best life before, but things are better than they’ve ever been. I used to be into photography, but... um... lately I’ve been into Lance. Um... my brother, Shiro... I think you’d like him... he and his partner Curtis are going to come meet you... mum had worked. She’s still with Blade. We didn’t really get along but that’s better now... next time we come, we’ll clean up your grave... I still... can’t believe you’re right in front of me”
Lance let out a hum as Keith mentioned cleaning his dad’s grave. Keith automatically jumping to conclusions, and that conclusion was that Lance was thinking something
“What is it?”
“Huh?”
Scrunching his brow, Lance cocked his head at him
“You hummed...”
“Oh. I was thinking we should ask the council if we’re allowed to put up a little fence and make it look nice”
Where was Lance building this fence? And what did that have to do with his father’s grave?
“You want to build a fence?”
“Not a “fence” fence. But like a little border and we could put in a couple of cacti to give it some colour. I was just thinking it would be nice to show his resting place some love”
You could take the vampire out of the... something witty and to do with handyman antics, but you couldn’t take them out of the vampire
“Babe, you don’t have to do that”
“I want to. I want to make it look nice, so everyone knows he’s loved. And when the twins come, they’ll know it’s their grandfather’s grave and that he would have loved them very much”
“Wait... this is too much”
“Sorry. Sometimes I go off in my own head, which you know. I don’t mean to sound like I’m pressuring you. I mean, it is making an assumption and stuff. I just thought it’d be nice to come back to”
“You... want to come back?”
“He’s your dad. I think I’m going to make it a thing... but only if it’s okay with you”
They’d only just found his father again. This was a bit too much for him right now
“Can I think about it?”
“Of course. Sorry, I’m being overbearing. Okay. In the future I think it’d be nice to put something here, but for now we’ll pick up some nice flowers to bring back”
“Yeah. That’d be nice... I don’t even know where to start...”
Lance wanted to track down as much about his father as he could. It still felt kind of weird that Lance cared and wanted him to know about his dad... then again, Mami had filled Lance with so much love that Lance probably couldn’t help himself
“Then we’ll figure things out together. I’m sorry, I’ve got to sit for a bit. Will you be okay with having a few moments alone?”
Keith blinked. Then realised Lance wasn’t simply blushing, he was getting sunburnt...
“Yeah. I... I feel better about talking to him”
“You take your time. I’ll be waiting in the car. Please don’t rush because of me”
“I won’t... I mean, maybe a little”
Lance bumped him with his elbow
“Don’t be mean to your dad. He’s waited all this time. Make sure you have a good talk with him. I mean, how am I supposed to tell Mami I made you fuss too much? She’d kick my arse”
“Yeah. She would. I won’t be too long... because we’re coming back... right?”
“Yeah, babe. We’ll be back so many times he’ll be sick of us. I love you”
“I love you, too”
Lance left him with a kiss on the cheek. Keith needing a few moments to steady himself, before deciding maybe he could start with the easy stuff then work up to the really painful parts of his past. His dad loved him... he loved him and he had so much to tell him.
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Meeting At Long Last - Chapter 4: The First Few Days
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24753607/chapters/66923116
The kitchen was quiet as Lily entered. Gone was the scent of cooking food, the shouting chefs, the boiling water and sizzling oil. It was replaced with the smell of soap and sloshing water as mops were pulled and pushed across the floor. The breakfast rush had just ended, and so only a few of the stations were still in use, with the rest closed for cleaning or left unused.
She made her way to a small, unoccupied section of the kitchen; one meant more for the preparation of smaller meals than the grand feast that was regularly made elsewhere in the room. Stopping in front of a well-worn wooden cutting board, she placed down what she had been holding.
Lily inspected the ingredients before her with a careful eye. Since Thatch had kindly offered her access to the ship’s food stores, she was able to take her pick of the available food. The more significant issue she faced was finding what she needed. The food storage area was necessarily large and filled with an abundance of ingredients, from the mundane to the more exotic and strange. It has taken her almost half an hour to locate everything she needed, and she made to sure mentally note where she pulled everything from, for future reference.
Despite the abundance of ingredients, she was held back by her lack of adequate cooking skills. Her childhood cooking experience consisted of sticking some meat over a fire and making rice, so she had been woefully under prepared for surviving long term while sailing the sea. Luckily, she had encountered a few well-meaning sailing merchants who taught her the basics of cooking and food preservation before giving her some small rations and sending her on her way.
While it was only a few days into her stay on the Moby Dick, she thought it best to get started practicing her cooking while food was plentiful, and she had some spare time. While she doubted anything would happen during her stay, she didn’t want to be caught out if it did, especially if she ended up stranded one of the more mysterious islands in the New World.
It didn’t take long for her mind to stray once she got started cooking. She had practiced many times during quieter periods in her journey, and so muscle memory took hold, allowing her to reflect on the last few days of her stay.
Things had been calmer than she had expected. Ships sailing these waters expected to be harassed by Marines, pirates or a combination of the two, but the Moby Dick faced no resistance as it cut through the ocean. Lily had sighted a few ships as they traveled, though they were too distant for her to see any identifying features. All of them were sailing away from them like they had hit an invisible barrier and were bounced back.
Then there was the crew. Many had approached her to introduce themselves and see how she was doing. None asked about the mask, and Lily attributed this to Thatch keeping his promise to ensure no one would ask, though, no guarantee could stop the staring. There were fewer stares than she expected. No doubt many of the crew had seen stranger sights and saw her as ordinary in comparison. Of those who did stare, some were more subtle, only choosing to take glances when they thought she wasn’t looking or paying attention. Others openly gawked, or reacted in obvious shock, like one cabin boy who stared at her wide-mouthed when she was walking back to her room one afternoon. The boy’s reaction didn’t surprise her; she had seen many children react the same when they saw her.
What had been surprising was the attempts of some of the crew to flirt with her. It was odd for someone like Lily, who was so often considered a freak, to be flirted with. The first time it has happened, it was shortly after she had sat with Marco and Ace on the ship’s railing. A woman approached her; she had a slender form with wavy but thin brown hair that traveled down to meet her elbow and eyes that matched the brown of her hair. Despite her slender form, she had apparent muscle, visible through the bulky red reefer coat and blue jean she wore. She made her intention known quickly, but didn’t get very far, nor would any of the others, as Ace would appear to glare at anyone who tried as if a mere attempt at flirting with her caused him to appear to put a stop to it instantly.
After the fifth flirting attempt, Ace started to spend more time with her, and while he wouldn’t admit it, it was a clear sign the flirting was bringing out his overprotective brother side. Lily didn’t mind; she enjoyed her brother's company, especially after so much time apart. If he had other duties, he would often leave Lily with Thatch. While he had initially been wary of his fellow Commander due to his reputation, he quickly came to trust Thatch with Lily when he saw that he wouldn’t follow in some of his crewmate’s footsteps.
Overall, the crew of the Moby Dick had been kind to her, and while Lily appreciated their kindness, each new person she met caused her anxiety to spike. She wasn’t used to being approached so freely, and so often by strangers, and while she tried her best to speak with everyone, she would sometimes lockup and find it difficult to respond.
Thankfully, most of them would notice and take their leave, or Ace, Thatch or Marco would appear and whisk her away to an empty part of the ship and sit with her for a while until she felt better. It was something she deeply appreciated, and she made a note to try to find gifts for them all before she departed the ship.
Today had been a rare day where the three were elsewhere, leaving her to her own devices. She had spent her time sorting her bags, taking stock of what she had saved from her destroyed ship. Sorting through everything, she noticed a cookbook she had salvaged. Flicking through the water-damaged pages, she saw some recipes that caused her empty stomach to rumble. And so, she made her way to the kitchen to prepare them.
“Interesting dishes you’re making Lily, though they’re a bit basic,” Thatch said from beside her, pulling Lily from her reminiscing.
“Basic?” she asked, secretly not shocked by his words.
“Yeah, it’ll do for keeping you alive, but that’s it. If your living and fighting in the New World you need more than that. You need to be re-energized and revitalized. Anyone with basic cooking skills can put something together, but only the best chefs can make something that both keeps and makes you feel alive.”
There was truth in his words that Lily couldn't deny. After all, she had experienced the effects of his cooking since she had come aboard. Every meal gave her more energy than anything else she had tried before, and it made getting through the day much more comfortable.
“I can teach you a few different things if you’d like,” he offered.
“Thank you, Thatch, that would be wonderful,” she happily replied.
Getting a lesson from an expert chef and spending some time with a friend. I think today is shaping into a good day.
Cooking with Thatch was a learning experience. His love of cooking came through with every action he made, and it was apparent he took joy in sharing his craft with others. He took the time to explain every step and went over things she had trouble mastering. Despite her occasional slip-up, it wasn’t long before they finished, successfully making two dishes she had seen in the recipe book.
The food now sat on a divided plate, a serving of spicy beef rice occupying the red side and a summer salad on the white. They both looked scrumptious, better than anything Lily could prepare by herself. Still, while she had help, there was an undeniable touch of her in both dishes, and she felt proud she had a hand in creating them.
“Both look great! Thank you for your assistance in making them, Thatch,” Lily said, delight ringing in her voice.
“It was my pleasure, now which should we tr-“.
“Ahh crap!” a male voice shouted from the other end of the kitchen, interrupting Thatch.
“Is someone in trouble?” Lily asked, tensing up slightly.
“No need to worry. That sadly familiar yell was the new cook screwing up the soup again. I’ll be back in a minute.” He said in a huff, walking toward the direction of the shout.
And so, Lily began to wait. It took mere minutes after Thatch’s departure for an odd impatience to take over her. She wanted to wait as he had asked, but after all the work they had put into making this food, she couldn’t let it go cold before someone could taste test it for her.
“I’ll go and find Ace and see what he thinks,” she said to herself as she grasped the plate and turned toward the exit.
Exiting the kitchen, she began to make her way towards Ace’s cabin, a skip in her step as she looked forward to seeing her brother’s reaction to her new creations.
She didn’t encounter anyone on the walk to the cabin, and soon she found herself standing in front of the door to her brother’s quarters. Not wanting to risk dropping the plate, she used her foot to tap the door lightly.
“Ace? Are you in there?” she half-shouted through the door.
There was no response. Not that she was surprised. Ace could easily be somewhere else on the ship or napping, becoming almost dead to the world as he dreamt what she hoped were pleasant dreams.
Undeterred, she decided to knock one final time before searching elsewhere.
Again, nothing.
Could he be training, maybe? He did say he was meeting with members of his division today, is he doing that now?
Hearing footsteps, she turned to see Marco walking toward her. He wasn’t wearing his usual outfit. Instead, he wore a light grey, long-sleeved sports shirt; the first few buttons left undone to show the top of his tattoo. His pants were made of what Lily thought was cotton that had been dyed black and stopped just below his knees.
He looks like he’s trying to relax today. Maybe this is a rare day off for him?
“Hello, Lily.” Marco greeted.
“Hey, Marco,” she cheerfully replied.
“Looking for somewhere to sit and eat?” he asked, inspecting the plate.
“No, Thatch assisted me in making some food. It's my first attempt making something like this, so I was looking for Ace to taste test it for me.”
“Why didn’t Thatch taste it?”
“There was a soup emergency that he had to go handle. Since he was busy, I decided to go find Ace instead.”
“You won’t have any luck finding Ace. He went racing off on his Striker when he heard one of our ally ships needed help. I tried telling him Izu was already on the way, but he was gone before I could even start speaking.” Marco grumbled.
She sighed “That’s typical Ace. He can be a hot-head sometimes.”
“I don’t hate him for it. It's how he show’s he cares, and I will admit it’s kinda endearing.”
“So, my brother has rubbed off on you? It’s the same with Luffy. Those two always seem to make fast friends no matter where they go,” Lily chucked.
“It wasn’t that smooth a start for Ace here, but it did work out that way, and we’re all glad it did. I think the ship would be empty without him setting things on fire.”
“Changing the subject, since the fire starter isn’t here, would you try one of these for me? The red side is spicier if you’re not a fan of spice.” She asked as she lifted the plate, moving it closer to Marco.
Marco looks between them. “Which is which?”
“Sorry?”
“I can’t see colour.”
It took a moment for her to realise what he had meant. “You haven’t found your soulmate?”
He shook his head. “Not yet, though I have been looking.”
His words caused her to panic internally.
I’ve screwed up! How could I be so inconsiderate when he’s been so kind? He’s going to hate me now.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed as I did. It was horrible of me,” Lily muttered, her anxiety serving to dampen her voice, making it come out as a whisper.
“Please Lily, there is no need to apologies for not knowing, especially when its something like this.”
She was relieved. She would hate to have offended Marco. While they hadn’t spent much time together, she felt that had a bond already, and given how few close bonds she had, she didn’t want to lose it.
“Does it impede you at all?” she asked, allowing her curiosity to take over momentarily.
He shook his head. “Not really. Most things that would be a struggle have a colour-blind variant, and I can always ask for some help if it doesn’t. If anything, the worst part of it is knowing I still haven’t found them.”
“How long have you been looking?”
“Since I was young. It’s one of the reasons I set out to sea. I’d be an orphan my entire life, surviving with the scraps I managed to get my hands on. Looking back on it now, with everything I’ve done, it was more existing than living. There were happy moments, but it was no life for anyone, especially a child.”
His eyes shifted, turning to watch the ocean as it arched up and down in the wind. Though he only stared out for a few seconds, she saw a visible calm come over him.
“And so, when I was twelve, I decided I didn’t want to be alone, that I wanted to find that one person who might want to stay by my side and create a family. I still haven’t found my soulmate, but I did find a family. I think I was the most fortunate I’ve ever been when I boarded this ship on the day I left my home island. “
I can’t let me him be without his soulmate, not after all the kindness he’s shown me.
“I’ll help you look,” Lily exclaimed.
He looked perplexed. “Help me look?”
She nodded. “I won’t be with you for very long, but I do my best to help you find your soulmate.”
Marco beamed. He seemed ecstatic at the offer.
“I’ll gladly accept that offer, Lily.”
Lily sighed, “It might not be much of an offer unless we stop on any populated islands.”
“It’s a coincidence, but we’re stopping at one of our islands tomorrow. If I remember right, they’ll be holding a festival to celebrate the first harvest of the year. They get a lot of traffic from nearby islands too. So, want to go with me?”
FrEAK
They flashed in her mind again, their claws ripping her confidence and bravery apart and letting the anxiety and fear seep in. It made what had been so simple now impossible.
If I try to help him, I’ll be a burden. I should never have offered, knowing what I am.
“Sorry, Marco, it might not be the best idea. I apologies for the trouble,” the second she finished speaking, Lily whirled around and began walking away, nearly dropping the plate she had forgot she held.
“Wait, Lily!” Marco called from behind her, concern in his voice
She stopped the guilt from hearing his obvious concern causing her halt. She hated worrying people, and this was no exception.
Marco quickly appeared in front of her, leaning down they were face-to-face.
“What made you so upset? Do you not want to go to the festival?”
She shook her head. “I do, but, how could I? Every village or town I go to I get ostracised because of my mask. They think I’m some horrible criminal or…”
“Or?”
“A freak, a disgusting freak.”
There was silence for a moment “Lily, can I hug you?”
She weakly nodded, expecting a quick, pitiful embrace. Instead, she noticed the weight lifted from her hands as Marco gently took the plate and put it beside the door.
Then, with a speed that Lily surmised could only come from an expert hugger, he gave her a gentle smile and hugged her.
He was warm and soft. It wasn’t like Ace’s warmth, which with his new devil fruit was nearly overwhelming, nor was near smothering like Luffy’s ecstatic hugs. This was a pleasant warmth, experienced when sitting in the sun on just the right day, with grass dancing along your exposed skin. It was a feeling Lily wanted to get lost in. But soon, Marco ended the embrace, stepping back, but remaining close.
“I’m not going to ask what you went through and I’m not going to ask Ace either. I want you to tell me when you’re ready if you ever are. Until then, know that I don’t care if anyone looks down on me for choosing to spend time with you. I’m happy to do so even if it means I’m an outcast for it. Besides, I’m a pirate. I’m used to the looks and judgement, its sort of a job requirement.”
She wanted to doubt him. It wasn’t the first time someone used pretty words and promises to gain her trust. But she also knew people, it was a necessity for her, learning how to properly ready people. And that’s how Lily knew that Marco was sincere.
I think I can let myself trust him a little.
“Also, I should mention this isn’t an ordinary festival. It customary to dress up, so you won’t stand out, if you still want to go, of course.”
A smile only known to her, appeared on her face. “I’d like that a lot.”
A smile returned to his face. “Then I’ll come to get you once we dock. It should be around midday, so keep an eye out for me around then. For now, would you let me escort you back to the kitchen? I’m sure Thatch is wondering where you went.”
With a nod from Lily, the two began to walk together. It was a silent walk back, both of them far too preoccupied with thinking about tomorrow to speak. They were so distracted in fact that neither of them had remembered to pick up the plate that now sat next to Ace’s cabin door.
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Money Bunny
“Careful, careful!” wide eyed the Dwarves watched you snatch the small stuffed chocolate colored bunny with a maroon bow out of Dwalin’s hand, “Don’t hurt my Money Bunny! My Gramps made it for me.” The lot of them turned for a shared silent conferencing glance at one another then turned to look back to you. Sure you didn’t enter the Company the best of ways, in disturbing their peaceful night by screeching through them with a boar after you that you had woken by falling on top of it. They got a much better dinner and that should have calmed them but back on your assigned boulder you inspected the bunny in your palms ensuring it was safe while the younger Dwarves continued to inspect your bags for anything dangerous.
Gloin asked the burning question, “What is a Money Bunny pray tell?”
Again your eyes met his and you said while two of the men inspected the bag of varied colored bunnies all bearing different colored bows around their necks complete with supplies for more to be made. “Well, you make a stuffed bunny and you take a coin and stitch it into their belly. It’s supposed to bring luck and money your way.” That made all the Dwarves look at you curious at how they had not known of this tradition when their culture was based around treasures and finely crafted priceless items of even rarer skill. “This one’s mine though, the last gift my Gramps gave me before we lost him. Even gave me one of his favorite gold coins he stitched inside.”
Dori lifted a bunny from the bag asking, “These bring funds to your path?”
“I mean they don’t come to life and race off to steal from others for your gain, it’s like a horseshoe or a four leaf clover.”
All in their conference they rushed into a huddle for you glanced at Bilbo who stepped closer to you saying, “I think they are lovely.”
“Thank you. Been wandering for a week now needed something to do, snapped one of my knitting needles falling off some freak cliff in this just wall of water out of nowhere…”
Suddenly the men turned to face you fanning out from their huddle and Thorin stated, “You’re hired.”
Blinking at him for a moment you tried to understand then asked, “For what?”
Gloin, “We are off on a quest to reclaim our home from a Dragon including our lost hoard. We need all the luck we can muster up.”
A contract was produced and all through dinner you read it over and stammered through stealing glances at the men choosing from your supply of bunnies already made before producing coins from their purses they squeezed in their palms and swore to protect their bunnies you eased the coins into the bellies of you sewed shut. Each of them gladly accepted their bunnies they tucked carefully into their packs while Balin accepted the contract you reluctantly signed unable to find a better idea on what to do after waking up wherever you were. Fully fed and content on a dry night the Dwarves all circled the area chosen for the campsite Bilbo subtly motioned you to join them in. Eyeing the cold hard dirt you weren’t looking forward to sleeping on it again.
Zigzagged inside the camp the men laid out stealing glances at you in a woven tassle ended blanket you had picked up on your backpacking trip through South America that landed you here after a bad fall in a canyon that had lost your sleeping bag. With a spare sweater crumpled under your head you laid on your side closing your eyes trying not to notice how every time you moved your foot Nori had pressed his boots to yours. Steadily snores filled the campsite and between shivers somehow you had managed to fall asleep in this group of strangers.
Midnight however as usual a sharp clench in your side and a dreaming escapade for a bathroom ending with more and more crowded locations with absurd possible toilets signaling you to realize it was time to wake up. The pull of your leg in from their stiff awkward flailed spot in a try for comfort came in your awkward lift up, somehow onto your knees leaving the blanket in your spot. Over the men in your way you stepped making for the trees, at the edge of which all of the Dwarves now were wide eyed shifting up after confirming their traditional woven pattern of connection between all of the men to ensure safety. Whether by foot or hand a connection was made and in true Dwarven fashion their snores stirred up vibrations in the earth and once a connection was broken each and every one of them could feel that someone in their circle was lost.
Upright Thorin and Dwalin sat up looking to Bombur on watch who signaled that you had gone to relieve yourself. Upright they stayed until you were seen exiting the trees in a quick trot whisper shouting on the way to Bombur, “Get it off, get it off, get it off! There’s something in my hair!”
Hunching forward helped the Dwarf now gasping at the lizard burrowing in your hair he helped to dig out and let down and try not to laugh at your full body shiver, “Lizard free.”
“Ugh, lizard, I thought it was a spider, just jumped at my face and dove for my hair..” In his motion for you to head back to your pitiful spot assuring you were safe under his watch noticing your fingers ruffling through your unruly half knotted curls you twisted up in a messy bun. Down again onto your knees you went to tangle yourself in your blanket and plop ungracefully into your spot that Nori irritatingly waited until you fell asleep to ensure at least one of his feet was tapping yours. Only for everyone of them to be woken again at the next shift of guards finding you awkwardly on your stomach troubling Nori to keep up with your feet in his sleep.
By morning the otter like Dwarves kept stealing glances at you wondering if this would be a nightly occurrence until they had finally succumb to their more than once suggested idea of just sprawling across you when you had fallen asleep so they could sleep through the night. But like the boar it seemed you brought more luck than they had assumed with ample food crossing their paths through the days and the more irritated you seemed to get through the day the better the camp and break experiences went. And with the colder and wetter nights grew the men couldn’t help but relax at your randomly choosing one of them to sprawl across your blanket burrito self to keep warm and at least partially dry.
For all their wonder at the first couple days on the effectiveness of the bunnies you had given them stolen bends from you brought the random bouts of coins discovered in the dirt followed by each morning waking with some sort of gem to be pulled out from under you and your chosen snuggle buddy. The hefty haul dropped heavily and again your luck struck as in their ordered flight from the trolls tearing them from camp face first you slammed into an armored chest on the Elf who scrambled to help you up again and gather his group to return with you and aid your friends.
In a move to gather a wagon for Bifur and Ori’s sliced legs the Elves had hurried off only for another trip to find a bathroom had half the Dwarves racing after your shriek at falling into a hidden hoard on your way back. Baffled didn’t come close but the sight of you laying on your back in a large pile of gold and stolen trinkets and weapons tangled in a bundle of vines you swore had lurched out to grab you. “Get these off me.” Again they all leapt to your rescue and accepting use of your internally warped satchel they poured all they could to empty the cave of any and all goods with a pair of blades saved to secure to you and your place in the Company as their official Master of Luck.
Rivendell had beds and bathtubs and ample space and food without need of being on top of one another. Yet at the call for a certain meeting between Elrond and Gandalf straight to your bed the Dwarf King trudged heavily plopping onto your bed and nestling up behind you clinging to all the luck he could find to keep his motivation up to continue onwards. Needless to say an uncalled for argument and you storming off away from a certain White Lady had you muttering to yourself packing your things. Signaling the Dwarves to do so as well and join you on abandoning Gandalf in his meeting with the same infuriating woman who had tried to encourage you to just go home as death was coming for you.
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Death could have come, on eight legs, only you managed to play your every sheer dumb luck card by asking the same tree you could have sworn to hear humming the night prior to help you. Well, begging more like, but all the same when the Elves came to help they stood wide eyed seeing the now conscious Ent stomping at and tackling the spiders. The final one came with its holding you in the air to keep you from being eaten by the now crushed spider on the ground under its foot drawing a loud guttural roar that echoed through the forest that began to shift violently sending the remaining spiders into panic.
An awkward wave from you to the Elf King when you were called forward broke his try to intimidate you and the Company, eventually leading to his sitting on the edge of the lowest steps to the throne room with chin propped in his palm and eyes narrowed in focus while you shared how you had gotten here so far. Under careful watch a Feast was called for and after what essentially was a game of verbal chicken even he was stunned at his place armored atop his Elk the following day to guide you to Erebor.
Painful long miles of steps found you being carried at the halfway mark by the crouching Elf King who assured you frequently you were safe and weightless to him. Yet all the same his jaw dropped hearing, “Alright, Master Burglar, Master of Luck, as soon as we get this door open, you’re up.” Ten minutes they scrambled at the wall and up behind Bofur you walked taking his arm he was pointing with to aim it at the invisible spot giving off a faint glimmer silencing the men who froze and glanced from you to Thorin, who then approached and laughed aloud at the key in his fingers slipping right in the hole.
It should never be as troubling to cross a country, meet Kings, or to climb stairs or even to enter an abandoned Palace. But it is, it always is for you. And firmly holding Bilbo’s hand while he internally bickered with each and every Dwarf at Balin’s leading you in further saying, “Now, all we need is the stone, just slip in and out without waking the Dragon. The Arkenstone is a big white stone, you’ll know it when you see it.”
“You’ll know it when you see it,” you finally muttered five hallways later making Bilbo smirk he wasn’t alone in seeing how absurd this all was, “Never been near gems before this trip and now ‘you’ll know it when you see it,’ highly doubtful.”
All the same wide eyed you spotted the hoard you both entered timidly and eased down the gold coated steps you tried not to shift any of it to keep quiet to the snoring dragon. Down more and more into the shifting sea of gold you both trudged and sank wiggling yourselves free between hushes shushes to the gold. Uncertain of where you were going or what you were looking for exactly and completely oblivious to the Dwarves creeping in to peek at you stirring the dragon at the familiar musky scent he knew so well.
Mid sink into the gold you froze wide eyed feeling the heat of a golden eye on you at the fall of a golden suit of armor behind Bilbo and at the awkward turn of your head shouts came from the Dwarves seeing Smaug awaken and inhale for a giant wall of flames to erupt from him. Only, into a cloud of bubbles you exploded silencing the Dwarves who now saw a single bubble float out from Smaug’s open jaws in his own moment of shock. Followed by another and another before his jaws began to close and all at once in his clawed poke at your pile of clothes and boots his body erupted into a sea of bubbles.
Chuckling in awe the Company and floored Elf King slunk into the room filling the ledge only to hear Bilbo on his path to your pile of clothes his hand patted, “Miss Pear?” His eyes trailing upwards in search for you only to hear your body less voice, “I’m fine Bilbo.”
Bilbo let out a disbelieving chuckle, “How did you manage to do that?”
“Well, it’s sort of a survival reflex. My magic’s been really erratic since I landed here.”
Thorin, “That skill would have been useful with the Trolls,”
“Technically you never let me see the Trolls just shoved me telling me to run.”
Dwalin, “Alright, so we get the effect of this, masterfully done now can you change back and help us in searching?”
“I would, but Bilbo’s holding my clothes.”
A ripple of oh’s came with a joint turn in opposite directions allowing you some semblance of privacy to shift back and bend lifting your panties first stealing glances at the men around you ensuring you only saw their backs. Bra followed with socks and pants wiggled into next.
Thranduil asked, “What do you mean by erratic?”
“Well I’m thirsty and just walls of rain come crashing down on me. I get hungry and am chased by a giant boar. I was lonely and I get chased by another boar into this lot.”
Lifting your tank top you pulled it on, adding your long sleeved shirt after then lifting your left boot you pulled on and propped up to tie it again and grabbed the last. When that was tied you sighed saying, “Alright. All covered again.”
It seemed like hours you had fanned out to search through the hoard and sunken to the waist you pushed on the top layer only to sink more bringing the weightless Elf King to loop his arms under yours to tug you free. Hovering above the gold your head tilted back at the echo of a distant horn that made you ask at the Dwarves scrambling back to the ledge, “I take it that’s not a good horn then?”
Shifting you to a near bridal style hold he carried you to the steps he set you down upon, “That is an orc horn.”
“Ah, lovely…” His brow arched up at your turn to trot after the others up to the overlook now revealing the raging storm outside. “Look,” you reached back poking the confused Elf King in the stomach, “More rain.” Under a dome of air you stepped out only to have the Elf King grab and tug you to the ground to peer up at the spear sized black arrow now sailing into the mountain to crash and skid across the floor far below you.
“Please tell me you saw that.” Thranduil stated underneath you unwilling to let you go yet while Balin and Gloin used their swords to reflect the night shielded orc army below only visible in random flashes of lightning.
To which you answered, “What, the giant spear that almost killed me? Not till you tackled me. It’s so dark out, and wet.” You added lifting your arm from a puddle.
Balin cleared his throat, “Pardon me, however, Lass, did you happen to turn the army to fish?”
“Salmon, that’s what flashed in my head, my first day here I couldn’t catch one and it was raining like this.”
Easing you up Thranduil joined the others in creeping higher to inspect the glimpse of the seemingly endless lines of fish now being swarmed by birds and stray cats and dogs from Dale. Thorin turned to look you over and said, “Again, many thanks, dear friend.”
You waved a hand, “What’s an army of fish among friends.” Quirking up a grin onto their faces and down the Princes hurried to gather up a blanket worth of fish to cook up for dinner unknowing of the misting charm you had left in the gold to cleanse it in their absence. Another armful of stones in Bilbo’s arms and pockets finally brought the search to an end when an exasperated slump into Thorin’s chest ended with a curious pat of Thorin’s hand onto the lump in the Hobbit’s pocket revealed in their hug.
Cheers had erupted and somewhere the food and their singing had you asleep awkwardly across your chosen chair only to stun Thranduil at your sudden drop onto his lap at the next horn sounding. In his hold you calmed from your wide eyed panting and accepted his help to a room while Thorin went to greet the Men of Laketown who ended up requesting to take some of the fish in the partially flooded field still holding onto their lives in the shallow water. Sunrise however came with a whole new surprise of its own as you found yourself bound to the Elf King by a red string unwilling to free either of you no matter what you or the others did.
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Chapter 1 - SYS Switching Your Subconscious
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Instead of this video being published on July, let's say it was published in September. And the break is going to be a week instead of a month. The current virus that is spreading around the world doesn't exists in this story.
P.S. Have you guys noticed most of Jack's "I'm taking a break" videos are released in July. I find that very weird and coincidental.
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~Seán's Point of View~
"Buy my coffee." I giggle quietly and press a button on my desk to stop the camera's recording. I turned off my lights in the back and front of the computer, and went downstairs for some coffee. I just finished talking to my fans through the lens about my planned out break for this month, now I have to send it to Robin. This break is going to help me so much, and it will help Robin, too; he won't have any videos to edit from me. I'll have the time to think about my emotions better, to hang out with Evelien and BB, and get more sleep. I won't have to worry about not uploading on time again because I'll be on break. I'll still check on my social media daily, but no more stressful 'due dates'. But what else should I do over the week?
"Mew." I felt something rub against my ankles and I look down to see BB the cat greeting me in the kitchen. "Good afternoon, sir." I kneel down and pet BB's head and back. "Ya got bored of Gabby's work? She's almost done." As I walk to the living room entrance, he follows me with pitter patter feet towards the couch and lays next to my thigh. "You want to watch a movie with me, Boss?" BB turns on his back and I scratch his chest. "Or do you want attention?"
"Seán? Where's BB?" Evelien enters the living room and sighs quietly. "There you are, you brat." I chuckle and look at him. "What did he do this time?" "He tried to chew on my cords again," Gabby pouts childishly and sits on the other side of BB. "He's probably missing Henrik."
I gasp slightly. "That's why your cuddling with me. Your pampering me till so I'll take you to him!" Evelien giggles quietly and scratches the kitty's head. "You could take him, I mean, you haven't seen them in a while." I bit my lip and set my mug on the brown coffee table. "I could check on them."
"Just stay away from Anti this time. I don't want you getting hurt again." I hold my arm slightly, touching the long scar through the fabric. I pull my hand away and smile. "I promise, I'll be okay. Big Boss will protect me!" I grin and pick up BB, walking downstairs to the basement. "Stay safe," I hear my girlfriend call as I opened the door at the end of the room. "I will!" BB meows loudly and the light of the entrance blinds my eyes. "My god," I enter the new room and go down more stairs till a white door is shown. I knock on the door lightly. "Coming!" An American accent calls out from the other side and Chase opens the door. "Hey, Jack, long time no see... for real." He moves away from the door and I walk in.
"Sorry about that, I was really busy, but not this month, I'm going to be on break." "Really? That's awesome!" A few jingles are heard after I set Big Boss down on the floor and he runs off to the living room area. "Yeah, and I finally will get some time with Evelien, BB, and you guys with no worries." I grin and fold my arms. "And more sleeping in for me." Chase chuckles at my phrase. "Where's everyone else?" "Oh, James and Henrik are in the living room reading, Marvin is in his room doing whatever he does, and Jackie is outside practicing his combat." The vlogger points behind him. My eyes widen a bit. Sh!t. "Is the shield up in the backyard? If the neighbors see hi-" "Relax, Jackie asked Marvin to put it up an hour ago. They can't see anything except grass and tree." Chase shakes his hands to calm me a bit and I sigh quietly. "Good, where's Anti?"
A shrilling scream is heard from the living room area:
"GET ZAT ZING AVAY FROM ME!" The both of us rush in the room and see the German doctor standing on the couch, moving away from BB, who was coming towards him. "Oh my lord," I mumble in embarrassment. Jameson comes over and picks up the cat. "Zank yo- OH MY GOTT!! STOP ZAT!!" Before I could predict it, Jamie starts chasing Henrik with BB in his arms and a grin on his face. Chase laughs out loud and we can hear more German swearing across the hallway. "ZIS IS NOT FUNNY!" I chuckle softly
"Your phobia of cats is!" I call out and sit on the couch. "When did it even start?" Chase sits next to me. "So you asked me something before this happened?" I nod. "Yeah, where's Anti?" "No clue really, he has been hiding in his room for a while lately. I hope he isn't hurt." I nod again and look at the TV. "Anything new happen?" "Nothing much. Anti hasn't been acting out as often as before. Jackie got more powers and Marvin is improving on his magic."
"The kids?" I ask hesitantly. Chase blinks and looks away. "Still no visits, Sammy turned 5, wasn't invited, but I brought her a gift a day before. I hope she got it." I smile. "At least you can give them something and see them every other weekend." He nods slowly. I bite my lip nervously. "Sorr-" "It's okay, would've told you sooner anyway... We got a new ego.." I smile at the thought of someone new. "Really? Can I see them?" I turn around to look and I jump in surprise and yelp after seeing someone right behind me. "Uh, Robbie...s-sor..y."
I saw another me, but with grayer skin, purple hair, white tinted eyes like he was blind, and a few stitches everywhere around him. He was hugging himself and looking away sadly. His voice was slightly deeper than mine, but quieter, softer, and a bit choppy. He wore a black and white stripped shirt and pants, and he walked bare foot.
"It's okay, buddy, you just startled him." Chase chuckles and pats his shoulder. "Heh, Robbie says.. hiiii.." Robbie, I believe that might be his name, grins cutely and waves slowly at me. "Hi, I'm Jack-" "I-I know..Chase.. talk bout....yoo.. lots.." He giggles deeply and fiddles with his sleeve. "That's cool, when did you come here?" I ask. "Man..ny...many... ni..ghts and daaays..." He looks at the ceiling and seems to daze his focus out of the conversation. "It was last week, he appeared in Jamie's room and he was running out silently screaming in fear. The poor thing almost scared him to death." I take Robbie's hand in mine. "It's nice to meet you, Robbie."
The same screaming was heard again and the two run back in the living room. "Zis is ridiculous, stop chasing me with the catz!" Henrik curled up on the couch after jumping on the cushions while covering his face in fear. BB meows in Jamie's arms and JJ sets the cat down by Henrik without him knowing. "Kitty?" Robbie looks at BB with curiosity and picks him up quickly. "Robbie! Put him down!" Chase grabs the cat from his arms. "No holding the kitty without permission, alright?" "O..kay..Can I ... hold.. kitty..?" "Of course." Chase hands the zombie BB and he meows loudly, licking Robbie's nose. "Kitty soft.." Robbie giggles quietly and pet the brown and black fur.
"Jack! Jack!" I hear a voice behind me and see Marvin with his mask above his face holding a leather book. "Can I practice some magic with you?" I shake my head quickly. "No. No, no, no, no." I mutter. "Last time you used magic on me, I couldn't walk for a week and a half-" "But listen! I can't practice this type of spell with fruits or objects, it has got to be with humans like you and I." I shake my head more. "No offense, but I don't want to end up in the hospital." Marvin pouts and his pupils dilate like cats do. "Please?" I huff. "No." "Please??" He pleads with bigger and twinkly kitten eyes, and grabbing my hands. i bite my lip nervously, feeling warmth come over me. Oh, god. Not again. Those f***ing eyes, he knows I can't resist those, and why does he have to use magic for that too? Why is he so freaking cute???
I look away after a bit. "Fine," I grumble quietly. I heard Marvin whisper many yes's and he looks through his book with jumpy feet. "Cuteness overload always gets him, doesn't it?" Chase mutters to Jamie, and I see him respond with a silent snicker. I glare at them and they look away like nothing happened.
"It's a body-switching spell." I look at the magician in worry. "Are you sure it's safe?" Marvin nods with a smile. "Of course. I wouldn't practice it with living people if it wasn't. All I'll need to do is say the words written here and touch you with my hand, then we'll switch." I think for a moment and grab Marvin's arm. "But how will we switch back? I don't know if I can read that." He glances at my worried face. "Don't worry. My spirit will be in your body, so I'll still be able to cast it when we'll switch. My magic is linked with my soul, not my body." He explains and points to the page on his book. Two silhouettes of people are standing next to each other with a double sided arrow between them. "It's that simple?" Marvin nods again. "Yep, no dangers."
"But if you say the phrase wrong, something else will happen, right?" Chase asks. "That's not likely, because I have been practicing the phrase. I know Latin after all, so no worries." I huff quietly and stand near Marvin. "Alright, but change us back right after, okay? I don't want anything happening," I demand. Marvin grins. "Okay, okay."
The magician starts speaking in the Latin language and holds my arm. Blue light sparks around his hand and my arm, but they disappear immediately after. "Huh.." I expect to look up and see myself staring at me, but I saw Marvin's disappointed face still. Nothing happened. "I swear I said it right." He mutters and looks at his hand. "Maybe you need to keep trying." Chase says. "Mayb-"
"̶̜̥̙̔̄͋̉̈́C̵̨̡̱̹̮̭̝̹̠̻̊a̴̓́̆̽͋��̧̱̹̤͔̙̪͓͖͎͓̳̝̟̮ͅt̸̟̦̭̭̲̮͈̤̻̙̤͐ͅc̴͎͍̣̼̬̲̹̃͐͋͌̾̍̏ͅͅh̷̡̗̯̹̟͚̠̺̗̻̼͗̀͆͌̈́̊́͆͗̌̔̒̕͝͠ͅ ̸̡̡͚̰͉̣̗͖̠̘̬̜͇̃̿̒͒̒͋t̵̡̬̻̯͘h̵̢̛̼̯̺̹̬͆̌̔̂̾͘͠i̸̢̨͇̣͇̭̔͊̀̃́̃̌́̑͘͘s̵̹̥̟̰̟͍̭͕̹̮̞̎́̈́̚͜!̷̰̯͓̍̎̔̍͛̄̑͐̿͊͜͝"̴̛̛̝͇̭̟̻̓̒́́̋̽͋̊̉͗̊̎͘͝
Anti appears behind Marvin and pushes him forward, and they both glitch away. "........what?" I mutter. Chase shrugs. "Don't know."
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~Marvin's Point of View~
I felt someone push me forward and my body is sparking with glitches. I run into someone, placing my hand on their back and I accidently push them as well. I saw my hand spark blue for a second, but that could be the glitching. They fall face forward into the pavement and a dog on a leash runs off. "God damn it, Anti! I'm so sorry!" I call to the person, but they chase after the dog. Anti giggles loudly and I knock his head. "Don't do that! I was in the middle of practicing magic." Anti smirks at my complaining. "I was just having fun," He glitches and his head twitches. "Take me back!" I order and he chuckles. "You're a magician, can't you teleport back home?" I growl and point at him. "Not out of the house perimeters, you know that. You are the only one who can use your powers outside of our home." Anti huffs and rolls his eyes. "Stop being a cry baby, it's not that bad to be outsid-"
"I will call Sean." Anti flinches and death glares at me. "Fine," He mutters and grabs me by my shoulder. The familiar sparks and glitches come around us and we are back in the living room. "Vhat happened?!" Henrik rushes over to me. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Anti was just pranking. I'll have to try that magic trick tomorrow and see what's wrong with it," I state and walk back to my room.
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~3rd Point of View~
Marvin leaves the room, as well as Anti glitching to his own, and the rest of the five egos and host stay in the living room to catch up. Jackie had come back in after an hour and they all decided on playing some video games, with Henrik leaving to finish some work. BB had followed Henrik to his room, but he kept the door closed, so he went back in the living room to hang out with Jamie. Robbie didn't know how to play most of the games on the screen, so he mainly watched them argue and fight jokingly. Soon, Jack had to go back upstairs to get lunch and talk with Evelien, his girlfriend.
As Marvin went through his book, he found a note at the corner saying that the spell will start in 15 hours after spell.
Marvin: Set an alarm for 5 am.
Jack: What? Why?
Marvin: The spell said that it will work after 15 hours. I'll also be setting an alarm to see if we switch then.
Jack: Ah, smart :0
Marvin: Do it now so you don't forget
Jack: Your so eager
Marvin: You're*
Jack: Don't correct me >:v
After their texts, they set up an alarm for that morning and continued to do their things.
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Gift #12: Happy Holidays!
Gift for @xpouii
Each of the sides had their personal favorite part of Christmas. Patton loved baking, Roman loved the Christmas movies, Logan had a secret love for the geometric beauty in cutting out paper snowflakes, Virgil loved having an excuse to escape the madness and indulge in The Nightmare Before Christmas, Deceit loved how acceptable it was to keep his room as hot as he wanted it, and Remus absolutely loved the way blood beaded up on snow. Sure, not everyone understood each others ways of enjoying the holiday season, but there was one thing that they could all enjoy together.
"Secret Santa time!" Patton announced as he ran into the room, Logan's old cogitating cap in his hands. Deceit's bowler hat would've been better, but one side already got scolded for stealing his things and it was a side that, to be frank, Deceit actually kind of liked. So, Patton played it safe with the blue cap, six folded pieces of paper resting inside.
The other three of his best friends, all sitting around the table for breakfast, took turns pulling out a name. Logan and Virgil seemed fairly satisfied with their choices, but-
Roman slammed his hands on the table and stood up. “I need another name.”
Patton smiled apologetically. “No can do, kiddo.. It’s against the rules of Secret Santa.”
“But you don’t understand,” Roman cried out overdramatically, draping himself over the table. “Please, Patton, I have no idea what I’m going to do and if I’m stuck like this, I might just die.”
“Aww..” Patton smiled sympathetically. Sure, it may have been bending the rules a bit, but what fun was Secret Santa if giving the gift made Roman so miserable? “Well... Okay, just this once.”
Roman seemed to snap right back into his normal self, practically leaping over the table as he tossed the name he’d chosen back in and picked another, his smile quickly falling. “You know what, my first choice wasn’t so bad.” He reached to switch back, but was stopped by Patton snatching the hat away.
“Now, Roman, I’ve already broken the rules of Secret Santa once for you. I think you’re going to do great.”
Roman groaned and slowly dragged himself back across the table.
“Are you done or shall I enjoy my breakfast with my plate in my lap?” Logan asked, holding his plate out of Roman’s path of destruction.
The princely side simply dragged himself back up into a sitting position. “Alright, I’m done. You have no taste for theatrics.”
“No, I don’t, I thought we established that,” Logan responded. “I especially don’t appreciate having to wonder whether or not my meal is safe on the dining table.”
Patton chuckled and left, going to the doors that he preferred to stay away from. He took a deep breath and knocked on the first one, counting the scales that decorated the door as he waited.
The second that the door opened, he was hit with a burst of warm air and greeted with a less than friendly expression, Deceit looking at him with a cocked eyebrow as if to ask what he wanted.
But, as much as he disagreed with his methods, Deceit was one of Thomas’s sides. So, Patton got rid of his rude thoughts and smiled, thrusting the cap forward. “You have to pick a name for Secret Santa.”
“Secret Santa?” Deceit muttered to himself as he drew a name.
“Yep! You pick a side randomly and get them a gift and we’ll exchange them on Christmas!”
“Thank you, Patton, I’ve never heard of such an event,” Deceit muttered, clearly sarcastic. He opened the slip and immediately shut it again, putting it back in the hat and pulling out one of the two that remained.
Patton chuckled awkwardly as Deceit read his new name. “Deceit, that’s not really-”
“This will work fine. Thank you,” Deceit interrupted, shutting the door and retreating into the warmth of his room.
Patton just sighed and smiled to himself. At least Deceit was participating. And that only left Remus...
Patton was still a little freaked out by him and the things he said, but he was still a side and how could Patton justify leaving him out? Just because he had a some icky ideas? No, sir! Patton went right over and knocked on the door, almost regretting it as Remus opened the door.
“Yes?”
Patton blushed brightly and looked away. Remus must’ve just woken up..
“Oh, we all have the same body, no need to be so shy, daddy dearest,” Remus hummed as he leaned against the doorframe. “What’s the hat for?”
“Uh..”
Remus tutted and shut the door before opening it a second later, now at least in a shirt and shorts. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you..” Patton sighed. He held out the hat. “It’s Secret Santa.”
“Ooh, fun!” Remus grinned widely as he drew a name, laughing to himself. “Oh, no, he would not appreciate a present from me!” He put it back and drew the only other one left.
At that point, Patton stopped arguing. It was the spirit that counted. Besides, if they were more comfortable with a certain side, then that would only lead to a better night for everyone, right?
“Alright, this will be fun! Thanks, Patton!” Remus shut his door and Patton smiled to himself. He walked back towards the main area and picked out the last name, giving the hat to Logan as he passed him.
When he opened it, Remus’s reaction made a lot more sense. And, if Patton was right, so did Deceit’s. He could wish that everyone would get along all he wanted, but ultimately, things were never that easy. Imaginary forces or not.
When Christmas day finally came around, it seemed way too soon and yet, not soon enough! All six sides gathered around the Christmas tree, their gifts in hand and ready to exchange.
“Alright, who wants to go first?” Patton asked, his smile shining almost brighter than the tree.
Virgil reluctantly raised a hand, holding a medium sized box in the other. “I just want to get this out of the way. Here, Princey..” He shoved the box into Roman’s arms before scooting back into his corner.
Roman smiled and carefully set the gift he’d be giving before tearing open Virgil’s gift. “Oh, how cute!” He reached in and pulled out a well-decorated paper crown. With a satisfied hum, he placed it on top of his head, careful to keep it balanced as he picked his gift back up. “Thank you, Virgil!”
Virgil fought a smile and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.. It’s just stupid how you call yourself a prince and never even wear a crown or whatever.” Virgil was never a huge gift giver - Halloween was much bigger than Christmas ever was when he was with the others - so he wasn’t sure how to really conjure up anything. Just like with Patton’s card, he clearly preferred giving handmade gifts. They showed some sort of effort, no matter how stupid they might have turned out. And nobody was really expected to wear anything handmade, so he wouldn’t be surprised when Roman didn’t like it. Besides, the coloring kind of helped him calm down when he needed it.
But, contrary to Virgil’s gloomy thoughts, Roman absolutely adored the crown! He hummed happily as he placed it delicately on his head. Obviously, he was a proper prince before, but the crown was a nice reminder for everyone else.
Patton smiled and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Oh, I can’t wait any longer! Virgil, this is for you!” He handed him his own box, smiling as he took it.
In all honesty, Virgil nearly dropped it. He was far from weak, but the way Patton was bouncing with it, Virgil wasn’t expecting it to be so heavy. He sat down on the stairs and opened the box, letting himself show the smallest smile as he saw the weighted blanket inside. “Thanks, Patton..”
“Of course, kiddo! But that’s not even the best part. Take it out of the box!” Patton cheered, clapping his hands as Virgil did just that, revealing a Jack Skellington design on it.
Virgil’s smile unconsciously widened. “Patton, this is-” He heard the excitement in his own voice and cut himself off, clearing his throat to mask it. “Yeah, this is pretty cool. Thank you.”
Patton merely hummed happily in response, sending a silent thankful glance Logan’s way. He’d known since he drew his name that he wanted to get Virgil something that would help him ground himself more easily, it was just figuring out what exactly that meant that was the problem. Logan technically suggested the blanket, but Patton did think of the design on it.
Virgil wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, letting himself enjoy its weight as the next person took their turn.
Deceit sighed. “Well, if we’re going in reverse order, I suppose that means I’m up. I mean, I clearly know everything about you, Patton, but that doesn’t mean I really know what to get for you, so here. I tried, or whatever.” He practically shoved his gift against Patton’s chest, quick to go back to his spot against the wall and pretend not to care. Of course, it was hard not to completely care. Everyone, even a completely evil person such as himself needed some form of human contact and, as much as he loved Remus, Remus wasn’t always the best company. And he did try his best, but it was hard to know anything about anyone when they kept such a heavy guard up the second he came around.
Patton wasn’t really sure what to expect as he opened the box. It was cold and pretty light. Still, Deceit got that present just for him and it would be rude not to at least open it. So, he did, pulling the top off and smiling at what he saw. “Aw, Deceit, they’re lovely. I love roses, no matter what time of year it is. But why are they in a box?..”
Deceit shrugged and looked down at his gloved nails. “Try pulling one out.”
Patton did just that and found that it definitely was not a regular flower. Was that foil wrapped around it?.. He unwrapped it and gasped, fighting every urge to run and jump into Deceit in a huge bear hug. “Chocolate! Oh my goodness, chocolate roses!” He took a huge bite out of the one in his hand and moaned in pure delight at the taste. “Thank you so much!”
Deceit nodded. “Whatever.. They’re a variety, by the way. It’s not like I knew what you’d prefer. There’s some dark chocolate, some white chocolate, some with fruits..” Not that it’d be out of character or anything, but Deceit would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little relieved at Patton’s positive reaction.
Logan cleared his throat. “Well, I do believe that it’s my turn. Deceit?” He handed him his gift, unwrapped to save paper. “After our last encounter, I figured that you would enjoy this show. It’s a legal drama.”
“‘How To Get Away With Murder’,” Deceit hummed. “I have heard of the show, but I always assumed it would be something more suited for Remus’s tastes.” He looked through the DVD cases, pleasantly surprised to find that Logan had gotten him each season, plus... A blank case? Deceit opened it and fought back a smile as he saw a copy of Legally Blonde staring up at him. It was always a guilty pleasure of his, seeing someone like Elle Woods beat the social standards that stood in her way, as well as the corrupt court system that almost cost her her first trial and another woman her freedom. “Thank you, Logan, I appreciate this.”
“Of course,” Logan nodded, knowing that Deceit had seen the extra gift that he’d snuck in there. Logan wasn’t sure about how strictly Deceit wanted to keep his morally grey persona, so he wasn’t sure how handing him a movie in a bright blue and pink case would go over. Especially since Logan had his own share of guilty pleasures, such as the unicorn onesie that he’d be wrapped in the second that he was allowed to go back into his room.
Remus let out a joyous laugh as the two finished their little interaction. “Well, that was cute, but be prepared to be blown away!” He threw his box at Logan, who just barely caught it, but not without the present stumbling through his arms.
“Remus, you should be well aware that none of us are particularly good at catching. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from doing that ag-” Logan stopped himself as he opened the box and saw what was inside. “Remus, is this-”
“You know it! What kind of nerd are you without one of these babies decorating your room?”
“Well, you shouldn’t have thrown it at me like that if it was something this fragile,” Logan chastised as he pulled out the potted plant. Specifically, the Venus Fly Trap, complete with a bit of mistletoe tied around its stem.
“Oop! Mistletoe! You know what that means!”
Logan rolled his eyes. “I do not feel comfortable kissing any of the other sides. Therefore, I won’t.”
Remus tutted. “Oh, you’re absolutely no fun.”
“It would seem that our definitions of fun are very different, then,” Logan responded. “But I do appreciate the gift.” Of course, Logan was going to have to figure out some way to feed it, considering that there were absolutely no bugs in his spotless room, but it would still make a very nice thing to observe whenever he was stuck on a theory or whenever he simply had nothing else to do.
It was an absolute no-brainer that it was the perfect gift for Logan, too! Remus knew that his brand of weird wasn’t for everyone, but when it was mixed with science - one of Logan’s many nerdy obsessions - there were only so many things that came to mind as a gift! But human organs seemed more like a Valentine’s day gift to give, so that chopped down the list like a pig in a slaughterhouse!
Remus spun on his feet to face his brother, shimmying in his direction. “If my math is right, I think you owe me the final gift.”
Roman bit the inside of his cheek. Remus was more than difficult to pick out a gift for, even as his brother - especially as his brother. But it wasn’t impossible. “Oh, alright, here.” Roman handed his gift to Remus in its thick layer of wrapping paper, just like Remus liked.
Remus giggled and ripped through the paper like a predator through the guts of its unfortunate prey, squealing at what waited inside for him. “Aw, Ro, it’s adorable!” He held up the stuffed octo-lion - a creature that the two had made up consisting of an octopus with a mane and a tail - before hugging it tightly. “I’m going to name him Remrom, after the two of us!” Remus would be lying if he said he didn’t miss his brother, but that was Deceit’s job. Sure, the two had a tendency to butt heads, but they were brothers! What else did everyone expect?
“Actually,” Roman began, almost sheepishly, “I thought of a name myself.. Creatnativity.”
“Aww, because we’re creativity and he’s a Christmas present, how sweet!” Remus hummed, hugging his friend once more before noticing something. “Did you put bones in him? There’s something all hard in here.”
Roman smiled. “Actually... There’s a zipper on his back. It’s stupid, but I put a bunch of our old stories in there.. You know, from when we were.. One.” Roman was the good one, of course he was the one who was allowed to keep their works. Besides, it gave him a lot to think about on how not to become too dark.
Remus practically exploded with joy, tackling Roman to the ground in a bone-crushing hug. “This is the best present ever! I love you, Princey!”
Roman let out a small laugh and hugged back. “I love you too, Duke.. Merry Christmas..”
Patton smiled and figured that it’d be best to let the brothers spend some brother time together. “Maybe we should take a break before spending some family time.” He glanced over at Virgil. “Why don’t we go watch some Nightmare Before Christmas?”
Of course, Virgil would never turn down such an offer, but this time especially, he knew why Patton was trying to get them away. “Yeah.. Sounds good.” The two disappeared up the stairs, Virgil letting them both walked wrapped in his new blanket.
Deceit nudged Logan and held up the blank case. “Why don’t we go watch this in my room? You can even bring that unicorn onesie you love so much and I’ll wear my own snake onesie.”
Logan nodded. “That sounds ideal.” The pair left to do just that, leaving the creativity twins on their own.
“We have got to hang out more, Ro..”
“I know. Let’s go watch a Disney movie.”
“Lion King!”
Roman chuckled and sat up, scooting out from beneath Remus. “Alright, Lion King.”
Patton and Virgil, Logan and Deceit, Roman and Remus. Christmas was time to be spent with family and be surrounded by loved ones, sure. But sometimes, a little quiet time made everything just that much more perfect.
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N7 Day 29 - Legacy
Summary: Sheapard and crew finally get to Archangel. Except... that’s not Omega, and he’s not Commander Shepard. Nor for the matter, is that Archangel. Hooray for TV magic?
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To say it was hell there was putting it mildly.
“Hurry it up or he's gonna fucking shoot us too!”
Bo pushed him forward as they dove for new cover. All around them, it was chaos as all three merc packs converged on them. Every so often, a clear shot would take one out. One even hit him in the shoulder – thank you kinetic shields, for keeping his arm on. They were moving closer to the stairs, to their goal.
To Archangel.
The last push up the stairs was the hardest as he dove behind a partition and fired at a Blood Pack merc. They groaned, and then went down when Bo shot them again. One more remained, and he was soon put down by their guns. All they had to do now was head in.
He was in first, pounding on the door. Once it opened, they were in the sniper's nest. There he was, in blue armor with a modified rifle. Archangel only paused to aim once before he fired and a man went silent below.
Then there was the quiet as they got a break between waves.
Their small group faced him. He got up, and then his helmet was down on his seat. The harsh lights reflected off his carapace and the blue tattoos that matched the armor. His mandibles were twitching, like he couldn't believe it.
“Shepard.”
Garrus.
“I thought you were dead.”
The glowing implants embedded in his face were proof of that. Still, his heart pounded as he approached the turian. There was still too much space between them – especially with the mercs coming.
“Garrus Vakarian?”
He chuckled weakly – they had hit a few times. “In the flesh, what's left of it.”
His mouth went dry. “What are you doing here?”
The turian shrugged. “Just killing mercs. Nice of you to join me, there's plenty to go around.”
Clearly – the next wave was going to be coming shortly. If they didn't act fast – he glanced over his shoulder to check. They weren't there yet. He had time, and with time came the chance to ask a few questions.
He had been dead, they were warranted.
“What are you doing on Omega?”
Another weak chuckle from Garrus as he shifted position. “I got fed up with...”
And then his face went blank. “Shit... line?”
“Cut!”
There he went again, forgetting his fucking lines. They were never going to get through this scene alive.
At least this time, the director called for a break so the mighty Archangel could get himself together. Only he was pretty sure the real Garrus would be able to get his lines right. He'd probably also carry the fucking rifle right too – a shot like that would take his head off.
And here he thought turians went through training...
Ok, so he wasn't actually Alistair Shepard either, and this wasn't Omega. Instead, his name was Alex and he was still on the Citadel. They had gone to Omega for planning, though – Aria had even given her input. How they had gotten it out of her, he didn't want to know. He didn't need to know either; all he had to do was act and remember where he had to shoot.
“Is that the third time today he fucked his lines up, or am I seeing shit?” Bo – actually named Beau, ironically enough – was eating something to get her energy back. “Doesn't he normally have a stick up his ass about that?”
Alex rolled both his eyes and his sore shoulders. Even though it was just prop armor, it was still fucking heavy. He had been working out, but clearly it wasn't enough yet. Maybe he needed to do a few more push-ups...
Ugh, he hated push-ups.
“Maybe he had another one night stand and forgot to learn his lines.” He shrugged. “It's no business of mine.”
Beau rolled her eyes. “It is if you ever want to get out of here. Maybe you can bash his reason out of him.”
Ah. So they were sending him in. Last he checked, he didn't have Alistair Shepard's ability to talk someone to death. Still, they had time. So he shrugged his shoulders as he headed off to give his costar the come to Jesus moment.
Though was it still called a come to Jesus moment if the person getting the talk came from a planet where Jesus wasn't a thing?
Alex was soon on his way, looking around the set of the popular historical drama Mass Effect. It wasn't the first show based on the Reaper War of 2185 and what came before it, but it was being touted as the most accurate thanks to relying on primary sources and journals from the participants. Why nobody had read the journals before, he wasn't sure. Even before getting the role, he had practically memorized them.
Maybe it was the whole gay, transgender man saving the universe thing that had interested him. Wasn't like he was also gay or trans... oh wait, yeah, he was.
Well, whatever. He was in armor, and he was trying to hunt down a turian who didn't want to be found. Most of his costar's usual haunts were empty. So he was forced to keep going, wondering how uncomfortable the real N7 armor must have been to walk around in. His fake version was really starting to ride up a little in some crucial areas.
It was one of those “glad he didn't have testicles” times.
“Virius? Where are you, you couldn't have gotten far in 5 minutes!”
This set was empty. It was supposed to be Afterlife, but not even the asari playing Aria was lording over it. Instead, he found a turian sitting towards the back, half hidden in shadow. He too was still wearing uncomfortable armor – or at least it looked that way.
Turians just looked uncomfortable in general.
There was his costar. Normally, Macen Virius was the consummate professional bitching at him for every minor mistake. To say they hated each other was putting it mildly – the two couldn't stand each other on a good day. Every moment they weren't acting, they were sniping at each other. Maybe it was a difference in personalities, maybe the turian didn't like humans.
Either way, the feeling was mutual and he was a fucking bastard.
“I didn't ask to be followed, Jones.”
His voice was shaking. So was the rest of him for that matter. Alex cocked an eyebrow as he realized Macen was actually shaking the table he was in front of. Maybe if they had been friends he would've noticed and been worried.
Mostly he was just annoyed.
At least the couch stopped shaking when he added his weight to it. “Well, tough. For some reason people think a dye job and the fake implants give me Commander Shepard's gift of gab.”
“I'm here to inform them they missed the mark.” Macen's voice was a little stronger, though he was still shaking. “Here to gloat? I'll get it right when we start over, don't worry. Just remember to sound appropriately horny when you get there, it felt a little flat.”
That got Alex rolling his eyes. “Appropriately horny? Are we reading the same damn journals, Virius?”
“Yours may have been downplayed because Shepard was easily embarrassed.”
Yeah, and he doubted Garrus had written down 'Shepard wanted to get into my armor on sight' in his. The long-dead turian was a total sub, first off. Besides that, both of them were trying not to get killed by the merc alliance from hell. Even if they had been horny, there really hadn't been time to lay it out on the table.
Besides, Alistair had been dead for two years. Horny was definitely not one of his problems.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Virius.” Alex rolled his eyes as he brushed hair from his eyes. He hated the season 2 look, but it was what the records said. He was having bad flashbacks to older roles, ones he didn't like to think about. “So, do you have a vibrator in there or something to make you shake so much?”
Macen scoffed, but he didn't stop shaking. “I believe a vibrator as a tool is in your character description, not mine.”
His voice lowered. “Shit... it won't stop.”
Honestly, Alex was amazed he hadn't noticed earlier just how tense the turian looked. His talons were clenched so tightly over his prop greaves that it was a miracle he wasn't puncturing right through the lightweight metal. His voice was coming out higher too – the translator was struggling to keep up.
If he didn't know better... he'd swear Macen was nervous.
…
“Shit. This is really freaking you out, huh?”
The words came out before his brain really had time to think about it. Even Macen looked surprised that he had said it – that made two of them. Alex had to wonder if he had been temporarily possessed by the ghost of his role to make him say it. Nope, it had been his accent...
Shit.
“Why do you care?”
That got the human groaning. “Because you're shaking like a fucking leaf and it's not like you! Something about this scene is freaking you out and I want to make sure we don't have to keep redoing it, because I know we're both fucking uncomfortable in this damn armor.”
Seriously, he had one hell of a wedgie and he was pretty sure he had a blister forming in more than a few places.
Much to his surprise, Macen chuckled weakly. “Well at least you're honest. I can give you that, Jones. No bullshit here.”
He stood, leaning over the railing that overlooked the fake club. “Playing Archangel... it's a really big deal. No one's really gotten him right over the years. He's either mad with power or lost with grief. They never get close to the mark and then suddenly it's thrown into my lap and they tell me good luck with it.”
His talons rasped against the metal as he twisted his hands uselessly. “If I mess up... I'm not doing one of Palaven's greatest heroes justice. Garrus' story deserves to be told the right way. And it scares the shit out of me to think I screw up and be one more fuck up in a long line of them.”
Briefly, Macen looked back. The look he gave almost knocked Alex back. To say he was desperate was putting it mildly. The turian was absolutely terrified as he felt the weight upon his carapace. No wonder he had been shaking so badly, it was a miracle he hadn't been crushed by it. Yet there he was, still in one piece.
…
“It's a heavy weight, getting it right.”
Alex joined him at the railing. He sighed, leaning forward. “I kind of get it... I mean, it's probably different playing Garrus... but Alistair's difficult too.”
Much to his surprise, Macen nodded. At least they could agree on that.
“Like... I'm playing one of the most famous transmen in human history. Somehow I have to pull it together and be the hero everyone expects. If I fuck up... shit, it's going to be nasty.”
Now he was starting to shake a little. “But... we both have to do it, don't we? We have to push through the anxiety and get it right. They gave us the job... so it's up to us to do it right. We have to bear the weight of history and make it look easy.”
He gripped the railing as tightly as he could. There, in that darkened set they both felt the weight pressing down on them. Though they were dressed for the part, neither probably felt anything like what they were supposed to portray.
But... he supposed that was the part of actors. They had to step into the role and do it right. After all, people had put faith in them. And there were countless people waiting for this scene and getting to see Archangel in action.
No pressure or anything.
“You know... maybe you have a little Shepard bullshit in you after all.”
Macen's voice was a little bit stronger as he straightened up. “Bear the weight of history, huh? What a human way to put it.”
Alex felt his cheeks color as he glanced to the side. “Excuse me for not knowing how a turian would refer to it.”
Another chuckle rang out through the dark room, but it didn't sound nervous. Nor for that matter was it particularly malicious. If he had to guess... maybe Macen sounded relieved? With turians, it was hard to tell. They had all that subvocal shit going on that he would never pick up.
But he had stopped shaking.
“You did your best, Jones. Nobody's ever going to come to you for a motivational speech, but you tried.”
There was that tone back. Yep, Macen was back to being an asshole. He was on the mend at last. Now maybe they could get back to wrapping this scene up. They had plenty of fight scenes to get through before Alex would enjoy him getting shot in the face. Oh... he was living for that moment right then as he stood up.
“You coming or what? Our break is almost over.”
Alex jogged to catch up, his shorter legs having to almost double to catch up to his turian costar. They shared a brief dirty look as they left Afterlife behind, heading back to where people were waiting for them.
“Also... thanks.”
Macen was gone before Alex could register what had happened – someone needed to touch up his makeup, his actual orange tattoos were starting to show under the blue face paint. He was left standing there, confused.
That... was weird.
Oh well. He returned to his original position, slamming his prop helmet back on for the reshoot. Beau was next to him, also setting up. Both got to watch as their turian costar moved up the stairs with the gait of a man on a mission. At least he was holding his gun right this time.
Good, someone told him.
“Whatever you did, it worked.” Beau had whispered that – the lights were dimming as things set back up for the big reveal. “Nice going.”
Sure... he wasn't sure what he had done, but why not?
Anyway, it didn't matter. In that matter of seconds, Alex had gotten himself back into Shepard's mindset as they started rolling. There were mercs in his way keeping him from Archangel, and he wasn't going to let him down.
Just one wave to go... and then the door would be safe to approach.
“And action!”
Time to become the guy who saved the universe again. No problem.
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Songfic Day 14: If
Day 14: A song you’d love played at your wedding: If - Bread
Jughead and Betty throughout their wedding day
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If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
6:32 am - Betty
“Good Morning Besties! Time to rise and shine, we have to get the blushing bride to the chapel on time and we’re already behind schedule,” Veronica sang, pulling back the curtains of the grande suite she’d rented for her best friend Betty’s wedding.
“Christ Lodge, the sun is barely up, can you not?” Toni grumbled from one of the large king size beds that she and Cheryl had passed out the night before. Jellybean lay sprawled out on the sofa, snoring despite all the noise around her.
“No can do, Topaz. As maid of honor it is my duty to keep you bridesmaids on schedule while also making sure B has everything she needs and stays sane today. Last thing we need is Alice complaining that things are running behind,” she said, placing two lattes beside Toni.
“V, it’s entirely too early to mention my mother. I need my coffee first before we can even go there. What time is it anyway?” Betty yawned, stretching as she spoke.
7:35 am - Jughead
“Archie!” Jughead yelled across the apartment he shared with his best friend, Archie. After today, he would be moving in with his fiance -well wife- and he really couldn't wait.
He and Betty have been together for 6 years now and he couldn't be happier with his life. They were both officially done with school and had just opened their own Private Investigation Firm. That way they could work together while also allowing Jughead to have time to work on his novel.
Life had been good to them and now they finally get to be man and wife. Jughead was trying not to be sappy about it all, but this was his ultimate dream come true.
"What is it Jug? What time is it?" Archie asked, hair askew and wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"It's almost 8, coffee’s in the pot. Have you seen my cufflinks? You know the ones Dad had made, the little silver crowns? I can't find them anywhere," Jughead was a bit worried when they weren’t on his dresser that morning. FP’d had them made for the wedding with an identical pendant made for Betty to wear as well. And his Dad didn't give him a lot of gifts growing up so these were very important to him.
"Yeah man, there in the box with mine and the groomsmen's in my bag ready to go to the church," Archie said in a calming voice, "Don't freak out man, as your best man it's my job to keep you calm and threaten to murder you or break your legs if you try to run."
"I think death threats and acts of violence are a bit extreme, don't you Arch?" Jughead laughed.
Archie rolled his eyes, grabbing a cup to pour them some coffee, "Tell that to Veronica."
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
9:23 am - Betty
"V, I’m so glad you talked me into doing a massage and facial before our mani-pedis. This is literally heaven," Betty sighed, taking a sip of her mimosa while the manicurist massaged lotion onto her calves.
"Only the best for my B. I wanted to make you feel as special your wedding day as everyday of my life has felt since you came into it," Veronica smiled, eyes glistening. Betty teared up at her best friends heartfelt words.
"Oh, V. I love you so much," Betty pulled her into a crushing hug, being sure not to shift her lower half. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and whispered, "Thanks for always being there for me, no matter what. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you."
Veronica pulled back, laughing through a sob, "Ok, enough of that. I may have gotten the best waterproof makeup money can buy, but we aren't trying to test that claim today."
"Betty?" They both froze when they heard the voice calling from the hall. Betty let out an exasperated sigh.
"In here, Mom."
9:47 am - Jughead
"Coming!" Jughead yelled, walking towards the front door. When he opened it, he was met with the smiling faces of his father and his other three best friends.
"Congratulations, boy," FP stepped in, hugging his son tight, "I can't believe you're actually getting married."
"Thanks Dad, what you you doing here so early? I didn't expect you for another hour at least," Jughead said, hugging and high-fiving his groomsmen -Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Kevin- as they entered the apartment.
"You know Alice, she was itching to leave Riverdale at 6 this morning. I held her off as long as possible but that’s like fighting a grizzly bear and well, Archie wasn’t around for back up. Is JB here?" FP asked, looking around Jug's apartment for his daughter.
"She decided to stay over at the hotel with the girls so they could all be together to get ready or whatever they plan on doing," Jughead said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Looks Sweets will be disappointed. He was hoping to see her before we all had to get ready," FP nodded his head towards Sweet Pea who'd spent the entire time with his nose shoved in his phone, dopey grin plastered on his face.
It honestly used to bother him Sweet Pea and Jellybean had started dating when she turned 18 but he got over that fairly quickly. Just seeing how good they were for each other eased Jughead's mind. Besides that, Sweets looked at Jelly the same way he looked at Betty, so he knew what they had was real.
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
11:56 am - Betty
"Stand up straight, Elizabeth. We still have to finish getting you in this corset or we will never get your dress on properly," Alice huffed, pulling on the fabric. Veronica had gone downstairs to handle a situation with the caterers and all the girls had stepped out to get drinks and snacks for the rest of the wedding party, leaving Betty alone with her mother for the first time all morning. And frankly, she was about to her breaking point.
She loved her mother, she really did, and ever since she and FP had gotten better but as soon as the wedding planning started she had started to nitpick every little thing Betty did or choice she made.
With hips like yours, would a mermaid cut dress be appropriate? Elizabeth, just because Jughead wants a chocolate cake doesn't mean he should get it, it’s your special day. Is that really the font you chose for the invitations? You’re seriously going to have your bridesmaids and groomsmen mixed up on both sides?
It has gotten so bad that Jughead and FP had to step in to tell her that it was enough and that she needed to back off. Which she did, that is, until she arrived this morning and thought she’d try to pack months of criticism into one morning. Betty didn’t need to deal with this today, of all days, so she grabbed her phone and sent an SOS text.
SOS... Send reinforcements to slay the dragon and save the princess...
“Mom, I'm sure it will be fine,” Betty tried to stop the discussion but Alice was having none of it and cut her off.
“Elizabeth, I just don’t want those extra pounds you’ve added these last few weeks to show through because you didn’t properly shinch your corset. Now- “ Alice was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Hey Alice, Dad said he needs your help. Something about his tie or something?” Jellybean smiled sheepishly but winked at Betty once Alice turned her back. Betty smiled, mouthing her thanks to her future sister-in-law.
“I swear, I have no idea how that man survived all those years on his own without me,” Alice scoffed as she marched out of the women’s dressing area. Betty was grateful when Veronica walked back in the room, an apologetic look on her face and holding two lattes.
“I am so sorry, B. I swear I didn’t mean to leave you alone with her this morning,” Veronica apologized.
“It’s ok Ronnie. Jug took care of it,” Betty smiled, sipping her cinnamon dulce white chocolate mocha.
12:02 pm - Jughead
Betty: SOS... Send reinforcements to slay the dragon and save the princess...
“Dad, get your woman before I have Sweet Pea hogtie her and toss her in your truck,” Jughead groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in his frustration.
“Oh Lord, what’s she doing this time, boy?” FP asked. Jughead didn’t answer, just handed him his phone to show FP the text from Betty. “Alright, I’ll take care of this. JELLY!” he yelled.
“Yeah Dad?” Jellybean said, walking in from the hallway where she and Sweet Pea were talking with the rest of the wedding party.
“We have a code viper in Betty’s room, can you handle it for us please?” Jelly nodded, running out the door.
“Code viper?” Jughead smirked.
FP simply shrugged and smiled at his son. “You’ve met that woman, right?”
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.
2:00 pm - Betty
“Betty, you look beautiful,” FP choked, grinning as he walked up to her at the front of the church. She beamed at FP, tears pricking her eyes.
“Thanks FP, you clean up well yourself,” she chuckled. She was thankful to have FP in her life as her surrogate father. After everything that happened with her father and his death, she never thought she’d have a chance to be walked down the aisle properly. But after living with FP and Jellybean her senior year, he really became the father she no longer had and she was so grateful.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
Betty shook her head and smiled, “Not even a little bit.”
The music began and FP offered her his arm, “Let’s make you a Jones.” Betty placed her tiny hand in the crook of his arm and grinned. This was the moment she’d been waiting for all her life.
2:00 pm - Jughead
The doors opened slowly and Jughead lost his ability to breathe. At the end of the aisle, standing beside his father, was the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Betty’s dress, form-fitting until just past her hips and flaring out at the bottom, made her look like a princess in a fairytale. Her veil had tiny diamonds that sparkled like the stars in the sky, catching the light with every step she took towards him.
When their eyes locked, Jughead could feel the tears dripping from his eyes despite the goofy grin that was plastered on his face. He could see that Betty was as much in the same boat as he was, her smile rivaling the sunshine and her hands gripping tighter to the bouquet of wildflowers in her hands.
As his future stepped up to stand beside him, he knew that his life was finally complete. He had loved her for so many years that he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t. His whole life had been leading to this moment and he was speechless. Betty placed her hand in his and squeezed, grinning at him.
“Hi Juggie.”
If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
3:33 pm - Betty
“I met Betty in my sophomore year of highschool when my family moved to Riverdale from the city. She was my tour guide at Riverdale High and the moment we met, I knew she would be my best friend. And even though we have had our ups and downs in the past, I have never regretted a moment that I have spent with her. My life would be incomplete without her,” Veronica paused to wipe a tear from her eyes, “Oh, and Jughead is ok too, I guess.” Everyone burst into a fit of laughter.
“In all seriousness, I have been around Jughead and Betty throughout their entire relationship and I can safely say I have never seen two people more in love. Well except for my Archikins and I,” everyone chuckled again at the nickname, “Jughead, Betty, I wish you all the happiness in the world and I know that, without a doubt, there is not two people more suited for each other then you two. I love you guys, salud!” Veronica held up her glass as everyone chapped and sipped their champagne.
3:35 pm - Jughead
“Thanks everyone, um, I have known Betty and Jughead for my entire. We have all been friends since we were still in diapers and our parents would bathe us together,” Betty and Jughead blushed as people giggled, “Um, yeah but we have been through a lot together. I was actually really shocked when I first found out that they were dating, just simply for the fact that I never saw it coming. No one did really. But I remember seeing them one day outside Southside High and, with the help of Ronnie, I realized that they were soulmates. And I also realized that I wanted what they have with each other. I got lucky and found my soulmate too,” he paused to smile at Veronica, “Jughead, you have always been more like my brother than anything and I am so happy for you. You deserve to be with someone who will treat you like you are their whole world, and you’ve got that person beside you. Betty, you have been my rock since we were two years old. You helped me pass the second grade, you saved my life more than once when we were younger and I will always be thankful to have you in my life. You will always be my best friend and I am so happy that you and Jughead have found the happiness you both deserve together. I love you guys, cheers!”
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
6:26 pm - Betty
Betty was thankful she had decided to change into a more comfortable dress as she moved with Veronica on the dance floor, dancing to cringy Britney Spears songs just like they’d done so many times before. Betty bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder to see her husband standing off to the side, laughing and having a cigarette with Fangs and Toni, tie long gone along with his coat.
He had rolled up his sleeves earlier in the evening, showing off all the ink that he’d accumulated over the years that Betty loved to look at. His suspenders were hanging down around his hips in their usual place, his hair falling into his eyes and Betty couldn’t help but think of how sexy he was. And better still, how he was all hers.
She told Veronica she was taking a break and walked over to the bar for some bottled water. As she sipped her drink, she glanced back over to where Jughead was and caught him staring at her while taking a drag from his smoke. She winked at him, biting her lip and slowly walking towards one of the coat closets near the front of the reception hall. Just before opening the door to step inside she ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of the water bottle and grinned, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind.
7:44 pm - Jughead
“Mmm, Betty?” Jughead pulled away panting, lips bee stung from ravaging his wife in the tiny coat closet. Her breasts heaved as she tried to find her voice, “Yeah?” she said, latching her lips to his neck, sucking a dark bruise for everyone to see.
“Do- um, do you think they’ve noticed we are missing yet?” Jughead asked, moaning loudly at the feeling of his wife's tongue on his bare skin. A loud banging at the door startled them both causing them to jump apart like two teenagers.
“Yes, we know you’re missing and yes, the entire banquet does know what you are doing in here,” Veronica shouted through the door. Jughead’s face turned bright red as Betty burst into laughter and threw her arms around his neck.
“Take me to our room, husband. I have plans for you,” Betty grinned.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, wife,” She squealed with laughter as Jughead threw her over his shoulder and pushed the door open to make a mad dash for the elevators.
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
#songfic writing challenge 2019#song you want played at your wedding#I actually played this at my wedding#Bughead#bughead fanfiction#riverdale#cw riverdale#riverdale jughead#riverdale betty#betty and jughead#betty x jughead#wedding bells
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Tanuma!
[Message me a character and I’ll tell you five headcanons I have about them]
1. Tanuma’s decent at caring for different types house plants. His dad liked to keep them in the house and temple buildings, and it’s probably always been one of his daily chores to water them and check up on their condition. He enjoys it, though, and finds it calming, and while far from being an expert, he owns a few books on house plants and has a knack for keeping finicky plants and flowers alive. I think he keeps a few succulents in his room because he likes the way they look and they’re lower day-to-day maintenance (he’s got it in the back of his head that if he’s fully responsible for looking after his own plants it would be better to not choose ones that might die easily because their tiny lives depend on him and he can’t be a bad plant dad to his own plants.) Natsume gave him at least one of the succulents, and he will take it to the grave just how long he spent in the shop with Touko agonizing over which one to buy while she tried not to giggle over it…and meanwhile Tanuma’s just standing there with the little thing cupped gently in his hands, having distressing heart palpitations over how freaking thoughtful of a gift this is, and kind of blurting “I promise I won’t let it die” before he even manages the “thank you.”
I’m also all over the idea of Tanuma ending up giving Touko houseplant tips, which I imagine would begin when she offhand mentions having some difficulty with an orchid or something equally finicky that had been a gift to her from a friend. And Tanuma, who’s there for dinner, says without really thinking about it, “Oh, have you tried [insert plant advice here]?” And he’d be immediately be lowkey embarrassed for having been presumptuous with unsolicited advice or whatever, but Touko is absolutely delighted, because she’s sensed that it’s difficult for him to talk about himself (a trait she’s familiar with in Natsume), and virtually everything she does know about him has come from Natsume. She furthermore knows that he’s very, very important to Natsume and wants him to be able to feel comfortable around her and Shigeru. She figures it’s a pretty harmless topic to press him about, and in the end, the orchid is saved, Touko ends up with several solid suggestions for indoor flowering plants that are less temperamental to brighten up the kitchen (one of which he’d later go with Natsume to pick out to surprise her on her birthday), and Crucial Bonding Time has occurred.
2. Tanuma wears reading glasses sometimes, almost never outside his own house, but one day Natsume drops by while he’d forgotten he was wearing them…naturally Tanuma gets shy about it, and takes them off so fast they end up on the floor, but Natsume’s reaction pretty much amounts to “……………..💓.” Depending how long they’ve known each other he may or may not fumble his way through telling Tanuma that they look nice on him, and wanting to sink through the floor himself by the end of it. Speaking of which, I am all for that popular headcanon that Tanuma wears glasses when he’s a bit older, even if it’s implied that it’s for exorcist-type reasons, because it’s also typically accepted that Natsume Really Appreciates said glasses.
3. Tanuma’s surprisingly good at climbing trees. There was ample opportunity for him growing up in and around the grounds of rural temples. And on the days when he was feeling just fine and was excited to be outside, his dad had the concern in the back of his mind for awhile that he’d fall and break half his bones, and would sometimes go and discretely recite some prayers out by the trees in question. But he never had any bad falls, and found being up surrounded by leaves and birds and soft breezes to be soothing, especially if he was having an anxious day. The only time he did get pretty banged up falling out of a tree was because he literally fell asleep up there…and once it was clear he wasn’t seriously injured, his dad was torn between sympathy and amusement.
4. Tanuma’s Aunt Satomi has tried to take him shopping a few times, in part to be able to spend time with him, and in part because he’ll often wear stuff until it’s a little shabby looking. She knows his dad doesn’t really have much money to spare, and she wants to treat him to some decent quality clothes that will hopefully last him awhile. But clothes shopping with her nephew turns out to be a bit of a vexing experience for Satomi. Not because she wants to control what he chooses; she’d assumed he’d be drawn to plain clothing in subdued colors like everything he already owns, and that he’d be uncomfortable if she tried to spend a lot of money. But the first time they go out, with the intention of finding a handful of shirts, she is not expecting him to come back to her after just five minutes when she’d shooed him along to go choose what he likes in the very first store they visit, with three plain dark t-shirts in his hands obviously all selected from the same display, like “I’ve got them, where do we go to check out?” And he is legitimately confused when she tells them to at least try them on if those are what he wants, and his thought process is more or less but…they’re mediums, and that’s the same as all my shirts at home…and the colors are good and if I tried them she’d have to sit and wait for me…I Fail To Recognize The Problem Here... Additionally, he gets overwhelmed in crowded public spaces like malls much more easily than Satomi had anticipated, which she might not comprehend but is compassionate about, so she’ll call it a day when he starts to look nauseous. So all in all she figures it’d be kinder to just send him money for clothes on his birthday and take him to a park or shrine next time she wants to see him. However, she gives his dad the gentle advice to make sure that he actually tries clothing on his body before leaving a shop with it.
5. For Tanuma’s birthday one year, Taki and Natsume collaborate on a surprise, to help him see the koi in his back garden pond. It was Taki’s idea initially, and as it obviously involved her circles, Natsume was reticent at first, but with the understanding that it would be small, only active for a short period of time, and would make him so goddamned happy if they could actually get it to work, he agrees. They don’t really get much chance to test it out in advance, because Tanuma’s house is the only place that Natsume knows of that has a visible amount of water spirits confined in a small area. However, the basic idea’s pretty simple, just sink a larger flat stone with the symbol painted on it (maybe even a patio tile or something similar) into the pond’s bottom, and see if any of the koi brush against it as they pass by, or if they could become visible merely by passing through the water above it. Sensei’s doubtful that it will work, because even if it did work he thinks they’d intentionally swim around it, but when Natsume is able to distract Tanuma long enough for Taki to go out to the pond and test it, she comes back in with the biggest smile on her face and tells them to come outside. And it does take a few minutes, the three of them crouched down over still surface of the water with bated breath. But then there’s a glint of sunlight off a vermillion-colored scale, just at the circle’s edge… And Tanuma’s just sitting there with his hand smushed against his mouth making a valiant but futile effort not to cry. Because of course the fish are incredible and he’d stare at them all day if he could but there’s a healthy dose of You Guys Are The Best in the mix too…it’s dizzying for him to have gone from being virtually friendless for years to having friends who care about him so intensely they’d do something like this for him. Anyhow, he keeps the rock wrapped up tight in a few old towels and t shirts, and if his dad ever comes across it, he just lets it be.
#just when i think i couldn't possibly come up with more tanuma headcanons#here we go#thanks for the ask :)#natsume yuujinchou#tanuma kaname#taki tooru#natsume takashi#fujiwara touko#natsume's book of friends#natsuyuu#aceteling#tanunatsu#owlet's headcanons#ask meme
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