#I can barely draw animals I think the bunny he's holding came out great

[floydsteeth]

Bunny boy kenshin

(The outfit referenced found on pinterest)

#I forgot to make it look fluffy but just imagine it is #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #kenshin uesugi #My wife<3 #I love him so much #I'm not colouring in the sword #To much effort #The fact I drew it twice is enough #I kinda wanna draw Emma in the same outfit #But when I saw it my first thought was #“It was made for kenshin” #ikesen kenshin #I can barely draw animals I think the bunny he's holding came out great #Arsons art :P

[hops-hunny]

ok now you got me going with the size kink stuff

AND I DEMAND A BLURB WITH POTHEAD NEV, SIZE KINK NEV, DOM!NEV, SPANKING KINK, but like the reader is sweet and act "innocent", and neville gets more turned on than he already is

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

;_; yall fr treat me huh? IM FINNA TEAR THIS ONE UP. I'll do you one better, reader IS innocent. Not even as an act

Neville knew he was playing with fire when he first asked (Y/n) out. They were different in so many ways. While Neville was experienced in all sense of the world, she was untouched. Didn't drink, didn't party, barely left her dorm, hell she didn't even smoke before she started to date him. At first, he thought her whole innocent thing was an act or that it was at least a lot less than it came off originally. However when he went to touch her for the first time and she took the time to turn each of her stuffed animals around, he knew he was screwed.

It was like the world was tempting him, holding the metaphorical candy in front of his face. He'd be damned if he didn't eat it. Although they hadn't gone all the way yet her reactions from what he had done were more than enough. The way she'd moan and buck her hips onto his tongue as he tongue fucked her, begging him to stop because she was so sensitive but whining when he pulled away. The way he'd finger her in the common room, in the great hall too, whispering about how naughty she was for letting him touch her. It was all so addicting. He found himself being absolutely devoted to eliciting those noises from her whenever he could, loving how even when she was deep into it she'd still go as far as to cover her own eyes claiming it was "too lewd".

"N-nev. Can I ask you something?" she mumbled, walking up to him as he sat with his friends. He glared at them as they went to say something, standing up to grab her hands.

"Of course. Everything okay, petal?" he asked, stroking her cheek as he tilted her head up to look at him. He noticed how her eyes were bloodshot, pupils slightly blown out. "Are..are you high princess?" he asked in a shocked tone. It wasn't unusual for her to be high, just unusual for her to be high without him. She never did it alone, usually opting to wait for him. He ignored his friends' giggles, walking her away to a secluded corridor. "What is it you needed to ask me?"

She looked both ways before grabbing his hand, guiding it between her legs. His eyes widened at how wet she was before another wave of shock rolled through him. She wasn't wearing underwear?

"Petal just what do you think you're doing, walking around the hall with no knickers under your skirt? Only sluts do things like that, are you a slut?" he teased, rubbing his fingers between her folds slightly. He smirked as her legs begin to shake, a whimper falling through her lips as she clung onto his shirt.

"Wanted..no needed you to touch me. I wanna feel good." she said, burying her face in his chest. He drew back his fingers slowly, holding them to her lips. His cock twitched at her confused expression.

"Open." he commanded, sticking his slick covered fingers into her mouth as she opened. "Yes, just like that pretty. I'll make you feel good. But first I've gotta teach you a lesson." he began to drag her off towards his dorm, ignoring her protests.

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When they got to his dorm, Neville sat on the edge of his bed pulling the smaller girl towards him. He pushed her down over his lap, pulling up the back of her skirt. His pants tightened at the sight of her slick covered cut, spasming around nothing. "Fucking hell.." he muttered, rubbing a large hand over her ass. Without warning he brought his hand back down, a loud smack echoing around the room. (Y/n) whimpered, gripping onto his pants leg at the action, bits of her arousal sliding out.

"N-nev! Hurts..." she squeaked out as he repeated the action, massaging her sore cheek. She ground her clit against his pants leg, whimpering at the minimal amount of friction. "B-but feels good."

He let out a soft groan, landing a hard spank on her cheek once more. His eyes darkened at the sight of her red cheeks, marks in the shape of his hand. "Yeah? Bet it does. You're such a slut for me, bunny. Look at you, getting all messy and I've barely even touched you." he chuckled as she whined, moving her hips down onto his thigh. He continued with his ruthless actions, growing more and more impatient from the little noises she'd make, begging and begging him to touch her.

"Alright. Think that's enough darling. Want me to make you feel good?" he mused, laying her back on the bed as he removed her shirt. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her. Her lips were all puffy from his relentless kissing, hair tousled as her hard nipples poked through her frilly little bra. Normally he'd remove it, but she looked so pretty that he hardly wanted to ruin it. He moved her skirt up once again, going to slide a finger inside of her but was surprised when it went in with ease.

"W-wanted you so bad earlier so I...I tried...I can't say it!" she cried out, covering her face. He felt his heart swell at her adorable actions, every bit of his patience was being tested and he was sure if he didn't keep going, he'd fail.

"Go on bunny, say it. Tell daddy what you did, hm?" he cooed, rubbing at her clit slowly. He watched as the girl tensed, hips bucking to meet his small movements. He stopped, pinching at the small bud when she shook her head no.

"T-touched myself. Thinking of you, wanted you so so bad." she said, looking up with him with big sad eyes, bottom lip jutted out. She was so pretty, so delicate and pure. His sweet little flower.

"Oh petal, bet your cunny is begging to be filled then. Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you." he muttered, freeing his cock from the restraints of his briefs. He rubbed his swollen tip against her entrance , pausing briefly as her small hand reached out to wrap around his wrist. His eyes locked with hers, softening at her expression.

"I..I don't think it's gonna fit. It's just...it's so big Nev." she whimpered out, tears springing in the corner of her eyes. He felt himself began to throb at the question, eyes trailing down to look at the sight. The size of her hole was impossibly small compared to his massive member. He knew it'd take forever to even fit half way but it was sure to be worth it. He'd just have to take his time, find some inner patience to do this in the best way possible.

"It'll fit, don't worry dove. You wanna be my good girl don't you?" he asked, watching as the girl nodded, her face relaxing some. He gave her a soft smile, leaning down to press a soft peck on her lips. He pushed in the tip slightly, hissing at how tight she was. An insufferable warmth grabbing him and pulling him in. He took both of her hands in his, intertwining them above her head. He couldn't help but admire how small she looked under him, tiny hands being swallowed by the grip of his larger ones.

He began to push in, letting out a groan at how tight she was, clenching and unclenching around him frantically. "You okay, bunny?" He asked, checking in at the halfway point. He opened his eyes, looking at her expression surprised to find her deep in her own pleasure, drool dripping down the sides of her mouth.

"S-so big Nev! M-ore more please! Need it." she begged, peaking up at him through weighted lashes. He bit his lip, resisting the urge to drive himself deep into her.

"As much as I want to love, I don't wanna hurt you." he reasoned, leaning down to peck her nose gently, halting the movements in his hips, he was surprised when she leaned up, capturing his for a longer period of time. He took back control, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he savored the of cannabis and ice lollies. He let out a groan of his own, tugging her bottom lip as he pulled away. He watched as she looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"But..I..I..I like it when it hurts!" she said louder than she probably intended. His eyes widened as he sat there, stunned at her words. His little princess saying such dirty things to him? He rammed the rest of his cock in, groaning at the feeling of her tight muscle engulfing him completely. The squeeze was so tight that he barely fit. His eyes traveled down to sight of her hot cream trickling out of him. He chuckled some, looking at her embarrassed expression. "Couldn't help it, feels too good!"

He sped up his movements, hitting his thrust deeper. "What does princess? Use your words." he gazed down at her as she babbled, hot tears rolling down her face as he continued to pound into her abused hole. With each thrust he could feel her stretching open more and more but no matter what, his cock was still far too big.

"C-cock so big! Oh Neville, please! It's too much." she wailed, back arching off the bed as he continued his relentless pace. She let out a chorus of moans, bucking her hips forward slightly to meet his thrust.

"You look so pretty like this baby. Give me one more, one more good one and then I'll stop." he moaned out through her. His moans began to grow frantic along with his sloppy thrust. Gripping both of her hands in one of his, he moved a finger down to rub at her clit, desperate to draw one more out of her. As her eyes rolled to the back of her head, he knew she was wrecked. Shortly after, her high came as she began to flail, moaning and sobbing out for him in a desperate choked out voice.

All of it was too much. Not too long after with a few more rough thrust, Neville came deep inside of her whimpering as he buried her head in her shoulder. He groaned as he collapsed beside her, pulling her close to his chest. As he looked down at her, he felt himself twitch at the sight of her glossed over eyes, cum spilling out of her swollen cunt.

"T-thank you. Can we do that again sometime?" she asked, eyes full of the innocence they always held.

Yeah, Neville may have been fucked but she would be harder.

#brattysblurbs:neville

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Brother Dearest Pt 34

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“James, could you hand me the pliers?” The cold handles should have tapped your hand by now or at least the scent of your fiancé who was just beside you admiring the efforts you were putting into getting their precious record player back up and running to dip into the collection of records. “James?” You asked looking up finding yourself now on your feet back in the barracks of that hospital where you had been forced into pretending to be Eddie’s brother. Onto your feet you stood and turned around seeing the other nurses readying the empty beds and stations for any possible injured soldiers.

The cocking of a pair of guns however turned your head to the words, “Lookie here, a little jack rabbit.” Swallowing dryly you stepped back and in the firing of the guns held by both sneering Bucky in his uniform and Steve in his Captain costume your hands rose from your sides drawing a pair of beds to morph together as a shield with blankets freed. Mattresses were lost to the cold tile floor now coated in the rubble of an explosion. Panting hard your body shivered under the cover of wildly flapping blankets and a heavier weight above the sheets engulfing your head and shoulders the scent of smoke and the distinct aftermath of grenades mingled with still burning flames. Around you walls exploding from the blasts collapsed to the sound of marching and engines soaring above and driving nearer to the smoldering base hospital.

Over that however louder and louder you could hear the sounds of the nurse who had kept such a close watch on you shouting over the engines to the sound of soldiers trying to drag her away, “You have to keep looking! She’s in there! Bunny! Bunny! You have to find her!” The building however collapsed all around you and was reduced to piles of broken glass, split burnt stones and warped metal with none else able to be heard other than those shouts for your rescue.

Finally able to unclench your eyes and above the floor in the kitchen on your floor you found yourself falling underneath your sheets and comforter. Just a foot to the floor at your hands extending flat beneath you in a hover you stopped with the blankets engulfing your panting self trembling in a drop of your knees to hold you. Again you had the dream, ending with those same shouts, though Bucky and Steve were new, yet not unexpected as this was around the time of year you’d crossed paths with your brother at that show. Smoothing your hands over your face the shaking was all the more noticeable to you remembering just why they had given you that medal.

Fifteen nurses in all and yourself, the youngest of the bunch with a single one who had claimed you looked so similar to her baby sister she’d left at home. Her and one other had been found alive once the Germans were through with their sport, both mangled and brutalized like the others both screaming for the soldiers hoping to take them to be healed to stop and find you. They knew what you must be facing if they didn’t, if they couldn’t, and their minds kept imagining more. There was a record you were shown of the details of that inspection of the ruined hospital, what those women suffered, their pleas to have the soldiers keep searching haunting those men as well who had shared accounts with the army Doctors.

A child lost to war imagined dead or enslaved by enemy forces to what terrible end. Two out of fifteen alive left to fear and dread what became of the lost little girl laid in wait until the men were asleep then ended their own suffering with borrowed pistols. Adding themselves to two more pine boxes flown home with daughters unwelcoming for open caskets, a flight delayed when remaining limbs and features taken as inhumane trophies from enemy forces gunned down were discovered and added to the caskets joining the numbers of fallen soldiers.

Among the tasks and photos taken in the separation from the brothers after the return to Canada was one where you had met the parents of the two found nurses who alerted the forces of your imagined fate. Parents who celebrated the news of your discovery among the soldiers with your brother, wounded and promoted to an officer’s rank, a rank the military upheld due to the alternative. Pure glee you weren’t captured, that one of their nurses had survived, a new patch of a historic degree was an easy gift compared to another pine box for a young orphan with no one to receive it. That was your weight, those nurses all honored in their falls as protecting the youngest, telling you to run, a half truth you had upheld remembering that report of their screams. They saved you, that was your gift of kindness for those parents unable to welcome their little girls home safe again. In your purse you kept their pictures gifted to you to never forget the women lost adding to the weight of your good name.

Turned from the bathroom on a midnight trip James in the light from the door eyed the stripped empty bed making him look around the room with heart giving a heavy thud, “Jaqi,” he whispered, “Darling?” unable to crack his voice louder mentally he reached out still feeling you at home asking, “Where’d you go?”

Whimpering back you replied, “In the kitchen,”

“Ki-,” exhaling sharply at your weak tone he hastened to meet you there wondering if you’d gone for tea and if so how you’d managed it with all the sheets so fast. Quiet as he could manage to not startle Venom he went on his toes across the cold floor to the kitchen where once past the sitting room he eyed you rising to your feet in the bundle of sheets and comforter. Hands outstretched to help you up and look you over asking, “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head you said, “I don’t know how I got here.”

“What do you mean?” He asked brushing your curls from your face with hands lowering to circle your coated back drawing you closer to his bare chest. You shook your head, “Had a dream, the one at the hospital,”

“You were making beds when it collapsed again?”

“I,” your head shook and you wet your lips, “I asked you for pliers, I was sitting on a chair that vanished, I thought I was fixing the record player. But guns cocked, and I stood and turned, Bucky and Steve had the guns at me,” his brows fought not to clench feeling your nerves still on edge. “And I pulled beds in front of me, then I heard the nurses shouting to soldiers pulling them away to find me, and I woke up.” Out from the covers your hand pointed upwards lifting his gaze to the shimmering cloud of silver and blue fading, “Falling, from there.”

“That,” his brows furrowed in his shift around you with eyes still aimed upwards, “So,” he huffed shifting to be in front of you again with a comforting place of hands on your shoulders, “You can, teleport.”

“I don’t even know how I did it.” You squeaked out.

“Well, just like your mirroring my claws, that came out in your sleep.”

“Great, so I can teleport myself into the street middle of the night.”

“That won’t happen”

“If you ever wake up cold and alone you’ll know where to find me.”

He scoffed, “Your dream, you moved the beds and what did you think of? Best you can remember?”

“Spoons, I, I wanted spoons.”

Turning his head he smirked nodding his head at the open silverware drawers, “Spoons,” up again his hand moved cupping your cheek shifting your eyes to his, “I love you, come back to bed?” With a nod you leaned into the warm kiss he hoped might calm your trembling. “I’ll help you make the bed up again and I’ll hold you. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think I could forget their faces even without the pictures. I really thought someone might have helped them too.”

James hugged you as you reached the bed having brushed his arms under the covers to pull you into his chest, “We all did. I’m so sorry we weren’t there for that meeting.”

“I knew it would be bad, if I would have been split from Eddie, but, not pieces and trophies. Even animals don’t do that.”

“No they don’t,” he hummed tightening his grip on you.

“Don’t know why I saw the guys there.”

James smirked saying, “Maybe you saw their picture in the library earlier, We all know how much we’d like to see them filled with spoons like screaming porcupines.” Making you giggle and in his pull back move to remake the bed to bring you right back to his arms underneath those same covers pressing a kiss to your forehead in the start of a story of your favorite constellations he used to help lull you back to sleep on bad nights you woke to nightmares.

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“Oof,” into James’ back you bumped in a turn inside your closet making him chuckle in his former try to fashion the bow around your back on the ribbon belt to cover the seam on the waist of the flowing mint dress reaching your knees with ribbon ended sleeves reaching just above the elbow. “Sorry,”

“No apologies,” a couple more slips of the ribbon and he grinned at his work adoring his times in the morning helping you to get ready, kneeling with the bow completed and hands raised to guide your turn to help you into the black heels to match the ribbon he secured. Peppering sweet kisses on each knee tailed by a warm lingering kiss on your lips enabling him to tangle you in his arms again, “Timeless as always, Darling,” his eyes traveled to your loose curls, “Down today?”

“Might just pin a side back,”

“I’ll help you,” That had you giggling and going with him to the bathroom mirror where he claimed your comb to ease the tight curls of yours a bit looser while you found a couple pins.

“This how men were back in your youth?”

Lowly he chuckled humming by your ear in a move to steal a kiss on your cheek, “Back in the days of those corsets and gowns you asked me if I missed, when the servants were scarce it was the husband’s job to assist dressing his wife. Numerous buttons and laces to adjust.” Again he kissed your cheek, “And no, should it cost me time with you no, I wouldn’t wish to return back to that time. I very much enjoy our morning routine. Do you?”

His eyes met yours and smiles spread to your sheepish nod earning another sweet kiss on your cheek, “Very much. What do you think would happen to this time if we would have one in a crib and one on the way?”

Again he chuckled humming, “Babies love schedules. Teddy is a lovely baby, no doubt ours will be just as mellow. I’ll make certain we have our mornings no matter how many munchkins we have.”

“Hmm, what about ten? Even then?”

Chuckling again he turned your chin to plant his lips on yours, “More munchkins the better, then Vic will no doubt be involved. No nannies needed for our little family. Our little morning routines may grow more crowded but I will always spare some time with just you, my Darling.”

“Sometimes I wish I could stop time, stay with you in a little bubble.”

“No you don’t. I know the feeling, but you don’t. And you never want to go back, because you can’t change things, you can’t freeze a moment, because the longer you stay there the more it will hurt.”

“You’re getting that look again,”

Shaking his head he tapped his nose on either side of yours, “We spent decades hiding in our memories. It doesn’t help, only hurts. The most painful thing is when you never said goodbye, never closed that book, almost like you’re trapped even when you try to let go until someone shakes you loose somehow. Change is terrifying, but we’ll be here, and we’ll face it together.” Sweetly he kissed you on the lips melting into the kiss you rose up a bit more to deepen it, then he hummed, “Us and our own little army, joined with however many squishy can supply,” making you giggle softly.

“Am I pushing too hard, with Kitty?”

Shaking his head he cupped your cheek staring sentimentally into your eyes, “He about shoved me off a cliff to be brave enough to hold your hand, and you were the one to demand we date and steal a kiss on top of that. What you might feel as a push is a gentle poke. I think he could have fun with a movie star. Breathe some life in his sails again, he’s already swooning, does favor blondes. Had you hurt his feelings I’d have let you know. So you go on ahead and keep befriending young miss Norma Jeane because her pulse picks up around him. We’ll need some of your magic to pull this mission off.”

You giggled saying, “Young Miss? I can’t be a year older than her.”

Again he kissed your lips, “All the more reason for you to be best friends. Young dears out in this rough city breaking rules and claiming names for yourselves. Need as many allies as you can get.”

Downstairs the doorbell rang and you stole another kiss then turned still in his arms to add your lipstick you blotted to be worn down more to the sound of Eddie’s hurrying to welcome the early guest inside. “She’s early,”

James chuckled claiming your hand for the walk down, “Maybe she’s hungry.” Grinning wider to the sound of footsteps following the racing paws of the dogs going down, “Subtle,” he muttered to you making you giggle again and spot Victor slowing once he reached your floor smoothing his hands over the buttons on his shirt. “Norma must have smelled Eddie’s cooking.”

Victor rumbled back, “I’ll get on the coffee.” You both nodded then grinned to his back following him to the stairs only for him to rumble, “I can feel you smirking.”

“I am merely adoring Olive’s excited waddle,” at the base of that flight of steps he turned for the next and you smiled at him in his brow ticking up at you, “You can’t say it isn’t adorable.”

“You’re plotting something,” he rumbled in the two steps you took closer.

“I’m always plotting something, whoever said I could be the voice of reason in our group of daredevils obviously doesn’t pay attention to my actions. I’m the hot headed one.”

Victor chortled, “You are not hot headed in the least. Mastermind if anything. And you, Pipsqueak, are just getting warmed up.”

“Keep encouraging me and there’s no telling what I may get up to.”

James hummed leaning in to kiss your cheek, “Whole point Darling. Let’s start a revolution.” You rolled your eyes to Victor’s chuckling turn to continue going down the stairs.

“Oh this is just so splendid,” you could hear Norma Jeane saying on her way to the kitchen, “Oh how precious!” Clearly meant for Teddy who Eddie named for her.

Dawn said in the hanging up of a coat, “You look lovely,”

“Thank you, I am terribly sorry for being so early, only they said it might rain later, and I didn’t buy an umbrella,”

You all came into sight turning her around with a grin and eyes darting between you and Victor who nodded his head to her, “Morning Miss Norma, coffee?”

“Ooh, I do enjoy a nice cup of coffee.” She said shifting watching his path to the stove for the water to boil before turning to the ground coffee and the pump contraption he favored using from his travels for a finer cup of coffee you still couldn’t stand the taste of. A much finer job of concocting the brew for the men here as you and Dawn used the boiling water left for your morning tea to go with your juice.

James said, “Well we’ve plenty umbrellas if you need one, tend to hoard them, never can walk away from an umbrella sale.”

Lastly her eyes shifted to the last to speak, her silent friend, grinning as you finally spoke to ask, “Hungry?” Her lips parted as if to protest and you said, “I should warn you, no woman goes hungry here, figures be damned,” making her grin creep wider, “Besides, no telling how long Miss Margaret will keep us on our feet today.”

On her feet she turned accepting your arm looping through hers to guide her to the table where she grinned at being helped into the conversation around her, Eddie grinned pouring the pancakes from the batter he had mixed, “Apparently Dave got these awful tickets to this fight today and I somehow got pulled along.”

James, “How awful we talking?” Setting the table for everyone including Norma not used to seeing guys handle the readying as Dawn continued to feed Teddy.

Eddie, “Apparently the guy is scraping the bottom of the barrel for fights, well under his weight class for his height and now he’s gone and paid for a chance for the third best fighter who has a habit of breaking faces. Fool’s gone and trashed his career before he’s even had one.”

Victor said, “He not eating by choice or for funds?”

Eddie, “Funds, sounds like. Owes some up tops and is trying to scratch up some dough by bumping the match.”

Dawn, “You can’t be serious, he’s paid to fight a high ranked fighter beat him out of a match?”

Victor shook his head, “Got to be a hefty payday for that beating, been there.”

James chortled, “Oh ya, like the time you got paid to track down that mule and came back with a split face.”

Victor turned pumping his tube of coffee saying, “Hey, I would have caught that mule hours earlier if that goose wouldn’t have spooked him. Not any worse than your saying you could find that bear.”

James replied, “I found the bear.”

Victor chortled, “Ya, then we found you butt naked down to your boots the next morning walking back to town,” spreading giggles around the table as James clicked his tongue at his brother trading embarrassing tales of his own in revenge.

James nodded, “Like I said, found the bear.” Looking to Eddie he said, “What’d third chair guy do to be taking bribes to fight?”

Eddie smirked saying, “Took a low punch to the kidneys his last try at a title match and pissed himself.” Drawing chortles from the brothers, “Trying to beef up his reputation.”

Victor nodded replying sarcastically, “Oh ya, fighting an underfed thoroughbred, bound to get him that belt after his bladder purge.”

James, “Don’t know why he feels the need to stoop, hit anyone in the kidneys hard enough they’ll empty their bladder.”

Looking to Norma Jeane you asked, “Have you seen boxing matches before?”

She shook her head, “No, I hear they can be brutal.”

“Only heard about them, and we had two boxers in our troops they liked to share on their favorite fights. One kept bragging about him nearly losing a rib from one.”

Victor chortled, “Oh yes, Tommy was fun, then he got his foot jammed in that storm under a log and was just helpless. So much for those broad shoulders of his.”

Norma Jeane asked, “Do you go to fights often?”

James shook his head, “Not since we were kids. Boxing was a quick hustle to earn some cash.”

Norma Jeane looked the brothers over, “You didn’t want to keep boxing?”

Victor chuckled saying, “You can only take getting hit in the face so many times before a desk job is more appealing. Jimmy’s an Engineer and I’m an Architect.”

James, “Ya, got used to breaking our knuckles in other ways. And when we got punched it was more of a surprise.”

Norma smiled saying, “Wow, you both must have done well back in Canada, out here in New York I can’t imagine anywhere else you could build something.”

Eddie chuckled finishing off the last of the batter, “Oh you’d be surprised how easily people could find room to build. But from what we’ve seen of Canada it’s not so sandwiched. Should see it just miles of green in the spring time, bound to be all golden and red by now.”

“Oh I bet it’s beautiful,” she sighed out, “I grew up mainly in California, not much for seasons near Los Angeles. Even here so far it’s wonderful, when does it start snowing?” She asked excitedly.

Looking to Eddie you said, “November? Late November early December.”

Eddie nodded, “Sounds about right. You planning on being here then?”

In a shrug as he carried the tray of pancakes over she answered, “I don’t rightly know. The company didn’t give me a time to be back, just said to attend some classes. I’m certain if they had something for me to be back for they would call. They know where I am staying, after all they are footing the bill.”

Dawn said, “No doubt if you are still in town Bunny and Eddie could show off the best spots to visit.” Widening her grin.

Food was served out and the conversation continued on all she had plans to do while staying here between her classes a few days a week. Clearing the table was when the bell rang and the guys all led you three to the door with Victor holding Teddy saying, “Have fun ladies. Find something nice.”

James opened the door for you revealing the driver there nodding his head watching as you were helped into your jacket and handed your purse. Eddie helped Dawn pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek after she grabbed her purse from him then he turned with Norma’s coat in hand. She thanked him for help easing it on as James stole a quick kiss from you and joined the guys in watching your group following the driver to the flag bearing car a group of kids had come to crowd around to peek inside. The car was empty and excitedly the kids waved you all off on your way up to Manhattan. Much preferring the subway over this spectacle with pretty much everyone you passed imagining someone from the First Family was inside, a fact proved wrong as Margaret Truman came out of the family apartment and joined you inside with a smile as you all shifted letting her sit between you and Dawn.

“Morning,” she said breaking the silence.

“Sleep well?” you asked and her head tilted slightly.

“Not really, bit of a loud night last night.” She replied.

“Well, Yankees are doing well so far I hear from Eddie. Or at least he heard from the sports desk at the Bugle.”

That had her eyes on you, “We did read those articles about Congressman Farley, he didn’t, we heard he was threatening a woman from Brooklyn, about his son?”

“He tried to, didn’t stay long in our home. I made my point clear to his son who obviously ran to Daddy for some backup.”

She looked you over asking, “The Brooklyn Bugle said his son assaulted a woman at Columbia, and then he went to your house.”

“Brent touched my breast in class and was shown the error of his ways. Following that his father came to our home calling me a whore and tried to threaten us. I didn’t give him much time to explain what threat he was issuing, if he would have me expelled or just to ruin my reputation, I kicked him out and he sped off when he pissed off the block for the slur he kept shouting. I consider the problem dealt with, no need for concern.”

Margaret, “Father was very concerned reading all the differing versions of what had happened. Then he heard Brooklyn, and he knew we had to check on you.”

Smiling at her you replied, “That is very kind. I do happen to be very resilient, not the first time someone has tried to intimidate me.”

Margaret, “No, I can’t imagine it would be.”

“For now, we should focus on the night ahead, on a scale of Coney Island to the Dentist how fun are we talking?”

Her grin inched out again as she giggled out, “Closer to the Dentist. However there is some footage father wanted you to see. Apparently there was a group of directors sent to film different battles and you were in a few. Other than that we will have a lovely meal through talks from various experts. A good few are just dying to get to hear your expert opinion on magnets.”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” you giggled out adding, “More like they want a good argument. Prove me wrong.”

Dawn, “If I can ask why would magnets be a big deal?”

Margaret shrugged, “Oh you never know, inventions and such. That Stark fellow especially might be interested with his flying car.”

Your eyes narrowed a tick as Norma said, “Someone is making a flying car? Oh that sounds complicated.”

“I don’t think magnets would work for that.”

Margaret said, “You never know.”

Norma asked, “How wouldn’t it work?”

“Well, a magnet gets weaker in effect the farther it is from something metallic, so arguably you would still need to be close to the ground or buildings if you manage to get it to climb up buildings too. Even then it could harm the people inside.”

Dawn, “If it fails you mean?”

“Or if it doesn’t, people are essentially magnets themselves, there’s iron in your blood, you put a powerful enough magnet up next to someone it could tear their blood out, stop their hearts, kill their brains which need constant blood flow. Not to mention the effect on their bones from the marrow inside where the blood is created. Arguably you could make a propeller powered platform that the car could hover over but you would be dipping more into aeronautics over magnet power. There would still have to be an engine that wouldn’t be affected by the magnet and fuel with a low enough metal content to not sludge up and clog the pipes.”

Norma Jeane smiled saying, “Wow, and you learned all that in your college classes?”

Looking at her you shook your head, “No, public library. And Eddie used to bring me along to the junkyard before the war, taught me a fair bit on engines.”

Norma Jeane, “How would you build a flying car then?”

To the floor your eyes shifted in thought and you said, “I don’t think we have what I would need. I would probably have to invent what I need first before I could make one. Probably have to have a way to manipulate propellers, but it would need something like a balloon for lift so the air forced out couldn’t hurt other people when it goes to land or take off.”

Dawn cut in saying, “And you would need to think on fuels as well.”

Norma Jeane asked, “Would steam work?”

“Could, though it couldn’t go too high, air gets colder the higher you get and it could freeze even with propellers. Part of how airplanes keep up, oil has a low freezing temperature and the engines pound so hard that it keeps the oil moving. If that was to freeze the engine would stall and fall out of the sky when the propellers stop spinning.”

Dawn, “But if you had a decent insulator for the steam it could work.”

Margaret eyed the street as the car stopped and smiled saying, “We’re here.” The door opened by help of the driver and out you came one at a time with the three behind the First Daughter eyeing the designer shop you had never dreamed of going to before. Two attendants came to open the double doors of the shop surrounded by cameras capturing the latest shopping trip for Margaret.

Inside you went and more attendants flocked to greet your group, all grinning as the doors were locked behind you by the doormen there to ensure the press was kept out. Margaret said, “I am thinking pink,” wandering off with finger aimed to a distant rack taking two attendants with her. The rest split between your group taking a rack at a time. Possible options were shifted to the arms of the attendants.

Each tag making your heart skip a little knowing how each dress you touched could have paid your rent for a year at least with ample for food and utilities. All the same the reminder from the guys had you grabbing a few options while Dawn did the same, choosing colors that might be flattering against yours. Lowly to her and Norma however you muttered, “I am sorry it seems we may be in for a boring night.”

Margaret finally made her way back to your group with a couple racks of choices come to see yours. “Nice choices, ready for the fun part?” She asked guiding you back to the changing rooms where each of you and all together looked over the choices of the others giving comments.

From a few flowing options to tighter ones you seemed to have shared that preference. Though from the mix you ended up choosing the one you thought James might enjoy helping you with the most. Forest green, a bit low in the back below the shoulder blades, sleeveless with a sweetheart top synched at the waist above the extra double layered flap of fabric over your backside and hips adding emphasis to your figure. Almost like an added sleeveless jacket over the skirt, that was simple flaring out at the knee.

Dawn however chose to go with her off the shoulder hugging purple dress to accentuate her figure while she still had it, streamlined to the flare at her knees with a belt around her waist. Off her dress Norma chose a maroon dress with spaghetti traps hugging her perfectly with a slightly tighter skirt than both of yours that she hurried to change out of to inspect the coats on display. While she chose a silk lined white fur coat she squeaked in easing around the hanger of the dress she’d chosen. Dawn’s eyes and hand fell on a white mink shawl she just couldn’t pass on close to a small blanket in size. You however couldn’t pass a grey fox fur shawl shorter than Dawn’s reaching just your waist.

Altogether the price was staggering but with the high profile event a knee weakening half off had you all walking out with a great deal. Norma wrote a check ensuring she’d been given a hefty payday to come and study while keeping up her appearance and wardrobe. For yours and Dawn’s you counted out your bills saved in higher amounts from tips along with some funds withdrawn in case of emergencies when you had hushedly reminded her she’d brought the wrong purse forgetting her checkbook at home. Though for the price anyways she would have needed to have a notice from her bank that Eddie had approved an amount like that for her spending. A plus you imagined for having not married yet, as one day you’d need a signed notice from James to carry in your checkbook he’d soon have full legal control of.

Final total counted out and passed over you smiled to the woman at the register saying, “From my tips and comic book funds.”

The woman gave you a curious smirk, “You read comic books?”

“I own and help design two comic series.”

Margaret sighed out taking hold of her bags, “I wish I had more time to read comics. Father has me focused on fundraisers and charities since the war ended.” Smiling again however she said, “Time for accessories.”

Shoes however surely followed in the next designer shop with purses galore as well to choose from. More attendants came over with ample choices on parade around you all to go with the champagne flutes you were given. Behind Dawn’s back you downed yours after a short while and traded flutes with her making her smirk at your wink allowing her a bit of time to keep the news in family. Half you drained to not have her seen as bubbly crazy with another smiling sip to finish off more of the near gag inducing drink. Shoes however requiring both hands allowed you both to pass over the flutes to inspect a pair closer. Exhaling sharply through a momentary fight not to shiver you caught sight of Norma sneaking another sip of hers she set down to hurry to your side asking about her own choice. “I think these would be lovely.”

“Yes they would.” You said moving to claim your own pair of shoes you surely didn’t need, yet with how hard the attendants were pushing and Margaret’s outright demand that you all had to have special shoes for the occasion. Dark silver pumps matching your fur covering nearly half of the top of your feet snugly in case of steps fitted thanks to the heel of it. Similar in shape to Dawn’s with a strap above the toe of the shoe covering most of the top of her feet in her favorite style in a purple shade to match her dress.

Norma chose red sandal heels and hurried with her hand claiming yours to bring you over to the purses before Margaret could snatch up the best of them. Right off Norma chose a white beaded one with a silver clasp as you eyed a fold over clutch in shimmering velvet the same shade as Dawn’s gown she smiled in accepting once she reached your side, admiring the golden clasp accent on the top flap. Under your arm hers looped and she guided you through to a few choices, on you couldn’t even open until you found a silk forest green clutch with three strips diagonally overlapping across the front, secured with a silver clasp and a golden stringed tassel on the side. “I think this will look good with your dress.”

You nodded peeking inside only to grumble at the price tag making Dawn giggle and say, “You know what James would say.”

“Oh yes I do, and Victor and Eddie, not to mention the Brocks.” She grinned and with bags handed over to attendants you joined Margaret in her inspection of bags, five of which she claimed for her own. Near to a sigh you murmured, “Please slap me if I ever grown that spend happy.”

Smiling at you she whispered back, “The moon would explode first,” luring your grin back out.

The young woman from good standing and good family clearly having no problem with using her position and name to get as much as she wanted burned against everything you stood for. From such harsh beginnings you had vowed never to forget that unending hunger, never to forget what cruelty can come with entitlement of any kind. Above all you had sworn to yourself to be kind, with so much anger and pain tucked away inside of your past you had hoped between bouts of sheer rage at those who were cruel or malicious snapping your final tether of restraint that you could be kind.

Hoarding good or wealth was never your intention, but having some cash on hand was always a benefit especially when you felt the urge to send funds to your cousin or aunt. They had work and ample funds thanks to the Brocks up there, still they were your family and the last of your actual blood. Family was what you were clinging to, perhaps if you could help them succeed and find comfort through their lives this pain from Steve might dwindle, the loss of your parents would never leave but maybe that one word he called you might muffle over time from your memory.

“Bunny,” Dawn muttered and blinking away the mistiness of your prickling eyes you noticed the trembling of the sterling silver lined mirror at your side you stilled with a smile forcing back down that path of mental wandering again.

“Rabbit hole, sorry.” Her hand smoothed along the arm looped in hers.

Softly she asked, “You don’t think Venom would hiss at my coat do you?” That had you giggle behind your lifted hand and she said, “He used to hiss at the mounted heads at my parents’.”

“It was the eyes. Skeptical of marbles, something with his old home. Dangerous to get trapped in.”

“Oh, I suppose I can’t use them for vases then.”

“You can, just glue them down so I can’t break them on accident.” Making her giggle and watch as you smiled and answered one of Margaret’ questions on a pair of bags she was stuck on to go with her new shoes.

With a grin she turned and asked, “Have you decided a major yet?”

“No, though I heard you graduated in the spring with a Bachelor Degree in Arts, well done.”

She smiled, “Yes, thank you. Nearly did not swing it, physical education is a fickle thing. But I passed a swim test and got my credit. Have you signed up for physical education yet?”

“Bowling, next semester, it’s a lawn course and they don’t want to freeze anyone.”

Her lips parted in a widening grin, “My father loves to bowl, keeps talking about building an alley at the White House.” She looked to Norma, who came over with a second bag she was considering, “Have you bowled before?”

Norma, “Bowled, oh, with the pins, no. My foster father talked about taking me when I was young. Always got put off, then the war started. You like to bowl?”

Margaret nodded, “Though I am not as practiced as my father. You, Dawn?”

Dawn chuckled, “Oh, we’re the ones who introduced Bunny and Eddie to it. Our town in Canada has a theater and a bowling alley, big pulls in town, used to make it a bi-weekly thing, have a whole tournament for it. Bunny almost won once.”

You giggled and shook your head, “You are generous, for all my skills in Advanced Mathematics the scoring goes over my head. I needed a split and I lost with a two pin blow against a five pin slammer. I thought my five strikes would have put me ahead but apparently not.” Making the ladies chuckle as you looked at the second purse in Norma’s hand, “Ooh, that’s pretty.”

“I know, pink fake fur, now I just need to find a dress to go with it sometime. My weaknesses, pink and fur.”

“I think mine would be mint, don’t know why, and yellow, I do love a good pop of yellow.”

Dawn asked Margaret, “What are your plans now you’ve graduated?”

She smiled saying, “Singing,”

“Ooh, brave,” you said and she looked at you making you shake your head, “Not against you, I’m terrible with speeches, I can’t imagine singing to strangers. I can manage a lullaby to Teddy or Eddie’s Nephews and Nieces but that’s my line.”

To herself she giggled replying, “I have heard that sentiment often. Though I doubt there will be any expectations beyond me being the best of the best.” She looked you over, “No doubt you were given that weight as well.”

“I doubt anyone expected much from me beyond becoming a housewife. War is over, back home we go.”

Margaret, “One day that will change, perhaps for our daughters.”

“Oh we’ll make it change, whether they like it or not.”

She looked you over asking, “No clue at all for a degree?”

“I was thinking science, maybe math. Just see how far I can get against the current. Apparently Columbia has women requiring a vote to attend graduate courses there.”

“They will vote for you. No doubt about it.”

“Well they’ll have to, I’m going for a Masters, though I will settle for a Doctorate, they will be seeing a great deal of me in the years to come.” Two more bags were rounded up before you all made your ways to the registers where your funds were dwindled even more with the half off bags and shoes. Though to go with the purchases unlike with the gowns the smiling woman behind the counter eased four bottles of Chanel No 5 in their protective boxes into small goody bags joined with a bracelet each, white gold with diamond and grey stones in sideways V’s all around alternating colors to the clasp. With lips parted you watched the boxes they were in closed and added to the goody bag to go with a box of chocolate covered cherry candies.

A call to the security team had Margaret off before her initially offered lunch in her own car while you were all helped into your own car where Norma smiled in dabbing her new fragrance behind her ears making you turn away blinking a few moments for the powerful scent. Certainly distinct, especially the hint of rose and jasmine in there almost had your eyes water. But as you couldn’t bear to wear much past the scent of green apple and honey from your soaps the fate of your bottle was sealed as a gift to Gina and Ambrose, soon to be joined by Dawn’s as the woodier ingredients had her stomach churning. Excitedly home again bags were lifted and with the help of the driver and brothers on the stoop from a walk brought up to be explored as the first of the rain drops began to trickle down.

James’ smile lingered looking you over as if to guess what you had bought, “Have fun?”

“Well, the three of us bought a third of what Miss Margaret bought.”

Victor chuckled and said, “Well she has been on tour recently.”

Lowly to James you whispered, “35 grand, I counted, she dropped without a blink.”

Victor stole a glance your way then focused on the bag that Norma was showing off to him widening his grin at the playful choices before she delved into the shoes available. Dawn crept over saying, “We even got these goody bags, I can’t keep the perfume though. Bit musty,” James looked over the bottle impressed at the elite French brand.

“Eddie’s sisters would love them, was going to send them mine. Anything past soap is-,”

Norma’s squeak had you all looking and grinning at Victor’s near soppy grin at her folding herself in her white mink coat, “Isn’t it just to die for?!”

With a nod he said, “Very chic, certainly will have some heads turning to that alone.” She nipped at her lower lip as he delved more into what he knew on furs.

Though lowly by your ear James hummed, “You bought furs,” using a finger to tug your bag closer making you roll your eyes at his lifting the folding boxes from inside it. The one you tapped he smiled opening and pulling out the grey fox fur shawl. “Now this is wonderful.”

“They had a lot of browns and whites, I liked the grey, and it’s so soft.”

He nodded and smiled at Dawn, “Do we get to peek at yours?”

She nodded and got to showing off her fur and bag and shoes ending with a stolen hug from James in her excitement, surrogate until Eddie got home before her trot off to get Teddy from his pen in the living room fussing from his nap noticing he was alone. Again James chuckled and got to inspecting your shoes and purse, rewarding you with a nice warm kiss and tap of his nose and forehead to yours a moment, “Perfect choices. Do I get to see the dress too?”

“When I hang it up. Thought you might like it, few hints to your old days. Will need help with it.”

“I will love it, you chose it.” Carefully he tucked your things back into their boxes and bags to take up to your room later as you went to go and check on the meal slowly cooking in the kitchen luring him in after you granting beaming Victor and giggling Norma time alone for their chatter to grow.

Pt 35

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A Parent’s Misadventures

So... someone asked and they got a sequel (of some sorts) to Dada?

Enjoy :D

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AO3

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Being a parent had its woes, but if you asked Jason and Marinette, watching their daughter grow up was rewarding, many firsts being the everlasting, heartwarming moments for them.

Her first steps brought tears to their eyes.

Jason was cleaning his bloody gear in the living room, Bridgette playing with her toys when she eyed something even better than the bean-filled water bottle- a knife. 

However, the knife was on the coffee table, higher than what Bridgette can reach… unless she stood up. 

So after six attempts on trying to balance herself, Bridgette stood firmly, noting her father was gawking at her, his mouth opening and closing before he scrambled to grab his phone. 

Hoping it would work, Bridgette placed one foot in front of her, hearing gasps as she almost fell back, but quickly balanced herself. 

It wasn’t hard. She can do this. Taking several steps towards the coffee table, she heard her parents scream and cry as she finally made it to the table, grinning as she got hold of the knife and turned to her parents for appraisal. 

Her parents quickly praised, squishing her cheeks Bridgette noticing their faces pale considerably. 

They ripped the knife away from her hand, Bridgette wondering why they took it away from her and proceeded to cry. 

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Her first friend, a boy named Evan Johnson 

The Johnsons had finished moving in next door, Marinette jumping up and down, excited to finally have a neighbor after the apartment next door being vacant for a whole two years. 

She quickly prepared a quiche, blabbering to Jason how it was a family secret, giggling when she told Jason he couldn’t have some and watched as he and their daughter pouted in unison. 

Of course, that pout turned into a frown when Marinette dragged him to help welcome their neighbors, a nice couple from New York. 

Maya and Kyle had recently obtained a new scoop at Gotham, having to move Gotham to get it. 

However, seeing as the two couldn’t find a sitter nor relatives who can watch over Evan, they brought him along, worried to death about his safety. 

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Marinette stated, cutting up the quiche. “You’re in the luckiest place in Gotham. No crimes here in two years.” 

“Because you made sure- hey!” Jason yelped when Mari slapped his hand as he reached for a piece. 

“The Johnson’s first.” Mari growled, something in the corner of her eye catching her attention. “Is Evan still learning to walk?” 

“Yes! Even though he knows how to balance himself perfectly-“ Kyle started

“He still hasn’t quite got the confidence to walk on his own.” Maya ended.

“Well,” Mari pointed towards the kitchen doorway, the four adults turning to see Bridgette guiding Evan, holding his hand. 

Mari stifled a snort when she saw Jason narrow his eyes and grumble something under his breath. 

“His first steps!” Maya and Kyle rejoiced, Mari smiling as she watched them fish for their cameras, praising their little tyke. 

“Look at these-“

“I bet we were like that when Bridgette learned to walk.” Mari said softly, relaxing into Jason’s arm. Resting his head against Mari’s, Jason sighed. 

“I bet we were… with the exception of panicking because she had a knife in her hand.”

“Well she only got it because someone thought cleaning blood covered equipment at the coffee table was a good idea.”

“Listen, there was a table. All my equipment needed cleaning. You were cooking at the kitchen table. Where else did you expect me to clean?”

Mari raised a brow. Jason gulped. 

“You could’ve cleaned them outside.”

“And risk getting caught?”

“Since when did you care about that?” Jason opened and closed his mouth to fight back, but nothing came out. “I thought so.”

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Her first pet -courtesy of Uncle Damian- a Doberman Bridgette had named Bunny.

Bunny was an energetic one year old girl, but three-year old Bridgette didn’t care 

“Bridgette honey, Bunny isn’t a horse.”

“But I fit.” Bridgette reasoned, laying on top of Bunny, who simply let the child be. The tiny human was a walking heat pack after all.

“Damian, thank you for the gift.” Jason said, ruffling Damian’s hair. He wondered if he should ask Damian about any dog trainers to train Bunny into becoming a guard dog.

“Bridgette said she wanted a dog, so of course I complied with her wish.” Damian said, smiling as his niece decided to close her eyes for a quick nap.

“Damian, you’re spoiling her.”

“Mari has a point.” Jason grinned, Mari narrowing her eyes even more. “Does the animal shelter you fund have any rottweilers or pitbulls up for adoption?”

“Let me check.”

“DAMIAN. YOU BETTER NOT-”

“We do and they’re currently on their way.” Damian said with a smirk, a smirk that easily rivaled Jason’s own.

“Mon Dieu.” Mari cried, dragging her hands down her face.

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But one of the things Marinette and Jason both wanted and yet didn’t want was that dreadful first phone call from school.

Marinette was in the middle of a consultation, already wrapping it up with her client when her two phones started to ring simultaneously.

Apologizing and quickly shoo-ing the client away, Mari picked both phones up, having her personal phone on speaker while she held the other one close to her ear. As soon as she heard Jason speaking on her private phone, she quickly told him to be silent for a while when her business phone started to speak.

“Is this Miss Todd’s number?”

“Speaking.”

“I apologize for disrupting your busy schedule-”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you, but I still do apologize for your first phone call from your daughter’s school to be about… this.”

Now worried, Marinette quickly starts packing her things, muttering a few words to Jason before making handwritten notes for her secretary, giving it to her as she left.

“Did something happen to Bridgette? Mon Dieu! Is she okay?”

“She is, but the other child isn’t.” A scream was heard in the background, causing Marinette to quicken her walk towards the elevator. “Can you please come to the school as soon as you can?”

“Of course! I’ll be there in 15 minutes!”

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Jason howled with laughter, Marinette flushed with embarrassment, slapping Jason’s arm in hopes of calming him down, but it had the opposite effect. His howls grew louder.

“I-I see… so that’s what happened.” Marinette said quietly, wondering where they went wrong… or rather right...

“We know that it was an accident and apologies were exchanged, but we want to prevent this from happening again in the future.”

“Of course, Madam Daichi.” Marinette got up and bowed, gesturing Jason to do the same. “We’ll talk with Bridgette to prevent this from happening again.”

With that, the two parents left the principal’s office, picking up Bridgette from her classroom along the way.

“We’re going to have a long talk Catherine.”

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“So Bridgette, did you really punch Olwin square on his jaw?” Jason asked sternly, Bridgette fidgeting under her father’s gaze.

The trip home was quiet, Bridgette possibly able to hear one of her mother’s sewing needles if they dared drop inside the car. Not a single word was uttered as they made their way to her room.

“I didn’t mean to, but he didn’t want to lend Petunia the paint brush and he even pushed her. So I punched him.” Bridgette pursed her lips, retraining herself from crying, baring the stinging of her eyes. “I’m going to be grounded, aren’t I?”

Jason’s attitude quickly flipped, picking up his daughter, spinning her around, laughing as he did. Bridgette was left dumbfounded at her father’s behavior. Didn’t she do something wrong?

“That’s my girl!” Jason praised, putting Bridgette down, ruffling her hair. “Your form was great! Really proud of you!”

“Jason!” Marinette cried out, standing next to him with her arms crossed. Jason sheepishly smiled, yelping when Mari pinched his arm. “You weren’t suppose to talk about her stance. Yes it was perfect but we didn’t teach her to punch properly if she was going to punch a classmate.”

“But Maman! Olwin-”

“Bridgette. Catherine. Todd.” Marinette sternly said, enunciating each name. “Yes, he did something wrong, but that was not the way to handle it.”

“So what did you want me to do?”

“Speak up.” Mari said softly, wrapping her arms around her girl, feeling Bridgette do the same. “You could’ve gotten a teacher to help you mon chou. That’s what they are there for. To help.”

“What if that didn’t work.”

“That’s when you take it upon yourself to act.” Marinette said, gently pushing Bridgette away from her, noticing tears stream down her cheeks.” Promise me you’ll talk with a teacher first before you decide to punch another child again.”

“I promise.”

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Oh how Marinette wished to have made Bridgette also promise to not talk about her side job as well as Jason’s.

“-so it caused us a great amount of concern when we saw her drawing.”

“I understand.” Marinette said, looking at the picture in her hands. Oh how she wanted to curl up and stay hidden forever. 

There on the white sheet of paper was Jason and Marinetter, or should she say RED HOOD and LADYBIRD!

Oh mon Dieu! 

“So why exactly did Bridgette say-”

“My husband and I helped out a close friend of ours with a short film in regards to the two vigilantes of Gotham.” Marinette said in one breath, giving the principal a smile. “I think you’ve heard of him, Nino Lahiffe?”

“That’s right!” The principal said, clapping her hands together. “He did mention making a film with Red Hood and Ladybird as his next project!”

“That’s right!” Marinette said through her teeth, glad that Lady Luck hadn’t left her side. “He needed to someone to do a quick visual for his project and seeing as he needed help, we offered him our help, so-”

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After giving Bridgette an earful as to why she couldn’t talk about their jobs as vigilantes to her friends, Marinette and Jason had to leave to go to ‘work.’

Tying up the criminal with zip-ties, Ladybird let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong this time mon lutin?” Red Hood asked, throwing the other criminal over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Do you think I went too far on Bridgette?” 

“Of course not.” Red Hood said, noticing that his words had no effect on her. “Okay, maybe a little.”

“But she can’t speak about this.” Ladybird motioned to her getup, to her black leather jacket and all black spandex suit. Five red dots laid on her chest. The mark of the ladybug Jason called them. “We can’t make her a target for the criminals of Gotham.”

“I know sweetheart.” Red Hood said softly, nudging his helmet against her forehead. “But Bridgette doesn’t need to be sheltered and protected like some fragile jewel. She’s strong. She can protect herself. She has us, the rest of my family, ready to have her back if anything were to happen to her.”

Ladybird let out a sigh, a small smile gracing her lips. 

“You’re right. We’ll always protect her.”

“Always.” Red Hood repeated, hauling the criminal Ladybird had tied up onto his other shoulder. “Though, you have to admit, Cathy talking about us as her heroes was kinda cool.”

“You mean adorable.” Ladybird corrected, smiling at the thought. He was right. Bridgette thought they were heroes. She loved them. They were her heroes

“Now come on. We have a tiny robin awaiting us back at the nest.”

With a nod, the duo disappeared into the night, not being able to bare another second away from their robin. 

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What happened earlier that day...

Bridgette watched a shadow loom over her, already knowing who it was. With a grin she looked up at her teacher.

“What did you draw Bridgette?” 

“My family!” Bridgette said with a smile, the teacher giving her a nervous laugh. Why was one of her ‘parents’ drawn with what appeared to be guns at each of their sides? And why did the other figure have a person under their foot?

“I-Is that so?” 

“Yeah!” Bridgette smiled even more as she intensified the red on her father’s drawing, but shortly stopped. Was there something wrong with the picture of her parents?

Sure, they don’t look the same, but they were still the same people, with or without the masks. 

They kept her safe, they kept others safe.

They protected everyone in Gotham…what was wrong with that?

“Who are they supposed to be?” Olwin scoffed, looking at her drawing with disgust. Standing up in annoyance, Bridgette lifted her drawing into the air, catching the attention of her classmates.

“This is the drawing of my parents! They’re my heroes! I love them a lot!” She smiled when her classmates ‘ooed’ and ‘awed’ at her drawing. “After tucking me into bed, they become your heroes too!”

“W-what do you mean by that sweetie?” The teacher asked, only to be ignored by the tiny girl.

“Do they fight bad guys?”

“You bet they do! They go pow!” Brigette said, punching into the air, making Olwin flinch. “And bam! The bad guys never cross them twice! Maman and Papa are too strong to be taken down!”

Her classmates cheered and made a racket with their toys, the teacher attempting to calm them down, but to no avail.

“Do they have cool powers?”

“No, but Maman uses her very,very,  heavy -hundred times heavy- yo-yo and knocks their fu- frogging lights off.” Bridgette exclaims, quickly remembering what happened when her mom caught her saying something her dad usually says. “Papa has these really, really quiet guns that when he goes pew, pew, it’s really hard to hear them. But that makes the bad guys super scared of him and they shi- slip on their own pee-pee and run away!”

Oh god. She almost cursed again. She will not suffer through that punishment ever again. Ever.

The teacher began to panic when a cult started to form in her classroom, the children cheering as Bridgette continued to answer questions, the teacher finally deciding to call for backup.

Oh how Bridgette wished she kept quiet about her parent’s hero jobs.

Little did she know she knew she was going to get an earful from her mother that evening and have to clean her neighbor’s apartment as punishment. 

And no, she wasn’t referring to Evan’s house. She was talking about Mr. Perri’s apartment… 

Mr.Perri… the many with two rooms filled to the brim with insects from all around the world…

Insects that terrified the shit out of her…

Oh how Bridgette wished she didn’t let Olwin get under her skin… if only she kept that secret to herself.

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#maribat #jasonette #anju writes #marinette needs to teach bridgette to keep secrets

[dinfeanoriel]

Missing Legend Pt. IV

Linked Universe belongs to Jojo56830 and Linked Universe!  Part IV of my Missing Legend series! Coming close to the end...maybe. 

Please enjoy! And remember, I own nothing but my writing. 

~~~~~~~

“Another fruitless day spent searching vainly and we find nothing!” Warrior threw down his pack and sword in frustration, cerulean eyes swirling with worry and disheartment. The Knight slumped down onto a log, dropping his head into his hands. His hair fell from their once pristine placement and curtained his face from view, “Nothing,” He echoed in a quiet whisper. 

Wind looked even more downtrodden and miserable as the days passed, slowly morphing into a week since Legend’s vanishing. There was a sadness and fear in his expressive and once bright eyes that didn’t belong there. The young sailor dragged his feet to where Warrior sat, lowering himself to the ground and curling up against the older Hero. 

Warrior heaved a sigh and tried to gather himself together for Wind’s sake, but it was getting harder for him to stay calm and collected. They’d been searching for six days and hadn’t found a single thing! Nothing to tell them whether or not Legend was okay or if he were alive. 

The shred of hope he’d been clinging to was slowly dwindling. He shook his head, banishing his thoughts and wrapped an arm around Wind, drawing him close. 

Four sat across from them, face devoid of any emotion other than the faint crease between his brows as they drew together. His back was bent, hands dangling from his knees as his troubled and blank stare bored into the flickering campfire. He’d been struggling to remain optimistic. With each new day, he’d tried to believe they would find Legend...only for their search to end in failure. 

Sky was beginning to look discouraged. He’d already set up his bedroll and rolled onto his side so his back now faced everyone. It was disconcerting to see the change that gradually crept over him. He was a soft-spoken, kindhearted, and pleasant soul who was never without a content smile on his lips and a warm gleam in his eyes. 

Until now. 

Hyrule had gone silent. He was ordinarily a quiet person, but never this quiet. Legend’s disappearance had affected him greatly. He’d fallen deep into himself and could be found sitting at the base of a crooked tree. One knee was bent with an arm draped across it and his head was bowed. The fire cast an ambient orange-red glow on his shadowed form, accentuating the melancholy and gloominess evident in his features, and enshrouding the rest in shadow. 

Twilight was on a log adjacent to Time, back turned on the camp and face forward. Every night, he could be found watching the forest, as if he expected Legend to come waltzing out from within. They knew he wouldn’t, but they sometimes foolishly hoped he would. The Ordonian’s expression was grim, lips pursed tightly together. He was a man of few words, but lately, he’d become a man of no words. He still spoke when necessary, but that was only when giving commands or leading expeditions. Nothing more. At night, he became still and silent. 

Time’s expression was more grave than usual. He didn’t want to say it aloud, although he knew all Heroes were thinking it, but six days and no sign of Legend? This bode ill. It implied a darker and more sinister fate for their friend. Time latched onto the sliver of hope that this wasn’t so. That Legend wasn’t dead. His heart constantly warred with his reasonable mind. The conflict within him was expressed in all other Links. The Leader had his hands folded underneath his chin, elbows digging into his knees as he stared off into the distance. 

Hylia, if Legend yet lives, please...lead us to him...

Wild was grimly cooking something over the fire. He hardly made a sound. He had an arm wrapped tightly around Skittles, taking comfort from the bunny. He stared, unseeing, into the boiling pot, mind far away and heart heavy. He’d never thought he would miss Legend’s sarcasm and wit. His quick comebacks and snarks. 

But he did. 

Everyone did. 

They would give anything to hear his voice again! 

He heaved a silent sigh, turning to fetch his pack. He needed more spice for the meal he had planned. Wild flicked open the flap and dug throughout the pack precariously balanced on the log next to him. The contents within the bag shifted and became heavier in the front, causing the pack to become overbalanced and spill all over the ground. 

The sound startled all of the Heroes from their thoughts and they looked to see Wild muttering and hurriedly grabbing the rolling bottles and runaway herbs. 

From deep within the pack, an orb tumbled forth. All eyes were drawn to it when it flared up in the firelight. 

“What is that?” Wind couldn’t help but ask when it rolled and bounced off Time’s boot. The elder Hero picked it up and pinched it between two fingers. 

Wild shrugged, “Not sure. Sky and I found it when we were looking for Legend.” 

Four blinked in shock and shot upright in disbelief, “It’s a Moon Pearl!” 

Time and the other Links turned to him, curious. No one saw the way Skittles had frozen and how his gaze was riveted to the Pearl in shock and dismay. 

“Moon Pearl?” Time repeated in question. 

“What’s a Moon Pearl?” Warrior asked. 

Four paused, lips sealing shut. This only served to intrigue the Heroes. The smaller Link considered for a moment then slowly replied, 

“They’re...They’re rare gems. Special, but incredibly rare.” 

Time’s eye narrowed. Four was keeping something from them. 

“And what do these gems do?” He pressed. 

Four shrugged, “On my adventure, they helped me find where I needed to go.” Another vague response. 

Time frowned but didn’t ask for more clarification, for which Four was grateful. 

“I’m surprised you even found one.” He remarked to Wild and Sky, “I didn’t think they existed here.” And his gaze drifted to the still Skittles in Wild’s arms. He followed the rabbit’s line of sight to the Pearl then back...

And that was when it hit him. It took sheer willpower not to react or jolt in surprise, but the unimaginable wave of relief that flooded over him freed him from the clutches of fear and worry. 

He barely heard Wild’s reply. 

Green! 

I know, Red. 

He was with us all along?! 

Vio was definitely rolling his eyes at Blue’s enraged outburst. 

Wild noted the intensity in which Time was studying the Moon Pearl. He turned it this way and that, appraising it very much the same way Wild had when he first discovered it. 

“You can keep it if you want,” He said to Time, “I don’t really have any use for it.” 

Time hummed. He didn’t know why, but he felt a great need to hold onto it, “I think I will...” 

Skittles all but deflated when Time tucked it into his pack. 

~~~~~~~

That night, the Heroes fell into another uneasy sleep. Skittles remained wide awake, however. His eyes would often wander over to where Time was and to the pack next to him, but he didn’t dare go for it. He couldn’t risk it. 

Not while there were eight Heroes surrounding him. 

Why, oh, why couldn’t anything be easy for once? 

He gave as best a sigh he could given his form. This night, Skittles had chosen to stick close to Hyrule. Due to his animal senses, Skittles could feel the conflicting and overwhelming emotions Hyrule kept bottled within. He hoped his presence might serve to lessen it. Sometime during the night, Hyrule had grabbed hold of him, and so he was now cradled against his chest, fingers digging into his fur. 

Twilight was on watch. 

Or, he had been. He’d vanished into the forest and never returned. 

Wolfie appeared and sat in the exact spot Twilight had been in, keen blue eyes watching the shadows. 

Skittles could have rolled his eyes if the atmosphere had been any lighter. It was heavy with foreboding and sorrow. Worry and fear. Multiple bungled emotions and conflicted thoughts that it threatened to suffocate the poor animal. 

He couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty. 

A couple of hours passed when a whimper broke the heavy silence. Skittles picked his head up off Hyrule’s arm and looked to see Wind shifting in his bedroll. He tossed and turned, brow creased, and face twisted in pain, grief, and agony. 

Wolfie rumbled low in his throat, lifting himself from his crouched position but Skittles stopped him, 

“Wait!” 

Wolfie started in surprise, head whipping in Skittles direction as the rabbit freed himself from Hyrule’s hold and quietly hopped across. 

This was the first time Skittles had actually spoken to him! Wolfie could not overcome his shock. 

Wind whimpered again and when the animals looked, their sensitive hearts ached to see the tears slipping down his cheeks. The sailor freed his hand from his blankets, stretching as if reaching out to someone. 

“Legend...” 

Guilt slammed into Skittles like a sledgehammer. He needed to fix this. And he needed to fix it soon. But how? If Legend came back and Skittles disappeared...they’d be devastated. But if Skittles remained and Legend never appeared...

He was conflicted. The rabbit shoved his personal feelings on the matter back and hopped to Wind’s side. He gently pawed at the youngest Hero’s cheek, urging him to wake. 

“No...Please...” Wind’s breath hitched and a strangled sob broke from him. It physically pained Skittles to hear. “Legend..!” 

Skittles planted both paws on Wind’s creased cheek, batting and pushing. Wind still did not wake, and so, Skittles decided he needed to go to the extreme. He hunched back onto his heels, prepping himself, and jumped. 

He landed right on Wind’s chest, startling the Hero awake. Wind bolted upright with a small cry of, 

“Legend!”  

His chest heaved as gasping sobs shook his shoulders. Wind’s eyes, blurred by tears, flicked down to see a pink blob in his lap. He wiped his sleeve across his eyes and sniffed. 

“Skittles...” he hoarsely whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around the rabbit and crushing him to his chest. “Thanks f-for waking m-me...” He sniffled again, glancing up momentarily when Wolfie materialized at his side and sat down. “Sorry...” He apologized, earning a bop on his nose from Skittles and a nudge from Wolfie’s snout. He grinned weakly. The gesture withered immediately afterward. “I had...I had such a horrible nightmare.” He told them, rubbing at his face. 

“Legend was dying...and he was all alone...” A choked sound erupted from Wind and he buried his face into Skittles’s fur. “Th-there was n-no one with h-him...It was so dark...And I could see him. I c-could hear him...But h-he couldn’t h-hear me...” Wind muffled his cries, missing the sad look entering Wolfie’s eyes. The great beast nosed Wind’s cheek. He rumbled softly. 

Wind lifted his head and furiously wiped at his eyes. 

“I’m just...I’m just scared. What if...What if we don’t find Legend? What if...What if he is dead?” He hiccuped. “Or...what if we change worlds and Legend’s trapped here?” 

It was the unspoken fear among the Heroes, and Wind had finally voiced it aloud. 

Wolfie growled comfortingly. 

That won’t happen. 

Skittles pawed at Wind’s tear-stained face in reassurance. 

All this pain, fear, and sadness. The worry, stress, and frustration. 

He’d done this. 

He’d watched the change that overcame each Hero with every passing day. He’d sensed their emotions, their feelings, and heard some of them during the night. 

And now, Wind was having night terrors of his worst fears coming true. 

Wind managed a weak smile, exhaling shakily. 

“I hope we find him...” He looked to Skittles and Wolfie, “Do you think we will?” 

Both animals dipped their heads with a certainty. 

Wind was comforted. He started to recline back when Wolfie swiftly moved behind him so the boy was resting against him. Wind was grateful. The wolf’s presence helped to soothe him and his troubled heart and mind greatly. He nestled against the great beast, curling around Skittles. 

“Thanks, Wolfie...” He whispered with a yawn. He peered down at Skittles sleepily, “You’ll stay with me tonight, Skittles..?” 

Skittled clucked in affirmative and made himself comfortable. 

And so, with his two animal friends close by, Wind was able to drift off into a sleep undisturbed by nightmares for the rest of the night. 

Wolfie sighed and pillowed his head on his paws. 

Will we find Legend..? He expelled a deep breath. 

You will. Skittles quietly answered. The response made Wolfie glance back at him in faint surprise.

That’s twice now that you’ve spoken. He inclined his head, studying the rabbit. Skittles bristled, pointedly looking away from him. 

Don’t get used to it. 

Wolfie snorted quietly. 

Thank you. 

Skittles huffed and settled down for the night. 

You’re welcome.

~~~~~~~

The dawn came much too early for Skittles liking. He stirred when he heard a faint rustling sound and blearily looked to see who had dared to disturb his rest. The glare mingled with his weariness would have been amusing if anyone had been awake to see it. 

Wolfie was carefully trying to slip himself from underneath Wind, trying not to jostle the slumbering boy. 

What are you doing? Skittles griped, voice heavy laden with sleep. 

Wolfie paused, blinked, then faced him. 

Moving. 

And we’re sleeping, so if you don’t mind, move later. 

I can’t. 

Skittles growled, fixing the stupid wolf with a fierce glower, And why ever not? 

Wolfie rolled his eyes. 

Because, I was supposed to be on watch. And I need to make my rounds. 

Skittles released a world-weary sigh, waving a paw at the wolf. 

Fine, go. It’s your fault I’m awake now. 

Wolfie finally managed to free himself with Skittles help. The bunny had gently lowered Wind’s head to the ground, bundling up a blanket and slipping it beneath the Hero so he wasn’t resting on the cold, hard, ground. 

For all your grumpiness and griping, you truly are a kind and caring friend. 

Skittles grumbled. 

Not many would agree with you. Boy, his voice sure sounded warped when in animal-form. He was thankful for it, however. Now, off with you, mutt. He waved Wolfie away. 

Mutt?! 

Skittles expected Wolfie to leave and complete his rounds before everyone would awaken. He expected the wolf to trot away and check to ensure there were no monsters anywhere near camp. 

What he hadn’t expected, was for the great beast to suddenly transform. 

Into a Hylian. 

A very familiar Hylian. 

Poor Skittles was so taken aback by shock and disbelief from the unexpectedness of it all that he fell off his perch on a rock and crashed painfully onto the soil below. Twilight quickly leaped forward and snatched the unfortunate and stunned rabbit off the unforgiving ground. 

“Sorry, Skittles,” Twilight apologized, drawing the rabbit up so they were looking eye-to-eye, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Oh, he’d made a grave mistake. And Skittles would ensure he paid for it. 

The Hero gave a startled and pained cry when Skittles recovered himself enough to punch his eye with a strength no rabbit should have. 

The slumbering Heroes littered about camp jolted awake at the sound, some instinctively whipping out their swords or reaching for their weapons. 

“What? What is it?” Warrior demanded, leaping to his feet in a split second. He had remarkable response time. They supposed it was to be expected. 

Wild whipped his head round to look at Twilight in worry. “What’s wrong, Twi?” He demanded, scrambling to his feet. He gave pause when he saw a crumpled Skittles lying at Twilight’s feet and said Hylian rubbing at his throbbing eye with a scowl. 

“Twilight?” Came Time’s calm voice. Four brushed his hair back from his face, settling back when he realized there were no monsters to be found or any other danger to be seen. Wind was sitting upright in his bedroll, confused and still a little drowsy. 

Sky lowered his Master Sword and frowned curiously at the Ordonian who was muttering darkly under his breath. Skittles quickly gathered himself together and stood, clucking and growling fiercely at the Hylian. He even shook his paws as he practically chewed him out. 

The sight was quite comical. 

Hyrule blinked, quirking an eyebrow at the furious rabbit. His fur stood on end as the bunny bristled and continued on with his rant. 

How he wished they could understand what he was saying. 

“Your precious Skittles punched my eye, Wild,” Twilight growled, covering the right side of his pinched face. He kept his eye shut. That rabbit sure hadn’t shown him any mercy. 

Wild promptly fixed him with a look, “You must have done something to deserve it.” 

Twilight sputtered. The betrayal! 

Time chuckled to himself while the other Heroes snickered. Wild wandered over and picked up the still fuming rabbit into his arms. He smoothed the fur along his back and pat his head a couple of times. 

“There, there, Skittles,” The Hero soothed. The rabbit kept his dark glare fixed on Twilight, growling menacingly. The look rivaled that of Time’s disapproving eye! 

“Wow, Twi, whatever did you do?” Warrior curiously asked when Skittles turned his head away and hooked his chin solidly on Wild’s shoulder, glowering. 

“You’ve made him maaaad!” Wind sang with a giggle. 

Twilight made to answer, the words on the tip of his tongue but he quickly caught himself. Clearing his throat and flashing Skittles a look of his own, he groused, “I may or may not have stepped on his tail.” 

Skittles whipped around in Wild’s hold, a terrifying and deep growl tearing from him as he bit at Twilight. It was easy to tell what he was saying this time, 

I will never forgive you! 

“Note to self,” They heard Sky murmuring, “Never get on Skittles’ bad side.” 

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[modestlyabsurd]

Survival (Loki x Reader)

Shlap!

Snow dust falls from the target area - Loki's back.

After all, he said you needed to work on  your throwing aim. What better way to practice than with an endless supply of harmless snowballs?

Harmlessness, you soon realized, depends on the person throwing the snowball. The velocity can vary depending on a person's strength and accuracy as well as the density of the -

SMACK!

- snow.

You wiped off the bitter cold dust from your face, checking for blood at the same time, whilst struggling not to laugh out loud and possibly cause an avalanche. Damn, he's a good aim. Gravity wasn't even on his side, as you stood a good fifty feet above him on a hill.

Your hill was tiny compared to the black, shadowy mountains with white tips in the distance. They contrasted beautifully against the pale blue sky, a color scheme surely created by a celestial artist.

Nature was the only place left that housed art like this.

The snow had let up that morning. The first time since arriving to the little abandoned cabin that the visibility had improved enough to go outside. You and Loki were dangerously low on food at the worst time of year, leaving no choice but to trudge through roughly 18 inches of snow to find more. Your chances were slim, but possible.

It had to be possible.

Luckily the snowball firing hadn't dampened your clothes. Loki's jacket - that he'd miraculously managed to keep up with throughout this mess - was holding up like brand new.

You'd only had one winter coat, the one you're wearing now, which he'd refused to the death to take or even share. One day in the previous summer while scavenging what used to've been an old folks' home, you found various medicines, and he found himself a good quality coat for the winter. Dark blue windbreaker material with thermal lining, a hood, a zipper, and large black buttons all the way up. One button was violently ripped off, but that didn't bother him a bit.

Your matching water-resistant snow pants were coming in great handy as well. Thin but effective.

You and Loki both had cut your hair short. Safer, easier to care for. Normally you thought it looked pretty rough, but you reconsider after seeing how the black fringe frames his features against the bleak, white canvas. The little snowflakes sprinkled throughout it. The pinkness of his skin. Loki might as well have been a piece of art himself, but you'd never tell him that.

You finger-whistle to him as an acknowledgement of his superior throwing skills. He has never been able to do that; no matter how hard he tries, nothing but pathetic raspberries come out.

He finds your whistling ability both annoying and incredibly sexy.

As he crouches to gather another snowball, desperately, you remember something basic. You fall to your knees, hold your breath, and roll down the hill before he can strike again.

When you land perfectly at his feet - in a fit of laughter - Loki is at a loss for words. "Can't," you giggle, "can't hit a moving target!"

"You've paid attention, I see," he says in a balanced voice although his face betrays him. He's nearly laughing himself.

Getting up from the snow is much harder than falling and rolling into it, even with the help of Loki's extended arm. You're dizzy, you're giggly, you're happy. You fall into Loki and nearly knock him over on twinkle toes.

His emotions confuse him, especially in these dire straits the realms are in, so he chooses to ignore them as much as possible. But in times like this, with you being so infectiously exuberant and being in his arms, you make that very hard.

He feigns indifference while his heart is soaring.

"Whew! I have always wanted to do that!" The high from spinning so much is amazing.

"You're such a child."

"I may be a child, but you're a - "

"Shh!" Loki's withdraws his hands as his attention quickly diverts over your shoulder.

You draw your pistol. He draws his crossbow.

He begins walking very slowly to make as little noise as is possible with the crunching of snow. You begin to follow.

A hand juts out, his palm pressing your stomach. A silent way of saying "Stay back."

You obey, but peek around his tall frame. A thin tree sits alone, its few limbs weighted down with snow. Loki inched closer to the base of the tree with his crossbow ready to fire on a dime. Dead silence. Another step closer. You desperately try to see what he sees.

Shadows and broken limbs. Snow. You see a bit of red. You step to the side of Loki, holding a breath in your chest. You see a pool of red.

He goes painfully closer to inspect the scene while you scan his six o'clock. Nothing but perfectly undisturbed hills of snow for miles and miles.

"Dinner."

You cut your head toward him. "Huh?"

He's crouched in front of the tree's base. He looks up at you, wide eyed, a few teeth peeking from dark red lips in a small smile.

He stands and raises a massive three foot long gray rabbit by its ears. "Dinner, my dear."

You stared at the monstrously sized rabbit hanging from Loki's hand for a good minute. Its wound was through the side of the head; a kill shot.

Not your kill.

"We didn't hunt that, Loki! We can't steal it!" You whisper-yelled.

"I'm not stealing it," he says calmly, "I found it. Perhaps another animal caused his demise."

"Loki, no."

"What? Are you saying that this doesn't look appetizing to you at all? At your rate, we stole the cabin as well." He's stepping out from beneath the small tree. A blood stain lays atop snow in the shadows.

"That's different. Someone else killed this. Recently! The blood's still flowing! He hasn't been out here long!"

"I didn't hear any gunfire. Did you?"

It had been dead silent in these mountains ever since you arrived. "Well, no. Could've been a stab wound or an arrow," you paused, trying to formulate a better explanation. Nothing came. Loki was already trekking back toward the cabin; the dead, slowly bleeding gray rabbit in hand. His gloves are going to need washing.

He wasn't really giving you a choice. When it came down to it, you were both really hungry. "Wait a minute."

"Yes?" He stopped and turned halfway toward you, leg cocked out to balance himself.

You swallowed. "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that that thing is five times bigger than normal?"

Loki lifted and twirled the rabbit a bit to examine it. It hung limply from his fist, eyes open, jaw dropped, big front teeth bloodied.

"Probably just a large breed."

"Something isn't right, Loki. It doesn't look right." You looked at it further, "Its eyes look blind. And its coat doesn't look healthy."

"Always the overthinker," Loki smirked. "Have you not seen the people we've encountered? They make this look like a pet store rabbit. Everyone is going to have some degree of mange about them, especially the animals." He furrows his brow, "I mean, darling, have you seen a mirror as of late?"

That earned him a nice punch to the ribs.

Doubled over, faking most of the pain, he croaked, "My brittle bones. Cruel, cruel woman."

You shared a laugh. A sharp cutting gust of wind encouraged you to finally give in to his persuasion, so you started again to the cabin.

It wasn't far away, you two had only ventured maybe fifty yards out. If the owners were still alive, you would likely still be trespassing. Now, none of that mattered. No more property line disputes, no fences, no parcels of land. No distinction. Just survival. Just free, open Earth - if you can find some without monsters.

Fifty yards seemed like a hell of a lot more when walking in shin-deep snow all the way. Loki seemed to have no problems, what with his spider length legs and genetic strength and acclamation to extreme temperatures. But he had to be hungry.

No matter what he says about his superior Asgardian metabolism, you knew he hadn't eaten in over a week. You could see the effects taking their slow but sure toll on his body; his already thin build became much more skeletal and gaunt, elbows and hip bones sticking out more than they should. He'd been sleeping long hours over the last couple nights even though you hadn't done much running or hiding. You didn't know a lot of the specific biology of Asgardians or Jötuns, but common sense says it all.

Any food you came across - be it sparse as it was - Loki would give to you, claiming that your weak body needed to replenish its energy. That he didn't need more sustainance just yet. The last time this happened was four days ago when you began nearing the end of your stock; he assured you with a charming glint in his eye that he was fine and that you were the one growing weak.

Such a liar.

The same concern for you had reappeared in him that morning, causing you to wander out scavenging for the first time since arriving to this new place. And anyone else would be ecstatic about finding game out here, much less not even having to use your own ammo to kill it. Being who you are, something still didn't sit right.

The rabbit resembled more of a small dog in size. You couldn't stop staring at it as Loki adjusted his grip from carrying it by the ears to holding it by a front leg. A much too long leg.

"How much do you think that thing weighs anyway?"

"Oh, he's not heavy."

"It sure looks heavy."

"Why don't you have a go?" he gestured for you to hold it.

Your fists curled against your chest. "I don't want to."

"What?" he feigned shock, "The ever so tough monster killing machine that you've become is afraid of touching a dead bunny? Come on, then."

"No, I really don't - "

The rabbit was thrown upon yout chest. Out of normal habit, your arms tried to catch the thing that was thrown at them; it took a couple seconds for your eyes to catch up to the situation at hand: that fucking bloody rabbit. You ropped it to the snowy ground with a lifeless flop.

"Just a few pounds, wouldn't you say?" said Loki, barely trying to hide his mischievous grin.

"A few pounds hell! That thing weighs at least twenty pounds!" You said, brushing off scraggly gray hairs from your jacket. "Pick it up, asshole."

He bent to gently grab it off the snow, clear green eyes looking up at you, "Now now, no name calling."

"No throwing dead shit at me."

He laughed a real laugh. "Fair enough."

You eventually made it back to the wooden door of the log cabin, damn fucking rabbit in hand. You and Loki were torn on whether to leave it outside for sanitary reasons, or to bring it inside to avoid drawing unwanted attention with the smell of fresh kill. You naturally vouched to leave it outside.

Loki compromised, that he would skin and clean the rabbit inside, but cook it outside. You didn't like every aspect of that.

"There's no telling what it's been into out here. I don't really want to bring whatever that may be - Loki." Your eyes cut to the rabbit in his hand.

"Loki!"

The presumed dead animal moved. Its mouth opened wider. Its eyes grew whiter.

Loki dropped the animal like a hot frying pan. It started snarling, unnatural sharp teeth baring wildly. Squirming on its back, helplessly injured, but very much alive. Your pistols were pointed.

"What?" breathed Loki.

"It's fucking infected."

"How? Animals cannot be infected with human disease," he said in more of a question than a statement.

"Clearly they can! I told you something wasn't right!" Loki stepped toward the screeching creature that was maybe at one time a rabbit.

"Back up!" It lunged for his ankle. "What the fuck are you doing? Shoot it!"

For some reason you both seemed to be paralyzed with something along the lines of fear. Both of your guns were drawn, pointed, fingers on the triggers, but couldn't pull it.

It lunged for you next.

A scream.

Loki shot twice. He hit the spine. But it didn't die. It only flinched in pain.

You shot it directly between its nasty evil eyes.

It fell over. No more screeching or snarling. Its face was frozen in time. More blood, now black rather than red, seeped from the wound.

You took a single step closer to examine the animal once more. Tired of taking chances. You stomped its head with the heel of your boot.

Eight times.

"It's gone, dear! It's gone!" Loki's desperate voice and hands pull you from your rage. You hadn't felt the trails of hot tears down your cheeks until he held your face against his chest. "It's gone. It's gone. It's alright," he repeated into your ear.

The sounds of his coos, your ugly, raw sobs, and the ruthless howl of winter wind consumed everything. You knew something was wrong, you knew it. But frankly, you're too weak now to argue that point.

You still don't have enough food.

#loki x reader #loki imagine #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki #thor #thor odinson #thor ragnarok #mcu #the avengers #avengers x reader #marvel imagine #tom hiddleston #au #post apocalyptic #can you tell i love the walking dead #the game not the show #and the last of us #based on a dream i had #i have the best dreams #modestlyabsurd

[zebraslovescupcakestoo]

The Visit of Bendy De Mon.

In our little two-bedroom home on the suburbs of California, it was a nice afternoon day of April showers. The sound of the rain drops hitting on the windows calms me as I worked on the animation drawings in my personal art studio.

If anyone haven't guessed who I am, apart from my name alone, I'm Mickey 'Mouse' Disney. Yes I know, I'm that 'famous' poster boy for my father's animation studio and our company.

Many people would think why would I live here in this 'humble' house when my 'actual' home in in the higher class neighborhood? Simple, I'm working from the bottom to the top to earn my position. It was my choice to do so.

But that's a story for another time, I can tell you for now however, I'm not like the others who had their parents paved the road for them to get whatever they want.

I picked up my red pen and I continued my drawing of a dalmatian puppy. At least one OF them. I was reading a kids novel book on 'The hundred and one Dalmatians' one time at the book store to see if I can animate more stories to life. I really loved the story of what Dodie Smith have wrote and I believed it can work as a movie animation. When I personally called her, she was thrilled to hear me and shrieked when I wanted to meet her in person. We had brunch at a very nice cafe while we talked about negotiations on the permission to make her novel into a movie. I wanted to assure her that we will put her name in the credits and that we can still 'own' the animation. She told me she was delighted when I said that. Not to mentioned that her other novels are also good like 'I capture a castle.'

We had a pretty good meeting and I was very happy that I granted her permission to used her story in our animation. I tried to make most of it by my own two hands because of how much our spending goes with other animation projects like 'Sleeping Beauty.' If I can prove to my peers and my seniors that I can become a great animator like my father and the others, maybe I might take over our animation someday.

But for now, I must work hard to make it happened.

I then heard some metals clanged and someone I knew very well cussed in his Chinese dialogue. I put down my pen and went to see him if he's hurt. I opened the door and I see my big brother picking up some empty cans. It must mean that sound I've just heard means he might have dropped them when he carried a bit more than usual.

“You know, you could have ask me to help.” I told him. He tsked as he was picking up the empty. “Aren't you busy with your dalmatians project?”

“Not when someone needed help. Here, I'll carry this in your workshop.” I said as I held some of it and carried them to his personal work shop at the end of the hall.

That person I was talking to was my big brother, Oswald 'Lucky Rabit' Disney. He's actually my half brother, but I don't care even if it is true and he's always has my back just like I always have his since we were little. He's a really good mechanic, a mixed martial art expert, and many more talented guy even I cant barely compete! I wish people would see his as himself instead of him being related to either me or our father... I admit that sometimes I got that too when my father was mentioned, but my brother got it a bit harder than me.

But at least some people have started to recognized him as himself!

I put down the empty cans on an available table that wasn't cluttered. “Oswald, mine might not be the best example of 'tidying' his own project room, but you might considered to organized your tools and parts in a bin or boxes. Do you need my help to find some and organized?”

He gave me his usual serious, poker face and responded. “Whenever I did let you help me, You'd get either confused with the monkey wrench sizes, getting tangled in the wires, mix up oil with ink, misplaced some bolts and then had 'completely' forgotten where it go.” He pointed out my past mistakes and put his along with mine.

I sighed at that. “I was just trying to help you getting more organized and save you some time on searching what you needed instead of rummaging this pile of metals. Speaking of which, are those gonna be the paint bombs or smoke?”

“Which ever you made recently. It would be best to stock up as much as we can if ever 'you know who' started to act up suspicious again.” He grabbed his gloves and goggles to put them on so that he can get started on them. I quickly got back to my studio and grabbed a big jar of my 'special' paint I personally made myself. If you're a bit confused, let me explained on what I can tell you now.

Me and my brothers aren't JUST an animator and a mechanic... we have our 'other' identity when there's trouble... but for now, I cannot say more than I should. I entered back in his workshop and placed my 'special' homemade paint at the center of the table. We then hear some sort of a long car honking noise and some tire screeching outside of our place. We looked at each other and we can tell from our expression and our gut feeling that it might be someone we would NOT expect on a day like this. He immediately took off his goggles and gloves while I took my 'special' paint, hid it in a green barrel, covered it with some metal sheet of paper and then covered it again with a stained table cloth. I hurried to my studio to hid my sketches of the dalmatians and the book in my hidden safe behind a framed picture I've made of the characters we were named after. I then rushed down stairs and looked through our living room to see who it was.

I noticed an expensive black and white car model of an Alvis speed twenty SD drophead coupe. I only knew one person who can afford and own this type of car. It was obviously written on his license plate: Bendy De Mon.

Oswald yelled from the kitchen. “What the heck does that bèndàn want from us now?”

“SHHH! Oswald! He might hear you!” I hushed him and scolded.

“He doesn't understand Chinese, remember? Now keep him busy while I 'had' to prepared something.” He fired back.

Even if we don't like him very much, it's not polite to say rude things in that person's presence. Bendy might not be one of those people that I wish would be a bit more nicer, but I need to be on my best behavior.

Our 'friend' had sounded our doorbell and I took a deep breath to calm myself. It's just a visit, right?

I went to opened the door, but then he flung it and nearly hit me when I did.

“Nickel Mousey!” Bendy exclaimed with his personal 'grand' entry. He was wearing a mauve fedora with a black ribbon and a turquoise brooch. He had a mauve vest that was covered by a big, black fur coat that covered from his neck to almost his sock level. He also had his best black and white Stacey Adam’s shoes. He was also holding a dark grey cigarette stick like the ones some of he high society uses to look even 'dignified.'

“Why Bendy Dr- De Mon. What an unexpected surprise. I didn't know you were in California today.” I politely greeted him. “How are you today? I hope the weather didn't spoil your mood.”

He then started to talk like one of those high class tones.“Oh, I'm miserable, dear squeakers. Perfectly wretched! I was fine with the weather but I had to stop by at your father's small potatoes of a studio just to see you and the other bunny. I just 'had' to meet you two at least once in a while aside from whenever I 'visit' your deconstructed amusement park.” He puffed out a smoke and it's scent spread the whole living room. That scent... I really don't want to.

“I'm sorry that we took a day off and that our new amusement park had a few unfinished rides that needed to be either get finished or fixing. But we're doing the best we can and I hope you didn't had a hard time finding us.” I tried to explained him, but he was sort of busy looking around, passed by me and said. “Yes, yes. There's always some excuses. Now where's your studio?” He then demanded as he went upstairs quickly. Doesn't he knew he can take his shoes off here? I followed him as quickly as I could and I joined him in my personal art studio, rummaging and making a bit of a mess in my 'used to be' organized art supply. “Where are they? Where are they?” He demanded as he rummage through my papers. “For devil's sakes, where is it?” He raised his voice.

“Where is what?” I confusedly asked. He came up to me and furiously said. “Your 'secret' project! Don't you dare play games with me this time, Swiss cheese! I heard it from one of your slaves back at that puny excuse of a studio. You were doing some sort of a animation movie separate from the one that the others are working on.”

He heard that? Gosh! I had to think of something to distract him from it. “I really don't have anything new.” I tried to get him out of there. “You mean about this room? I would expect at least a 'dignified' painting instead of that lame @ss cartoon picture of that stupid mouse and rabbit over there.” He pointed out. “I'm sorry if not everyone liked the idea to have a chandelier hanging from his or her office like you do. We have some-” He cuts me off as he rudely pushed me aside. “Yes yes, some small break I needed after what I saw in here. Too much 'cutesie' for me, banana shoes Mickey's pants.” He went out and descended back downstairs as I followed.

God, please lend me your patience.

He looked around the living room again but this time, he took his time. “Seriously Micks, why on earth did you gave up that free position of the head company just to do grunt work? You could have lived in a much grander mansion instead of this 'bearable' shack.” He puffed another smoke from his cigarette holder.

“My old home is very nice, but I would rather earn it rather than gave it to me. Besides, there are some kind seniors I wanted to be approved too. COUGH!” Bendy puffed another smoke in front of my face.

“My dear, naive, stupid, cheese friend. If you want to be on top of the world, you need to do anything necessary for what you want. Nobody will be like you or your fairy tales rip offs. That 'humble' image of a garbage can you put yourself up will not cut it with me and other who wanna be like me around in this business.” He lectured me. “Just look at the way you're dressed today. White rolled up shirt. A red tie, suspenders with yellow buttons attached to your large red carpi pants or shorts, and are those socks? My my, I completely 'forgot' to take off mine when I came in with 'excitement.'” He devilishly smiled. “Too bad I only stepped in water today.”

“Bendy, aren't you a bit too warm to wear that black fur coat? That looks expensive too.” Didn't you have two others already?

“It's a gift from my one true love, dear mousey. He hunted a big black bear on one weekend with a friend of ours. Killed it with his own bare hands and he skinned it. I had to ask my personal tailor to made it just for me, but I 'kindly' reminded him to leave that 'bloody' scent.” He took a good whiff and widely smiled like he was in love. He always had that odd fascinations with pain and blood. “Asides from women, isn't there any 'dignified' man in this wretched  world who doesn't?” He then settles down on the double couch.

“Well I admit, it does look nice, but I'm sure there are many other things-”

“Sweet, simple Mickey. Hahaha! I know, I know!”  He then hit the coffee table in front of him with his two feet as a resting stool.

He opened his arms wide. “This 'humble' horrid little outhouse is the REAL Disney castle.” He laugh it off. Then my brother came in to the room with a tray of tea set for three and three cupcakes I've made this morning. Did I forgot to mentioned that I can bake pastries in one of my spare time? I enjoyed doing so and I even shared with my co-workers too to help with our team morality!

He grinned maliciously at my brother as he settles it down in the centre of us, smacking his shoes to get them out of the way. “I wondered where was the better half went. Is that a hipster jacket from that new 'rock 'n' roll' upstart singer, Elvis Presley?” Oswald just rolled his eyes and lifted up, but he then got horrified when Bendy groped his butt. “Did you worked out even more recently, or is that just your normal body part that YOUR mother gave ya? It started to look nice, juicy and tempting.” My brother did not have a lot of patience with his harassment towards him and he shows it by attempting to smash his face into the wall with his karate kick. It was so fast that I barely saw it to react. He dented a mark on the wall, but Bendy has ducked it just in time. “Oooooh! You even got good strong legs. Very useful...” He playfully taunted. I immediately broke them up. “Guys, please. No fighting in this house. Oswald, thank you for the snacks, you can sit down over where I was.” He growled and glared at Bendy, but he did as I suggested.

“Would you like my triple chocolate cupcake? I've made them today.” I handed it out to him because it was one of his favorites when we were teenagers and hang out a lot. He made a scorned expression while he took one last puff before me crushed his cigarette in the cupcake I tried to offer. “If it's after twenty minutes fresh from the oven, it's thrash like those stupid cartoons shorts you've made.”

I was a little hurt on the inside, but I tried hard not to be upset as I settled down the now ruined cupcake. “But Bendy, don't you like it even if it wasn't?”

“When you want to make it big in this world, you need to make crucial choices. The right product and marketing makes ALL the differences. Besides, I now like them that way.” He playfully twirled with his cigarette holder with his right hand and rested his chin on his left hand.

“But they're still good even if it was. Why are you being mean to us lately? You weren't like that back then.” I tried to get to the bottom of his saltiness towards us and maybe the image he keeps putting up.

“I'm just telling the basic facts as a 'friend.' You're as soft as ever, unlike your half brother...” He looked at Oswald again with malicious intent as he looked back with a glare, saying 'don't you even think about it, devil shrimp.' look.

“I wondered what else he's hiding underneath those rags... He's actually not that bad looking for a half Chinese. I wondered if I can make him 'dropped' his poker face 'mask' when I'm 'toying' with him...” He whispered to himself. I froze up. Excuse me?!

I tried to offer some tea to forget from what I just heard. “Won't you have some green tea at least?” He got up and then started to head out. “I wish I could stay and 'tolerate,' but I already have my reservation at a more 'refined' restaurant in a couple of hours and the waiting line is horrid. However, before I leave and forget, I will be sitting next to you two at the Oscar award next month. I wanted to have the closest seat to the carpet for when I received the award.”

“But Bendy, Nobody knows who will win this year yet.” I tried to tell him, but he ignored. “Now, don't forget to dress differently this time! I don't like to be seen with a pair of 'common' folks. See you next time, Dorkly Brothers.” He said as he exited the living room and slammed the door. We watched him as he got back in his luxurious car and then speeds off. I sighed and flopped on the double couch.

“What a 'pleasant' surprise HE was!” My brother crossed his arms. “I'm sorry that you had to put up with him because of me.” I apologized to him.

I already knew that he and Bendy have started to hate each other. Well, my brother hated him actually. Bendy has that weird method of taunting... But not in a good way.

“It's not your fault and you shouldn't apologized for him.” He pointed out. “One of these days he'll get what he REALLY deserves.”

“I just wish I knew how he changed so much since then. Sure, he used to be a bit of a trickster, but we still stick together like best friends... Do you think... it's because of the wealth and fame that came in for him?” He did started to act pridefully and snobbish after he took over the Joey Drew Studio the Third. I wondered if I did the same choice as he did with his father's company... Would I be no different from him?

“I can tell from your expression of your face that you were thinking about the choices you would have made.” I looked at my brother in surprised expression. “How can you tell?”

“I known you more than half your life, remember? Even if we grow older, you're still that same cheerful kid who wanted to bring joy to the world. You and Bendy are NOTHING alike.” He tried to cheer me up.

“Thanks Oswald.” I smiled a bit.“Can you opened the windows a bit? I can still smell Bendy's cigarette smokes.”

He opened slightly the window so that there's some fresh April shower scent can cover all of that cigarette's. “Speaking of smokes, how's that quitting therapy?” He asked about my health.

“I'm doing great so far. I've already confessed only to you a few months ago, but since we discovered about our dad's health, I've only had two. But now, I found a new way to ease my smoking craving whenever I was really depressed. Bubble gum!” I reached in my pocket to grab one, but I haven't found it. Maybe it was in the other one? Nope.

He got up and walked next to me. He handed out one of my bubble gum. “And here I was thinking you had a sugar craving again.”I grabbed it and pouted. “I still remembered to eat healthy and brush my teeth, ya know?”

He chuckled. “That's because I keep reminded ya, now, I think I'll throw this one into the garbage since we don't want to poison the birds with his cigarette.” He took out the cupcake I've tried to offered to Bendy earlier and went to the kitchen.

I looked at the hole in the wall from his attempt earlier. This will be a evening project that can wait on Monday... Luckily it's not a big patch job like last time Bendy was here....

“Do you mind to just sweep up his cigarette's ashes? I'll do the mopping after.” He asked me.

“Sure! Mind if I play that record you've bought the other day? That Jailhouse Rock song?” I asked for his permission to used one of his music. I heard it the other day and caught him singing and doing those dance moves... Did you know that my brother had a really wonderful vocals and dance moves? He should try it on the stage! It was amazing!

“Why ask my permission? Just play it!” He agreeably yelled from the kitchen.

I set it up, placed the needle and I let it play as we started to clean up from this afternoon visit. And you know what? I was feeling better already that I didn't needed my bubble gum.

The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing

Let's rock everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

THE END.

----- Author’s Notes:

I did a two day writing for the one year anniversary of the BBTIM blog.

This little parallel but plausible story was based from the 101 Dalmatians scene where Cruella made her first appearance in the movie. I did some fun facts I’ve added in the story like I got from the Wiki and stuff.

I know I’ve wrote it in Mickey’s point of view, but I wanted to explained Bendy’s plausible behavior toward one of his chief animating competitors, despite they might be the same age and used to be friends. Plausibly.

Bendy's high class attitude and Boris' looks reminded me so much like Cruella De Vil when combined. Guess why I picked this story board.

I hope you enjoy my little side story, dear users.

BBTIM Characters Bendy, Mickey and Oswald belong to Marini4.

#bendy before the ink machine #bendy #Mickey Mouse #mickey #oswald the lucky rabbit #oswald #fanfiction #marini4

[t3hwh1t3p4nth3r]

Hello! I was going through old photos and had an idea for an ask. I imagined that Erwin is a kindergarten teacher, and that his students would be the members of the 104th squad. One day, Erwin gets called away for something urgent, and can't book a substitute teacher in time, so he begs Levi to look after his students for a day, to which Levi begrudgingly agrees. And then hilarity ensues. I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a ficlet featuring this and tiny versions of the 104th? Thanks!

“Levi, please. I really need your help with this.”

Levi frowned at Erwin, not happy about his work in the office being disrupted by this stupid request. 

Erwin continued. “There’s only 12 of them Levi. And two of them won’t cause any trouble at all. In fact, they’re the class helper’s this week.”

“Why don’t you just call in your usual replacement?”

“Mike has the flu. And no one else can do it on such short notice.”

“Principal Shadis will-”

“I’ve already cleared it with him. He thinks it’s a great idea.” Their was a smirk on the large man’s lips that Levi didn’t care for. 

He was cornered. He had no more arguments as to why he shouldn’t substitute for Erwin for the rest of the day. Why did superintendent Pixis always have to call a meeting with Erwin in the middle of the Goddamn day? He couldn’t wait an hour or two?

Levi sighed, filing what he was working on. “What all is left for the day?”

Erwin smiled, clearly pleased with his victory. “They’re all at lunch right now. Then they’ll have recess. We’ve done all the learning practice they need to do today, so the second half of class will be mostly recreational. There’s story time, kid writing, and a game to help teach cooperation. If there’s still time after all that, then they can just have some free play time or can do arts and crafts.”

Levi nodded, sighing lightly again. “Fine. I’m sure I can manage that much. Do they know that you’re leaving for the rest of the day?”

“Yes. I told them before lunch that they would have a new teacher to make friends with for the rest of class time. I also told Armin and Christa to be the best little helpers they can.”

“Great. Well, how hard can it be?”

———–

Inside room 104, Levi would learn the answer to the question.

It was quite the feat to get them all to settle down after they came in. They were still bounding with energy. Levi had hoped they’d work more of that out at recess. 

He had introduced himself and written his name on the whiteboard. Apparently “Mr. Ackerman” was still a bit tricky for some of them to say. Some got it, but most called him either Mr. Ackam or just Mr. Man. He didn’t really mind too much. 

He imagined it must be pretty easy for Erwin to get and hold their attention. They must think he’s one of the giants from their story books. He managed to hold their attention when they realized he could carry them all pretty easily. It just became a little difficult to move with 10 children hanging on him. Armin and Christa, his classroom helpers, hadn’t joined the others. That didn’t stop them from giggling as they followed Levi to the story time area. 

Levi breathed a sigh of relief when they all sat down in a semi-circle in front of him. He sat on the floor too. The story they read was all about learning the different animals. Naturally, all of the animals could speak. And all the toddlers wanted Levi to give them different voices. He did so, to their seemingly unending amusement. 

“Ok,” he thought. “Made it pretty well through the first task on the list…”

Levi closed the book and looked to the two little blondes beside him. “So, what’s next?”

Armin was the one to speak. It seemed that Christa was a bit shy. “We’re apposed ta draw pitchers an write our own stories now.”

Levi nodded, standing up. “Alright. You heard him. Time to draw and write your own stories.”

A boy with slightly messy brown hair raised his hand. Not that he waited to be called on. “Mr. Man! What are we apposed to write about?”

Levi looked at the boy, covered in dirt from recess and baring a few minor scratches. “What’s your name?”

“Eren.”

“Well, Eren, what do YOU think would be fun to write about?”

“Aminals!” The others nodded, apparently agreeing. 

“I think that’s a good idea. How about you all draw and write about your favorite animals, then?”

They all got up and ran around, eventually settling in their seats as Levi got out the paper and crayons. He did have to break up a small fight between Mikasa and Annie. They had started shouting and pushing. Levi had picked them up and held them apart, trying to get to the bottom of the issue. Marco, a little boy freckles, had explained that they both wanted to sit beside Eren. He sighed lightly, setting them down and pulling up another chair to the table, beside Eren. 

“There. Now you can both sit by Eren. Better?”

The two girls continued to pout a bit, but they did sit down and start drawing. 

Drawing went pretty smoothly after that, though he did have to keep stopping a little girl named Sasha from trying to eat the crayons. 

Levi walked between the tables as they worked. Occasionally there’d be a call for him or he’d feel a little tug on the leg of his pants. They were all eager to show off their work. 

He could work out what most of them were. Christa had drawn a green butterfly, though she had actually labelled it “buttfly”. Armin had drawn a “dofin” and Levi had to admit that it was pretty good for a four year old. Dolphin’s are hard to draw. A boy with two-toned hair named Jean had drawn a “hores”, which got a small chuckle from Levi. Reiner, who was definitely the tankiest kid in the bunch, had drawn a bear. It basically looked like an angry Teddy Bear with long claws. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t figure out what the hell Eren had drawn. He showed off the picture before he had written anything down, so Levi had no clue. He still offered the same “That’s very good” that he had given everyone else. 

When he checked what Mikasa had done, he saw that it was very similar to Eren’s “masterpiece”. Marco was drawing what looked like a bunny, but he was only about halfway done with it, drawing his lines carefully. Connie and Sasha had ignored the prompt completely. Sasha was drawing her favorite foods and Connie was drawing a superhero. Whatever. They were behaving and at least doing the right task, so Levi wasn’t going to complain. Annie had drawn an owl and was showing it to Bert, who had drawn a mouse. They showed Levi their work together, which the man found a bit ironic given their choices. They were pretty good though. 

When everyone was done, they hung their work from a string with clothespins. 

“Still not too bad,” Levi thought. 

The cooperation game went really smoothly too. There were a few rough patches in the beginning,but once everyone was clear on the objectives and the rules, it worked out. 

“This isn’t so hard… Erwin made it sound like this would be hard…” He was thinking. 

Once he announced that they were done with everything they had planned for the day, though, all Hell broke loose. The noise level in the room increased drastically and he quickly found himself running around to prevent disasters. 

He barely got a little smock on Eren before he started aggressively finger-painting; he had to separate Mikasa and Annie again since they had started wrestling on the ground while his back was turned; he had to stop a similar incident between Ymir and Reiner and explain that Ymir should be willing to let Reiner play with her and Christa; Sasha was eating paste but, thankfully, it was at least non-toxic; Connie was making an absolute mess with glitter and macaroni; Eren had given up on painting and was instead trying to climb one of the shelving units, leaving little paint handprints all over it; Levi had pulled him down and told him to go play with Jean and Marco instead. 

It all seemed like a blur.

While he was cleaning the paint from the shelf before it dried, Eren threw a block at Jean. The corner hit him in the arm and he started crying. Levi had to clean him up, get him a bandaid, and kiss the boo-boo to make it all better. He then gave Eren a time out, reminding Eren that it isn’t nice to throw things at people. 

“But he was being a meanie!”

“That may be true, but just because someone is a meanie doesn’t mean you get to throw shit at them.”

Eren gasped at him, pointing. “You said a bad word!!!”

Levi paused a moment, realizing his error. “Yes, I did. You’re right. It is a bad word. Which you should never repeat.”

Levi spent probably an hour cleaning up after the kids had gone home. “How do such little monsters make such a big mess?”

————

Erwin came into Levi’s office again the next day. 

“No way, Erwin. I’m not being a zookeeper again.”

The man shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I just had an interesting story to tell you.” His smirk didn’t bode well. “Eren taught the others an interesting new word today.”

Levi sighed. “Shit…”

“That’d be the one.”

(Hope you liked it. Sorry, this one was also a little long)

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