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courage-a-word-of-justice · 4 years

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Iruma-kun 10

That mascot is still around to annoy poor Kalego, huh? (LOL) I also noticed the demonstration demons have horns like oni.

Oh no! This means Azz-Azz is a prime target for Iruma!

(I was going to write something. Then I got so engrossed in the action, I forgot to…)

LOL, Sabro’s too heavy for Team A to lift!

Oh, Iruma’s hair isn’t tied anymore…

“…pruning this cactus.” – Does Eggie-sensei like plants?

Ooh, the first double-parter ever for this show, I think it is.

Shinchou Yuusha 9

Apparently ep 10 got delayed…*sigh*

LOL, thre’s product placement for a certain ice cream brand in this episode, huh?

Can we not with the boob grope???

*Rista takes care of Mash and Elulu* - Rista’s such a mom sometimes…

Stars Align 9

This one scene with Nao looks really blue…it’s almost unsettling.

Oh dear…I understand the sentiment of an inferiority complex all too well.

Dr Stone 22

Now we’re back to good ol’ science vs. survival of the fittest philosophy clash. Now, see, that’s the Dr Stone I like best!

Torricelli’s law.

Why is mica like baumkuchen? Probably because it has a lot of layers…

Wow, for WSJ – which encouraged fangirls all over the world to make yaoi/shonen ai ships – they sure tossed out the yaoi/shonen ai option real fast…

Skarn. I’ve never heard of it until now.

Magma, staring at the product of magma…LOL.

I…don’t get it. Even after watching the bit again, I don’t understand why Magma was trying to save Senku.

So…as is said for most WSJ series, the treasure was the friends we made along the way…LOL, what a way to acknowledge a trope.

Lemme guess…surprise birthday party? (Sorry, when I was reading up on Magma earlier, I saw that Magma helps with a birthday surprise for Senku and I found out what it was.)

I wonder if Rei is still up there at this point…? (Who’s Rei? You’ll find out if you read the Byakuya reboot…)

Well, “Rock Day” only works in Japanese. The language would’ve drifted over thousands of years so it shouldn’t work in the year 5731 (or whatever year Dr Stone is set).

Dr Stone 23

One episode until the end…but I’m away over Christmas, so I’ll have quite a bit to catch up on when I’m back. Update: I never did end up going away over Christmas.

Senku is much more of a trickster hero than an action hero. That’s been pretty obvious all the way through, but here it’s at its most obvious.

Oh, so Kaseki made the village bridge? Is that a correct assumption…? Update: I think the answer was yes from the manga.

How much chemistry does Gen know, anyway? Assuming he’s a humanities person because of psychology and his tricks, it must only be basic, right?

Thse intense stares…I’ve been reading JJBA: DiU lately, so I’m expecting an 80s-style “!!” to appear over someone’s head at this point, LOL.

Ooh, hardware. In fact, it looks like the inside of a computer…or, more relevant to this case, a phone.

So it’s not “rules are rules” anymore? Now Kinro’s changed his words to reflect his faith in Senku…hmm! Interesting! (Update: A quick google says Kinro is 18. Senku is about 18 (+ 3700 years). Plus, after they start dragging Ginro away, Kinro says his trademark line.)

Wouldn’t the coal smoke alert Tsukasa of the village’s location, though…? Then again, thanks to Homura and Hyouga, Tsukasa already knows their location…oops.

Rochelle salt.

I saw that one shot of the world from the 1st OP and I thought there was meant to be a post-credits segment…LOL, nope.

Dr Stone 24 (FINAL)

The “acquisition message” basically said “We didn’t (just) need one cell phone, (so) it was useless!” Notably, it uses the counter for large items (like computers) for the phone.

Having finished the Byakuya reboot now, I wanna cry every time I hear about the guy…

Oh! The eyecatch is a record!

Basically, what records do is that they recreate sounds by using vibrations created by the grooves of the disc. Sound is a set of vibrations.

“Astronauts are science elites…” – Except maybe Lillian Weinberg…

I like Shamil out of the guys from the Soyuz the most. He’s a cross between Tsukasa and Senku. Stoic yet skeptical, a voice of reason for Byakuya’s sillier outbursts.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the shield was made with CGI, tbh.

Byakuya’s humour here is betraying the emotional capacity of the scene…it’s gone from “100% tear-inducing” to “confusing”.

Please sing Tsubasa wo Kudasai, Lillian…*crosses fingers*

I didn’t get what I wanted, but oh well. This song is good too. (I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the record player was CGI too. It’s good CGI for sure.)

LOL, Puyo Puyo! Even Sherlock Holmes! Dragon Ball, Nintendo Switch, VR, Saiyuki! It’s like a treasure trove of references!

Normally the s2 announcement comes after the credits, so I was thrown for a loop when it was announced before the ED…anyways, this is the end of the s1 coverage. See you for s2!

BnHA 72

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Iruma-kun 11

Robin looks like Iruma…(this vaguely annoys me.)

I noticed Keroli (sp?) is in the back left, alone…that’s kinda sad.

Sabro is hella tall…even taller than Azz-kun, and that says something.

Ah…I love Eggie-sensei. He’s so funny!

Really? I thought Sullivan wrote them (the rules).

I wanna see an episode where Eggie-sensei can’t turn into his fuzzy form and has to do familiar activities with Iruma. That, or an episode where Eggie-sensei has some human parts and some familiar ones (although that would scare some little kids, I think…)

What a Machiavellian mindset Eggie-sensei has!

Iruma’s got wine, people! Underage drinking is a no-no! (partially joking)

Good on ya, Clara! Go kick those girls to the kerb!

The butterflies are so beautiful in this show!

So basically school clubs.

Hmm…it’s almost a Fordist approach. I mean, “freeing yourself up to do other things” is basically the entire ethos of that.

NGL 10

I was reading JJBA: DiU today and Colt seriously looks like a Jojo’s character…

“Your face is just like…”

N-No way! You mean, the Victor Mary’s wanted to see all along…is the other gunhead…?! Geesh, what a plot twist!

Stars Align 10

“We all play to win.” – That’s very Maki of you, Maki.

Shinjo/Oshimi???? That must be Ryoma…! By the way, what’s up with these Itsuse twins…?

Who’s Hatanooka? Update: That’s the team with Joy in it…and those fangirls who busted Mitsue up.

F*** it…Arashi, I wanna pummel you someday.

LOL, you can sell your temmates out with chanpuru, huh, Arashi?

Did Maki suggest something subliminally…?

*Maki and Toma run around* - LOL, this play is completely unorthodox, haha. I can tell even if I’m no expert.

Shinchou Yuusha 10

We’re back after another week’s break…

Come to think of it, how do fantasy worlds have concepts of “hours”?

LOL, how convenient it was that there just happened to be a dude needing healing walking past! (partially sarcastic, partially meaning it since the circumstances foreshadowed it)

“Talent”, eh? *stares at the camera, which is showing Rista’s boobs, with disapproval*

The Demon Spirit Orb is basically a monster cell from OPM 2, isn’t it…?

If Seiya came from our world…then I’m sorry, Wolks, but whoever told you is completely and utterly wrong. *gestures at all the conflicts around the world, including political turmoil*

“Are you calling…”

No Guns Life 11

Second-last ep!

Oh great…another yandere?(I read JJBA: DiU hardcover vol. 2 yesterday, so I’m still thinking about Yukako Yamagishi…)

There’s a convertible in the OP, though…I wonder if that will come into play later. Update: Even if it does come into play in the future, it doesn’t happen in ths cour.

Stars Align 11

It was like Joy was showing off to the camera…LOL.

Apparently, Joy’s name is a weird reading for yorokobi (happiness).

This feels like a final episode…

Hmm. I thought Yonex sponsored this. Turns out that’s a parody logo after all (or at least, here it’s a parody).

One of the Itsuse bros looks exactly like Maki, so it’s confusing…

I’m still confused as to why Shijo Minami’s shirts say nantei on them. The minami might be nan in another way of reading it, but…the shi can only be read kokorozashi otherwise and while the jou can be read many, many ways, tei isn’t one of them.

Ume = plum blossom, so that purple-pink colour really suits them.

BnHA 73

Eri’s name means, literally, “to break reason”.

This scene with the stars and the dancefloor…that’s new.

Iruma-kun 12

Sometims you forget this dork *points at Azz* is more powerful than Iruma and Clara…

You can see Clara and Iruma in the shot of Azz-kun.

The reason why I like calling Kalego “Eggie-sensei” is because he doesn’t like it!

I love how the narrator is even aware it’s been mentioned several times Iruma can’t decline requests.

New Magic is basically science…?

Oh, it would be hilarious if this character Iruma just bumped into and he (Iruma) would be in a Battler together…but I’ve read spoilers, so I know what Iruma will join…

Is this some kind of allegory for technology…?! *eyes sparkle* Yes, I want in! Iruma! Join this club!

Even this demon’s clip is a book! Amazing!

Clara! She dab! In a pot!

Come to think of it, in the basic premise, Iruma-kun (the show) is Kenja no Mago, right? The Wise Man’s Grandson…sort of.

Shinchou Yuusha 11

Almost at the end…I’ll sorely miss this show.

Is Tiana some former version of Rista…?

How old is Seiya again…? Update: Apparently he’s 17…and if he’s the same age as he used to be in this flashback, then…kinda squicky, no?

Stars Align 12 (FINAL)

I heard this show dropped the ball and that Nao’s mother got a rant, but otherwise I don’t quite know what happens here…so let’s finish what we started. Update: Nao’s mother’s rant was in a previous episode.

Oh hey! It’s that running thing Nao and Taiyo were doing…I think. (I don’t think I’ve grasped everyone’s names, even over 12 eps, so I had to check Taiyo’s name up.)

Oh, these gremlins…*sighs happily but also exasperatedly* No wonder this show took out a top 10 position for my 2019 list.

I’m worried now…there’s always a last minute thing to ruin an episode on this show.

I always thought Ryoma’s hair was pretty nice…(small LOL). That’s just my bias for bishonen showing though.

I’m…scared now…Maki’s dad must’ve come back and the red in the sky really sold that moment…

Maki…no!!!!!!!! Aw, f***, that’s the final seconds…geesh, way to end the series. If this were a 2 cour, I’d definitely watch the next one, but since I heard through ANN that this is all we have so far, really, the only thing I can do for a passion project is hope another cour gets funded and (maybe) purchase what I can to help out. Well, that’s it, folks, skedaddle out of here until next time.

No Guns Life 12 (FINAL)

This pendant reminds me of the mana compass I saw in Fate/Zero yesterday.

I bet Danny planted those footprints…or something like that. Update: Yup, he did.

Come to think of it, is Juzo still missing his arm from last time…?

“You weren’t my client, little lady.” – There’s one of two possible options here, I think: 1) the hands guy was or 2) Danny was.

I wonder, will the hand Extended ever become his (Juzo’s) left hand? Or will he get an Extension for it?

Wow, second huge end-of-season cliffhanger! Juzo got a new buddy, it seems…anyway, see you in spring!

Cautious Hero 12 (FINAL)

If the Valkyryja (sp?) isn’t magic…what is it???

That one guy lying on the side of the fountain, looking all drunk…LOL.

Geez, you make me wanna cry, show!!!

Even the alarm clock is dejected…geez…

This is…the best conclusion of the fall season in that Seiya defeated the Demon King and the story wrapped up properly, but the worst in that Seiya died. No one died in Stars Align, even if they failed a tonne! So…I dunno. I guess it should be happy it ended optimistically…anyways, enough of my moping. See you next time.

BnHA 74

Shin Nemoto = “the truth of the origin of the sound”, if you stuck the particle no between each character.

Tintin got scary, LOL.

Lemillion, making “no capes” go out of fashion again (LOL).

Wow, talk about a clip show…! This is really one.

Check the end of the episode, don’t forget to watch the post-credits segments, people.

#simulcast commentary #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinchou yuusha #kono yuusha ga ore tueee kuse ni shinchou sugiru #no guns life #Stars Align #hoshiai no sora #Dr Stone #mairimashita! iruma-kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #Chesarka watches MI-k #Chesarka watches BnHA #Chesarka watches Stars Align #Chesarka watches Shinchou Yuusha #Chesarka watches NGL #Chesarka watches Dr Stone #this hero is invincible but too cautious #the hero is overpowered but overly cautious

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deimagines · 6 years

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Magnus’s Only Love (A Magnus’s Daughter and AlecXFemReader Imagine) Part 1

‘Okay, As you may, or may not know. Last summer I had posted a imagine and I was proud of it because it took a lot of effort to get it right. But as an IDIOT I am today. I accidentally deleted it. Don’t ask me how, or why. But it was deleted it.

So, I tried and tried to remake this imagine and poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this imagine. Just so I can make it resemble its original story.

Please do not judge me if it took so long. But, I have very good excuses for why it took so long to rewrite it by memory.

So here we go’

Imagine being the adoptive daughter of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane. He found you and raised you as your own. And instead of meeting Magnus at his club. The Shadowhunters were invited to an exclusive ball for warlocks, in celebration of your birthday.

Hmm… wonder how that will turn out?

Warning: I do not own Shadowhunters or any its relations to the studio and the actors and actresses

*Also, if anyone wants to request a Alex/MaleReader let me know.

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(18 years ago)

It was a beautiful night. The High Warlock was walking home from his previous client’s home. He could’ve easily made a portal to go home, but something made him feel in need to take a walk instead. He doesn’t know why, but he feels that he needs to do it.

When he passed a dark alley, he heard a peculiar noise coming from the dark shadows of the wet and lifeless alleyway.

Magnus stops his whistling and turns to look at the alleyway.

Feeling cautious and curious, he carefully walk through the alley and began to follow the faint noise. From the sounds of it, it came from behind the large dumpster by the brick wall of the building.

And when Magnus came over and searches for whatever was causing the noise. His hard eyes immediately drop to replace a shocking look.

It was a baby. Wrapped in a beige blanket and placed inside a soaked box. It looked about no more than a month old. Definitely a newborn. The baby’s cries became louder and more painful for Magnus to listen.

He felt disgusted. What kind of Mundane would abandon a poor helpless baby in the streets?

The High Warlock had always had a soft heart towards children, especially to his students when they came of age.

“Shhh.” He shushes softly to the little babe. “There, there little one.”

He crouches down and gently picks up the baby from it’s poorly excused of a cradle.

Standing up and adjusting the baby in his arms. The baby’s cries died down as Magnus calms it down with numerous whispers of comfort.

The baby looks up at him with teary eyes. It watches as Magnus smiles warmly and gently grabs it’s hand. But when he did, he felt a wave of magic that he never knew existed in such a small vessel.

His smile went away and he looks down at the baby stunned.

It wasn’t a Mundane babe at all. It had warlock blood running through its veins.

“Curious.” Magnus whispers in puzzlement. Wondering how a baby warlock could be whined up in such a foul area.

But all of those thoughts went away when the baby started to coo quiet sounds. Caressing the back of the child’s hand with his thumb, Magnus smiled down at the baby as he began to feel a connection that would change his life forever.

“Well, this certainly changes everything.” He whispers softly to himself. The baby continues to coo as it touches his nose and Magnus lets out a quiet laugh and began to walk, taking the baby away from its unknowingly end.

Later that evening, after taking the baby to his home. He soon found out that it was a girl.

He named her, Y/N.

(18 Years later)

“Magnus Bane,” Hodge announced the name to the young Shadowhunters while showing some old and new pictures of a young Asian looking man on the screen. “He’s over 300 years old. And as you can see, he’s not exactly shied away from the pleasures of every century. His taste are both exquisite and quite excessive.”

“Looks like the Downworld’s David Guetta.” Clary commented as she studied the pictures.

“Guetta’s already a Downworlder,” Isabelle stated and Clary looks at her in confuse. “Vampire? Ever seen him in the daylight?”

“Can you two focus?” Alec snapped lightly, wanting them to shut up for Hodge to continue. “This is not a joke.”

Izzy simply sent a sly smile. “Someone needs to get slayed.” She mutters playfully.

“Alec is right,” Hodge said.”Now, Magnus is one of the most powerful warlocks I’ve ever known. he has a deep mistrust of Shadowhunters.”

Clary scoffs. “Well, then why did he help my mom remove my memories? Isn’t she a Shadowhunter?”

“Yes,” Hodges agree. “One of the best. But help might not be the most accurate word. Now, did Magnus provide a service for Jocelyn? Perhaps. But more than likely, your mother paid Magnus handsomely for his magic. Warlocks usually require payment before they help anyone with anything.”

“Word from the Clave is that most of the warlocks have gone into hiding since Valentine began hunting them.”

Hodge hummed. Valentine must be searching for the warlocks. Where did Jocelyn-” Before could even continue, a sharp hiss escaped from his lips as his rune started to burn him.

“Hodge, your rune. You okay?”

He nodded a bit to show that he was fine.

“So, how do we find Magnus?” Clary asked.

Jace leaned back in his seat as he studies the picture of Magnus on the screen. “We don’t. Magnus finds us. We’ll set up a meeting, somewhere protected. Lure him out of hiding.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Izzy suddenly informs them with a tablet in hand.

“What do you mean?” Jace asked as he sent her a frowning look.

Isabelle turns the tablet to show them a picture of a girl sitting next to Magnus. She couldn’t be more than Clary’s age. “Remember her? Y/N Bane? As in-”

“Magnus’s daughter.” Hodges breathes in defeat. “Of course.”

“What? Why the sad face all of the sudden.” Clary began to worry about the plan to get her memories.

“Because, as much as Magnus loves to party. He loves his daughter more.” Hodge takes the tablet and taps the buttons to show a more clear picture of the High Warlocks daughter.

“Y/N Bane. Rumors are that she’s was found by Magnus as an infant and was later adopted by him. No one knows where she came from. All we know is that she has warlock blood running through her veins.”

“And there are no other information?” Alec asked.”Regardless of her relations to Magnus.”

Hodges shakes his head. “None.”

“Then I guess we’re screwed.” Jace said and Clary looks down in disappointment.

“Actually…” Izzy said with a realization in her eyes. She rips the tablet from Hodges’ hands and taps the screen with her eyes bouncing. Looking for the thing that clarifies her expectations.

“Aha!” She says in triumph and shows the group the screen of the tablet. “Here it is. During my surveillance of the Downworlders. I came across this.” The screen shows an elegant lilac invitation.

“It’s a warlock ball. An event that’s being held secretly in uptown for the celebration of Y/N’s 18 birthday.”

“Where did you get that? Wait,” Alec looks at her apprehensively. “How did you get that?“

“A friend,” Isabelle answers innocently with a shrug. “And from what I hear, Magnus loves to spoil his little Warlock Princess.”

The others paused for a moment to think through this plan. But as usual, Alec was cautious and snaps the reality into it.

“He’ll never go for it. From what Hodge described. Magnus seems to be very protective of Y/N. He can’t risk an opening, not with Valentine trying to kill him.”

“Then we’ll need bait,” Hodge says with a serious look. “Follow me.”

As the Shadowhunters continue on with their preparations for their plan. Another group was furiously working with theirs.

Under the watchful eyes of a being more terrifying under this time of day.

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“What is this?!” Magnus asked in an angered tone. His voice nearly shakes the chandelier hanging in the ballroom.

Everyone was looking busy from each and every corner of the venue hall for the High Warlock’s daughter’s birthday ball. Everything was going well until a mundane delivery boy came in with a pink ice sculptured swan.

“I specifically ordered a magenta swan, not a pink one.” Magnus told the delivery boy in stress as he gave him a hard look.

“Magenta is pink.” The delivery boy exclaimed in boredom. Oblivious to the magic the warlocks were doing around the room.

“No, no, no.” Magnus waved his two fingers in gesture.”Magenta is a rich and elegant color. Pink is just a poor and dull lifeless loser that’s desperate for socialism.”

The delivery boy rolled his eyes.”Look, man. I just deliver the ice. I don’t craft or make. I just take whatever I was given to and make sure that its safely deliver to whatever address they gave me.”

Magnus groans clearly stressed and waved at the boy away. “Just get it out of my sight.”

The boy rolled his eyes again and began to take the swan out of the venue.

Magnus let’s out a heavy sigh and looks around the room. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he calls out to a group of strong looking warlocks, who were in charge of protecting the venue, for a small conference and chat.

“And make sure to place protective shields in every exit. I don’t want any Circle members crashing this party.”

“Yes, Magnus.” One of them, who was obviously in charge of the security operation, nodded and they all went to various directions.

“Papa.”

A gentle voice was heard from behind the High Warlock. He turned around and a bright and warm smile appeared on his face.

There she was. Standing on the dance floor, wearing a very elegant ballroom dress that he helped pick out. Her eyes sparkling with excitement and worry. She probably thought that he might not like the dress on her. But she was wrong.

“Oh.” He breathes. “Bulan. You are an absolute vision.”

Bulan was an Indonesian pet name that he had given her since she was a babe. It means ‘moon’. He chose it in memory of the night he had found her in the dark alleyway on that night of a full moon.

“Give us a twirl.” He took her hand gently and turned her slowly as she smiled, relieved by his reaction. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “My dear, you are going to be the talk of the ball. And not because it’s your birthday.”

Y/N smiled at her adopted father’s complement. “Thank you, Papa. But I think this perfect night will have some alters.”

Magnus raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Y/N looks behind at Elias. He was trailing her from behind after telling her some interesting news. “Tell him.” She mutters to him and he nodded.

The horned warlock steps forward to Magnus. “Jace Wayland wants to make a trade. Here, at the ball.”

Magnus looked unimpressed.“And what kind of trade will make me want to invite him to the ball?”

“He says he has Camille’s necklace.” Elias stated slowly.

Magnus looks up at Elias. Now interested in the Shadowhunter’s offer.

Y/N knows very well of what Elias was talking about. It was an enchanted ruby necklace that Magnus gave to Camille as a token of their love. But that was years ago. Camile changed, and Y/N never got to know the other Camille that Magnus had met before she became a vampire.

“Huh,” Magnus says with slight interest. “And what exactly does he want in return for it?”

“The memories of a Clary Fairchild.”

Y/N ears perked at the mentioning of Clary’s name. She knew her very well. They used to play together as children at every appointment right before Magnus wipes her memories away.

“Well then,” Magnus hummed.”I guess we’ll have to send another invitation, don’t we?”

Elias pursed his lips then steps closer to the High Warlock. “Magnus, consider your guests-”

“When did you become so talkative, Elias?” Magnus inquired. Not quite listening to the horned warlock.

Y/N offered him a small smile, encouraging him to continue, despite Magnus’s behavior.

“Magnus, I beg you to reconsider.” He was starting to beg. Desperate for Magnus to change his mind.

“Always frowning Elias. You may be immortal.” Magnus curled his nose. “But you’re immune to crow’s feet.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her adoptive father’s statement as Elia sent her gave a pleading look at the corner of his eyes. Silently asking for her help.

But alas, she said nothing.

“You cannot invite them, nor place the meeting at the ball.” Elias began with a look of determination in his eyes. “Valentine is getting close to you, to Y/N. It is far too dangerous for the Shadowhunters to attend the event. This,” He gestures the venue.” is the beginning of a thin thread for all of us. Including yourself. You’re hanging us above to the pit of our deaths.”

“I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling just a little poorly,” Magnus replied. He leaned in closer to Elias. “I value your console, truly I do. However, I can’t help but feel this will be my only chance of getting that jewel back. Not to mention the celebration of Y/N’s birthday is not to be ignored.”

Elias sighed and slumped his shoulders as Y/N stares at Magnus with a blank look. The necklace held a semi-value to him. She doesn’t know why, but it did.

“Is one necklace truly worth the risk?” Elias asked in disbelief.

“This necklace is.” Magnus gave him a solid look. “While that’s settled. Go to the Spiral Labyrinth and tell Tessa we need more shields. If any danger comes to this party, I want every warlock to be evacuated to our protective wards.” He ordered. It was the only thing that Elias had agreed, so far.

“Y/N and I may be prepared to take on Valentine, but our guests aren’t.” He patted Elias’s shoulder and took Y/N’s hand and tucks it into the crook of his elbow, leading her away from the worry warlock.

Y/N shot an apologetic look to Elias and he just shakes his head angrily before storming off to do her father’s orders.

“He’s right you know.” Y/N said to him. “Maybe we should cancel the ball-” Magnus raised his hand in front of her face.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“But-”

“Y/N, I am telling as not just your mentor, but as your father that turning eighteen should be a grand day for young teenage girls like you. That’s why I want you to feel special, even if it’s just for today. Even if Valentine’s hunting us.”

Magnus looks down at her with a cool expression that made he would give her to calm her anxieties down. But she wouldn’t have it.

“Don’t worry about it, Bulan.” He gently rests the palm of his hand on her face. “Everything will work out just fine. I don’t want you to worry about these things. Especially on your birthday. The Circle members wouldn’t dare to ambush the ball. Not while we’re standing.”

Y/N sighed at him and she took his hand gently away from her face. “You can’t blame me for worrying about our friends. Especially Aggy.”

Agatha Geruno, also known as Aggy, is Y/N’s mundane nanny for as long as she can remember.

Before she was assigned to be her nanny. She was a simple caretaker of the Bane residence.

Back in the 1800′s, before he reunited with Camille at the time, Magnus saved Aggy’s African ancestors from a cruel owner, who would abuse them by using a whip and a hot fire iron. And after they were all rescued, they were forever in debt to the warlock for generations and had been keeping the secret of the Shadow World for almost a century now.

Aggy is the last bloodline of her family. Making her the last mundane to know about the Shadow World. And she’s always been an important part of Y/N’s life whenever Magnus has to attend a meeting with the Clave or brings her up to her room when ‘special’ clients came to their residence.

She’s basically the only woman that Y/N has ever consider as a mother.

“I know Y/N.” Magnus holds her hands gently. “But that’s why I made a precaution to insert the yes and no boxes in the invitations.”

Y/N held back a laugh. Feeling slightly a bit better thanks to her father’s so-called comedy but manages to let a small laugh escape.

“There’s that smile.” Magnus smile and gave Y/N a side hug as he leads her again. “By the way. I have a surprise for you.” He snapped his fingers and a young warlock boy came over with a decorative present.

“What’s this?” Y/N smiled with a slight frown on her face.

“A gift from your Uncle Ragnor. Since he couldn’t make it to the ball, he decided to do the best thing.” Magnus waved the warlock boy to proceed with the giving. He stepped closer and Y/N took the small card that was on top of the gift.

She opens it and reads it out loud. “ ‘My dear Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. But until then, enjoy this gift. For he will watch over you in my absences. Love, Uncle Ragnor.’”

Y/N frowned but gave the note to Magnus to open the present. she looked inside and gasped lightly to see what Ragnor had given her. “Oh… well hello there.” She whispers.

She gave the lid to Magnus and reaches inside the gift, pulling out a small grey and yellow-eyed Persian kitten.

“Hi,” Y/N gushes quietly. “Aren’t you a little joy.”

Magnus silently sent the young warlock boy away with the empty present and note. He went beside Y/N’s side and flashes her a warm smile. “What do you think of him?”

Y/N now understands the meaning of Ragnor’s letter. “He’s perfect. Aww, look at those little eyes.” She gushes at the little creature and it let out a small meow in response.

“Now all he needs is a name,” Magnus reminded her with a smile. “What are you gonna call him?”

Y/N frowns and looks out the at one of the large windows in the venue hall. Down across the street from the building was a small white church.

She studies the little building until the words from her mind formed carefully with her lips. And a name was whispered. “Church…”

“Church?” Magnus repeated uncertainly.

“Church.” Y/N smiled widely and looks at Magnus affirmatively. “His name is Church.”

Magnus gave her a weird look but slowly wipes it away. “Strange name. But acceptable. And what about you? Can you handle being called Church for the rest of your life?” He asked the small kitten as he leans to pet it.

But the small kitten, now called Church, apparently didn’t like the warlock interfering his space with his new master. So he hissed wildly and raised a paw to scratch him.

Luckily, Magnus dodges it and steps back in surprised then glares at the small creature.”Well, I’ve never.” He says as he placed a hand on his chest.

Y/N chuckles and gently scratched the kitten’s head to calm him down.

It was all Magnus had hoped for. Watching his little girl who transformed into a beautiful woman. Blowing the candles on her three-tier cake and was whisked away by some of the guests to speak with her.

Magnus smiled and went to his own conversations with his close companions on the large staircase that resembles a lot like its twin on the other side of the venue. Where new young arrivals had come from the large doors and went down the staircase.

Clary and Isabelle wore simple, yet elegant dresses that were found in the back of Izzy’s closet for emergencies. Whilst Jace and Alec wore black tuxes. All four of them wore black masks as the invitation had instructed for them to. They were paired up to blend in with the crowd. Izzy holds on to Alec’s elbow, and Clary holding Jace’s. At first, Clary hesitated but still moved on with the plan.

“So this is what a warlock ball looks like,” Isabelle commented as she awes the dancers on the dance floor as she walked down and notices the floating flowers in the high ceiling. “Nice.”

“Hey,” Alec snaps his fingers at her face. “Remember, we are not here to have fun. We’re here on a mission.”

“I don’t know, it honestly feels like we are.” Izzy commented as a waiter passed by with a tray of glasses filled with champagne, which she happily took one when he offered them.

“He’s right.” Jace nodded. “We need to find Magnus.”

“How? Everyone here is wearing a mask.” Clary stated softly as they looked at the crowd with equals of uncertain looks.

After a moment of searching, no luck. “Spread out. It’ll save us some time.” Izzy said and they went to different directions.

Jace obviously took Clary’s hand and guide her into the crowd.

Isabelle decided to search around the resting area. Secretly hoping to get another glass of champagne.

And lastly, Alec chose to look around where the dance floor was.

But when he passed by one of the columns of the large venue, Y/N was there talking with few of the guests.

Y/N felt a small chill when Alec passed her and she was curious enough to turn and catch him walking and looking around the venue. For a moment, she thought it was one of the many guards that Magnus had hired. But when she caught a glimpse of his rune on the side of his neck and the very dark hair, she knew exactly who it was.

Alec Lightwood. She answered her own question in her head and curved the corners of her mouth.

“Excuse me.” She generously said to a couple of her friends that she was talking to and smoothly went to find the Lightwood.

Alec looked and looked. But he still couldn’t find any familiarity signs to which one of the men in the ballroom is Magnus Bane. He was about to check where Isabelle was but was stopped when a soft and silky voice was heard from behind him.

“I thought Shadowhunters weren’t allowed to this party?”

Alec turned and sees a (your eye color)-eyed girl wearing a black and laced mask that covered mostly around her eyes and the bridge of her nose. It matches well with the gown that she was wearing that complemented her aura very well. Her smile holds no emotion other than an innocent curiosity.

Unlike most of the warlocks in the ballroom. She didn’t have horns, nor gills or anything that’s considered to show the demon part of a warlock. But Alec knew better. This girl would definitely show the inhumane of her nature. Though as he was observing her casually, he suddenly felt the palms of his hands beginning to sweat as he continued to stare at the girl with an uncertain look.

“We aren’t. We were invited personally by the host.” Alec blurted out cooly. Trying not to give any attention away.

“We?” She repeated.”You mean there’s more of you?”

Alec wanted to slap his forehead. How could he be so stupid? He should’ve just kept quiet and walk away.

“Let’s see,” The girl trails off as she studies him closely but not too close. “Blue eyes, dark hair… You must be Alec Lightwood.”

Alec’s body tensed. “How do you know-”

“The Lightwoods aren’t exactly a very forgetful family in the Shadow world.” She stated with boring eyes.

“That’s not a fact.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be.” She quipped.

Even with a blank hard stare, Y/N can clearly see that she was pushing the Shadowhunter’s buttons. Which surprisingly pleases her a bit. She wasn’t one to annoy strangers other than the people who are close to her. “Care to dance?” She proposed as she offers her hand.

Alec raised his brow slightly. “Isn’t the guy suppose to ask that?”

Y/N shrugs, her expression never changing. “I guess I wanted to try to bend the rules for tonight.”

Alec shakes his head. “I don’t know how to dance.” He refused, mostly not wanting to get involved with a Downworlder.

“I don’t believe that for a second. From what I heard, you Lightwoods are excellent dancers when it comes to an event like this.”

The Shadowhunter’s blue eyes look upon the girl’s for a moment then to her hand. Raziel knows what was going through his head right now. He would be wise enough to refuse the girl’s offer. Or just rip the Band-Aid and dance with the Downworlder.

With a light sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. He took the girl’s hand and wordlessly lead her to the floor.

No one stopped when the young pair came to join to dance. Alec glided and guided the girl to the floor. Perfectly matching the pattern of the dance. Soon enough, there were no falters as they sync perfectly to the tempo of the music and dance along with the guests around them.

He turns them both elegantly and continued to follow the tempo of the music and followed the other dancers’ pattern. He and the other male guests lift their partners up and swiftly placed them back on the floor. The Shadowhunter and the Downworlder then found themselves in a hammerlock position as they turn in a circle two times. Staring into each other’s eyes.

In his quiet yet strategic mind. Alec was actually grateful for the lessons that his mother had thought him and Jace when they were little kids. Actually thankful for his mother’s suggestion in case for events like this. But dancing with a Downworlder was honestly not one of those events unless it was for a mission. Which is now.

Though if he was truthful, he finds the girl’s (color) eyes rather… hypnotizing.

As they dance, silent actions were taken when Jace had finally spotted the target. Standing on the top of the large staircase as he was speaking happily with a couple while holding his mask by the handle.

“Magnus!” Jace says his name loud enough to catch the High Warlock’s attention. But instantly regrets it when the music had stopped and suddenly felt numerous eyes at his and Clary’s way as they both take off their masks.

The guests on the dance floor stopped to see why the music had stopped playing and Alec immediately looked concern and silently cursed when he saw Jace being the center of attention. Meanwhile, Y/N watched him at the corner of her eye carefully to see what his next move will be.

Magnus turns slowly to see who was calling him and softly puts down his mask when he saw-“Jace Wayland.” He smiles in coy. “I see you got my invite.”

Jace merely nods and steps forward with Clary beside him. Magnus steps down the staircase with his eyes never leaving the newly arrivals.

“And who’s this?” Magnus’ eyes turned to Clary. “Do my eyes deceive me? Clary Fairchild,” He stops until he was a few steps between them. “Grown into a beautiful woman.” He studies her from head to toe.

“Magnus Bane. “Clary dries out his name with a disgusted look on her face. “So you’re the one who stole my memories.”

“At your mother’s request,” Magnus interjected joyfully. “She knew the risk.”

He turns to Jace with his hand extended forward. “Show me the jewelry, Shadowhunter.”

Jace lifts his hand and shows the necklace, dangling teasingly to show Magnus. The warlock smiles in satisfy and went to grab it. But Jace made a small taunting sound as he retreats the necklace back from Magnus’ reach.

“Give Clary her memories back and you get the jewelry.” He demands softly.

“I have to confirm it’s authenticity.”

Hesitated, Jace and Clary shared a brief look before Jace cringed slightly in defeat and reluctantly hands over the necklace.

Magnus smiles at it loving and flips it over. Clary leans in a bit to see that there was an in graving in the back.

“Amor verus numquam moritur.” Magnus says then translates it. “ ’True love can never die.’ Oh, how I miss this jewel. But it feels as if it’s incomplete without a new owner.” He quickly glances to the blonde Shadowhunter then looks past the pair. “Bulan!”

He calls over them and all heads were turned to where Alec was standing on the dance floor. At first, Alec was confused about what Magnus had said to make all the Downworlders in the venue to stare at him. But then he realizes it wasn’t him that everyone was staring at, but the girl that he was dancing with.

He turned his head to her and sees her staring up at him with guilt in her eyes. She leans up a little to whisper. “I’m sorry.” And pulls herself out of his grasp as he looks at her with a shocked look.

He had been dancing with the High Warlock’s daughter the whole time. But what scared him the most was not his disgusted feelings towards the Downorlder, but the strange feeling that he had experienced for her at the dance not just a moment ago.

Y/N reaches to her father and tugs her skirt a bit to walk up the staircase. And when she did, she notices that study look that Clary was giving her. Like she was figuring out something. She wasn’t surprised, they were playmates when they were children.

But that didn’t mean that Clary was eery about the sorceress. Though she couldn’t deny, that aura she was getting from the girl that past her to get to her father was familiar. Like she knew her before.

When Y/N came beside Magnus, told her to turn around and she did.

“An exquisite piece like this, should be worn by someone who can outwit its beauty.” Magnus says as he put the necklace around her neck.

Y/N smiled and turns to him to speak a thick language that Clary and Jace couldn’t understand. “ Terima kasih Ayah. Itu seindah yang kamu gambarkan.”

(Thank you father, it’s as beautiful as you described.)

Magnus gave his daughter a loving look for a moment before Jace cleared his throat to grabbed their attention.

“Now it’s your turn to pay up.” Clary notifies. Clearly, want to rush the deal a bit.

“Yes,” Magnus agree. “Well… I wish I could retrieve your memories but I no longer have them.”

“What?!” Clary exclaimed softly in horror.”Where are they!?”

“I fed them to a memory demon for safe keeping.”

Jace glares. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“To protect Clary and the Cup.” Magnus states it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If Valentine would ever capture me. He could torture Clary’s memories out of me just like he tortured Dot.”

“Torture?” Clary repeats in both worry and confuse. “Wait, is Dot okay?”

Magnus and Y/N shared a glance before Y/N steps down to her. “You don’t know?”

Clary didn’t answer, which clears Y/N suspicions. “Dot is dead.”

Soft grief immediately formed on the redhead’s face. “What?… How do you know?”

“We can’t feel her magic anymore.” Y/N explains softly for her. “Valentine killed her because she would not betray your mother.”

“Oh my God.” Clary mutters in disbelief with as well as despair.

Magnus followed his daughter’s steps and gently grabs Clary’s arm. “Come with us, Clary. My lair could offer you protection no Shadowhunter could ever could.”

Jace scoffs at the idea.

“No,” Clary frees herself from Magnus’s hold. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Don’t be a fool. Your mother would’ve wanted you to live.”

“Then help me get my memories back from whatever demon you give.” Clary snarled at him. “As for your offer. My answer is no. I won’t hide from my problems and neither should you.”

Y/N then steps in front of Magnus and gave Clary a soft but hard look that was a bit intimidating for the Shadowhunter to take.

“You think this is about our safety? Do you think we care about your problems? Look around you.”

Clary looks behind and sees that most of the guests at the ball had taken off their masks and suddenly notices that there were a few children in the venue. Some of them were toddlers, but most of them were in their preteens.

“This isn’t about cowardice or bravery, those are your costs. Our cost is the people you see before you.” Clary Then looks back at her as Y/N continues.

“You may have lost someone, but how many do you think that we’ve lost? Every man, woman, and children in this room had felt the taste of Valentine’s bloodlust. The worst part is that it was only a drop of what we had experienced throughout those horrible years.” Y/N looks over Clary’s head and saw the respected looks that she was receiving from the floor. But she stopped briefly to stare at a certain pair of black eyes.

Alec didn’t know what to think. After listening to Y/N. He had suddenly felt a somewhat of respect for her loyalty to her kind.

They stare at each other for a split second before Y/N looks back down at Clary and Alec took his chance to leave the crowd to search in the room for Izzy. He spots her near the other staircase and noticed how the way she silently signals him to come forward and points at the large doors behind her. Eyes alarmed and her whip was out.

Something was wrong.

“He’s planning something.” Y/N said. “And I will not have the people I grew up with, die for whatever cause he’s creating.”

“Jace!” Alec’s voice had suddenly called from the other side of the venue. By the looks of it, he has his bow and arrow out with a look that’s similar to his sister beside him. “Circle members.”

Everyone in the hall began to panic and some even screamed in fear. Luckily, some of the warlocks had started to create portals to escape the venue as fast as possible. Y/N acted fast and launches her hand at the gates of the other side to cast place a protective shield, long enough for their friends to evacuate to the protective wards.

Meanwhile, Magnus created a portal behind them. “Y/N,” He says.” You need to go. Make sure that everyone is settled. I’ll hold them off. Aggy, go with her.” He instructed at an older African American woman, who came by down to go to Y/N’s side.

Y/N shot him a frightened glance as she tries to take her wrist out of her surrogate mother’s hold. “No. I-I won’t leave you here!”

“You don’t have a choice,” Magnus argues. “Go. I’ll be okay.”

Hesitated, Y/N didn’t want to leave him to fight by himself. Anything could happen if they were ever apart in this kind of chaos. She couldn’t even bare imagine it. But he was right. She was the only person powerful enough to make sure the shields of their home was strong to fed off any Circle Members. She needed to go.

Before any of them could speak. A loud boom echoed the hall, it was so powerful that the chandelier started to shake by its noise.

“Go!” Magnus yells. Leading her to the front of the portal.

So without another word. Y/N kissed her father’s cheek and went into the portal with Aggy following behind. After then, the portal disappeared. Along with the High Warlock’s daughter.

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Part 2 will be coming soon.

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spacedadcomeback · 6 years

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He Couldn’t Do This Any Longer

Summary:

They can't ever know, that's something Lance has made sure he remembers. But with everything being so hard to control anymore he might have to turn to the one person he's scared to become, but it's all too protect his friends from the monster he really is, so this is the right decision. Right?

Fic on Ao3 link

He couldn’t do this any longer. It was starting to ache his body to keep it in control. This power wasn’t meant to be contained, it’s as ongoing as his heart. No matter how hard he may try he couldn’t stop his heart.

He didn’t have a place to release this grave power. All the rooms are always unlocked, everyone always wonders. He couldn’t take the chance, but he didn’t know how long he could contain it though. It was all a matter of time before the cat is out of the bag.

He couldn’t hide his shaking, headaches, how he was cold to the touch but always felt hot, and the way he was always thirsty, he was actually showing signs of hypothermia and dehydration. They didn’t start to notice when it was starting, but now he knew they all could tell. His team where all side eyeing him and ready to jump in at any moment if something happened. He, Lance, couldn’t understand why they haven’t said anything, but he doesn't look a gifted horse in the mouth.

That was after what he can assume has been three weeks, they finally asked the dreaded question. They finished training (Lance didn’t do so well) and were eating a oddly quiet dinner of weird space goo. When Lance got up to clean his plate up and grab more water, Shiro grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” he looked up to the taller man and set down his plate, “are you okay? And don’t you dare say you are. Oh god, you’re absolutely cold to the touch.” He brought his warm hand to his forehead to pull them away quickly wide-eyed. Shiro took in more of his features, tracing his silver eyes all over his trembling body. “Lance,” he said in his strong demanding voice.

Lance side averting his gaze to lock eyes with his best friend, Hunk, that had sad eyes, he looked like he wanted to talk but couldn’t. He couldn’t look at his troubled friend, so he then shifted his gaze only seeing his other teammates troubled faces. He kept opening his mouth then shutting it.

He took a deep breath, like ripping off a band-aid, he just said his pointless words, “It’s my problem so please don’t interfere. I just need some space, please.” He looked back to the scarred man, “Lance, we gave you space and you still aren’t better. It’s time for us to step in and help.” Lance sighed as he picked up the dirty dishes, he just wanted to clean up and get some water, not this. Anything but this.

He scoffed as he started to walk off, he could feel their disappointment burning into the back of his head. He walked out of the dining room as the automatic doors hissed shut. He dumped (threw) his plate into the futuristic dishwasher, moving to a cabinet grabbing a cup with shaking hands.

He took a deep breath through his dry mouth, turning around filling up his cup with water. He snuck back to his room taking sips all the way to his room, before he knew it was half empty when he got back to his room. He walked in, his door shutting behind him, wishing he could just lock it. Curse this ship's mechanics.

He chugged the rest of his glass slamming his cup down with a new determination. He walked over to his small bathroom attached to his bedroom, turning to face his mirror he sighed. “I guess this is my last resort,” he sighed, his dry mouth attempting to wet his lips.

He turned on the water preparing for the worse. He was going to attempt to contact his birth mother, honestly she didn't even deserve that title with all she has done, but she's helped him through stuff like this before. He looked down at the filling sink then glanced at the door, he had to be ready to shut down contact at any second if any of his team came.

He shut off the water then shoved his hands into the lucid liquid. He focused letting his problems go as different ice crystals formed off from his hands. He breathed a silent breaths as he let the temperature drop, but not too much, wouldn't want to alert the systems to an anomaly.

He looked down at the thin sheet of ice over the water, as he pulled his hands out proceeding to tap on the ice thinking of the person he wanted to talk to, just like how he was taught. A flickering glow appeared and he new she answered his call.

“H-hi, Mother. Ummm… long time no see?” he shied away from her view in the sink, as she smirked. “Yes, hello Lance,” she tilted her head, her smile faded, “why are you still hiding in that form? No one can see you.” The blue paladin stiffen, “I-I don't know, it's just comforting, I guess?” he mentally cursed himself for making it a question.

She scoffed at him, “I sent you away in cryosis for about 10,000 years to protect you from war, and yet you can't even appreciate your true form? How pathetic.” Ah, there's the woman Lance knew. “Why did you call me? I'm a busy women, blue paladin,” she scoffed at the name, as if it was poison and she needed to spit it out fast and in disgust.

He sighed, shifting into his birth form to please his biological mother hoping to get her to be more willing to help him. His ears elongated and his hair started to fade into a light white with stray blue strands making his hair appear a off whitish blue as well as his tan skin taking a slight purple hue but still retaining its original color. His body didn't stop changing, under his eyes appeared dark blue marks coming from the far corners of his eyes sweeping down to the center of his cheeks, and he grew taller about the height of Shiro but just a few hairs shorter as he felt markings, hidden under his clothes, form. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, as unknown strain left his body and he felt more relaxed.

He looked up from the water containing his mother's image to the mirror, feeling his mother's smile burn into his newly formed skin. He honestly wasn't used to seeing himself like this, ‘huh,’ he thought as he touched his face markings, ‘I guess this is what I'm supposed to look like.’ Lance quickly redirected his focus back onto the lady in his sink.

“There’s my child,” she cooed, “but be quick, I have things to attend too.” she stated the last part in distaste. Lance sighed, might as well rip off the band-aid, again, “I need help controlling my powers. I have been withholding my powers in an attempt to hide it and I don't know how to keep it up.” He waited for the scolding, and just as he expected there it was.

“Why would you dream of withholding such a gift in! You should feel lucky and not ungrateful! You Little-” she stilled from her outburst, regaining her calm composure, “if you must know, this power that you hold cannot be held back. It will only pile up until the dam breaks, and when it breaks it will destroy everything in its path, Lance,” she warned him. “Lance, I can see that this is affecting you negatively. Keeping on this path will only hurt you and those around you.”

“I know, that's why I'm contacting you. Is there-” he took a deep breath and tried again, “Is there anyway I could let out my powers at a healthy rate or umm,” he waved his hand “something. Please, I'm begging you help me.” His mother had a devilish smirked, “and what would I get in return?” her voice was sly dripping malevolence.

He hesitated, knowing what his mother can do, she is the definition of evil in some cases. Did he really have a choice in the matter though? Probably not, it's either have a high risk of physically hurting his friends and himself or do whatever his mother wants and she’ll help him. Honestly, there's not even a second thought when hurting his friends are involved. “Anything you want, Mother.”

She smiled as her features were taking on a wicked glow, ‘Oh god. I’m going to regret this.’ the lone boy thought. “What do you wha-” he was cut off by a hasty knock and the sound of Shiro's voice, “are you okay, Lance? I hear you talking, are you with someone?” The boy in question panicked, glancing up at his reflection he shifted back as fast as he could.

He looked into the dreaded women's eye's, speaking in a hush voice, “Mother, I'm sorry, w-we’ll talk about it later. I promise.” She nodded her head as her smirk grew. With that he ended the call by breaking the ice, and destroying all the evidence he could of anything odd. “Lance? Are you alright? I'm coming in.” the black paladin entered the bedroom noticing it's emptiness then glanced at the bathroom, he approached it with caution.

As he was about to open it when the teenager he was looking for busted out, a painfully obvious fake grin plastering his face. “Whaddup Shiro?” His voice strong and filled with fake joy, his body was shaking as if he was wearing only shorts in a blizzard. Lance's body was tense as Shiro realized the breeze from the bathroom flowed out colder than normal, ‘weird, why would it be so cold’ he thought gazing into the seemingly normal bathroom.

“Lance, who were you talking to?” His voice was surprisingly soft for how stern it was. “Uh...I-I was just missing my mom?” Lance coughed, “I was just trying to think of what I'm going to tell her when I see her again,” Technically the first part wasn't a lie. Shiro looked down at the shorter boy with a skeptical gaze. “If you say so,” his words were slow and smooth like creamy peanut butter.

Sighing Shiro rubbed his brow, “I just want you to be honest with us. We’re a team, Lance. We won’t judge you.” Lance cast his gaze down in an abash state because of his half lies, “I just miss my family, Shiro.” The black paladin was trying his best to hide his frustration, “homesickness doesn’t make you ill, Lance. I want the truth, so I’ll ask one more time and you’re going to be honest with me. What’s going on, Lance?” The teenager in question looks up, blue eyes gazing into expecting silver ones.

He opens his mouth choking on his word that don’t seem to be coming out. The older man exhaled, “I’ll let you think of what you’re gonna tell us for later,” Shiro glanced back as he made his way to the door, a stern parental look on his face, “and you will tell us.” The doors hissed shut as he left, Lance let out a groan of relief. He’s safe, for now at least. He looked behind him into the highly advanced space bathroom, consumed by the deal he made.

He needed some sleep and a shower, but right now he doesn’t want to go back into the bathroom, so sleep it is. Lance turned off all the lights and lied down onto the plain bed, closing his eyes hoping to ignore the raging storm going on in his body. He wished this constant pulse was just his blood, unfortunately it was something far more perilous.

His eyes shot open as the lights flashed red and the alarms blaring. “This better not be a training exercise,” grumbled the unstable paladin. He slipped off his royal blue robe sliding on his armor. Deciding to skip his morning routine not wanting to draw anymore scrutiny looks towards him by being late.

Lance gasped and groaned at his aching body. He pushed through this unwanted feelings, forcing his trembling legs to run. If this was hard he didn’t want to raid a Galra ship right now or anytime soon. Unfortunately duty calls, and in this case “duty” is an unrelenting war.

Out of the blue paladins view there were other paladins additionally converging upon the deck to await commands. When he got there he was (once again) the last one to make it upon the deck. His fellow teammates eyes traced his quaking figure, as he tried to play it cool plastering on a tired smile.

Shiro seemed to be the first one (as always) ready for commands, “Princess, why are we here?” his strong display in his stature and voice. The white haired altean showed her superiority through her fiery gaze, and commanding voice, “we received a distress signal from the planet Hoth, a Ice planet who claims to be a base for rebel operations as one of the Blade’s have informed me. From the short message they sent out, the galra have found them, and we need to help them escape. They will be sheltered here till they find another base to hide out in.” Every soul in the room straightened not wanting to upset the ruler of a departed species.

Allura locked eyes with each paladin, finally her watchful eyes locked with the boy in blue. The warrior princesses’ exotic blue eyes Melted into the infinite sea that lies in the secretive boy’s own eyes. Instead of shying away Lance met her with a just a strong look despite his current situation.

Her decision was made, but her resolve was still left to her coursing thoughts. Reluctantly she had to let her concerns about Lance's condition go as that is not what matters right now. She couldn't fret over him like,what her humans would call, a hen mother (mother hen?).

Allura’s voice was commanding as she said her next words, “Report to your lions, we will be there in the next 90 tics.” The young warriors rushed off to their, as Slav would say, unnecessarily complicated transportation system to their designated hangers. A mouth full if you will.

“Entering the wormhole now, leave the hangers at my signal.” Lance took a trembling breath, as he felt hot in the cold air surrounding him. Blue comforts his worried thoughts. ‘He can do this! He will do this! Common Lance, just hold yourself together,’ the blue boy thought.

Taking a deep breath he awaited orders. As expected Shiro's intellectual voice broke through the silent static. “Since Black and Yellow are the biggest we have more room, so we will collect the rebels. Blue, Green, and Red distract and destroy as many galra as you can.”

Everyone signaled their agreements, preparing for Alluras signal. Lance readjust his grip on Blue’s controls, preparing for take off. The castle com system crackled to life through his helmet.

The angelic voice attached to the woman with a snowy nest upon her head appeared on their consoles, an orange carrot running around in the background flipping switches. “Paladins,” her authoritative voice commanded attention, “NOW!”

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linaseraphina13 · 6 years

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Preview of Chapter 2 (that pjo au i haven’t updated in like a month lol)

Call dreamed of the stars.

“You should get inside. It’s late,” Alastair’s voice floated out from the porch, batting moths away from his face. Call just hummed. He felt comfortable lying on his back in the grass, fireflies darting in and out of his vision. He didn’t want to ever get up.

Looking up at the night sky, at the moon and the millions of stars and that one airplane blinking in the distance, Call wished he could fly away and live there forever. It would be better than down here in boring old Enoree, where the old people were racist and the kids took pleasure in wailing on those unfortunate enough to look the way Call did. Like they could beat the Mexican out of him until he started looking, acting, and talking like them.

The grass rustled and Alastair settled down beside him, bones creaking and sighing like his joints needed grease. Sometimes Call thought his dad was like one of the many old cars he worked on. Rusty, broken down, and perpetually covered in motor oil.

“What’s wrong,” Alastair asked gruffly. His voice was always gruff. And tinted with a slight accent that made him sound like a bad guy in an old Western film.

Call just shrugged. He didn’t like to share his emotions that much. He was like his father that way. “Nothin’. Just stargazing.”

“Stargazing,” he repeated at length, then let out a sigh. He did that a lot when he talked to Call, like he was trying to figure out the mystery that was his son. “You’re just like your mother. Always looking at places you can never be. Always looking for a place to escape to.”

They didn’t talk about his mom much. Call picked at a loose thread in his jeans. “Do you think she’s watching over us right now?”

“What, from the stars?” Call nodded. He chuckled. “Probably. That seems like something she would do, huh?”

Call didn’t know if that was something she would do. He didn’t know anything about his mother, who left when he was a baby. There were no pictures, no clothes, no evidence that she’d even been in his life at all. Sometimes he wondered if she was dead.

But he knew better. Alastair didn’t talk about her much, but when he did, it was always in the present tense. Never past tense. Like he expected her to walk back through the door any day now.

He cleared his throat like he was gearing up to say something important. Call waited patiently. He uttered, “You came home with a busted lip.”

It was a statement. Not a question.

“Yeah.” He ran a tongue over the cut, which had already scabbed over. “Some kid tripped me in the hallway. Hit my face on the water fountain.”

Alastair hummed. “You kick his ass?”

“I got my knuckles wet before I punched him. Like you said,” Call told him. “It stung him real bad. He cried like a baby.”

Most fathers would frown at this type of behavior, but Alastair just nodded resolutely. “Good. You make sure those punks know what happens when they mess with you.” His gaze softened. “You need ice or something?”

“Nah. Doesn’t hurt anymore.” This was a lie. It still throbbed every time he talked, but Call didn’t want to seem weak in front of his father. “Besides,” he grinned wickedly. “Battle scars.”

“Battle scars.” He clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder and then stood with some difficulty. “Just don’t get into anymore fights. If you get expelled again I’m going to have to send you off to that Catholic school you hate so much.”

“We’re not even Catholic,” he muttered, but he stood as well. He knew a threat when he heard one. It was an unspoken warning, not born from malice, but more because it was the only option they had left. Call hated that he was causing his father to spend so much money on him, whether it be from medical bills or paying for stuff he’d broken, but his dad never complained. Not once. Call was lucky to have him.

“Let’s get inside,” said Alastair, and led his son into their tiny farmhouse. The stars twinkled above the clouds. Call liked to imagine that meant his mom was winking at him.

Five hours later Call woke up to utter chaos.

He heard yelling, footsteps, the obvious sound of panic as people rushed back and forth. Shadows danced across his eyelids. Call felt unnaturally cold, like the air was crisper than it should’ve been.

“...can’t believe this,” a voice was saying quite loudly, clearly vexed. “Like, gods, six Empousa? It’s a miracle we even made it out alive! What next, all three Furies and a flock of Stymphalian birds?”

Call’s head hurt. His leg hurt. But, most of all, his stomach felt like someone had ripped it open, laid his organs out, and put them in ascending alphabetical order. The pain was unbearable. He felt like he was going to die.

“Is he going to be okay?,” another voice asked anxiously, this one closer than the others. Someone gave a response, but it sounded muffled to him, like his ears were filled with cotton.

A hand pressed to his forehead and Call reflexively smacked it away. More mumbling.

“Unclaimed. Greek. Moderately powerful,” a third voice muttered, then went softer as it addressed him, “Hey little guy, it’s alright. How are you feeling? Can you look at me please?”

Call opened his eyes.

Through the foggy vision, he could see an unfamiliar teenage boy bending over him; older, blond, who sort of looked like what you would get if you brought one of those Greek statues to life and gave it a military haircut. He also seemed to be covered in some sort of weird yellow blanket.

Wait, no. Not a blanket. As his vision cleared, Call came to the sudden realization that he was, in fact, surrounded by a pair of giant golden wings.

“Oh, thank goodness. You lost quite a lot of blood there,” said the boy, whom said giant golden wings belonged to. And it might’ve been because he still couldn’t see clearly and because the setting sun was providing a lot of good lighting here, but Call could’ve sworn up and down that the boy in front of him looked like a divine being of God coming to take him away to the gates of Heaven themselves.

“Are you an angel?,” Call asked stupidly.

“Uh.” The winged blond jolted a little, like a very startled bird.

“Oh, give me a break,” someone else said, pushing themselves through until they were standing directly in front of Call, and shoved something under his nose. “Here. Eat this, it’ll make you less stupid.”

Call instinctively shied away. “What is that?,” he slurred. “A pot brownie?”

“A pot brownie,” came the incredulous whisper. “Gods above. Kid, just take it.”

Before he knew what was happening, rough hands were shoving a square of food into his mouth and he choked on it before he remembered to chew. An explosion of flavor danced across his tongue, the distinct taste of black coffee and his father’s homemade pecan pie filling his senses. Normally the two flavors together would be terrible, but right now it tasted like the best thing in the world.

He coughed and sat up, feeling marginally less sore. “What was that?”

“Ambrosia, food for the gods. Think you can form a coherent sentence now, tough guy?”

Call found that he could. The pain in his stomach had somehow lessened until it was a barely tangible ache in his lower abdomen. He struggled to take in his surroundings.

He noticed that there were two boys in front of him; one tall and blond (the one with wings) wearing a purple t-shirt and some weird looking armor, and the other one very short and wearing an orange t-shirt that clashed horribly with his bright red hair. While the blond one was looking at him in worry, the other had just stood up and was scowling at Call like he’d personally offended his mother.

“Ah. The zombie lives,” orange t-shirt said flatly. “You drool in your sleep, did you know that?”

“Who-” Call coughed and sat up. “Who are you?”

The boy snorted. “Good question. Counter argument: who are you?”

Call felt the fabric of his clothes shift and scrape against something on his stomach. Panicked, his hand flew to his stomach, but he was surprised to find it no longer bleeding from an open wound, although there was a fair amount of dried blood on his uniform. From the rips in the fabric he could see three scabbed over stitches going up his abdomen.

Wings said, “Hope you don’t mind us stitching you up. You were loosing a lot of blood and we didn’t have enough time to take you to a hospital. But Elliot did a pretty nice job, so it shouldn’t scar.”

Call blinked. That probably wasn’t safe. “Uh. Thanks?”

Elliot, the redhead, harrumphed. “Yeah, well, next time if you’re going to bleed out, try doing it somewhere far away from us.”

I’ll have this chapter out soon, I’ve just been having a bit of writer’s block with this^^^ one scene. Everything else is finished tho lol

#also hell yeah elliot and luke!!!#my sons!!!#magisterium #in other lands #callum hunt #aaron stewart #elliot shafer #luke sunborn #that pjo fic that i'm obligated to write now i guess #tamara wont show up until chapter three soz #but we find out who aaron's godly parent is in this one!!!

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Run to your mommy.

The Power Rangers crashed almost completely limp against the wall.

With a surprisingly synchronized group groan, they went through it and landed on the floor.

“You pests aren’t even worth my time!” The monster yelled. “Stay out of my way, losers!” And with that, he went away.

The Power Rangers got back on their feet with great difficulty.

“He’s gone!” Theo let this teammates know, despite it being obvious.

“We need to stop him!” Lily added, also pointing out the obvious.

“We didn’t even scratch him!” Added Dom to the festival of obviousness.

“What do we do now?” Casey asked RJ.

The violet ranger shook his head, looking down. “Let’s go home, we need to regroup.”

Once back in the loft, RJ gave each of them an ice pack and pressed his own against his ribs. He sat on his chair with a grimace, looking at the others: nothing but sad faces and broken spirits there.

Their defeat hadn’t only been hard on their bodies, it had also had an impact on their minds. They sat on the puffs around him, completely silent, except for the occasional hiss of pain.

“They keep getting stronger and we don’t!” Casey almost yelled desperately.

“Case,” RJ started, but realized he had nothing to tell him, so he just sighed.

“He’s right,” Theo added. “It’s like nothing we do gets us on their level! We even have the two of you on our side now! How are we supposed to defeat Dai Shi by ourselves if we can’t defeat a Rin Shi with your help?!”

“That wasn’t a Rin Shi,” Lily mumbled. “It was a Phantom Beast General.”

Bless her, always looking at the bright side and refusing to sink in the pity pit.

Dom looked at RJ. “Hey, man,” he started. RJ took a deep breath and tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. “It’s not that you’re not doing your part...”

The other three immediately looked at RJ with concerned faces. Not for a moment did any of them consider they might be hurting his feelings with their comments. The master took a deep breath through his nose and pursed his lips, but said nothing.

“RJ, we didn’t mean to--”

“Yeah, it’s not that you’re not--”

“You’re a great master--”

RJ raised a hand to quiet them. “I know. You are all doing your part too. You all work very hard.”

“You work hard too,” Casey insisted. “We wouldn’t be here if not for you.”

RJ raised two fingers again, nodding without comment.

The truth was he was feeling his own spirit crushed. He felt so inadequate as a master at the moment, seeing how his students were losing the one battle he was supposed to be training them for. He wouldn’t admit it to their faces, but he felt he was failing terribly as their master.

“We don’t have time to mop about,” Casey said. “We need to do something. What should we do?”

“For now, lick our wounds,” RJ whispered so softly it was hard to hear him.

“Lick our wounds? We are the protectors of humankind, RJ, it’s not like we can run to our mommies!” Casey insisted.

Theo, Lily and Dom nodded in agreement of their leader. RJ, however, pursed his lips again, in a clear thinking expression.

“That’s a great idea, Casey.”

“WHAT?”

“Let’s do just that. Let’s run to our mommies.”

He looked around at the shocked faces of the three Chosen Protectors, and the uncomfortable expression in Dom’s face, in response to his suggestion. He understood Dom’s attitude, he didn’t feel exactly like running to his own mother either, but it may just be the soul-soothing thing they needed.

Well, except for Dom.

And him.

But it was bound to work for the other three.

“Just to be sure, did you just instruct me to run home... to my mom?” Casey asked him.

“To your mommy, yes.”

“Ok, let’s suppose we actually agree to do that--”

“Suppose?” RJ repeated with a chuckle. “It’s an instruction from your master.”

“You ACTUALLY expect us to run to our mothers?!” Casey asked him.

“Ok, let’s leave something clear here,” RJ started, sitting as straight as he could with his bruised ribs. “I may not be very good at it, but I am your master.”

Lily opened her mouth to say something but Casey interrupted her: “You realize what you’re saying, right?”

“If the instruction to go home and spend the afternoon with your mothers came from Master Mao, would you be second guessing it?” RJ asked all of them.

Lily, Theo and Dom shook their heads ever so slightly. Casey looked around, shocked.

“Are you all serious?!” He asked angrily.

“Casey, I may not wear the robes or play the part, but I AM a Pai Zhua master,” RJ said, showing Casey his stripes. “And you are my students,” Casey opened his mouth to interrupt him again, but Lily grabbed his wrist and he stayed quiet. “And I instructed you to go home and talk to your mothers.”

The other four just sat there, looking uncomfortable.

“Did I stutter?” RJ asked irritated, e was on the verge of losing his temper and they weren’t helping. “Why are you still here? Go!”

The three Protectors got on their feet promptly and disappeared in the direction of their bedrooms. RJ closed his eyes, grimaced and took a deep breath, trying to regain his calm attitude.

“RJ, man,” Dom started. RJ opened his eyes, shocked that he was still there. “I’m sorry I haven’t been very... respectful to you as a master but--”

“You’re not my student, Dom. You’re my friend.”

“I’m still a Pai Zhua student and you are a master. It’s just hard for me to see you as a figure of authority, when I left, we were equals and--”

“Dom, you are not my student.”

“I am now.” Dom got up and walked up to RJ’s chair, looking at the floor. “I... I can’t go home to my mother because--”

“I know Dom.”

“What do you want me to do, then?”

“Call her.”

“She will hang up, RJ.”

“Call again.”

“I have written to her, you know? Sent her postcards. She has never replied. I think she doesn’t want to know anything about me.”

“Dom, she’s your mother. She loves you, that’s the only certainty you’ll have in your life.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Just call her.”

“What about you?” Dom asked.

“I don’t have to run to my mommy,” RJ said with a shrug. “Nobody ordered me to,” he said, still in a somber mood. Dom walked towards his own room, leaving the wolf master to lick his emotional wounds in his chair.

Casey walked out of his room a minute later, wearing normal clothes. He saw RJ was still sitting in his chair, still wearing his training gear. He walked up to the chair and stood next to RJ, tapping his foot. RJ looked up to see he was crossed-armed and scowling.

“can I help you?”

“You told me I’m the leader of this team, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you are a part of this team, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” RJ answered hesitantly.

“Well, then, as your leader, I instruct you to run to your mother.”

“Casey--”

“You are my master and you gave me an instruction. I will obey you, even if I don’t see the point. As your leader, I’m instructing you to go to your mother too.”

“Casey, I don’t--”

“Did you or did you not make me the leader of this team?”

RJ took another deep breath and swallowed hard. “Whatever you say,” he said, getting up. “Leader.”

He walked past Casey in the direction of his bedroom.

Lily walked towards Casey and put a hand on his shoulder. “Casey, you need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“He feels bad enough,” Lily said. “Without you challenging him every chance you get.”

Casey looked at her and just shook his head, walking towards the door.

Theo and Lily left shortly after him.

A few minutes later, RJ walked out of his bedroom, and found Dom standing by the phone, swallowing hard and clenching and unclenching his fists, looking at the device as if it were about to jump up and bite him.

“Dom,” RJ called. Dom looked up and saw RJ was wearing his best clothes. His very best clothes, and had picked his hair back in a ponytail.

He sniffed. “Are you wearing cologne?” He asked his friend.

“Perfume,” RJ whispered, obviously embarrassed. “Dom, I know this is a hard task to fulfill, you don’t have to do it, you are not my student.”

“No, it’s alright. I... I need to.”

“Well, if you decide to do it, you can sit on my chair if you want to,” RJ offered. “Just this once.”

Dom smiled at him and sat on the green chair. “I could get used to sitting here!”

“Just this once!” RJ called from the door and closed it behind him.

He got in his delivery jeep and drove north, to the part of town where the richest of the rich lived in Ocean Bluff.

He hadn’t been in that area in a long time, and it had barely changed since he last saw it. The same exaggerated driveways, the same rows of trees lining the streets, the same peeks at the large mansions built in the middle of huge estates.

He encountered a change he wasn’t expecting when he drove up to his parents’ estate. It had a black gate that completely blocked the view of the estate and a security guard that weren’t there the last time he had been.

“Can I help you, sir?” The guard asked, approaching RJ’s jeep.

‘Yes, I grew up in this house and I’m here to talk to my mother who probably has spent the last seven years regretting the day she adopted me. Please let me in.’ RJ answered mentally.

“I’m here to see Maura James,” he told the guard out loud, trying to smile and failing.

“Is she expecting you?”

‘Not in a million years.’

“No, I don’t have an appointment,” he told the guard. “I’m here in the hopes she can spare me a few minutes.”

“What’s your name?”

“Robert.”

“Robert what, sir?”

“Just tell her Robert is here to see her,” RJ told the man, averting his gaze.

The man went back to his post and talked on the phone for a minute. He threw RJ a suspicious look and opened the gate after he hung up.

‘You must be new.’

He drove all the way to the house and parked in the driveway. He put his keys in his back pocket and, as he was walking up to the house, he saw her walk out.

She was just like he remembered her: elegant, beautiful, his mother.

His only mother.

“Robert?” She asked him as he approached.

“Surprise?” He told her, stopping a couple of feet from her.

Much to HIS surprise, Maura James took the few steps that separated them and hugged him as tight as she could.

“My boy! My baby! You’re home!” She told him, kissing him on the cheek and the forehead repeatedly. “You’re here! You’re really here!”

“Eh, mom?” RJ asked, confused. He had been expecting her to tell him to leave and never come back.

“I have missed you so much!” She told him and kissed him on the forehead again.

“Mom?” RJ asked again.

“Do you need anything?” She asked him. There it was, the unavoidable offering of money. “Tea? Water? A place to stay?”

RJ looked at her as if she were a victim of the body snatchers. “Mom, are you alright?” He asked, just to make sure. The lack of offers of money was disturbing him slightly.

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” She assured him, but she was crying.

“You’re crying--”

“Happy tears, baby,” she told him with a smile. She kissed him on the cheek again. “Let’s go to the back. You will love what we did to the backyard!”

He followed her through the manor, the house he had grown up in, the same kitchen he used to roam when he was hungry after studying for hours, the same living room where he sat faking smiles while all of his mother’s friends commented how good looking and well behaved he was.

His childhood home.

The backyard was different and he did like it very much. They had redone the pool and had planted a lot of trees. It was not the same backyards were his mother held the never ending tea parties where she paraded him around like her favorite public relations tool.

“Wow...” He whispered.

“Yes, it’s lovely, isn’t it?” She told him. “It makes the tea parties harder to hold but at the same time so much fresher.”

“You still hold those?”

“Of course, it’s good to have the friends over every now and then. Everybody asked about you for a while but then they understood we just--” she shut her mouth and licked her lips, the same RJ did when he was nervous.

He smiled. “Didn’t want to talk about it.” He told her.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a fun topic, was it? Our only son leaving us because he didn’t feel loved enough.”

RJ looked at her and realized he had been wrong when he had first seen her. She wasn’t the same. She looked the same, but she had changed a lot since he had last talked to her.

“Mom, I didn’t--”

“Yes, you did. You felt unloved and forgotten, like an old toy. I heard you say I hadn’t adopted you, I had purchased you.”

“Those were the meaningless words of an angry teenager, mom.”

“No,” she took his hand and kissed it. “Those were the honest words of a hurt boy,” she caressed his cheek. “A hurt boy who wasn’t all that wrong.”

“Mom, you and dad loved me, I know that.”

“We still do.”

“I know. Haven’t you talked to dad lately?”

“He mentioned during breakfast he was back in touch with you,” she said, letting go of his hand. “I must admit I had never felt so jealous in my entire life.”

“I didn’t look for him--”

“I know. It had to do with the kung fu thing,” she dismissed with a hand gesture. “But you got in touch with him. You saved his life.”

“Well, he’s my father. I would have saved you if I had had the chance.”

She smiled at him and he smiled back.

She walked to the patio furniture and sat on the couch. He sat next to her, looking at the sun glistening on the pool water.

“So, did you find her?” She asked after a short silence.

“Find who?”

“Your mother,” she said, also looking fixedly at the water. “Isn’t that why you left? To find your real parents?”

RJ shook his head. “Mom, I only have two parents,” he turned to look at her and took her hand in both of his. “Maura and Albert James are my parents, I don’t have any other parents.”

“Well, there’s your--”

RJ took her hand and kissed it. “I don’t have any other parents,” he repeated. “You are my only mother and dad is my only father. I never had the intention of finding the woman who made me a heroin addict before I was born and then abandoned me in a hospital. She’s not my mother in any way. You, the woman who heard me cry over all the other noises in that ER, the woman who moved Heaven and Earth to give me a chance in life, are my mother.”

Her eyes had welled up and he hugged her tightly.

“I left to find myself, mom, who I was without the last name, the connections, the fortune,” he let go of her and looked into her eyes. “I left to find who Robert was, once all those things were gone.”

“Your father said you graduated from college but you never touched your trust fund--”

“I got a scholarship, mom, my grades were perfect.”

“Where have you been living? Working? What have you been eating?”

“I found myself a great place to live. I own a pizza parlor and I eat food, like everybody else.”

She ran her fingers through his hair. “This is...” She let her fingers slide over his stubble.

“It’s Robert, once everything else is gone.”

“You are not fooling me,” She told him, running her hand over his shirt. “This isn’t who you are, you don’t wear this shirt often.”

“No,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“Or those pants.”

“Nope.”

“Why are you here, Robert?” She asked point blank.

He took a moment to answer. “I had a terrible few years and I just wanted to run to my mommy in hopes she can kiss the terrible things away.” He shrugged and she laughed.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, why don’t you put your head on my lap like you used to and tell me everything about it?”

“You promise you won’t be upset?”

“It depends on what you have to tell me.”

“Promise me.”

“Fine, I promise.”

RJ sat on the floor and put his head on her lap. She took off his scrunchie and ran her hand through his hair. He told her everything he could think of about his life since he had walked out of the mansion with nothing but a backpack full of clothes. He told her about the time he spent in college, the training to be a master and then to be the Chosen Protectors’ master, the setting up the restaurant and how hard he had had to work to make it take off. He told her about his students and how he was now training Casey with his father.

She kept stroking his hair, asking questions to make him keep going when he stopped.

He finally told her about the last battle and the last conversation he had had with his students.

“Do you think I’m a terrible master?” He asked her, looking up at her.

“No.”

“Mom.”

“Well, fine, there’s room for improvement since you don’t seem to be meeting your goals, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you’re very smart.”

“I don’t want to push too hard but--”

“Perhaps the worst you can do is not push hard enough, baby.”

She had lemonade brought to them and RJ just sat there, feeling his mother caressing his hair until he felt everything was going to be alright.

It was night when he returned to his loft and he felt a lot better. It had been a great idea to go and talk to his mother. He opened the door and found the other four talking animatedly.

“There he is!” Lily said when he walked in. She hugged him. “Thank you! That was a great idea! I didn’t know I missed my mother so much!”

“Yeah, it was a good plan,” Theo said.

“You really know what you’re doing,” Casey told him with a smile. “I’m sorry if I came off as defiant or disrespectful, I didn’t mean to.”

RJ smiled. “Thank you, Casey” he said with a nod. “I hadn’t noticed how much I needed to see my mother again.”

“You went to see your mother too?” Theo asked in absolute disbelief.

“I was ordered to,” RJ pointed at Casey. “By my leader.”

Dom approached RJ and hugged him. It took him all but two seconds to start sobbing. RJ hugged him back but said nothing.

“She didn’t hang up,” Dom told him. “She was happy to hear from me.”

“I told you.”

“How did it go for you?” Dom asked.

“She was very happy to see me too,” RJ let go off Dom and rolled up his sleeves mechanically. “Now, we need to come up with a plan to stop that Phantom Beast once and for all.”

“Yeah!” The other yelled as one.

“We can do it, guys!” Lily said. “I know we can!”

“Yeah, we are the Chosen Protectors!” Theo said.

“No,” Casey said, his eyes moving from RJ to Dom and back. “We are the Power Rangers.”

#Fanfiction #fanfic #power rangers jungle fury #mommy dearest #run to your mommy

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