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l-eternity-l · 1 year

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-Loving You

summary. - when a young lady has a little bit too much to drink, a certain singer comes to her rescue.

pairing. - Elvis x Black OC

warnings. - age gap, alcohol, creepy dude

word count. - 3k

author's note. - ahhh okay guys this is my first fic. I'm honestly thinking about turning this into a long series because I already have an idea for a few more chapters. The only thing is I don't know what name to give the character so I literally just named her after me, but I really want to change it. I hope you guys enjoy!!! (also feel free to send request!!)

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MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE 1957 The Country Club

MERCEDES clapped her hands together as her brothers finished rehearsing their new hit song.

"You guys sound great," she tells her brothers as people walk onto the little stage at the front of the building, fixing the boy's microphones and retuning instruments.

"We did just as expected" Luther breathed out "everyone was off-key, not to mention Raymond forgot the damn words" he takes a quick sip of his water before handing it to Mercedes.

"Oh, can it Luther!" Raymond speaks up "why don't you focus on whatever the hell you need to do and stay the hell outta my business" Luther sends him a harsh glare.

"This is my business Raymond, fuck it's all of our business. These people pay us to put on a good show".

"Okay, so what!" Raymond becomes more frustrated by the second "all you ever wanna do is please some white man by dancing and singing like a damn fool, you ever realize I don't put effort into this shit because I don't care!" he throws his water onto the ground before storming off the stage. Mercedes sighs.

"Why do you guys always have to do this" before her brother can respond she keeps going "always doin' something right before you have to perform. you know he may not be coming back" Luther shrugs.

As far as everyone was concerned, Luther cared more about the music industry than anyone in the world-- blasting music and putting his all into everything the band did.

He played the instruments, mixed the records, and wrote most of the lyrics. people may say that he takes some things too seriously but Luther never cared--he was going to be a star and no one would hold him back from that. not even his own family.

"As if we need him, if push comes to shove we pull you up here and make Jerome a back up".

"Hey" Jerome yells out "don't punish me for what ray did" Luther just shrugs him off, walking over to his brother Ronnie "Raymond just needs a second to calm down, he’ll come back after he's had a smoke" The boy tries his best to reason with his angry brother.

Jerome and Mercedes were less than a year apart, their parents not being able to wait another second to try for a girl.

Even though he's one of the lead singers, people still tend to forget about him, especially his mother.

Jerome has no interest in being famous--by the time he was born his brother had already started their carer singing outside of their father's barbershop to bring attention to it. Jerome's real dream is to become a pilot --singing is just a small hobby to him.

"I don't know why you ain't performing now Sadie" Ronnie speaks up causing the young girl to roll her eyes and lean up against the stage with her arms crossed.

"Because the women specifically asked for a male quartet. those poor girls have a hard enough time keeping their men from cheating under their own roof, much less outside of it" she picks at the skin around her nails in boredom.

Mercedes has always been the most outspoken of the siblings, the exact opposite of what her mother wants from her. The only one their mother actually likes is Ronnie.

Ronnie is the quiet sibling, he does whatever his mother says--doesn't matter if it's something small as bringing her the TV remote that's right next to her, or big as donating a kidney, Ronnie would do it in a heartbeat.

Even though he does all of this for his mother, it doesn't save him from being called ungrateful and useless--but that's just how things went in the Estelle household.

"If it were up to me you'd replace Raymond right now, he's sloppy and he doesn't care about anything or anyone," Ronnie says fixing his bow tie in the reflection of a mirror.

In the boys' defense, Raymond has been causing issues lately. if he's not showing up to rehearse late then he's off with some girl, it drives their mom crazy, which only causes her to snap at the rest of them.

Raymond wasn't always like this. As a child, he was charming and loved to sing and dance when company came over. it wasn't until his mom and dad started fighting, he came a little devil.

Raymond has gone through more than the other siblings--having to be the one who dealt with their mom and her outburst when dad had got done beating on her. When their dad had just died and their mom left, Raymond was the one to take care of everyone.

After all these years, Raymond's care for anyone but himself faded, and so did his relationship with his family.

"You know mama wouldn't let that happen. He has a great voice, he just doesn't like to perform. Thinks it's silly" Mercedes reminds her brother "besides, he's just angry because it's gettin' late and he ain't had dinner yet".

"Well, he needs to get over it because people are gonna start showin' up soon. We've only got a few minutes of rehearsal time left" the girl pushes off of the stage.

"I'll go try and find him, you guys just keep practicing".

...

Mercedes wanders around the expensive country club in an attempt to find her oldest brother.

After what felt like hours but was only a couple of minutes, she found him leaning against their car with a freshly lit cigarette between his lips.

"I ain't goin' back in there" Raymond starts before his sister even gets the chance to speak "I ain't gonna make a fool of myself for all of those people. singin' bout love and rainbows and girls all while swayin' back and forth and dancin'".

He takes a long drag of smoke before continuing "I'm gonna quit and tell momma to go get somebody else to do it. I ain't doin' this shit no more!".

"Are you done," Mercedes ask, unamused by his outburst "because you have a show to do and all of your brothers are waiting on you to stop throwing yourself a pity party" he shakes his head.

"You're just as bad as the rest of them Sadie. if you think doing dumb shit like this is what's gonna help us be famous then you go and do it. I know father wouldn't have wanted this for us, he wanted us to be stars, not clowns" he take another long drag "and I ain't gonna be a clown no more".

"I don't care what you wanna do or what you don't wanna do, it's about what you gotta do. Fathers gone and Mommas crazy, we gotta make ends meet somehow" the boy tosses his cigarette on the ground and crushes it with his heel.

"I can't keep on doin' this stuff Sadie. I wanna be able to do what I want with my life, not what momma wants." Much as Mercedes wanted to tell her brother he could do that, she also didn't want to lie to him.

"Look I don't like the way momma does stuff around here either, but as long as we live under her roof, we have to do what she says." he runs his hand through his thick hair "We need you ray" she places his hand on his arm "Only for a few more years, then we can stop doing shows and just make music" he lets out a long sigh.

"Let's just head back," he slides his hands in his pockets and starts to walk away from the car, Mercedes next to him "Mamas gonna be here in a few minutes and if I'm not there she'll just take it out on y'all".

"See now you're using your brain" his large hand forcefully shoves her away from him "Oww, what the hell-".

"Go find somethin' to do while we rehearse, you look like you wanna put a pistol in your mouth just sitting there".

If Mercedes was being completely honest, her brother wasn't wrong. they've all performed together since childhood, her and Jerome switching who'd lead, often doing duets. Any time Mercedes didn't get the chance to perform she felt an extreme sense of jealousy. Her mother only ever took her out saying it looked better with the boys singing, the boys are too tall and she doesn't fit in, and that four people on stage looked better than five. All this did was make Mercedes want to perform more.

Mercedes and her mother didn't have the most loving relationship. After Luther was born, all Her dad ever talked about was having a girl-- after begging for years she agreed but they had another boy. This only fueled his want for a little girl more and they immediately had another child, even though Grace never wanted more than 3 kids. Soon after Mercedes was born, her father passed away from an unknown illness-- leaving her mother alone with 5 kids. Because of this Grace had resented her youngest child for years. Mercedes being unruly and never taking no for answer, only made this situation worse.

She walked around the country club for a few minutes, trying to find something to cure her growing boredom. She feels an arm brush against her and quickly moves over to give the person more room, only they don't walk away. Mercedes glances up at the culprit. The man was older, maybe 25-35, with jet-black hair that was combed over and slicked down. you could see the gel glistening from the lights. He held a cigarette in his hand and sported a kind yet devious smirk.

"I'm sorry sir" Mercedes voices, quick to apologize in an attempt to avoid conflict. he waves his hand as if to dismiss her apology.

"Don't worry honey, it was my fault. What are you doin' here anyways" his gentle voice surprised Mercedes. Though the girl has never had a bad interaction with a white person before, she had heard many war stories of what her people go through on a daily basis-- this lead her to avoid them as much as humanly possible. "don't seem like the kind of place you'd find a nice young lady such as yourself," thought every cell in Mercedes's body told her to run away from the man, something else was begging her to stay--to figure out what it was this man wanted.

"I'm here with my brothers, they're performing tonight" he slowly nods his head.

"And they left you all alone out here, all by yourself" he sets his hand on her arm, a gesture that would normally make her pull away with fear, but the kind smile on his face seemed to soothe the thoughts that ran through her head.

"What? don't think I can take of myself" she says dripping with fake innocence. his smile grows.

"Oh the exact opposite," he moves his arm around to the small of her back, leading her away from where they stood "Why don't you come sit with me and my friends while you wait for your brothers, they're right over here," thought the situation feels off, Mercedes doesn't really have anything else to do at this party-- Not to mention, she loves the thrill of a little danger.

...

Surprisingly, she ends up having a good time, talking to the men along with some of their girlfriends. They talk about music and performing while they sip on their expensive drinks. the night was going well and her brothers were putting on a good show, even though Raymond looked like he wanted to die the entire time. She sat beside the man she had met earlier, James. He had his arm resting on the back of her chair as he bragged about his yacht club and how much his soap company makes in a month. Even though Mercedes couldn't give a shit about his boat and his money, she did enjoy the drinks that the man kept handing her, Loving the burn of her stomach as she sipped on the fruity cocktails. One of the boy's songs comes to an end as Mercedes laughs at another one James' corny jokes. normally she wouldn't have, but her intoxication could make her laugh at a blank wall.

"So," he pulls the drink away from her lips "why don't we get out of here" he runs his course hand up and down her knee, going a bit further each time "we should head someplace a bit more private". though Mercedes was so out of it she could barely form a sentence, she knew when something sounded sketchy. and in that very moment, she realized just how close he was to her. she clears her throat, sliding her chair a bit further away.

"Yeah," she pushes his hand off of her leg, "I think I'm gonna have to pass on that" She lets out a nervous giggle as she takes another sip of her drink.

"Don't be like that, I bought you all of these drinks and you're not gonna give me something in return" he leans to place a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear "Come on baby, I'll take you to my boat."

"Sorry Captian, guess I'm not the girl you took me for" the man plasters on a fake smile, sliding his hand back onto her knee.

"Why don't you have another drink, maybe then you'll change your mind" she pushes him off again, the chair letting out a loud cry as she stands with haste.

"I've gotta go check on my brothers, I'll be back later" Mercedes says in an attempt to remove herself from the situation. She shoots the others at the table a quick smile before she quickly maneuvers her way through the crowd with unsteady feet, using the wall as a crutch. A sea of various people occupied the dance floor as she tries her best to make it to a less crowded area. The girl spots some public restrooms not too far away and makes her way toward them, stumbling with every step. Once she's there she lies against the side of the building before sinking to the plush grass, resting her head against the smooth concrete wall, a nauseating feeling overcoming her. Mercedes knew that people got drunk, hell she had to carry Raymond back into the house several times, but what she didn't know was how it felt. Her vision was clouded and her head was pounding. it felt as though her world was spinning. For a second, she even wondered if the man had slipped something inside her drink. The distant sounds of toilets flushing could be heard as she tried her best to regain her composure.

"You okay there?" a southern voice draws her out of her dazed state. Mercedes looks up to yet another white man with slicked-back hair, only this time it was a bit longer and more in his face. though she felt like she really shouldn't be talking to him, the alcohol had clouded her judgment.

"Umm... no. I don't know" Mercedes drops her head into her hands "I drank," she tells him.

He lets out a slight chuckle "Well I can see that" he sits down next to her, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here all alone?" he asks. Mercedes knows this trick all too well--in fact, she had experienced this trick less than two hours ago.

"I ain't gonna leave with you" her words slurred together, getting to the point as soon as possible.

"I ain't tryna take you anywhere honey, just wanted to make sure you aren't here alone. My name is Elvis, what's yours?".

"Sadie, and I'm not alone, 'm here with my mom and my brothers. There performing tonight." he hums.

"Your brothers are the Estelle's" the girl nods "I used to play basketball with them. I remember when you were just a baby. Your momma let you drink at this age?" he asked tilting his head. she shakes no.

"No, she doesn't. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her" he raises his brows, amused at the girl's response.

"Guess no one can tell you anything huh?" Elvis's voice was laced with sarcasm. Mercedes- not finding his little joke too funny, rolls her eyes.

"What do you want" you'd swear you could see the annoyance radiating from the girl's body.

"As I said before, I just wanna make sure you're okay" The girl scoffs as she tries to push herself back to her feet, failing miserably. Luckily Elvis helped her before she slid back down the wall.

"Well, you can go find some other dame to save because I'm fine" The amusing thing is that Mercedes is definitely not fine, seeing as the only thing holding her up is Elvis.

"I'll believe that when hell freezes over." he moves her arm around his shoulder for support before he leads begins to lead her away from the restrooms "Don't worry little girl, I'm gonna take you to your momma" she immediately starts to resist against his attempts to move.

"No!" she says franticly "Are you crazy? If she finds out she'll beat me 'till I'm black and blue" Elvis stops for a moment, trying to think of a better option.

"Okay, then I'll go get your brothers. How 'bout that?" Elvis offers.

"No they'll kill me too " she argues "If they find out I was talking to a man they'd...they'd...oh, I don't know what they'd do but I know it wouldn't be pretty."

"Look I gotta tell somebody, I can't just leave you sitting here drunk outta your mind!" Mercedes lets out a frustrated sigh "I don't care how mad it makes you you've gotta chose somebody. So who will it be? Your brothers or your mom?" Though both options sounded like a death wish, she knew that her brothers wouldn't lay a hand on her-- the most they would do is yell at her for a few hours and act distant for a day or two.

"My brothers have an intermission in a few minutes, they usually smoke by the car." Mercedes reluctantly tells him, slightly pissed at the fact he's so hell-bent on getting her in trouble today.

PART TWO IS POSTED!!

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hella1975 · 1 year

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weird that we don’t talk about clap for carers anymore like we all just stood outside in the cold clapping for the nhs every thursday as if that wasn’t fucking strange

#and it’d be the first time we’d seen our neighbours in days lmao #god i fucking HATED doing this and my mum did too but she was like ‘we have to show face’#like not being funny what’s the small rural village i live in going to contribute to the nhs by clapping #in fact what did ANYONE contribute by clapping #bojo said no i will not support the nhs but I’ll give them a lil round of applause #no i won’t brush my hair for it though #weird fucking times man lockdown was a fever dream

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birdofmay · 9 months

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how do you calm down/prevent overwhelm / similar things?

(includes what other people do ofc)

To unwind or ground myself when it's a little overwhelming but not that bad yet, I do this

and other breathing techniques.

This playlist helps when there was too much auditory input (you can still see the songs if you don't have Spotify):

Otherwise:

a strict bedtime routine plus melatonin to ensure I get at least 7 hours of sleep (less than 7 hours normally means that I can't leave the house)

after I was outside: mandatory nap in my indoor hammock while listening to either white/brown noise or piano music

staring at my lava lamp soothes my brain

when I'm outside: compression around my arms, legs, and hips. Weighted little sand bags can be added, I need to feel my body

my parents or carers sometimes play "clapping games" with me during breaks, moving rhythmically while focusing on that gives me back control over stimuli

As for the rest, that's mostly the others reacting immediately when they hear or see something that could be overwhelming for me.

#anon ask #long post

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lanceeselhombre · 2 years

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Autistic!Ei HCs

⚠️ Spoilers for Inazuma and her first story quest ⚠️

• Literally 90% of inazuma’s archon quest was about her stubbornly sticking to her black and white ideals

• Tends to be very blunt to the point of being occasionally perceived as rude

• Her inquisitive nature is very neurodiverse. Must know every piece of knowledge possible

• She gets a pass on a lot of things on account of being in Euthymia for so long honestly

• Needs a lot of structure and stability in her day. Any changes need to be made days or weeks in advance.

• Great working memory but has a gap between short term and long term memory. She can remember a conversation she just had for about 5 minutes. After that, absolutely nothing until about an hour later

• Struggles so much with cognitive dissonance every day. Even after beginning to integrate back into current Inazuma and working to learn about what has changed

• Speaking of integrating back into the world: Ei has archons-awful sensory integration and self regulation

• Visual sensory seeking. Her most effective upset stim is playing with sensory jars and watching the glitter spin inside

• Auditory sensory seeking but sensitive and misophonic. Loves music and an assortment of other sounds, but is quickly overwhelmed by bad stimuli

• Tactile/proprioceptive sensory neutral. Doesn’t care for being touched but doesn’t find any texture to be particularly upsetting

• Smell sensory seeking and undersensitive. If she can actually smell something, she will happily sit by the scent’s source for hours

• Her favorite scent is one of the floral candles that is always burning in her home

• Taste sensory seeking. Meals are the best part of the day for her both because of good tasting food and new experiences. Canonically has a weakness for sweets

• Doesn’t meltdown often from sensory stimuli, but melts down almost daily from psychological stressors. Refer above to cognitive dissonance

• Ei’s meltdowns consist exlusively of uncontrollable tears. Yae can see them coming from a kilometer away

• Yae is her carer/aide/service animal in however that works with her being a kitsune familiar and all that. Point being that Ei has a high need for support most days and Yae is the supporter

• Yae mostly helps her with sensory integration/regulation and general self soothing. She notices Ei’s getting upset first most of the time and hands her a sensory jar/distracts her until she feels calm again

• Miko helps Ei regulate happy emotions too! Ei will complete forget to react happily until prompted to happy flap or clap, then it’s big smiles and lots of happy stimming.

• 100% Ei plays with Miko’s ears and tail(s). Fur is a good stim

#actuallyautistic #autism acceptance month #my headcanons #genshin headcanons #fandom headcanons #autism headcanons #autistic headcanon #genshin ei #autistic ei #genshin raiden #other content

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tinytinybumblebee · 2 years

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Okay, but; newborn Viago realizing he's got hands and trying to figure out what to do with them lol!

!!!! Hands are such an amazing thing!! Viago is just stretching out and his lil hand brushes against his face. He is confused by this and just looks at his hand, it's so new!!

Viago definitely just accidentally slaps himself in the face because he doesn't quite understand what hands do- so he cries but his carer or older sibs how him how his hands can do so many things! Like, holding toys, clapping and things of that nature!♡♡♡

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #sfw #wwdits #mailbox

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silly-goose-kid · 2 years

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Komi Can't Communicate hcs + thoughts be im bored :3

Komi is autistic. Like she just is. The non-speaking is obvious, but also her extreme love of cats, difficulty undertsanding social situations and others' feelings, and he fact that her face literally freezes around people. plus other things

Kaede is also autistic and Onemine is her gf and helper/unofficial carer!!!

Najimi is genderfluid (semi-canon??) and they have adhd

TADANO IS LITERALLY SUCH A LIL NERD OKAY?? like he loves mechanics n engineering n shit... he talks to Komi about it a lot

Yamai makes fun of anime fans when she is, in fact, an anime fan

Najimi loves bugs. they have bugs in resin, art of bugs, and keep a few invert pets. It freaks people out but Komi likes holding the docile ones :)

KOMI READS WARRIOR CATS and her sona is a RiverClan cat named Nightglow. She makes Tadano a character too, a ThunderClan cat named Buzzleaf

Katai says yes to snuggles and no to bigotry

Komi's stims include spinning, jumping, clapping/flapping, and humming/squeaking. she also mimics other people when she's comfortable around them

#komi can't communicate

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englishindubellay · 2 months

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ECG 1

THE or no THE ??

La faim est le problème principal dans le monde aujourd'hui, a dit Rosalie. Elle a raison. (un fléau, mourir de faim, une disette, une pénurie, un manque, faire pousser des céréales, des OGM, bio carburants, du soja, du blé, I could eat a horse)

Les USA veulent normaliser leur relation avec l'Iran d'après Tilian Il sait de quoi il parle. (the Foreign Office, David Cameron, the Secretary of State, Antony Blinken, un étranger, un inconnu, un accord)

La France exporte du blé et importe du pétrole, c'est Antoine qui me l'a dit. (des marchandises, délocaliser, expédier, livrer, passer à la douane, trade tariffs, un déficit commercial)

Les oeillets sont les fleurs qu’Edwin aime le mieux. Quel gars romantique ! (a poppy, Poppy Day, daffodils, a forgetmenot, a lily of the valley, a lily, un bouquet, fleuri, ça, c'est le bouquet !)

L'homme a dompté le cheval il y a bien longtemps m'a dit Mahaut qui, soit dit en passant, est une très bonne cavalière. (to fall off, monter à cheval, une selle, un cheval de course, une course de chevaux, une jument, un poulain, a stud, a horse-shoe, a horse-woman, a steed, to saddle up)

Julie pense que les riches ne devraient pas mépriser les pauvres. Je suis complètement d'accord. (la répartition des richesses, combler un fossé, les nantis, les SDF, to sleep rough)

Axelle m'a raconté que la reine Elisabeth, qui était la cheffe du Royaume-Uni, voyageait sur le Queen Elizabeth. (a liner, a deck, to set sail, a mast, un matelot, faire de la voile, to sail across the Channel, to ship goods abroad)

Sara pense que l'arabe et le chinois sont les langues les plus difficiles du monde. (se débrouiller en Italien, apprendre par coeur, une langue maternelle, un pays anglophone)

La dernière fois que j'ai vu Quitterie, c'était la semaine dernière. Elle me manque. (tomber amoureux, to fall out of love with, rompre, a love affair, to have an affair with, to have a crush on someone, it was love at first sight, unrequited love)

La plupart des jeunes aiment la musique et l'alcool selon Estéban Je ne suis pas d'accord. (la biture expresse, to down a vodka, brandy, port, booze, BYOB, a drunkard, un demi-litre)

Ophélie m'a raconté qu'il y a un an, elle a visité le palais de Buckingham, le château de Windsor, le pont de la Tour, les Maisons du Parlement et la Tour de Londres Mais a-t-elle pris le thé avec le Roi ? Je ne crois pas. (to go sight-seeing, to take a tour, un voyagiste, une agence de voyage, réserver en ligne, annuler, are you well-travelled ?)

Gautier trouve que rien n'est fait pour les sourds, les aveugles et les muets. Pourquoi n'écrit-il pas au Président de la République ? (the disabled, a wheelchair, to be hard of hearing, sign language, to have a stutter, specs, to be colour blind)

Allons au cinéma, a dit Lucas. Nous pourrions voir l'histoire du Roi Georges VI, le père de feu la Reine Elisabeth. Ca s'appelle The King's Speech. (la monarchie, the Royals, to reign, to rule, être bègue, the King reigns but does not rule)

Saviez-vous que Mathurin jouait du piano, de la guitare et de la batterie ? Il donnera un concert prochainement. Réservez vite vos billets ! (complet, a venue, une représentation, le public, to boo, to cheer, to clap, applause, une ovation debout, to encore)

Les parents de Martin travaillent dans l'éducation ou dans la santé. Je ne me souviens plus de ce qu'il m'a dit. (a carer, un travailleur social, the NHS, l'Etat nounou, subventioner, to live on benefits, to be on the dole)

Le taux de chômage n'a pas monté en flèche car il y a eu un plan de relance, m'a expliqué Jade. Tu peux lui faire confiance, elle est bonne en économie. (le plein emploi, les 30 glorieuses, a slump, a recovery, double digit inflation, the cost of living crisis)

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qudachuk · 6 months

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Politicians and the royal family took part in the Clap for Carers.

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floaroma-sanctuary · 8 months

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Beau nervously shuffled his note cards, standing behind the curtain off backstage. Another Pokémon carer was up on the stage finishing up their lecture, but their voice wasn't registering to Beau. Moonpie and Linnea sat patiently beside him, one a little more patiently than the other.

The crowd gathered for the lecture clapped before they dismounted the stage. They gave Beau a nod and wished him luck as they passed. He smiled and thanked them, and they were off, presumably to either return to manning their booth or do a follow up Q&A elsewhere.

Beau took a deep breath. No matter how many times he'd been on stage he still had those pre-demo jitters. He motioned to Moonpie and Linnea to wait and walked up the stairs.

The moment his foot hit the stage, his jitters melted away. Beau walked to the middle of stage, not saying a word as he looked out at the crowd. He lifted his hand and made a couple of gestures to the crowd.

Finally, he spoke. "You probably don't know what those mean yet. Don't worry. By the end, you'll know all those and more."

At his side, he flicked his hand, angled in a way that many in the crowd wouldn't be able to see. Offstage, Moonpie yipped loudly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've been rude. May I introduce my lovely assistants?" Beau turned to the off-stage.

He lifted his hands and made a beckoning motion with one hand but held up a fist with the other. Linnea came ran up the stage and leapt to Beau's side, winding around his legs before sitting to his left.

Beau leaned down and pet her head with his free hand, his other hand still up in a fist. "This is the lovely Linnea, one of our adoptable Pokémon."

He gave a pause as the audience clapped over Linnea's entrance. The brunette straightened himself out, his fist still up.

"And, now, the real star of our show." Beau beckoned with the hand he previously held up as a fist. In a blur of grey and black fur, Moonpie came bounding onto the stage and tumbled into Beau's legs, tripping over her own paws in her excitement.

Beau laughed lightheartedly, and the crowd followed suit. It was unexpected, but Moonpie was still a puppy truly. She looked up at him from where she lay on her back on the stage, wiggling excitedly and letting out a small yip, as if to say "Hi, Dad! Look at me! Am I doing good, Dad?".

"I said she's a star, didn't I? This is my own little Moonpie, and she likes to make a smashing entrance." He winked at the crowd as he motioned to Moonpie, who scrambled to her feet and sat obediently next to Beau like Linnea with some extra little wiggles despite her trying to sit still.

Beau leaned down and gave each Pokémon a treat from his pocket, smoothly continuing. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering. I haven't said a word to tell these Pokémon what to do. Shouldn't I be using standard verbal commands? Unfortunately, this wouldn't work as both Linnea and Moonpie are completely deaf! The only commands they respond to are hand signals."

Beau stepped forward, continuing through the demonstration and having both Pokémon do a beautiful performance entirely guided by his hand signals. They twisted and turned with such perfect timing that the earlier blunder by Moonpie was forgotten, and the crowd gasped and clapped at their tricks.

"Now, I'm sure at the beginning some of you had the thought. Why would I train a deaf Pokémon? What can they do? The answer is that they can do everything a hearing Pokémon can do. You just need to be able to adapt to them instead of trying to adapt them to you. Through our time together, I hope you've learned that every Pokémon deserves to have the care and attention of their trainer." Beau gave each of the Pokémon treats before motioning for them to sit at the front of the stage and look at him.

"If you have any more questions or want to adopt our beautiful Linnea, you can find us at the Floaroma Sanctuary booth all week. If you could please, give a big round of applause for my talented little assistants. I have been Beaumont Rosalba, and you all have a wonderful audience. Thank you!" Beau signaled for both Pokemon to turn and bow before taking a bow himself. He gave his foot a tap on the stage, and both of the Pokemon turned and ran ahead of him off to backstage.

Beau gave one more wave before he left. Finally letting himself breathe as he loved on both Linnea and Moonpie, giving them all of the treats.

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