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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 94 - SBT

Here it is!

"Mundy, non, I will not let you play this."

"But, Lu', it's a guaranteed win! And then I can get you that massive teddy bear."

"Mundy, if you do that…"

"What? What'll you do, eh?"

"I will spend my nights with that teddy bear and you sleep on the sofa!"

"But Lu'...!"

Both men were arguing not far from the shooting stand.

"Alright, let's do it another way." Mundy suggested.

"Hm?"

"We both try it. If you do better than me, you choose whatever you wanna embarrass me with."

Lucien's eyes lit up.

"Deal?" Mundy extended his hand.

"Deal." Lucien shook it and they both approached the shooting stand.

"Gentlemen! Get closer, c'mon, don't be shy! Here we are, here is your rifle, and here is yours!" The manager of the stand handed them both a plastic gun. "Shoot only on the wolves and avoid the sheep! Are we all ready?"

Lucien and Mundy exchanged a smile.

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"Then leeet's go!"

The cardboard targets started sliding left and right, slowly at first. Both hit them consistently.

"Oh! We have good contestants today! What about a little faster, huh?"

The cardboard cutouts slid more irregularly, some fast, some slowly. But still, both men hit the targets without fail. Lucien and Mundy moved almost in sync left and right, their eyes catching the position and speed of the target a fraction of a second before they would rotate and align the iron sights of the plastic rifle on them.

The stand manager kept on increasing the speed of the moving targets but both men managed to match the challenge until the end of the round.

"Well, I'll be damned…" The poor man said. "It's not the first time it happens, but it's the first time I see it happen with both people!"

Lucien and Mundy chuckled.

"What reward would you prefer?"

Mundy was the first to answer.

"That big teddy bear."

"And for you, Sir?"

"The black panther, please."

Each of them took their prizes and exchanged them.

"There, now you will have someone to sleep with on the sofa, hm?" Lucien winked.

"C'mon…!" Mundy pleaded and both walked away.

They wandered through the alleys, passing by families, children with balloons, through the cheers and shouts of people enjoying their time as much as the couple of older men.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Want some cotton candy?"

"If I share it with you."

"Right, c'mere." They went to a cotton candy stand. "What color d'you prefer?"

"Pink." Lucien answered.

"Then can we get a pink one, please?" Mundy addressed the man in charge who nodded and they waited there, their eyes riveted on the cloud of sugar growing bigger and bigger with every spin of the stick.

"There."

"Thanks, mate." Mundy paid what they owed and they walked away. The Aussie held the candy while both bit into it. "Oh God… Hahaha!" He burst out laughing when part of it stuck to the Frenchman's moustache and beard.

"What?"

"You got a pink beard now!"

"Oh…" Lucien cleaned himself as best as he could. "Is there any left?"

"Nah, you're alright… Let's go."

They continued their walk through the stands.

"Do you know what we call cotton candy in French?"

"No, what?"

"Barbe à Papa."

"Somethin' of dad?"

"Dad's beard, literally." Lucien answered and both laughed.

"I can bloody well see why, eh, Papa?" Mundy said.

"Indeed. Oh, here, a bench."

They both sat down and put their prizes next to them. Lucien took the cotton candy and held it for both of them while Mundy stretched his arm on the bench's back, to end up wrapping it around Lucien's shoulders.

"Gosh, I didn't remember it was that sweet…"

"Well it is only sugar, what did you expect?" Lucien chuckled.

"You're the other way around." Mundy answered.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not only sugar but you're sweet."

"Pff…" Lucien rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"What? It's true."

"Maybe, but it is very… uh… what do you say in English again for this...? Ah! Cheesy."

"Well, I'm tryin', eh? We can't all get born seductive'n all…!"

"Very true. But what you lack in the art of seduction, you more than make up for with other skills of yours."

"Oh-ho boy, what skills, eh?"

Lucien gave that trade-marked smile of his.

"This place is full of children, it would not be decent to answer."

"Ooh, I get it…"

They exchanged a smile and finished their cotton candy, lazily watching people pass by.

"I wish I could just…" Mundy started.

"What? What do you wish you could do?"

"Just… Y'know… Hold your hand or just hold you close."

"I am right next to you, mon loup. Also, I did not take you for one who would be comfortable with public displays of affection."

"I'm not. I just don't care about people, I only see you and uh... I need to hold you."

"Is something the matter?"

"No, no… It's just me, I need you." Mundy looked at people passing by. "Feels a bit unfair that they can but we can't."

"Believe me," Lucien answered. "A lot of them would give away their lives to have what we have."

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean that we love each other sincerely, not for pressure from our families or any other constraint that life might have thrown at us. I love you for who you are, and vice versa. We have gone through hell and back, and that did nothing but strengthen what we have between us."

"Yeah, you're right."

"The way I see it, we envy them for their ability to show their love, but they would envy us much more if only they knew the strength of the bond between us. It goes beyond a ring on a finger, or a promise. You saved me and I saved you, in more instances and more senses than they will ever understand."

Mundy took a deep breath and when Lucien raised his eyes to him, the Aussie was smiling.

"And they would envy me for that delicious smile you have, amongst other things." Lucien added and Mundy chuckled and lowered his head to hide his blush.

"You got a pretty smile too, Lu'. I like it when you smile and uh… Y'know, you do the thing with yer teeth."

"What thing?"

"It's like when you laugh and uh… I like your teeth, they're like in the ads."

"Like in the ads…?"

"They're perfect and they shine and… I just love your smile and laughter."

"Oh, I know…" Lucien raised lovestruck eyes to Mundy and gave him a flash of his pearly white teeth.

"Gosh, you're gorgeous… I'd kill to hear your laughter more often."

"Well, that doesn't sound too hard to do."

"Huh?"

"You want to hear my laughter? Make me laugh then." Lucien answered.

"Right… Uh… I mean… Hold on, I gotta remember a joke or two… Uh…"

And while Mundy squeezed his brains out in search for any joke he could remember, Lucien burst out laughing.

"But I didn't say anythin' yet?!" Mundy exclaimed.

"I know but you don't have to. Your effort alone is touching, mon amour…"

"So I just have to look like I'm looking for jokes to make you laugh, eh?"

"Non, just be yourself."

"Find me funny?"

"In your own way, oui."

Mundy looked down at Lucien and they exchanged a sweet smile.

"Let's put the plushies in the van and come back."

A few minutes later they were back in the fair, looking left and right at what they could do.

"Wanna try this?"

"Mundy, it's archery."

"Yeah, and?"

"Are you going to make me do all those things that you are an expert at?" Lucien asked.

"Why not? You can take me to stands where they make you wear a mask and do spooky stuff, eh?"

"That is a good idea. But fine, let us proceed to the archery stand."

They approached and queued. When their turn came, they each took a bow and five arrows.

"Ooh, I see both gentlemen know their ways with a bow and arrows, eh? But are they good sharpshooters?" The stand manager asked and the people waiting in the queue observed them.

Lucien and Mundy were about ten metres or so away from the large circular targets.

"Ready…? Set…? Go!"

Both pulled an arrow and placed it against the string of the bow. They pulled, Lucien closing one eye, Mundy keeping both open and-

"It's a bullseye for both!"

"Think you can beat me, eh?"

"Non, I am sure of it - gnh!" Lucien pulled a second arrow and shot it right next to the first one.

"Ha, you're cute…" Mundy took two and put them against the string of the bow. "Watch and learn, Princess." He pulled the string and released it.

"Mon Dieu… How did you do that?!" Lucien gasped. One arrow went to the centre of Mundy's target and one to the centre of his own.

"I'm just that good, heh." Mundy arrogantly answered and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Tu ne perds rien pour attendre…"

"Say whatever the hell you want, you've lost, darl'..." Mundy took two arrows from Lucien and while still staring at him, he aimed and shot both in the middle of his target.

Lucien sighed and lowered his head to bite his lip. If only… If only they were alone, he would have kissed the soul out of Mundy right there, right then. But too many eyes were on them and he decided against shocking all these people.

"Fine, you won… I cannot possibly do better than that…" Lucien admitted.

"Well," The stand owner approached them. "You both know what you're doing, but you…!" He turned to Mundy. "Are you a pro or something?"

"Yeah, sort of."

Lucien rolled his eyes and chuckled at the arrogance of his lover.

"Alright, you get to choose your prize then!"

Mundy looked at the plastic toys and other knick-knacks.

"Can I get two?" He asked.

"Uh, alright, go for two! What can I get ya?"

"This one, and that one, please." Mundy pointed at a French and an Australian flag.

"Sure thing!" The stand owner gave him both his prizes and Lucien followed him out.

"So…" Mundy asked when they were sufficiently far from the archery stand. "Impressed…?"

"Taken aback and twice amazed." Lucien answered.

"Here, that's for you." Mundy handed him the Australian flag.

"Hm, they really give the citizenship easily in this country." The ex-Spy laughed.

"Yup, and so does France. Look at me, I've got a flag now, I'm French!"

"Pfff!" Lucien laughed. "You need more than that to get the citizenship, I'm afraid."

"What if I was livin' with a French bloke?"

"Living?" Lucien repeated.

"Can't say more cause there are kids around." Mundy wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, I see…" Lucien chuckled. "And who is the lucky one?"

"Can't tell you his name," Mundy answered as they both went on wandering in the alleys. "But I can show him to you. I'm about to buy him somethin'."

"Ah, lucky man he is." Lucien went on.

"Yeah, and he has a sweet tooth, so I'm gonna get here and - hey, mate, two caramel apples please… Thanks." Mundy paid what he owed and handed one to Lucien who blushed and raised an eyebrow to his lover.

"Do you know what these are called in French?"

"Is it somethin' about your beard again?"

"Non, we call them 'pomme d'amour'." Lucien answered.

"Somethin' of love…?"

"Apple of love."

"Ooh, I see… Well, here we are then, I just offered the bloke who's got me an apple of love."

"I like this arrogance of yours, it's new."

"Well I just beat the world's best spook, let me enjoy this, eh?"

They both tipped their apples and bit into them.

"Mh… As sweet as your lips…" Lucien raised lovestruck eyes to his lover.

"Listen to you, and you told me I was cheesy."

"Because you are." Lucien answered and gently bumped his lover with his shoulder. Mundy wrapped an arm around Lucien's shoulders.

"Right, so I'm cheesy but you're not, eh?"

"Exactement. You are cheesy and I am seductive."

[Exactly.]

"Pfff, doesn't make any sense, why can't I be the seductive one?"

"Look into my eyes." Lucien said and Mundy obeyed. His breath calmed down and his pupils dilated. His jaw slowly relaxed and he lowered his caramel apple. Lucien gave him a slow flap of his long black eyelashes and Mundy felt a soft punch in his guts. "This is why I am the seductive one."

"Uh? What-why?"

"I can bring your heart rate down with only a blink of my eyes, Mundy." Lucien answered and they went on eating their apples. "The day that you will be able to do that to me, you will be the seductive one." He gently tapped Mundy's chest.

"Right… Tss…" They shared a chuckle and continued walking around. "Anything you want to play with me?"

"Plenty."

"Oh? What d'you wanna do?"

"It is too early and crowded for my kinds of ideas, mon loup."

"Lu'... I meant in this fair."

"Ah…" He winked. "Well, to be honest, I can barely remember the last time I went to a fair, mon loup."

"It's alright… I just want you to choose somethin' you'd like to do. So far, I've been deciding, doesn't seem fair."

"Hm…"

"You like fast stuff? Adrenaline rush and that kind of things?"

"Not really. I only ever liked the adrenaline rushes at work. Well, I learnt to like them, not that I had much choice."

"Right, so none of these fast spinny thingies…"

"Non but… I suppose there is one thing we could do. I have always wanted to try it." Lucien answered.

"What is it?"

"This." Lucien pointed straight ahead and upwards.

"The ferris wheel?"

"Oui, if you are comfortable with heights."

"Sure, let's go!" Mundy squeezed Lucien's shoulders tighter and off they went.

They queued and finished their apples while watching the gigantic wheel slowly turn. When their turn came they hopped in the cabin and took a seat one in front of the other. A few moments later they started taking off.

Lucien waited for them to be sufficiently far from the ground to gently move seats and sit next to Mundy. The Aussie wrapped an arm around him and squeezed him close.

"Mmh… Mon loup…"

"Yeah, luv'?"

"Look at this sight… We can see the entire city, the river…" Lucien's head was on Mundy's upper chest and shoulder.

"And I can see the most gorgeous bloke I've ever met, eh?" Mundy brushed his lover's hair and Lucien moaned happily. He raised his head and they exchanged a kiss.

"Mundy?"

"Mh?"

"I want to stay in your arms."

"You will. Nothin'll pull you away from me, eh?" Mundy kissed Lucien's head. "And I'm keepin' you. All the guys and sheilas in the world look at you like you're an ice cream and it's the middle of the bloody summer. But you're with me." Mundy laced his other arm around Lucien and pulled him impossibly closer. "You're with me and I'm not lettin' go of you."

"Thank you." Lucien left a few kisses in his lover's neck and Mundy smiled with his eyes closed.

The ferris wheel was such that they were at the top most position now.

"Look at this, luv'."

Their arms were laced around each other. The noise of people's cheers and chatter, as well as of the other activities in the fair were muffled by the distance. Lucien only heard Mundy's gentle breath and his gravelly whispers.

"All this city… And the desert over there, beyond it… Beautiful, eh?"

"Oui, it is." Lucien answered. "And I am grateful to see it all with you, mon loup."

"Same… I never… I never did stuff like that before, I mean, not with someone I love. Happened with friends, with my parents, never with someone special."

"Neither have I." Lucien said. "But I feel lucky that somehow, in this weird and nonsensical life, I eventually did, with you."

They pushed their smiling lips against each other and stayed there for a while. Mundy brushed Lucien's hair behind his ear and pulled him closer still.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Thanks." Mundy took Lucien's hand and held it against his own chest. "I know there's still stuff to do, I need to tell Dad about us and stuff, but… With you, I feel like I can do it."

"Of course you can, but by no means do you have to." Lucien answered.

"Yeah, I know. I'm glad Mum's alright with it all."

"She wants you to find your happiness more than she sticks her own definition of it on you. This is a rare quality."

"Yeah… Mum's great, she's the best, really."

Lucien smiled.

"I remember you told me your mum and dad wanted to force you into medicine or law and you ran away…?" Mundy asked.

"Oui. My mother was a saint, an honest, hard-working and faithful woman. The rumours of my father's death were well spread but she still refused to find another man. She insisted on being sure about it. I think she loved him more than she loved my step father. When my father's death was confirmed officially, she grieved for years…"

"I can understand." Mundy brushed his lover softly. "But she found another bloke eventually?"

"She did. Although, to be nearer the truth, one should say 'she accepted another man'. My mother was gorgeous, blond, long hair with kind, blue eyes. She refused more men than she ever showed me, a young boy. But I was growing up and started to understand that if men were complimenting her, it wasn't just out of kindness. I was defensive, very much so. I wouldn't let her go out of the house alone."

"How old were you?"

"About fifteen or so. I would hold her hand in the street and act almost like her companion. And she treated me like her guardian, her little man. I started to feel the responsibility of carrying a family, a woman whose heart was too pure to be taken by anyone else. But of course, one day, it happened. I think she didn't like him like she loved my father. She liked the feeling of safety, of having a proper man at her side."

Mundy moved on his seat to better hold Lucien, as they were slowly going down.

"Within a year, they were married, living together. He slept in her bed and acted as if he owned the place."

"You didn't like him?" Mundy asked.

"For some things, I am grateful. He treated my mother well, never raised his hand on her and treated her like an equal. But the speed at which he invaded our lives scared me and what pushed me away was the day that my mother, who was otherwise compassionate and understanding towards me, sided with him."

"For your studies?"

Lucien nodded.

"I told my mother that I wanted to become something else, someone else. Of course saving lives or defending people are noble causes. But my call was elsewhere, maybe as a policeman?"

"Oh… You wanted to become a policeman?"

Lucien nodded.

"I kept thinking that if I had been old enough to be one when my mother was being whistled and harassed by those men who came back traumatised by the Great War, I would have been a policeman and arrested all of that scum." He sighed. "My mother had nothing against me entering the police forces. My step father however disagreed. He knew me very poorly and thought that I was doing that just for the nice uniform, the status and nothing else. Besides, he thought I wanted to put my aggressiveness into something that would allow me to get it out."

"You were aggressive?" Mundy raised a curious eyebrow.

"Frustrated would be a better way to put it. I hated that he prevented me from doing something that I wanted. He kept telling my mother that it would be better if I became a doctor or a lawyer… He said it so many times that it became the truth to her, even though she knew I never wanted that.”

“So you went away, on your own?”

“Oui. It happened on a night that as usual, I argued with him, my step-father. We both ended up raising our voices at each other and… I saw my mother’s distress and I swore to myself that I would never see it again."

"Gosh… You really loved her, eh?"

"More than anyone else for a long long time." Lucien answered. "When I was old enough to find a woman myself, I struggled."

"W-what? But you're gorgeous…!"

"Oui. I did not struggle to attract women, I struggled to accept them, because the responsibility was gigantic, and what if someday they went away like my mother? I could not place my trust in any women. So I… You will find this horrendous…"

"Hey…" Mundy took Lucien's chin between his fingers and lifted his face upwards. "It's alright, it's behind you now, don't be ashamed or anythin', we all make mistakes, even gorgeous spooky men like you." He gave him a tender smile and Lucien gently nodded. "So go ahead, if you want to."

"Well… I used women… for the physical needs. I didn't have an ounce of sentimentality for them and could not care less if they did to me. For most of them, the arrangement was suitable. We would have a night, maybe a couple more but that was it."

"I guess some wanted more, didn't they?"

"Oui, unfortunately so. But I was a spy and a prudent man. I knew how to disappear, so it wasn't much of an issue."

"Were you like that all the way till you met Mary?"

"Oui, pretty much."

"Wow… I knew you could be like that, I mean, makes sense for a bloke as good-lookin' and with the manners and all as you… But I never imagined you actually were like that."

Lucien pulled himself out of the embrace.

"Well, I was. I enjoyed the privileges that Mother Nature gave me, shamelessly and recklessly. Part of me never thought I could make it out of the war anyway. I was young, inexperienced, and everyday I learnt of the death of people who were much more used to the chaos of war, people who trained about it for years. So I gave everything I had to taste life as best as I could, before I would get caught."

"Jesus… C'mere." Mundy pulled him into a hug but Lucien pushed him back. "W-what's wrong?"

"Are you…" Lucien wiped a tear at the corner of his eyes. "Disappointed in me?"

"No…? Why would I?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Lucien answered. "You would be right to have doubts about me or… distrust me."

"Lu'." Mundy's voice was assertive enough to make Lucien's eyes move up to meet his. "You can tell that nonsense to someone else. I've been through hell with you and without you. I've seen what you're capable of doing, I know you and even with all that, I love you. Every day when I wake up, I don't even ask myself about it, I don't question it, I don't have the slightest doubt. I love you. Now you take all that bullshit your mind's been cookin' up for years and you throw it out your head, ok?"

"But Mun-"

"No, there's no but." Mundy cupped his lover's face and pushed his forehead against Lucien's. "I'm takin' you and I have taken you. With all your story, with all your problems and with everythin', ok?"

"D'accord."

[Fine.]

"Lu', d'you hear me?"

"Oui."

"Lu', I know you, I know the ex-spook, I know the singer, I know the fighter, I know the stubborn, arrogant piece of a liar that you might have been before." Mundy brushed his thumbs on his lover's temples and Lucien sniffled. "But I love every bit of you. Doesn't matter what you were in any other way that it helped build you as you are now. And y'know what? Now, you're my Lu', ok?"

Lucien gently nodded.

"Say it."

"I am… I am your Lucien."

"No, that's not what I said. Say it properly."

"I am… your Lu'."

"Good. You got that in that beautiful head o'yours?"

Lucien nodded again, his forehead still against Mundy's.

"You sure?"

"Oui."

"C'mere, now." Mundy hugged him and this time, Lucien did not push him away. He clawed in his lover's sides, his back, everywhere his fingers were planted, and buried his head deep in his chest. "I love you, Lu', I love all of you."

"Merci." A muffled voice answered. The Frenchman wanted to let tears run down his face but the cabin was getting closer to the ground and he didn't want to cry in public.

Beyond Mundy's words and the comfort he was bringing him, what touched Lucien most was that feeling of achievement, of reaching somewhere that he did not know he could reach. He had been taught to grow up, get married to a lovely wife, have equally lovely children and work to support them. But life gave him an outstanding partner, a couple of beautiful cats and some years to go still.

When he broke the embrace and looked up at Mundy, his eyes red and his throat burning as it held back his emotions, he smiled. In the Aussie's lagoon blue irises, he saw all the versions of himself, the little boy, Maman's guardian, the young homeless teenager, the rookie spy, the father, the fiancé, and now, a man better than what he thought he could ever be.

"Merci, Mundy."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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gronjon44 · 4 years

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SO I WATCHED THE STEVEN UNIVERSW FINALE

And since it's over, I'd like to give my final thoughts on most of the series, even Jasper now that I've seen how they ended her "arc".

I'm gonna list this in order of main characters, so this is concise.

Jasper-

I'm gonna get this out of the way now. Jasper was treated like actual shit and even I can see it. She got some redemption at the end I liked how they turned her into this trainer to help Steven deal with his anger. BUT I was hoping it would evolve and help Steven get through to her and make her open up. But instead she was shattered, turned into a Diamonds herald again, and then dismisses right at the end. I will respect Rebrccas decisions, but Jasper deserved much more then to be an emotional pin cushion for her poke into and never fix.

Garnet-

Garnet went though significant changes. She was very guarded in the begining, showing trust only between the gems really. But when she was split by Jasper she was forced to open up when Steven realized who she was. This opened the door to have her be more vulnerable, and strengthen her bond with Steven. And this went on throughout the series and I like how she was the first to initiate the hug that fixed Steven-Zilla (that's what I call him)

Amythest/Pearl-

I'm gonna lump these two together cause they kinda parallel each other, and you could fit Garnet with them you wanted to. Both Pearl and Amethyst were still caught up in the idea of Rose, and Amethyst never really knew Rose before so she always associated Rose as she was when she was born, Crystal Gem and a friend. She was also extremely immature, and I think that fed into Steven's immaturity, so she had to progressively get more adult and accept things were changing.

And Pearl was honestly a parallel of that, while also being an opposite. She did not relax, she was strict, she was secretive, and she had known Rose longest, as well as when she was still Pink. So she was caught up the most in the Gem Wars History. She had to open up the most and to learn to "live and let die" essentially. Or at least that's how I see it.

Peridot-

Peridot went through some of the most drastic changes. She was basically Spock from Star Trek, all logic and science, but more evil sociopath. But when Jasper was defeated, Peridot was left to her own devices and became a sort of Skeletor, plotting what she could do to defeat Steven and please Yellow. And it took her losing the status she wss given to figure out herself and be her own person (in her case litterally when her arms and legs were destroyed) She was able to separate herself from homeworld, and it took a long while for her to really become her own person.

Bismuth-

Bismuth wss someone I originally didnt care for at first glance. I understood her importance and wss ok with it. But when she first showed up I was fine with it. But when she was revealed to basically be a radical gem and Rose had to bubble her, I was hooked. And while her acceptance of Steven not only being Rose but also being Pink just seemed to quickly solved for me, I'll let it be.

Lapis-

Lapis is an anti hero who should not have just been accepted as fast as she was. I used to love Lapis and Lapidot, still kinda do.l, but looking at it now and what they did to Jasper as part of that, I cant ignore it. Yeah she grew as a person but it wasnt done properly. She almost killed Steven 3 times, broke Jasper emotionally with being a fusion for so long, and she never actually owned up to her faults I think. And her sudden reintroduction in the final battle of Homeworld and how she just, magically decided to be a better person felt forced. Just my own thoughts.

Diamonds-

Yellow remind me of the Dictator from the actual film Dictator , wanting to be better but treating it as face value. She is doing good but at litteral face value with changing a gems physical form. Blue to me is the same way, only trying to fix their in the moment emotional state. Honestly I think White was doing the most she could to help fix everything, since she was most at fault. She was letting herself become vulnerable to other gems to help them go through their problems and see themselves as they are, hopefully becoming better people. White in such a short time was doing more to help other gems then Yellow or blue.

Spinel-

Spinel got done dirty frankly. I love her inclusion in the end and I love her character, flaws and all, but they felt abandoned in the end. I'm assuming that Steven Universe Future takes place some months after the events of the film. MONTHS. The type of trauma and abandonment issues Spinel dealt with dont go away in sheer months, especially when it comes to 600 years worth of abandonment. And when she was with the diamonds she just seemed fine, devoid of any issues. She was hesitant to go with the Diamonds hell she openly denied Steven's immediate friendship offer and said "I need time to figure this out, and I cant do it here." I can't just accept that Spinel got through that as fast as she did, not without some underlying issues left over from her past. You cant change my mind on that sorry.

Greg-

Omg Greg my boi, I wanna give him a hug and hot chocolate. The idea he had a ruff childhood and felt he needed to leave how he did, and how his parents never actually responded to his letters, its heartbreaking and it shows why he raised Steven how he did. He had too many lmits and he wanted Steven to have none of those limits. And him being half Gem complicated it, making Greg unsure about hospitals, about traditional schools, it's why he just let the Gems take over as his "mother(s)" because he knew they could help. Of course that caused issues that cant be ignored. But it just shows you why he is the way he is. And it hurts it really does.

Everyone else-

No real comment on anyone else, Lars and Ssdie are both league's ahead of who they started as. The Off Colors are still a delight I wouldve loved more inclusion of them though, Onion and his family eh never cared much for them accept the mom cause she was awesome, no real thoughts.

Connie-

Connie is, a whole new person from who she once was. I think she, without Steven, wouldve become what Greg could've been. But Steven helped her, out of everyone, become something even better then who she was. And it even helped her parents become more open to both Steven as a person, and Connie as a growing person. I have no beef with her character development, she was done amazingly well.

And finally,

Steven -

Steven is... how should I put this, a mixed bag for me. While he most certainly grew as a person, mastered his powers and most of his responsibilities, I cannot say I like how he was treated this final season. Yes Steven Universe: Future was focused him moving on from the past, inevitable change, and learning things he never knew about before. Things felt too fast for him in that season, even if time was passing longer for him, it felt too short. His downfall from grace felt to sudden, his progression to becoming a sort of "Surogate Pink" was too jarring (still fun to watch I love the idea of it)

His training with Jasper even, yeah they played it out like he changed so fast, but THREE DAYS? In one episode? No I wouldve preferred he spend a month or so with Jasper, they show they're relationship, Jasper gets actual time to develop and become a character that we wanted her to become. Hell you could've still shattered her, and it wouldve made her becoming a diamonds herald again more heart breaking, and they could've spent time on helping her get over that mindset.

All in all, Steven's character development was fun, but left much to be desired.

All in all, while the series as a whole was enjoyable, it was by no means perfect. It had many ups, plenty of downs, and I think it's a good example what to do and what not to do when writing an growing narrative. Rebecca Sugar rushed Steven Universe: Future too fast, she left many ends open ended and unanswered, and I give the final season a 6 out of 10.

This is all personal preference so hey let me know if you disagree.

#steven universe #corrupted steven theory #pink steven #suf steven #steven universe pink steven #steven universe little graduation #steven universe lion #steven universe final season #steven universe future #su garnet #su greg #su amythest #su peridot #su lapis #su pearl #su bismuth #su spinel #stevenel #su stevenel

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rwbywritings · 5 years

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Peppermint Kiss

AO3 Version

Relationship: Yang Xiao Long/Reader

Additional Tags: Gender-neutral Reader, Mistletoe, Fluff, Holidays, Unspecified Holiday Celebration, Kisses, Ruby has an obsession with peppermint please help her

Summary: You and Yang find yourselves sharing a gentle moment beneath the mistletoe.

If there was something you could give Beacon Academy, it threw nice parties. Many of the students were far from home, most of them unable to see their families for the majority of the school year. Between training and distance, it was easy to feel disconnected from those around you, dive too far into schoolwork and studying until you were left with nothing but exhaustion and the question if you even made the right choice to enroll in the first place.

But Beacon had a lot more to it than training and homework; it fostered bonds, strengthened old ones and created new ones. Whether it was putting students in four-person teams or, well, having special events on campus, it was obvious enough that the faculty was aware of the need for social connections and time to relax. Being overworked and heavily stressed was a real issue for a lot of huntsman and huntresses, after all--it was not a huge surprise that they’d have things in place to combat those issues early on.

But out of all the events, all the activities and holidays and thensome--the Winter Festival had to be your favorite of them all. It was always so special, an entire week where you could focus on nothing but the things that mattered most: your friends, giving gifts, remembering why you had applied at Beacon in the first place. Plenty of students appreciated the mid-winter week as a break from classes, but it certainly wasn’t lacking in activity.

There were still a few weeks until the festival came, but there was no shortage of decorations around...well, everywhere. From dorms to doors, classrooms to courtyards, hallways and even the headmaster’s office itself--every inch of Beacon seemed loved-over with trinkets from all walks of life.

Including the hallway outside your team’s dorm room.

Especially the hall outside your team’s dorm room. Not a single inch of wall space was spared from being covered by some manner of decoration--colorful paper, pictures, icons and symbols aplenty, showing off the various background and religious heritage of all who lived in the handful of adjoined rooms. The Winter Festival was a Beacon-specific tradition, a celebration of the diversity of students that walked within it’s walls--and it was always nice to see everyone so connected with one another.

As you had been busy with studies over the past several days, you were the last one of your team to include your decorations in the hallway. They weren’t anything too amazing or eye-catching, especially when compared to the level of artistry and passion others tended to put in, but it was special all the same to you. A string of candle-shapes, cut out from paper and lovingly painted--you took the time to string them over the walls, as if leading one through the hall to the next section of the dorms.

For a while, you were alone in the hallway, humming to yourself as you pinned each candle shape to the flat surface. You took the extra care to make sure they were aligned correctly, focusing so hard that you didn’t hear when the door a few feet beside you open.

“I was wondering when you would start putting your decorations up,” A gentle voice rang, startling you enough that you nearly jumped back and pulled out the very same section of the string you’d just pinned into the wall.

A glance to the side put a young woman in your view. Tall, muscled and hardly a force most people wanted to mess with, plenty of people knew Yang Xiao Long; she was one of the best fighters of her year, an absolute up-and-coming fighter and-

most importantly, your girlfriend.

“Classes got really busy the last few weeks,” you say in soft explanation, feeling a bit of heat in your cheeks as you shyly glance away from her gaze. “Professor Oobleck assigned a paper and I needed to make sure I got a good grade on it--took way more research than I thought to verify some of my theories.”

“Believe me, I remember,” Yang’s words were gentle and teasing. “I also remember the three nights in a row that you fell asleep in the library.”

“Eh,” you move a hand to scratch sheepishly at the back of your head. “I’m uh, sorry again about that. I didn’t mean to worry you--I completely forgot to check my scroll and--”

Yang held up a hand, expression firm.

“No need to apologize for that,” She said, dropping the hand and shifting her weight so he wasn’t leaning against the door frame. “It wasn’t all that bad carrying you back to your room--you’re really cute when you sleep.”

More heat in your cheeks, a fluster to your words that you could barely find behind your lips. Yang let it go on for a few moments until, finally, she cut your gentle embarrassment short and reached out to grab your wrist.

“C’mere,” she said, gently pulling you into her room. “I wanna show you all the things I’ve put up.”

You followed her without much argument, feeling a smile pull at the corners of your lips as you step inside and kick the door shut behind you.

Almost instantly, you’re hit with the smell of peppermint. The air is warm, warmer than it was in the hall, and every breath is oddly refreshing despite it all. You let yourself fall against Yang’s body as her arms curl around you, her laughter more than sufficient to make up for her taking you away from your task but a moment before.

“As you can see, Ruby has been....well, busy.”

Yang gestured her hand to her younger sister’s side of the room where it was absolutely covered in red-and-white trinkets and decor. It seemed as if the young huntress had replaced nearly everything she had with something sharing the color-scheme, though peppermint-shaped garland hung from the sides of her bed. As your eyes shifted, you caught sight of a lit candle on the bedside table, the most-likely cause of the scent in the room.

You can’t help but giggle, arms wrapping in kind around the woman’s waist.

“I get the feeling she likes peppermint.”

Yang chuckles in her own wordless agreement, then gestures towards a huge bowl of peppermint candies sitting beside the flickering candle.

The rest of the room is mostly untouched, at least by the others of Yang’s team. Weiss’ bed was nothing but the unfortunate casualty of Ruby’s exuberant decorating, Blake’s was touched only by several small cards hanging from above it (in a script you weren’t familiar with, perhaps from home?) and then Yang’s bed lay equally undecorated, unless one counted the bits of plastic wrapping that must have come from eating the peppermint candies from before.

It caused a quirk of your brow to see.

“I thought you were going to show me all the decorating you’ve done,” you say, words losing much of their accusatory tone when you were otherwise busy with pressing your face into her shoulder.

After a moment, the woman merely laughs and carefully unwraps her arms from around you.

“It’s pretty spectacular,” she assures, expression leaning into mischief as she gently presses a palm to your cheek. “But you have to close your eyes first.”

“Close my eyes?”

“Yeah,” Yang says, taking a step back. “Look, just close them alright? No peaking, trust me on this.”

You stared at her for a few moments, caution turning into curious bemusement at what sort of trick or prank she had planned behind the not-so-innocent-sounding request. Nevertheless you shut your eyes and wait.

There’s a sound of shuffling, footsteps--Yang going through a drawer, perhaps-- and then footsteps approaching you once more. You feel one hand gently touch against your hip, but not a second one.

“You can open your eyes now,” she murmurs, voice almost too soft and gentle for what you were nearly convinced was a prank.

The world came back into view slowly. As you opened your eyes, you weren’t entirely sure what to expect from her, what mask or silly accessory would meet your gaze--but all there lay was Yang’s lavender eyes and gentle expression.

You looked at her with but a moment of confusion before you realized that she was holding something above you with her free hand. You glance upwards--

-and find a small bundle of mistletoe held between Yang’s fingers, crudely tied with a golden bow. The plant itself looked fake, most likely synthetic, but the gesture was all the same.

It took but only a moment for the realization to filter through you, leaving you with a smile as you look back to your partner’s face.

“Fake mistletoe?” Is all you could ask at first, words spoken between half-muted giggles.

“Hey, it’s not that easy to keep plants alive!” Yang looked only momentarily offended by the accusation, though her smile never dropped. “And besides, that means I can carry it around with me. For very important reasons.”

“You could have kissed me without it, you know.”

Yang let out an amused chuckle, then winked.

“Of course I know that,” she said. “But, tradition, yanno? I think it's pretty important stuff to kee-”

She didn’t even get the chance to finish her sentence before you had your arms thrown around her, pressing your lips together in a simple, gentle gesture of love. Yang almost immediately dropped her hand, arms encircling your waist as the two of you shared such a simple, warm moment of intimacy together. The kiss was soft and sweet and lovely, a reminder of all the things you loved about being able to spend the winter holidays with the people you cared about most. Yang was perfect, was warm, was everything you could want from someone--

And her kiss tasted of sweet peppermint.

#rwby #yang xiao long #yang #readerinsert #sfw #sfw readerinsert #rwby readerinsert #yang readerinsert

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keeeytiest-blog · 6 years

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If given a chance to go back to the past I would choose

We all know that we can’t bring back what’s in the past. What happened already happened. But if I were given a chance to go back to the past I would choose to spend time with my sister.

Asking why? Its because before she died many years ago our family really messed up and living in a bustling kind of house can really break your heart.

A family is a such a huge blessing from God and yes it is. But luckily way back years ago before my mother get pregnant and my sister was born my mom and dad is keep on fighting over things they're always fighting ending up hurting each other literally and there we are locked our selves inside the room and pretending that we don’t hear anything. And my dad is keep on drinking alcohol every now and then. But when my mother gets pregnant and until my sister was born it really changed everything. I can see how my this little one brought joy to us. And it made my parents realized things and work out things and be a better parents to us. All I can hear is laughter , all I can see is a happy family and busy taking care of my sister by that we bond and also spent time with each other every weekends. We didn’t see it coming, my sister was diagnosed with a heart illness. But we didn’t lost hope but our angel died after 3 months. And as I’ve grew older I’ve witnessed how the bright light inside our house slowly turning into dark, the once happy and peaceful family turned into something that I didn’t expect. My mom keeps her self busy in her work maybe not to remember my sister’s death , when I got home I ate alone and sitting in the kitchen waiting for my father who’s drunk every night when he got home. There are times he didn’t got home he slept at the cemetery in my sister’s grave. And my brother he also changed he spent more time with his friends and he also got home late. It really breaks my heart seeing my father hurting like that . It’s getting worst everyday, when my father was drunk sometimes and he’s arguing with us he hits us using his own bear hands but how he laid his hands to us is not painful , but seeing him changing and seeing him letting his self drown by the sadness is the more painful one. I know he’s in pain because I know he loved us. Even he’s like that I know deep in my heart he loved us. He’s not a failure father despite of everything I am proud of my father and also to my mother. As a daughter that problem also hits me , it felt like I’m emotionally homeless, hopeless , no one to talk to and I don’t know how to help them or how to solved it. To the point I don’t wanna go home I wanna spent time outside and be entertained by the fake laughter of mine with my friends. I kept it with my self, until I realized I’m turning like my father. I’m letting also my self drowned by the sadness. God’s great , he made me realized to stand up and to picked up my self. I questioned God why she gave us my sister if he’ll just let my sister died helpless in pain in the hospital, I asked him why just he let everything to happen and Why she didn’t save my sister’s last breath. Why he didn’t gave my sister the chance to live with us. And why he granted my wish to have a sister if he’ll just take her away from us. I can still remember my sister’s face when she died, I can still remember how cold her body. And every time I see my father so drunk , everything flashes back.

After days, weeks, months and years had passed I didn’t recognized my family anymore. How I wish my sister didn’t die, if she’s still alive until now maybe she saves our family. But time heals . It takes enough time and space for someone to move on, but not for my dad. Even now he still get drunk and cry over for my sister’s death. As we've grew older, we helped him to be okay, to accept what happened.And reminding him to let go of the past and minimized his drinking habit. Until now it really broke my heart seeing him still crying. In God’s perfect time I thought it won’t changed but prayers are more powerful, me and I can't say our hearts are already healed, but my family is getting better now. Even sometimes, my parents often fight I am positive enough to understand mature things and also to have a long patience. I know it won’t be easy but growing up now it slowly made me realized that there’s billions of reason to be happy and to appreciate instead of complaining and be sad. Even I don’t have a perfect family at least I have them. I really prayed that one day I wanna give back everything the love, sacrifices and efforts that my parents gave. The lost of my sister thought me so many lessons to be brave and mature enough. The painful journey of our family leads us to something that helps us to be strong to hold on. Problems are just temporary and God gave you that kind of problem because he knew that you can get through it. As an temporary individuals here on earth we should love, respect and cherish the seconds with our our loved ones, we don’t really know what will happen tomorrow. After all , there’s one thing that really made me realized we should love our parents no matter what because without them we are nothing. I knew that God forgave me for questioning him. He let me feel the pain and he turned me into somebody who’s strong enough to be in a battle everyday.

I wanna show my parents that I’m okay now and not affected of what happened to my sister that I’ve already moved on but No , I kept it with my self like my father I also crying every night , every lonely night wanting her back, every morning wanting to held her cute toes, every time I feel so alone I wanna hug her and smell her hair like before. They didn’t know that before my mom got pregnant having a sister is always be my birthday wish. After she died my birthday isn’t that happy anymore. I don’t wanna celebrate my birthday anymore because it made me remember everything about my sister. I feel so envy seeing others so happy with their sisters. If I could turn back time and gave up everything just to have my sister back I would give all of me just to have that chance to have her. Because I also want to see my father to smile again. I want my father’s heart be filled with happiness again.

I know in God’s perfect time and perfect ways he’ll going to heal us all. I know we can’t take back my sister’s life , but everything happens for a reason. And I do believed that it’s also God’s way to test how strong our family is and I know what happened to us it gave us heartaches but it also strengthen our bond. We can’t turned back the time but we can be better in time. But still if I were given a chance to go back to the past I would choose to have my sister back. 🙏💘🕛

They say siblings give you headaches, but losing them can make your heart breaks. Love your brothers and sisters because you are lucky you have them, Not all of us are given the chance to have one.

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sewingcirclesworld · 6 years

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Mistress Hubble and Miss “I’m so magical”

@softestofbrooms HB and Julie pre-relationship get to know you betters? Like just a step or steps from that first meeting to possibly being a ship? ________ First prompt done, I hope you like it! Enjoyed writing this and thinking about continuing the story in the future if I have the time :) ________

The first time they meet Julie can’t help but instantly notice how this woman all dressed in black looks at her. An infuriating smirk on her lips and eyes saying “You don’t belong here” which doesn’t make it easier that she still can’t get her head around the idea that Mildred, her little Mildred, joined a school for witches. “So you’re magic, and all the teachers are magic, and the girls learn…magic?” “I see where Mildred gets her quick wits, Mistress Hubble.” There is something in the way in which this woman pronounces her name, slow, a deliberate tease. “Alright, Misses I’m-so-magical, if you think you’re so much better than me, how about conjuring up some manners?” Although Hecate would never tell anyone, she is secretly impressed that this non-magical woman dares to speak to her like that. It is certainly a refreshing change. Normally people are too scared around her to say anything more than a quick “Yes, Miss Hardbroom!” before disappearing as fast as possible. But not this woman. This woman looks her straight in the eyes and makes it clear that she is a force to be reckoned with, despite being non-magical. Some weeks have passed since the beginning of the school year and the students have a free afternoon with permission to visit their families. “And how is that teacher of yours doing, this Miss…Harshdoom?” “Mum!” Mildred starts laughing and then corrects her mother. “Miss Hardbroom is strict as always, she seems to hate me in particular cause I’m not from a witching family but Enid and Maud help me a lot so it’s okay.” “Well I know how clumsy my little girl can be sometimes.” Julie winks at Mildred who just managed to get flour all over the kitchen table. “Not fair you taking HB’s side! And you asked me to help with the cake!” “I just wanted to spend some time with you on your day off, and you can take the cake with you when you go. Share with your friends, eh? Maybe Miss Hardbroom would also like a piece”, she teases her daughter who seems to freeze even at the thought of offering her teacher some homemade cake. Maybe she should have tried since HB is in a bad mood, worse than usual, and shouts at everybody except at Ethel of course. At first it seems like she just wants to ignore Mildred’s bubbling cauldron but the fear that the girl might blow up the potions lab, again, makes her stop. “And what do you think is this?” “An invisibility potion…Miss?” “Are you asking me or are you stating a fact, Mildred Hubble?” “Definitely an invisibility potion! I think…” Hecate is visibly turning red at the sound of her words. “You think? Didn’t your mother teach you anything about self-confidence? Even if a potion doesn’t turn out like it’s supposed to be, you have to show that you put everything you have into making it and that you are convinced of its success! And now take this mess out of my sight!” When the lesson is over, Mildred is still scrubbing her kettle, trying very hard to erase every speck of pondweed or mashed maggots. She almost climbs into the kettle which is turned sideways and therefore doesn’t notice her teacher’s presence. Hecate has calmed down a bit, now that all the noise is gone, and looks at the girl with something resembling a smile on her lips. “One would imagine you were a bit more confident in yourself with a mother like you have.” “What?” Mildred crawls out of the cauldron and bumps her head in the process. “Did you say something about my mum?” “Oh, only that she seems very self-assured. And I heard her say not to be afraid of that potions woman no matter how scary she might be.” Mildred desperately wishes her mum wouldn’t have walked her back to school yesterday evening, but even more than that she wishes to disappear into the ground. Or turn into a frog. Anything to avoid looking at Miss Hardbroom. “I, uhm, sorry Miss Hardbroom, she didn’t mean to, well, I sometimes talk too much and she must have heard…something wrong?” Now she dares to look up but to her surprise the teacher does not look angry. Is that a smile? But it is a sad smile somehow and Mildred is suddenly not afraid of this woman. Hecate looks at her, just looks, without the usual judgement, and then waves her hand to dismiss the girl. Her friends are still waiting for her outside and instantly fire questions at her. Did she get extra detention? Does she have to clean up after everybody for two weeks? 500 lines, surely! But Mildred just shakes her head and is unusually quiet for the rest of the evening. The second time they meet is on Hallow’s Eve. Miss Cackle has decided to hold a parent-inclusive Halloween party to strengthen the bond between the families and the school. From the moment the invitation arrives, Julie is kind off freaking out about the festivities. “What if I have nothing to talk to the other parents about? What if nobody even wants to talk to a non-magic person? And what should I wear? Do you have a spare cloak or something?” “Mum, it’s gonna be fine”, laughs Mildred. “If HB could see you right now, making such a fuss, you ‘self-assured woman’ you, she’d probably change her mind.” “Change her mind about what? Millie, what do you mean?” Julie’s voice rises a few notes and Mildred realizes she has made a mistake. “Nothing mum, just something HB said. By the way, Maud’s and Enid’s parents can’t wait to meet you so you definitely have to come!” Her mother seems to be a bit calmer, as far as Mildred can see through the mirror. They chat about school stuff and how the neighbour’s dog has escaped again and are about to say goodbye, when Julie suddenly starts to hem and haw. “So, about Miss Hardbroom, did she really say that?” “Well, yeah, she wanted to lecture me that I should behave more like you I guess, more confident. She was kinda nice in that moment, still don’t know why.” “Alright…well, see you Saturday then!” And Julie leaves the room before Mildred can find out why she asked. The girls have spent all day decorating the big hall and the entrance and Miss Cackle has allowed some of the older pupils to help in the kitchen. That is why the food resembles old fingers and bloody eyeballs, and the Witches Brew has been enhanced by a bit more alcohol than intended. Everywhere you go you see girls playing tricks on each other and parents standing in small groups, talking. Mildred takes another look across the room and Enid slaps her on the shoulder. “Hey, your mum’s fine! See, I bet my mum is showing her some embarrassing pictures of my first broomstick lesson now…” “If you say so…” But Mildred smiles. She hadn’t shown her mother how nervous she has been, one freaked out Hubble is enough, but now everything is going really well. Her friends’ parents had warmly welcomed her mother and now they seem to have a good time, chatting and laughing, so Mildred feels comfortable in leaving Julie alone. There is one trick the girls really want to play on Sybil and her friends before the night is over and they haven’t found them yet.It is true, Julie enjoys talking to the Spellbodys and the Nightshades. They are nice people, very different from each other but open-minded and not at all disrespectful towards Julie like some other parents in the room. Nevertheless, she can’t help but sneak a few glances towards the woman in black who is standing almost in the shadows of a corner. She hasn’t moved since Julie started to watch her and nobody approaches her. Hecate looks almost like a statue, a beautiful one admittedly, except when she raises an eyebrow and has to visibly hold herself back when some girls near hear are fooling around with a jumping pumpkin. She seems so detached from the world around her it is no wonder nobody tries to talk to her. She looks lonely. “Excuse me for a bit, I’ll be back later, alright?” Julie gives the others a smile and disappears into the crowd. First she needs some encouragement. She would not admit it, but she also feels intimidated by Miss Hardbroom. Back when the teacher talked to her disrespectfully she answered back almost out of reflex and to defend Mildred, but this is a different situation. She almost downs one cup of Witches Brew and shudders due to the bitter aftertaste. With two new cups in her hands she makes her way across the increasingly filled hall. You got this, Julie. You are confident and never have a problem with making small-talk. Say something intelligent. “Want a cuppa?” Hecate is too surprised that somebody actually came up to her that it takes a few seconds for her to notice the hand holding a steaming cup under her nose. She takes it and looks at the blonde woman standing in front of her. Julie blushes under the intense stare and searches for something better to say when Hecate opens her mouth. “Thank you, mistress Hubble.” “It’s Julie. Well, I don’t know if you do this first-name thing and mistress sounds actually quite nice, but, uhm, anyway, how are you?” Hecate lets a tiny smile escape. This woman is adorable in a way, talking too much and blushing again, and now she is looking at her like she actually wants to have an answer. “I am…I don’t like so much noise, or crowds, so, could be better.” She doesn’t know why she is telling her that. Almost a stranger, also the mother of her problem child Mildred Hubble, and a non-magical person! But her eyes are kind and she is the only one that came to speak to her. “I’m not one for big crowds either”, Julie admits and nibbles on her drink. “Wanna go somewhere more quiet?” Hecate’s eyes widen just a tiny bit but Julie notices and quickly adds: “I didn’t mean it that way, I just, I…oh you know!” It really is cute and the witch is tempted to tease her more, but then she just turns around and opens the door leading to the hallway. “Well, are you coming?”

#the worst witch #hecate hardbroom #julie hubble #mildred hubble #hecate x julie #what is their ship name?#hardbubble #femslash

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cerealmonster15 · 7 years

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ddadds kids....

i like thinking about them as one big extended cul-de-sac family... [headcanons and stuff!]

imagine all the families spending the holidays together! i’m sure some celebrate things that the rest dont but theyd probs have one big generic get together during The Holiday Season

all of the kids are crammed together on one big “kid’s table” even tho like half of them are teenagers and there are more offspring than parents

someone always ends up starting a food fight,, usually ernest and lucien, or the twins [either pair. both pairs?? christie and christian vs hazel and briar??]

this was referenced in game once so amanda probs ends up babysitting a lot when she’s home from college for breaks+ during that short time shes still around before she leaves! she’d be a cool fun babysitter, but tough enough to keep some of the more rambunctious kids in check ;p

[ernest voice] dad i dont NEED a babysitter!!! [hugo voice] son i want to know that i can be away for the weekend and come home to a house that isn’t on fire

ernest is probs really snarky to amanda when she babysits like “youre not the boss of me” and going out of his way to cause trouble, but amanda is Cool and probs gives him a run for his money with snark and idk shenanigans ensue and he probs secretly admires her and thinks she’s awesome but would rather die than let anyone ever find out

lucien looks like he might be fairly close to amanda’s age? they probs dont have all that much in common, but damien’s date revealed that lucien listens to mcr, and amanda made her dad listen to black parade, so I bet they could bond over some music tastes here and there

LET LUCIEN GIVE AMANDA A COOL GOTH MAKEOVER

amanda: pleeeeeaaaaassseeeeeee ;D??? lucien: no way. the goth lifestyle isnt for posers i think with enough pestering she’d get him to cave. he’d take great time and care while painting her nails to make sure he does it Right

amanda probs comments on how careful and skilled he does it like “wow you really take this stuff seriously” “uh obviously??”

once he finishes, amanda takes a pic, and then all the other neighbors see her and are bothering lucien to make them look cool too. he pretends to hate it but actually has a lot of fun and is secretly really happy that they think he’s good at what he does

amanda convinces lucien to do like, cool goth makeup videos and put them on youtube/instagram. she helps him with filming and doing photography of final looks and together they get a lot of followers. sometimes she’ll guest star in his videos if he needs a face model other than his own

amanda’s kinda freaked out by christie and christian at first but over time gets used to and sees past their “creepy twin shtick” and, much like her dad [in the joseph brownie date] learns to use it to mess with them and possibly other people

at first chris probably doesnt talk to amanda a lot and keeps to himself when she’s over, but maybe over time she’d adapt to him and learn a few things hes interested in and express gentle interest in those things to kind of help him open up to her more

chris gets quietly attached to her like shes an older sister

everyone in the cul de sac does. they love amanda

AND EACH OTHER

i want daisy to be involved with the carmensita and amanda girl band thing mentioned briefly during one of mat’s dates. that’d be adorable

you know what else would be adorable? allllll the cul de sac kids coming to briar and hazel’s softball games to support them.

the kids going to each others’ anything to support them!! when theyre in clubs and activities that put on shows or performances or other sports games, as many of the neighbors that can make it are there

when they get older, they try to be more and more obnoxious to embarrass their neighbors in front of everyone, like making huge support signs and banners with glitter with a stupid yet supportive pun that one of their dads helped come up with, or printing their neighbor’s face on a tshirt or a giant cutout on a popsicle stick, shouting as loud as possible

they def went to amanda’s actual graduation and PROBABLY ALL CRIED

a lot of this has amanda centric bc i Love Her, but also,,

maybe hugo and craig start going to wrestling matches together [+dadsona] so ernest sees a lot of the cahn kids. if amanda’s in town, she’s with them and in charge. if not, ernest is technically in charge, but secretly [not so secretly probably] the dads are counting on briar and hazel [briar, mostly] to keep things from falling to disaster for the few hours theyre out

they all like to take turns riding on the Giant Dog that ernest got in damien’s route [duchess something i think?] [a good component that should be canon in all universes]

“lets put river on him” “no she’ll fall off” “wheres the duct tape” “n o”

if enough disaster happens leaving these kids alone together, they probably get dropped off at another dad’s house to be looked after for a while. joseph volunteers to look after them but since he and mary are already looking after 4 and KEEP LOSING CRISH, they tend to try and ask literally anyone else

[not that theyre bad parents lmao but it’d be easier for all the other parents that just have One Kid]

i bet christian and christie love robert’s wild spooky stories. he probably makes up so much bullshit to fuck with any kid that’s listening

they’d carpool if they could fit enough kids in one car. it’s probably a 2-3 car carpool depending on who’s driving what size car and who needs to go where at what time

there are probably so many inside jokes[CUL DE SAC MEMES......] that are born at every cul de sac gathering.

when amanda’s home from college, all the kids wanna be the first to tell her all about the SHENANIGANS she’s missed out on

river and crish are bffs once theyre old enough for human interaction. they Have To Be.

pranking each other in the school hallways plz, or just all around chaos. god help the teachers that somehow end up with 2+ of the cul de sac kids in the same class

ernest definitely sends his dog to poop on damien’s lawn outside lucien’s bedroom window / probably does the flaming bag of dog poop ding dong ditch when he knows lucien’s home alone and will be the one to answer the door

christie and chris like when briar and hazel pretend to be each other, so they get their hands on a pair of scissors and chris gives christie a terrible haircut. possibly briar and hazel try and help with the scheme and things just get Worse and joseph has to take his daughter to a Professional [or maybe one of the dads is really good with hair/has had their child do the same thing and is good with fixing a bad haircut ;p]

carmensita goes through a goth phase after she goes over to lucien’s to be babysat one day. mat does not know how to Deal bc this isnt the type of music hes used to playing but he loves and supports his daughter regardless and likes to hear her singing all kinds of music to broaden her horizons and strengthen her talent

G R O U P T E X T between all the kids old enough to have phones

there are lots of memes. lots. of memes.

they take candid shitty photos of each other all the time and send them in the chat, and particularly amusing ones end up reused as reaction photos

lucien: [sends photo of ernest having just spilled cereal on himself with duchess in the background making off with a piece of pizza] ernest: fuck u carmensita: mood daisy: why are you having pizza and cereal for breakfast? ernest: dont tell me how to live my life amanda: lol tag urself i’m duchess

this is just something i like to do w/ my friends but they’d probs also stealthily take pictures of each other when theyre out and about and send them to each other in secret like amanda’s out with her dad at the grocery store and spots lucien and damien in the dairy isle and is like FUCK,, she hides behind a stand of donuts or w/e and takes a pic of them and sends it to lucien w/ no context or like “lol hey”

it becomes a war of sending pics of each other to each other/the group without getting caught. lucien and ernest probably act like they think it’s stupid but get so competitive about it

they all keep score and it probably also would extend to taking stealthy pics of cul de sac dads too Just Because

the dads find out about the competition somehow and like,,, secretly are so into who’s winning. especially brian and dadsona. sometimes they’ll try and serve as a distraction for their child to get a sneaky pic so they can win, but usually the kids prefer the solo missions

val comes and visits sometimes with cool stories. sometimes she brings her girlfriend, and amanda especially looks up to them like two cool older sisters [i dont remember if it was jacket pins or photography that val said her gf is into, but whatever it is i’m sure amanda would geek out about it with her]

christie and christian eventually grow out of their “creepy twin” thing but still have a more unique brand of humor/personality. the cul de sac kids are used to them by then, and will THROW DOWN with anyone that bullies them/ calls them freaks or anything like that, or anyone that picks on chis [and eventually crish] by association or for any other reason

THESE KIDS MAY ARGUE AND FIGHT AND STUFF SOMETIMES BUT THEY’LL STICK UP FOR EACH OTHER IF ANYONE OUTSIDE THE CUL DE SAC TRIES TO START SOMETHING W/ ONE OF THEIR OWN

i could go on forever making up headcanons or scenarios for these kids bc i love them and constantly crave more content about them but imma stop here bc it’s been over an hour and this is Long but anyway plz talk to me about these kids + the cul de sac as a whole. share ur headcanons,,,,, i l o v e the m ,,

#ddadds #headcanons #long post #VERY LONG MY B #dream daddy #I GOT REALLY INTO IT #but now i gotta clean my room a bit hurgk blegh

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