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squishmallow36 · 2 years

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Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Forty-six

Word count: 2.6k

Tw: Dex blaming himself for the events of the previous chapter

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Standing a few metres away from home, I try to find the courage to cross to the front door.

Fitz whispers, “If you want, I can tell them.”

I shake my head.

“No.” It’s my fault.

“It’s my fault for hiding Keefe.”

“Well, Lovise getting hurt is mine, so don’t even try to play that card.”

“Fine then. You tell your parents about that. But I have to tell them about their store.”

“You shouldn’t have to do that.”

“It’s my fault Gisela did what she did.”

“She’d have--,” I pause, realizing the futility of my argument. “Honestly, I should just give up trying to debate against you.”

Thanks to Wonderboy, I’m hyper aware that how I say ‘against’ is another one of my little things I pronounce oddly.

He shrugs. “I already have.”

I untangle my fingers from his, and take a deep breath, attempting to find whatever bravery I have.

Slowly unlocking the door, I call, “Mom? I’ve got some news concerning the Neverseen.”

I am aware it’s too formal, Fitzroy, before you even start.

“One sec…” Mom replies from the living room. “Okay? What’s up?”

I see Lex, running and yelling at the top of his lungs, and Mom notices my hesitation.

Apparently Fitz does too, as he supplies, with no apparent regard for the triplets hearing things, “I’m not going to beat around the bush here. The Neverseen destroyed the store.”

I look at him, not sure how he just strung that sentence together.

Mom’s reaction is less intense than I’d have expected. “Well. You’re not playing a prank on me, right?”

I just now realize, “I should’ve taken pictures.”

“Pictures wouldn’t do it justice,” Fitz says, “But I’ll stay here and watch the triplets if you and Kesler want to go visit with Dex.”

“I’ll stay here,” I argue.

“No, you won’t,” he replies.

I refuse to look at him, because I know for a fact that I’d be much more persuaded by his argument if I did.

Mom goes to Dad’s office here, and I somehow register with a start that I should thank my lucky stars that Dad or anyone else weren’t at the store when it went down.

Together, we leap to Mysterium, and both Mom and Dad’s initial reaction to seeing it involves a lot of swear words.

And you know it has to be bad because the triplets can destroy almost everything and they can still bleep it out at the very least.

“You okay?” Mom asks, ruffling my hair.

Not really, but it’s fine. “Yeah.”

Dad’s reaction is much more like my own would be. “It looks like there was an explosion that radiated out from here,” he says, pointing at a corner.

“I know it was somewhere more toward the back, so most, if not all, of our inventory is in a toxic soup back there.”

“So maybe you don’t touch it then. Either of you,” Mom suggests.

“Yeah. There was something on fire near the caesium, because it turned violet for a little while.”

“I’m just glad you and Fitz weren’t hurt.” Mom gives me a one armed hug, pressing me into her side for just a moment. It’d have been nice if I wasn’t taller than her. I don’t want to be tall because tall means adult and adult means responsibility.

Don’t argue with my logic. I know it’s irrational.

“Lovise wasn’t quite so lucky. She’s fine, before you ask. Elwin said she’s just got a couple of bruises and scratches.”

Mom says, completely deadpan, “You had to involve Elwin.”

“Fitz texted him.”

“Ah yes. Throw him under the bus.”

Meanwhile, Dad’s train of thought has driven off its tracks as mine so often does, murmuring to himself, “Why would they have done this? You stay at home, and they know you’re part of the collective, so it can’t be against you personally...right?”

I also talk to myself quite often, so I reply, “It’s probably mostly shock value. Although I’d argue how much of a shock they can cause after so many different demonstrations of their ability to strike anywhere at any time. Gisela also wants to know where Keefe is, so she must’ve had this set up in case we didn’t give him to her.”

“How many times do we have to say that we can’t control him as much as she can’t?” Mom wonders.

“You can’t reason with unreasonable people, Jules.”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

We stand there in silence for the next few minutes. It feels like hours.

I know they’re just trying to be strong, and pretend that everything’s fine. I think I am too, a little bit.

I can’t help myself from trying to figure out a simple solution of how to fix all of this, even though I know you can’t magically bring a building back up from the ground and pretend like it never went down.

Mom breaks the silence by saying, “I think I should go save Fitz.��

“I’ll come with you. Unless you still need me here.”

Dad replies, “No. I should go hail Uncle Grady or Aunt Edaline to borrow a few gnomes to help with the cleanup and then start on the plans of Slurps and Burps take two. Maybe finding a less flammable material would be a good place to start.”

“Everything’s flammable if you try hard enough.”

“I believe I was the one who taught you that.”

“Just checking. Gotta make sure you remember.”

With that, we leap home, and I grab Fitz before leaping to the Healing Centre to visit Lovise.

And maybe him, if the triplets broke him. Just kidding. Mostly.

When I see her, I say, creatively, “Hey.”

“I didn’t know I was allowed visitors yet.”

Elwin notices me and starts preparing for the worst. Like I’m the usual bringer of destruction. Although I guess that has been my pattern recently.

“Don’t worry, Elwin. I’m just here to check on your patient.”

“She is my patient no longer. She’s going to escape soon enough so I’m going to release her into your care. Just try not to get into too much more trouble today or tomorrow.”

Fitz snorts lightly. “Like that’ll happen.”

I take a second to consider the thought that decided to reveal itself.

“I don’t know if this counts, but I do have a bit of a request. Just because I can’t exactly do it myself.”

“What now?” Elwin sighs.

I give him a crumpled piece of paper with my calculations from earlier, complete with hand dragging across paper pencil smudges and all.

“Sorry about my handwriting, but I was thinking this could be a Keefe solution. You know, the next time he pops up out of nowhere.”

He takes a few seconds before suggesting, “How about this? I can’t read this and I know how finicky alchemy is, so you can borrow my lab if you want.”

“Really?” I ask, knowing full well that I wouldn’t let others get their grubby little paws on mine.

“Yeah. Just make sure I have all of your ingredients before you start. I don’t know if I’ll have everything.”

“Thanks,” I say, already beginning to search his beautifully maintained shelves of ingredients.

I see a nearly empty bottle of Cwiofyr, a rare mineral made from lightning striking lava that happens to be highly explosive, and mutter, “Easiest way to destroy a ceiling.”

That greatly distresses Fitz.

I get a decent amount down my list, and I can’t seem to find the mancas, which is the active ingredient.

“Elwin, do you know off the top of your head if you have mancas?”

“Considering I’ve never heard of it, I’d say probably not. I’m going to regret this, but we’ve got a storeroom for all of the alchemy sessions here.”

I smile. “Yes, yes you are.”

Once you let me in there, you’re going to have to drag me back out whether you like it or not.

We get there, and I’d like to make a clarification. I’m never leaving because I’m never going to find anything in this place.

I mean, there’s only four rows of shelves, with actual chemicals being on opposite ends. Organic chemicals might be on the left side, but, at the same time, it could also be household products, while the right has your classic chemicals.

And there is no way I can understand how anyone can find anything here, apart from memorizing the shelves, on purpose or by accident.

I have to search slowly, vial of chemical by vial of chemical. There’s one just labelled, “Poison,” which would be descriptive if half the stuff in here couldn’t kill you. Easily.

Fitz, however, finds the mancas with zero difficulty.

How did you do that?

I take it and add it to a small tray so I can carry things back with me. Figuring it’d be easier to not bounce back and forth from the Healing Centre, I ask Fitz, “Can you find the forswigian? A one-tenth molar solution, if possible.”

“I don’t know what that means but I’ll try.”

It’s a mere few seconds before he asks, “Is this it?”

And it is. Down to the molarity, which wasn’t his doing but I still choose to be irritated.

I decide that I’m not going to find anything, and he seems to have a gift for this for some unknown reason. I find some space on my scratch paper and write down a list of everything I still need before giving it to him.

Two minutes. That’s how long it takes him to find a half dozen ingredients.

In this mess.

“Here you go,” he says, shifting around bottles in the tray to make space for the hlosian.

“How do you do this?” I have to ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not that hard.”

A wave of anger surfaces from his total apathy, because for some magical reason he can find his way around this place without any trouble.

Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t been conditioned with my Dad’s organization system.

Nah. It’s magic.

“You don’t understand how messed up the organization system here is.”

“Oh. Okay...”

“I’m going to make you find things if we have to do this again in the future. You don’t get a choice,” I snap.

“Not that bad of a punishment.”

Honestly, it’s more of a punishment for me. I get to stand here, useless, while he does stuff I should be able to do.

I turn and walk back to the Healing Centre without another word.

It’s definitely fun trying to balance a dozen bottles in a tiny tray without letting them make too much noise because glass clinking against glass is loud.

For the next hour or two-ish, my brain melts out of my ears, trying to take extra caution to not break anything of Elwin’s.

It doesn’t help that Fitz is watching the entire time. Distracting me, per usual.

And there’s no nice way to tell him to go away and let me focus.

Finally, cringing as I wait to see if the mixture reacts negatively to the forswigian, I announce, tentatively, “It hasn’t exploded, so I think we’re good. Probably. Maybe.”

Clearly concerned about something, Fitz says, “Cool…”

“And it hasn’t melted through the glass, which is a major bonus.”

“That’s a bonus? Were you going to give it to Keefe if it did?”

“There’s more things at the store that are perfectly safe to consume, assuming you take the proper amounts, but that’s how everything works. Even water. Don’t drink several litres in a short amount of time. It won’t be pretty. Like a third of the store is in clear plastic or something similar because they enjoy burning through glass.”

“Is this one of those?”

“Nah. That’s how you tell you did it just wrong enough to not blow a hole in the roof. At least in its normal concentration.”

“Alchemy safety standards are...very interesting.”

Even I can hear the sarcasm in that sentence. So you know it’s piled on thick.

“Yeah, well, you’ve been saved by alchemy more than once. So shut up.”

“Fair point,” he concedes.

A few seconds pass before I figure, “We should leave Elwin to let him do whatever he wants. You know, since I’m done and I have no clue why you’re still here.”

He shrugs, mouth forming a word before I get a telepathic message.

Am I not allowed to watch my boyfriend work?

I flush bright red on instinct, trying to piece myself back together.

“Elwin,” my voice cracks, although I’m not sure if this is because I can’t function or because it hates me. “Thanks again for letting me work here. We’re going to get going now, if you don’t mind getting rid of us. Bye!”

Voice slightly muffled by a closed office door, Elwin calls, “See you later!”

Fitz and I both walk backwards out the door, waving, even though he isn’t looking.

Slowly, we start to make our way down to the Leapmaster, mostly because we, or at least, I don’t want to go home quite yet.

The door swings shut, and Fitz asks, “You okay? But don’t just say yes because that’s how your brain was programmed.”

“You okay?”

“I mean, now, I’m worried about how you just blatantly dodged my question, but overall, not terrible.”

“What do you want me to say, then?”

“Maybe I want you to acknowledge that you’ve thrown yourself into this project for the past few hours to distract yourself from actually thinking about things. I can tell.”

“Fitzy, that’s just how I process things.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ignoring them until you don’t have to deal with them anymore?”

Suddenly defensive, I ask, “Remind me. Who made you a psychologist?”

He sighs, lacing his fingers with mine. “That doesn’t mean I can’t worry about my--about you.”

He should really know by now to not let my imagination run wild like this.

With what was he going to end that sentence? Was he going to call me his boyfriend again? Was it just the fact that there could maybe be someone listening? Or something else?

Did I do something to make him backtrack?

“And I’m trying to tell you that you don’t have to worry.”

“You say that like I can stop voluntarily. It doesn’t work like that. I’ve lived with my Dad and his ‘no reason to worry’ crap for my entire life. I would know.”

“And you say all of that like I’m not in the exact same boat. Godzilla was the one that threatened you.”

“We already dealt with that. Earlier today.”

“I refuse to believe that you’ve completely processed that.”

“This is entirely off topic but you should add the way you say process to your list.”

“I don’t have a list!”

He gives me a look.

“At least in the physical realm.”

“Knew it. But the whole Godzilla thing is a conversation for another time. Because I don’t think we can loiter here too much longer.”

Standing under the Leapmaster, I say, “I guess it is. But that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of it. See you tomorrow?”

“If not sooner.”

Fitz leans over, leaving the lightest brush of his lips against my cheek.

Unsurprisingly, my brain short circuits once again, and while I’m trying to fix it, he leaps away, smirking.

Although I may have imagined it.

I have to take a good thirty seconds before I stop feeling like I’ve just had to do a presentation for Elvin history with a half-finished slide deck because I forgot what day it was.

I’d rather not fade away because I was too gay to function.

When I do get home, I smile, knowing that everything’s back to how it should be.

By which I mean lots of screaming and an immortal ice yeti that for some stars forsaken reason won’t get shattered into a million pieces.

#kotlc #detz #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #kotlc fanfic

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girlofmanyfandoms · 4 years

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The Awesome Saucers Pt 3

A/n: This is part 3 of the neglected side characters band headcanon turned fic. You know the drill! Enjoy!

Word count: 1,030

Warnings: They on some Mission Impossible stuff

“Good morning,” Biana greeted Sandor as she arrived at the second floor of Havenfield. Biana had already talked to Bo and Flori about distracting Grady and Edaline, but she had a feeling Bo was only in it to prove himself a better bodyguard than a goblin. For Sandor, however, she had a slightly different idea.

“Someone’s waiting for you downstairs,” Biana informed him.

Sandor, being Sandor, narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Who would that be?”

“Look and see.”

Sandor huffed and unsheathed his sword in preparation. A clang was heard as a second sword met his. Sandor attempted to block, but was knocked off his feet as a sword threatened to slice his neck.

“Someone’s out of practice,” Grizel sing-songed as she sheathed her sword.

Sandor copied her actions. “I wasn’t expecting you to visit today. Shouldn’t Fitz be with you?”

“Woltzer will be fine with Fitz. And Biana came over to hang out with Sophie. She invited me to tag along.”

Biana put in a lot of effort to hold in her snicker. She had used her Vanishing skills to escape Woltzer’s eyes. Grizel was on board with the plan right away, most likely glad to have a reason to bother Sandor all day. Biana let the couple continue, and knocked on Sophie’s door.

Sophie peeked her head out before granting the girl entry and locking the door. “Did Dex give you the thumbs up message yet?”

“Yup,” Biana answered, checking her Imparter. “Just now. He said Lovise is busy with the triplets, Kesler is in the lab, and Juline is away for Black Swan business. This is perfect!”

Just then, Dex showed up. “Stina’s on her way,” Dex reassured. “A bunch of unicorns are running loose, Timkin and Vika will be busy rounding them up all day.”

“What about Tam?” Sophie questioned. “Is he coming?”

Biana read a new message on her Imparter. “Yuppers,” she exclaimed, pairing her response with finger guns. “Looks like his bodyguard couldn’t care less either. How convenient.”

Tam and Stina walked through the door at the same time.

“So,” Stina sneered. “When are your sparkly horse friends going to show up?”

Sophie clutched her head in sudden pain. “Right about now. Let’s sneak outside. We can’t have Sandor or my parents see us. I already have the obscurers. You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Tam murmured.

“Let’s go then.”

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“Are we almost there?” Tam shouted over the wind, eyes closed as shut as he could make them and hands gripping the mane Greyfell tightly.

“Don’t be a child Tam,” Biana called from her place on Silveny.

“Yeah, Tam,” Stina sassed. “Don’t be childish.”

“Did you really have to seat me with her?” Tam yelled.

“Sorry!” Sophie replied loudly. “But not sorry. Neither of us would sit with her.”

“I see how it is, you-” Stina scoffed.

“But to answer your question,” Sophie interrupted. “We’re about to land. Get ready!”

Silveny and Greyfell landed gracefully in an empty alleyway.

“Wait for us, okay?” Sophie told Silveny.

“WAIT!WAIT!WAIT!” she transmitted to Sophie. Sophie left the obscurer by them and made her way out of the alley.

The four of them walked into the music store and breathed in it’s scent.

“This is amazing,” Biana breathed. Being in this proximity to so much music was sending her senses into overdrive. “Let’s browse, shall we?”

Soon enough, they had what they came for, and headed to the cash register. As Sophie conversed with the cashier, Dex grabbed a violin.

When Tam raised an eyebrow, Dex explained, “For the triplets.” He winked at Biana, and handed Sophie the cash.

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The process repeated for the next day, but when it came to Day 3, a little extra brainstorming was needed.

“Ok, so Linh got her cello this morning, but the drums will be a bit more difficult to transport,” Sophie began. “Which is why we need your strength, Ro.”

“Of course you do,” Ro boasted.

“We’ll get in and get out, okay Marella?” Sophie asked.

“Get in and get out of what?” Edaline inquired, throwing the door open suddenly. An apologetic-looking Flori smiled shyly.

“Uh-”

“I’m going to show them something in Atlantis,” Ro lied. “It’s a surprise.”

Edaline seemed suspicious, but dropped it. “Ok. Be safe and have fun.”

Dex blew out a sigh of relief. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Sophie said in disbelief that they had gotten away with that. “I guess I am.”

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As soon as Marella had the drums set up in her room, she called Linh and Biana over. Her room was full of reds, oranges, and pinks, the colors of a sunset. Marella sat criss cross on her hot pink bed sheets as she drummed her fingers on the footboard.

“Biana, I know you’ve been plotting something,” Marella speculated.

“Well, I guess you could say that.” Biana bit her lip nervously. It’s now or never. “We all have instruments now, right?” Marella and Linh nodded. “I thought that maybe if we put a bit of practice into it, we could form a band and make music for the Lost Cities.” Biana waited for a reaction.

“We’re pretty inexperienced,” Linh hesitated. “We only got our instruments today.”

“But we’re willing to give it a shot,” Marella finished for her. “We can call the others tomorrow. But for now, let’s enjoy this girls’ night.”

Biana was shocked and elated and ecstatic all at once. Just as she was about to thank them, Marella threw a pillow at Linh’s head.

“Oh, it’s on,” Linh grinned. She grabbed the pillow from her side, and attacked Biana. It was chaotic and good and pure. When they finally got exhausted, they decided to take a snack break. As Marella shut her door behind her, she noticed something in the corner of her eye and jumped. It was her mother. But something was different about her. Smiling, Marella realized. Her mother was smiling gently. Because she knew her daughter would become something great despite, or maybe even because of her.

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“This is the right decision,” Marella reasoned with herself and she poured glasses of lushberry juice for Linh and Biana. “It has to be.”

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ultralazycreatorfan · 5 years

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I love your keefex headcanons!! They’re so cute!! Do you have anymore keefex Headcanons?

Yes?! I always have more for keefex?! You make me so happy???!! Thank you so much?!!!*clears throat* Here’s some more (I’m sorry these are really messy)

They ended up being longer that I thought they would... heh heh.

Keefe surprise kisses Dex. Like, they’ll just be minding their own business and the next thing Dex knows his face is being peppered.

Dates include, but are not limited to: Making random things in the kitchen, window shopping, yet rarely buying, watching human movies.

The first to know were Ro and Lovise because they were there. Lovise stayed quiet until that night, telling Dex she was very happy for him. Ro, on the other hand, cheered and whooped and clapped before letting out a dramatic “FINALLY!”

The first people they decided to tell however, was Juline and then Kesler who were both very proud of their son and were, surprising Keefe, incredibly welcoming. They even told him, in private, if he ever needed somewhere to go their home was always open.

Those two convinced them to tell the triplets who made Keefe sign a “Never Hurt Dex” contract.

At first they kept their relationship secret from everyone else since they weren’t sure how their friends would react, but Sophie caught on pretty quickly and got them to spill the beans.

Sophie’s reaction was so positive and encouraging that it gave them the courage to come out to the rest of their friends later that month.

Now if they do something cute, such as giving one another a quick peck, Tam and Fitz start gagging - mostly Fitz though. It’s payback for all the sophitz gagging.

Dex blushes SUPER easily and if you think Keefe doesn’t think that it is the cutest thing ever you are dead wrong.

Keefe uses the blushing to his advantage sometimes though. They’re both trying to get to the mallowmelt? Make Dex blush and he’s home free.

Okay, but he does still share some of the mallowmelt. He’s not that mean.

Dex’s secret weapon is catching Keefe off guard, which he’s slowly become a pro at doing.

Normally it means a flustered Keefe scrambling to make himself presentable.

This gives time for Dex to do whatever he wants for a good five-ten seconds.

Dex just walked into Keefe’s room one day, picked a shirt up off the floor, and claimed it, for example.

Keefe was too confused to react for a minute. He didn’t know why his boyfriend would want a shirt that would give him sweater paws. Let alone that was dirty.

But then Dex put it on and Keefe decided he didn’t care why Dex wanted it. He just knew that it was cute and he wanted him to keep it.

If either of them is ever in a bad mood, once they see one another they’re back to happy again. It kind of annoys all their friends, but it’s also endearing.

There was one time where Sophie couldn’t cheer Dex up for the life of her and once they walked out of Foxfire and saw Keefe she was flabbergasted when Dex’s face broke out into a full on smile.

She told Keefe about it later and it just made him grin and crack a lighthearted joke about he was secretly the Dexinator’s emotional stabilizer. But Sophie could tell he was a bit flattered.

Speaking of emotional stabilizers, Dex’s emotions are actually incredibly even, unlike Sophie’s which have more of a roller coaster effect.

So if Keefe has had a long day, uh, snuggles please?

He comes up with random excuses just to cuddle. Or have the Technopath lay on him like a blanket - whatever works, really.

“Dexy-baby, I’m cold and you need to come over because I broke my imparter” (”Keefe, you’re on your imparter.”) “Dex, are you working on anything? Can I come over?”

Bonus: When Cassius found out he looked to the side, sighed, and said, “Well, at least the two of you can’t make any demon-pranking spawn.” He then carried out his normal business.

#thank you for the ask again!!!#kotlc #keefex #dex dizznee #keefe sencen

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