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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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nothing in their hands (t, one-shot, angst, post frozen 2 | elsa-centric, elsamaren & kristanna | cw: major character death, pregnancy)

When it first happened, Elsa didn't understand what it meant to learn she was the fifth spirit. Now she knows it means watching the world move on around her while she stays frozen in time.

aka the angstiest possible take on the end of the movie

She starts to wonder one morning when Honeymaren is braiding her hair for her, humming to herself as her nimble fingers work their way through the silky white strands.

“You’re lucky, Elsa,” the woman whispers, pressing a kiss just below her ear that sends goosebumps racing across her shoulders. “I don’t think your hair has grown at all since you came here. I get so annoyed having to keep mine trimmed.”

“I’m sure you’re imagining it,” she replies, though something deep within her suddenly tenses, pulled tight as a bowstring.

Later, when she’s alone, she stands over a pond and gazes at her reflection. Her hair, as always, falls just below her ribcage, just as it has for the past year without having been touched.

---

“You’ll be here when it happens, right?”

A pang of guilt strikes her; her little sister has always looked up to her, depended on her, but recently she’s been neglecting her familial duties. The forest needs me, she writes on scraps of paper that are quickly swirled away, or it’s just a busy time or I think maybe next week I can.

In truth, she finds it hard to walk upright under the weight of all the stares that come her way each time she visits the city. The people still know her, still revere her, but the fear in their eyes is always palpable, and it cuts at her as it did the first time her powers were revealed.

She rests her hand on her sister’s rounded belly. “Of course, Anna. I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

When her nephew arrives all in a rush of sweat and tears, she cradles him, long after his parents have fallen into an exhausted sleep. He looks up at her, blue eyes wide.

“What do you see, my darling?” she whispers, but all he does is watch, keeping a silent vigil in her arms.

---

“What happened when you were in Ahtohallan?”

“I saw the memories floating, the ones made of ice, and I followed.”

“How far?”

“To the bottom.”

Pabbie sucks in a breath. “And then…”

“I froze.”

“And you came back only when the dam fell.”

She nods.

He takes her hand in his, gently. “I don’t think all of you came back.”

It’s hard to breathe, suddenly, but does she even need to any more?

“What would have happened if I hadn’t gone to the bottom?”

“We cannot know. All we can do is move forward.”

She wishes she could.

---

She lies beside Honeymaren at night, admiring the way her eyelashes brush against the curve of her cheekbone, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, wondering what her lover dreams of.

She doesn’t need to sleep any more; she realized that a few months ago. Food, too, serves no purpose, but she eats all the same, not wanting to draw even more attention to herself.

She still hasn’t told her the truth. Perhaps it’s better if she slips away in the night, goes too deep into the forest to be followed. In the end, it would be easier for them both.

Honeymaren stirs in her sleep, rolling over and mumbling something. She leans forward, and hears the mumbled word again: “Elsa.”

Perhaps tomorrow night, then.

---

The second time around, things don’t go as smoothly. She paces in the hallway, clenching and unclenching her fists as frost paints the walls, wishing she were the spirit of something useful. What good is ice, she thinks, furious with herself, when your sister lays dying in the next room?

Anna pulls through; so do the twins, but they will be her last. Elsa holds her as she mourns the loss of a future that had been so dearly longed for, shoulders shaking with sobs.

She wishes for the first time that it was Anna who had been granted this unending, unchanging life; for her it would have been a blessing, not a curse. Anna would know what to do with oceans of time, would use it all to the last drop.

Kristoff comes in just after Anna has fallen asleep, aching to hold his wife himself. Elsa leaves them alone, pressing a kiss to her sister’s temple as she goes. She knows she will not return.

---

There are creases at the corners of Honeymaren’s eyes, and Elsa finds them enchanting, taking every opportunity to kiss them, despite repeated protests.

Others in the tribe tell her they envy her, that they want to know her secret for staying so young and beautiful. She laughs off their comments, telling them it’s just all the fresh air of the mountain.

She realizes one night that Honeymaren has never asked such a thing. As they sit together on a fallen log, Elsa entwines their hands. “How long have you known?”

“Since you came back. You were-- different. I felt it in my heart, even then. Nobody comes back from Ahtohallan, not until you.”

---

She’s patrolling the woods one evening when she hears a gasp. Spinning on her heel, she turns to see a figure wrapped in a deep purple cloak, hair twined up in a bun. There are gray strands at her temples.

“Is it really you?”

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Anna doesn’t care. She lurches forward, eyes already filling with tears, and Elsa catches her in a tight embrace. “I-- I don’t understand this, any of it,” the younger woman whispers, voice trembling. “But I’m still your sister. You could have told me.”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You have never been a burden.”

---

She never does return to the city, but Anna begins making the trek into the mountains each month, more if she’s able. Sometimes she brings the children in tow, and they scramble around the forest whooping with such joy that even Elsa can’t help but laugh.

Kristoff always accompanies her, and Elsa is glad to know that she left her sister in such gentle hands. There is an understanding between them, one born of being granted power that was entirely unexpected and not always wanted. But unlike her, he is making use of it; he is a good king, well-loved by his family and his people.

Elsa wishes she could say the same for herself. She spends her days making icicles. What good has that ever done anybody?

---

Honeymaren is the first to leave her. Elsa has been able to feel the end hovering on the horizon like a fog slowly rolling in. It’s peaceful, easy; one minute she is breathing deeply in her sleep, the next, she isn’t.

She kisses her cooling brow and weeps for the first time in years.

---

She gets the letter too late and doesn’t make it to Arendelle on time to say goodbye.

She’s learned to travel like the wind, though, and hides herself amongst the crowds to watch the procession, led by her nephew, standing tall as he guides the black-draped caskets to their final resting place.

She almost envies them, the way their hearts had been so closely intertwined even death couldn’t break them apart. She had loved Honeymaren the same, but it hadn’t mattered.

“Say hello to her for me,” she breathes, just before she slips away.

---

She stops living with the tribe; it pains her too much to look around and realize that no face is familiar.

She keeps watch from a distance over them, the families of the ones she loved so dearly, and over her nieces and nephew, who now have children of their own. She is half of a bridge, standing without support and still refusing to crumble into the dark waters below.

---

The little snowman is the last to leave her.

“I think I’m ready to go,” he says, gently, knowing it will break her heart.

She holds his hand as he fades away, wishing someone could do the same for her.

---

She spends her unending days in Ahtohallan now, watching as the world moves on. Unable to face it herself, she calls up storm after storm, desperate for the stories the sculptures will tell her. She loses herself in them, a sea of memories that are no longer her own, and she wishes she could drown in it.

She does not know how long she stays in the caverns, watching the world go by in shards of ice and hungering to move on with it. She returns always to the same pair, the two little girls playing in the snow.

“Do the magic!” she hears, echoing in the back of her mind like a constant refrain, a reminder of all she has lost to this power she never wanted.

“Take it back!” she calls one day, the words wrenched from her in a sob. “I don’t want it any more!”

No one answers.

---

Time rolls on. She calls up her sculptures, day in and day out, the stories they show her now so complicated she can no longer follow.

But one gives her pause; she presses her fingertips against the rounded, icy cheek, and wonders if maybe, just maybe--

She has lost count of the years she has lingered in the ice. She had forgotten the feeling of the sun on her face, the breeze on her hair, all the wonderful cacophony of the world around her.

She makes her way to the edge of the forest, lingering in shadow, a habit that is hard to break even though she learned years ago to make herself invisible as the other four spirits do. A group of children is approaching, led by a man wearing clothing of a style she doesn’t recognize.

“And some say the guardians of this forest are still alive, and they still protect the city to this day!” he whispers, and the children gasp in excitement.

“Are they really magic?” a tiny voice lisps, and Elsa turns towards the speaker.

She sees her sister in the girl’s face, though her eyes are brown, and somehow-- she knows.

A bigger boy guffaws and elbows the girl. “Don’t be stupid, Ellie. Magic isn’t--”

He’s silenced by a sudden swirl of snow that flurries through the trees, flapping his scarf up to cover his mouth. Ellie giggles.

She watches the children the rest of the day, making sure to clear the path ahead of them and their teacher as they hike through the woods. And when the sun begins to dip below the horizon and they turn to go, the little girl turns around, eyes wide with the kind of wonder she had thought no longer existed.

“Goodbye,” Ellie whispers.

“Goodbye,” Elsa responds, sending her words floating along the breeze. The girl smiles and turns back towards the city.

Elsa hasn’t felt this warm in years.

#I KNOW IT'S SAD SDJFKA; but i couldn't stop thinking about it #time to cleanse myself by writing some more beard kristoff nonsense or something omg #also shoutout to bluefire for bringing this up and making me realize i wasnt the only one wondering abt this #elsamaren #frozen fics #my fics

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jaxsteamblog · 5 years

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One Bed

The snow started to fall just as Zuko stepped out of the taxi. He shut the door, pulling on his gloves and looking up at the slate sky as the taxi driver took out his luggage. As Zuko adjusted his muffler, the taxi driver stood next to him and also looked up, rubbing his eye from a fallen snowflake.

“They haven’t cancelled your flight?” The man asked. Zuko sighed and looked at his smart watch.

“Not as of yet.” He said. The taxi driver nodded and the two men shook hands.

“Have a safe flight your Highness.” The driver said. Zuko shook his head but smiled.

“Thanks.” He replied. Disowned and disgraced, Zuko hadn’t been much of a prince since he was fourteen. That was, as the cliche went, a lifetime ago and Zuko was headed toward better things. Clicking the handlebar into place, Zuko turned and walked toward the automatic doors of the receiving terminal.

He had gotten through security and was heading toward the VIP lounge when he heard someone call his name. Turning, Zuko scanned the sparse crowd till he saw the figure rushing toward him.

“Kat?” He asked in shock. Katara came bustling up, dragging a tattered suitcase behind her, smiling broadly.

“What are you doing in Omashu?” She asked as she slowed, getting closer to him.

“I had business here. What are you doing here?” Zuko asked.

“My internship is here actually.” Katara said, fidgeting now with her chunky knitted scarf. “Are you taking the two-thirty to Kyoshi?”

“I am.” Zuko replied and they lapsed into an awkward silence. “Are you, uh, travelling alone?” Katara stared at him blankly for a minute, blinking rapidly. Then a thought dawned on her and she smiled again before laughing lightly.

“Oh right, yeah. I broke off the engagement months ago.” She said.

“What?” He balked.

“Did Sokka not tell you?”

“No!”

“Weird, he told me about-” Katara stopped herself, rolling her lips inward and looking embarrassed. Zuko sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead.

“About Mai and me.” He finished for her.

“Sorry.” Katara murmured.

“No, no it’s fine.” Zuko turned and looked at the lounge. “Would you like to get a drink with me? I saw on the board that our flight is delayed.”

“Am I allowed in there?” Katara asked.

“For how much I pay and how often I fly, the least they can do is let me bring a friend.” Zuko replied, looking over his shoulder to smile at her. Katara softened and smiled back.

“Then sure. I hate flying so maybe this will help me sleep through it.” She said. Zuko gestured for her to go ahead and the two of them walked to the small kiosk at the entrance of the lounge. A woman in a crisp blue suit and bold red lipstick greeted them. She took in the cut of Zuko’s peacoat and Katara’s large parka, but her expression never changed. Whether it was out of a lack of judgement or the ability to mask it, Zuko didn’t know.

“Member card?” She asked and Zuko pulled out his wallet. He slid the heavy black card out and handed it to her, grinned reassuringly at Katara.

“She is here as my guest.” Zuko said, turning back to the woman as she scanned his card.

“Welcome Mr. Nakamura.” The woman greeted as she handed back his card. Her eyes slid over to Katara. “And guest.” Zuko cleared his throat as he replaced the card and offered Katara his arm.

“Shall we?” He asked. Katara tossed her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the woman at the kiosk, and took his arm.

“Thank you.”

For whatever reason, no matter the time, the VIP lounge was always dim. Perhaps it was to perpetuate a forever nightscape to keep travellers trapped in the liminal state. A man in a crumpled suit laid draped over a table with crumpled straw wrappers and a sweating tumbler of amber liquid. For him it was more like one in the morning than one in the afternoon. Zuko ushered Katara to the raised bar and they both took a moment to shed the outer layers of their winter wear.

“Have you eaten?” Zuko asked as they both hung coats and scarves over the back of their long legged chairs.

“Breakfast yeah, but not lunch yet.” Katara replied as she stowed her luggage under the bar and perched on the table. As if summoned, another woman wearing a matching blue suit to the one at the kiosk, appeared and handed them navy blue folders. Zuko took his as he sat and watched her place a plank of a menu between them; the drink list.

“Water?” He asked.

“Please.” Katara said primly as she opened her menu. As her face disappeared behind the blue screen, Zuko slid the woman his black card.

“Two waters to start please.” He said. The woman whisked the card away and walked off as Zuko flipped his menu open on the bar.

“Sushi?” Katara asked idly.

“This place is good, but that would still be airport sushi.” Zuko countered and Katara chuckled.

After they had ordered and the water had been delivered, Zuko and Katara sat still mostly isolated. The low tone of some smooth jazz album was barely audible and Zuko tuned it out. Katara slumped forward against the bar, casually using her bending to stir her straw through her glass of water.

“You know, I’m actually offended you didn’t know I was in Omashu.” She said suddenly. Zuko sat back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh?” He replied, raising his brow in question.

“I told you that was why I couldn’t make it to Sokka’s bachelor party.” Katara said. Zuko raised a finger as he pulled his cellphone out of his coat pocket.

“APPA, search Katara’s emails for keyword ‘Omashu’ please.” He said into the flat black screen. The rim of the screen glowed a blueish white line before it fully illuminated.

“Keyword not found.” The artificial voice said. Katara sat up, ready to argue, but Zuko pushed out his hand toward her.

“APPA, please read the email tagged Katara’s excuse.” He said. The outline glowed again before the screen.

“There are sixteen emails tagged ‘Katara’s excuse.’ Would you like me to read them all?” The phone said.

“Newest please.” Zuko said.

“Okay, I get it.” Katara said with a laugh and Zuko just set the phone down on the bar.

“Reading newest email tagged ‘Katara’s excuse,’ received last month: ‘Hey! Sorry I can’t make it out there for the party, my internship is getting crazy. Hopefully we can meet up before the wedding!’ End of email.” The phone screen darkened and Zuko turned to Katara, who used her fingers to flick water into his face.

“I love that you named your phone assistant after Appa.” She remarked.

“That’s entirely Sokka’s fault. Watch how you can open the GPS.” Zuko said and leaned over his phone. “APPA, yip yip.” The phone turned on and the GPS app opened.

“Where would you like to go?” The phone asked before Zuko reached down to turn it off. Katara covered her face as she laughed. She calmed as the attendant came with their plates.

“When do you release it?” Katara asked while Zuko unwrapped his chopsticks. He tapped them against the bar and then dipped them into the plate of noodles.

“We have a limited release in the next few months. I’m moving away from phones though, since we made the decision as a company to protest planned obsolescence.” He said.

“What’s next for Nakamura Telecommunications?” Katara questioned, cutting into her steak.

“Much of the same.” Zuko picked up a thick noodle and dipped it into the small bowl of liquid in his plate. “I’ve created a non-profit to start manufacturing transportable medical equipment.”

“That’s different.” Katara said.

“It is. But anyway, how did your last tournament go? Sokka told me you won but not much else.” Zuko said. Katara snorted and paused to chew.

“Well, I didn’t win because that’s not how my school does things. It was an exhibition, and I kicked ass.” She said.

Zuko’s smart watch beeped and he tapped it to see the notification.

“Looks like we’re delayed again.” He said.

“Time for a beer?” Katara asked.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Zuko replied.

After five drinks in, their flight was finally cancelled due to weather. Katara swore as Zuko signed the bill and replaced his wallet.

“They’re gonna give me a voucher for a shitty motel.” She muttered as she jammed her arm through her jacket sleeve.

“Come on, let’s go check at the counter.” Zuko said evenly as he folded his jacket over his arm and pulled up the handle for his suitcase. Katara just continued to mutter as she followed him out of the lounge. Zuko smiled pleasantly at the woman at the kiosk, though now he was unsure if she was the same woman from earlier. He wondered, briefly, if that was a statement about him or the company who hired these women.

They walked through the terminal to the ticket counter, where a young man stood behind a computer; the only person behind the long counter with empty terminals. It was oddly quiet and the large tinted windows of the airport had been further darkened by the winter sunset and constant snow.

“Hello, we were set to board the two-thirty to Kyoshi.” Zuko said as they stepped up. “Do you know when the next flight will be?”

The young man, wearing a name tag with “HUA” typed in bronze letters, typed something into his computer.

“The next flight is a ten forty-five tomorrow morning.” Hua replied.

“Excellent. Do you have vouchers for accommodations for tonight?” Zuko asked.

“Unfortunately, the hotel we use is booked already.” Hua answered. Katara stomped off, swearing loudly now, and Zuko sighed.

“I’m a VIP member, can you check to see if there’s someplace I can use my points?” He asked as he slid his card over the counter. Hua took in and resumed typing.

“There’s a suite at the Blue Oasis hotel. Would you like me to book it?” Hua inquired.

“Please. And call a car, if you wouldn’t mind.” Zuko said.

After everything had been booked and printed, Zuko went off and collected Katara.

“Come on, I got us a room.” He said, craning over Katara’s slumped form. Her head was buried in her crossed arms as she sat on the floor with her back against a pillar. Katara popped her head up and looked at him suspiciously.

“How?” She asked.

“I’m very wealthy Katara.” He replied and Katara snorted.

“I guess it does help when you’re the nephew of the Fire Lord.” She said.

“It’s more like I’m the head of a multi-billion company but sure, let’s go with the easy one.” Zuko quipped. He held out a hand and helped Katara to her feet. She tottered for a second, slightly off her step. Zuko continued to hold her hand as she leaned down to pick up the various cuts of cloth that had fallen off of her. He noted, for one odd moment, that he hadn’t actually held hands with someone in a long time. Katara’s hands were warm and she held him with the same indifference that she would hold onto a stair railing. But the touch of her skin made Zuko’s heart flutter.

“Okay, let’s go.” She said, still holding his hand. Unsure of if it would be ruder to let go or continue holding on, Zuko panicked and just kept hold of her as he walked to the exit. Katara easily fell in step with him and they were quiet, so Zuko could only hear the rolling wheels of their luggage and that subdued smooth jazz that was piped through the whole airport.

Heat seemed to build between their hands and Zuko wondered if as a Firebender he could spontaneously combust. It wasn’t something they had ever discussed in his lessons growing up.

The automatic doors opened and an air current blew warm air down on them. It wasn’t until the doors shut that they were hit by the gust of cold air. Zuko immediately began to cycle his breath, sending warmth to his limbs and extremities, but Katara didn’t seem fazed.

“You are so warm.” She said before leaning into Zuko, turning her hand so that their fingers interlaced. Zuko, in spite of the warmth that now was searing inside of him, froze and his shoulders pulled up.

“Still a Firebender Katara.” He said gently and she chuckled.

“Very useful.” She said. Zuko let out a cloud of breath and looked up at the black sky. He couldn’t see any stars, for all the lights of the airport or from high flying clouds, but the snow was still coming down in soft petals. It was only about five in the evening, but the sun set so quickly in the winter, and it felt so much later.

“Katara, are you drunk?” Zuko asked.

“A little.” Katara answered in a small voice. Zuko lowered his head with a smile. His smart watch buzzed and he rolled his wrist over, as his hand was still tied up in Katara’s fingers, and the screen illuminated.

“The car is here.” He said just as a sleek black town car drove into the taxi lane. The driver popped out and held up an umbrella, but Katara shook Zuko loose and used a hand to pull together a shield of snowflakes over their heads. The driver tucked the umbrella under his arm and came around to open their doors and take their luggage.

“So useful.” Zuko stated as Katara slid into the car, while he leaned against it, his arm on the roof. Katara paused and looked up at him, flicking her hands toward him. The cover of snowflakes dissipated and fell on Zuko’s head. She was laughing as Zuko got in, shaking his head to spray her with water. Sitting back, he started steaming the rest of it away.

The driver didn’t comment as he closed their door before getting into the front seat.

The hotel was close to the airport, but due to the weather the driver proceeded slowly over poorly salted roads. Zuko settled in and let Katara continue to rest against him.

“So I guess you’re not still mad that I’m Sokka’s best man?” He asked and Katara blew a raspberry.

“I mean, I get it. And I’m glad you guys are good friends, but it still stung.” She admitted.

“If you get married, is he going to be your maid of honor?” Zuko inquired.

“Of course. But could you imagine if we got married?” Katara said and Zuko choked.

“What?”

“He couldn’t be in both of our parties.” Katara explained. Zuko slowed his breathing.

“Good thing we’re not getting married then.” He said evenly.

“You’d have to buy me a drink first.” Katara joked and Zuko laughed.

“I did that already.” He pointed out.

“Well are you proposing then?” Katara asked.

“I think there’s supposed to be a few more steps before that.” Zuko countered. He was warm, so warm, but he was suddenly trembling. He fought against the spasms of his muscles, trying to hide his obvious anxiety from Katara. She sat up and looked at him.

“Alright Mister Businessman, what are the steps to get to marriage?” She asked.

Gods above, Zuko didn’t know if she was flirting. He looked at her, unable to swallow or breathe, and tried to figure it out in the split second before he could respond. They hadn’t drunk much, she was just as touchy as her brother, they hadn’t seen each other in months. Was she just being overly friendly, or was she flirting?

He needed to know because he knew how he wanted to answer. He knew exactly how he wanted to answer.

“It’s like the old song, first comes love?” He said and Katara just looked at him for a moment. Either disappointed or unimpressed, she just leaned against him again.

“I tried that. It didn’t work out.” She muttered and Zuko sighed.

“Same. But I’ll let you know if I figure anything out.” He replied.

“Thanks Zuko.”

When they pulled up to hotel, they found the drive up blocked by two large industrial vans. One was an HVAC and the other was a local plumbing service.

They should have been as obvious as corvids, as they were a pair of ill omens.

The driver pulled up as far under the covered drive as he could and opened their doors before unloading their things from the trunk. Zuko took a few bills from his wallet and handed them to the driver as Katara took her suitcase and started for the front of the hotel. This level of expectation in regards to his wallet was fascinating to see. Where Mai had always been obvious about it, his friends had moved into a blithe acceptance; only Toph had funds that rivalled his and no one else could afford to move in this manner. Mai presumed, while Katara knew that any protest or offer would be feeble. She, much like her brother, just kept moving.

Katara waited for him in the lobby, and was patient as he took the time to remove his gloves and stick them in his coat pocket. Then they wordlessly walked to the check in desk.

“Good evening, my name is Zuko Nakamura and I have a room reserved.” Zuko said, producing a different but equally heavy onyx card. The concierge paled.

“Ah, forgive me Mr. Nakamura, but there is an issue with your room.” He said.

“What do you mean?” Zuko asked.

“We’ve been doing renovations, and a pipe burst on the eleventh floor. All of the rooms have been moved.” The concierge explained.

“Where is my new room?”

“We’ve placed you in room 618, but it isn’t a suite.”

“And that means?”

“There’s only one bed.”

Zuko and Katara stood at the foot of the bed and they both sighed.

“It’s really not a problem.” Katara stated.

“It’s inappropriate.” Zuko said.

“Why? Do you think we’ll be sleeping in the nude or something?”

“What? No, I-”

“Zuko, we can just sleep in the bed together.”

“But you’re…”

“What? A girl? Because I know you’ve bunked with Sokka before.”

“It’s not that.”

“So you’re worried for my dignity or something? I didn’t think you were a chauvinist Zuko.”

“I am very much not! Katara, please, it’s-”

“You’re worried Sokka will be upset? It’s one night.”

“Katara will you please let me finish a thought!”

Katara snapped her mouth shut and looked at him as Zuko ran his hands through his hair. He sat down hard on the edge of the bed, keeping his head cradled in his hands.

“I don’t want to share the bed because I very much would like to touch you and it will be very difficult for me to sleep next to you.” He said.

“Touch me how?” She asked.

Touch me, how? Would be simple confusion. Touch me? How? Would be incomprehension.

Touch me how? Is asking for examples.

Zuko looked up and found Katara standing directly in front of him. Was she flirting or angry? The clarity and intensity of her gaze didn’t give him an answer but thrilled him all the same.

At this point, he could only give her honesty. Being coy would gain him nothing.

“I don’t know. It’s not like I have any sort of tangible thought in my head. I saw you and for the first time we’re both single and I just want to touch you.” He answered.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. Zuko stood in a fluid movement, standing easily a head taller than her. His intensity covered the return of his trembling and now Katara wavered in her stance. Looking up at him, her lips slightly parted, and Zuko cupped her face with one hand. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip and he watched the movement, before flicking his eyes back up to hers.

“I just want to feel you Katara. You can tell me how you want to be touched.” He said. Her eyes widened in shock and it broke a bit of the mood. He wondered how others had gone about laying hands on her and Zuko bristled.

“I would like you to kiss me.” She said. Zuko hesitated. It wasn’t Sokka that he worried about. It was that in three days, they would all be back in Kyoshi. The wedding would bring romance and alcohol, and Aang. Tonight was just one night.

He dipped toward her, moving his hand to the back of her head as he kissed her. Gently, softly. She was smiling before they parted.

“Buy me dinner?” She asked, now so obviously coy and flirtatious.

“To spend the night together? How textbook.” He retorted. Katara laughed and Zuko grinned at her amusement.

“If we order room service we can kill two birds with one stone.”

“Do you know how expensive room service is?”

“Oh is Mister Multi-Billion Conglomerate not liquid?”

“I seem to be for how easily you’re manipulating me.”

Katara burst into raucous laughter and Zuko couldn’t help but join in.

“That was an awful pun.” She said.

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“I always enjoy you Zuko.”

Zuko had channeled lightning that left him less charged.

Katara playfully shoved him over as she leapt onto the bed and crawled over to the head. She clicked on the lampp on the nightstand and propped herself up against the headboard as she examined the menu.

“The prices are ludicrous.” She conceded. Zuko took off his outerwear and started picking Katara’s clothes off the floor.

“Since you challenged my financial security, feel free to order to your heart’s content.” He remarked as he set about hanging things up.

“Would you have sex with me?” Katara asked suddenly.

“What?” Zuko exclaimed and whirled to look at her. Katara idly looked up from the menu, blinked at him, then looked back down.

“Would you?” She repeated.

“No.” He said firmly.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I’m not ready for that.” Zuko blurted quickly. Katara nodded and flipped through the heavy laminated pages.

“That’s why I like you Zuko. It’s not you hedging your bets and making it seem like it’d be up to me, or because you’re worried about Sokka.” She said.

“That’s. Katara that is really disturbing when you think about the implications.” Zuko replied. He paused and then shut the closet door.

“Have you been testing me?” He asked suddenly, keeping his focus on the closet door.

“No.” Katara answered and Zuko relaxed under the wave of relief. “I mean, not until that last question anyway.”

Zuko went back to the bed and sat at the foot while he removed his shoes. He turned and began prying off Katara’s boots while she held up her leg, still looking for food. Again, this servitude was more akin to comfort than the prostate nature he had taken with Mai. There had been days after training where he had fallen at Katara’s feet and whined piteously until she started to massage his aching muscles. It was simply what they did for each other.

He wondered why this fearful reaction to his attraction had even occured really as he tossed her boots to the floor and pulled on her legs. Katara shrieked in glee as he pulled her down the bed and moved over her, watching as she slid the menu down her face to peek at him.

“You’re mean.” He said. Katara tilted her head back and lowered the menu a bit more so the rest of her face was exposed.

“You encourage it.” She countered.

“You should be nicer to me. I took a lightning bolt to the chest for you.” He said.

“Sure, but what have you done for me lately?” Katara quipped. Zuko snatched the menu away and flung it to the side. Katara laughed again and covered her face with her hands.

“You are a ridiculous creature.” He said. Katara opened her hands to make blinders on the sides of her face.

“But you love me.” She said jovilly. A joke.

“I do.” He replied softly. Seriously. Her hands, slightly shaking, reached up. He lowered himself as her arms went around his neck. He gently pressed his weight against her as they kissed again. He kept his eyes closed, unable to look at her face.

“A drink and love.” Katara whispered in his ear. “Are you proposing Zuko?”

Zuko kissed the soft, warm skin of her neck.

“Not yet.” He murmured. “Not tonight.”

#jax writes #zutara #one shot #fluff #but there was only one bed

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eldoraldos-blog · 7 years

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Father!Jongin au

A/N: I’m so sorry, this sucks! it’s so rushed ugh, but I hope I can rewrite it at some point and maybe make it longer and better! Enjoy, mwah xo

“Come on Yoonoh!” Jongin called for his four-year-old son. “You’re going to be late to Kindergarten. It’s the first day after Christmas break, we don’t want to be late, do we?”

“Coming!” the small four-year-old ran towards Jongin, with his t-rex tucked safely under his arm, allowing him to put his jacket on – with some struggle due to the toy - before they both set out, bracing the cold January air.

Whilst walking along the streets to the location of the kindergarten Yoonoh attended, Jongin felt his heart swell with pride and love as he listened to his son talk about how pretty the streets looked with the small layer of snow, and how he was excited to see his friends again. Jongin cherished moments like this, when they would walk together and admire their city, and he would wonder how Yoonoh learned the words he used. It was times like this when he loved being a dad, even if he longed to have someone to share a child with.

Reaching the school, Jongin assisted his son in taking off his jacket, however just as he was about to bid farewell for the day, he heard the voice of a distressed woman crying out, “Youngjin, show down!”

Looking up, he had to stop himself from snickering. The woman came crashing into the small corridor being led by a small boy. Her jacket was sliding off and her hair completely covered her face, and Jongin couldn’t help but notice the small wet patches on the knees of her jeans.

He chuckled to himself as she struggled to fix herself up, whilst helping the young boy – who Jongin recognised as one of Yoonoh’s friends – take off his scarf and coat.

Jongin heard Yoonoh give a little cry of happiness at the sight of his friend and he rushed forward to show off the new toy he had gotten for Christmas.

“Is he yours?” he heard a female voice looking up to find you giving him a small smile, before motioning to the two boys before them.

“Yeah,” Jongin smiled warmly back. He couldn’t help but think the girl was very pretty. Laughing he stated, “I know you’re not Youngjin’s mother though.”

“No,” she smiled. “I’m Y/N, and he’s my nephew. I’m crashing with my sister for a while and she leaves early for work, so I told her I would take him to school. Which is easier said than done.”

“Jongin,” they shook hands before he continued, “Youngjin is a very hyper kid,”

“Tell me about it. He pulled me out through the door and I tripped and fell on my knees.”

Chuckling, Jongin replied, “that would explain the wet patches on your knee.”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “So do you always leave your son to school? Or does his mother do it sometimes?”

“I’m a single parent. Yoonoh’s mother isn’t in the picture anymore,” Jongin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Things hadn’t worked out between him and Yoonoh’s mother and she didn’t want anything to do with him, which angered him because he was such a great kid.

“Oh,” she grimaced. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just asked.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know. It’s just me and Yoonoh, which isn’t so bad. We’re very close, I love him to bits.”

“That’s sweet,” she smiled. “Well, it was really nice meeting you, but I need to get to work.”

“Oh! Of course,” he chuckled. “Well… perhaps I can have your number? If you’re single obviously. You know, if you ever need help getting Youngjin to school…” Jongin trailed off, a little embarrassed. She was cute and friendly and he wanted to get to know her better.

“I’m single, and yeah. You can have my number,” she chuckled and they exchanged numbers. “It was nice meeting you.”

“And you,” he grinned. He watched as she left with a large smile on his face, quietly celebrating in his head.

#jongin #kai #kai scenarios #exo #jongin scenario #exo scenario #kai au #kpop

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danvssomethingorother · 7 years

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An Afternoon on The Ice

Summary: Fiddleford invites the Stan twins to go ice skating with him

Pairing: very mild fiddauthor, only a small crush. Also mild implied fiddlestan.

Characters: Fiddleford Mcgucket, The Stan twins, Grauntie Mabel

Warnings: None

For my dear @memyselfandyoutube , I’m late for your bday and Christmas but I’m always happy to write Relativity Falls fluff.

The lake had frozen over a few weeks before halting any business Tate Mcgucket would usually get in his little tackle shop. Without the extra income coming in from his shop, things became tighter around the Mcgucket house, the old furnace didn’t warm the house up like it should and there was no money to get anything extra to warm their home up for the winter.

Fiddleford ended up spending a large chunk of his time down at the Mystery Shack with his only friends to escape the cold that had settled around his home.

Madame Mystery or as she constantly reminded Fiddleford to call her, Grauntie Mabel, had taken notice to Fiddleford’s seemingly permeant residency in her establishment. That morning as she was turning over the open sign for the gift shop she found the half frozen little boy waiting patiently outside, just as she was about to ask why he didn’t knock she took notice of her first customer of the morning standing beside her newest grandnephew (as far as she was concerned anyway).

Tyler Cutebiker was standing next to Fiddleford, talking his ear off. Both bundled up tight in the warm sweaters, mittens, hats and scarves Mabel had knit for them herself making her heart ache.

She ushered them into the gift shop with a wave of her arm, chastising the boys for not knocking and staying outside in this weather waiting for the shop to open as if they were the normal suckers. She had insisted Dan take the week off so he didn’t end up breaking any of her Christmas ornaments she had the boys painting the last few nights (Fidds being the only one to enjoy the activity while her blood nibblings only groaned in annoyance), so it was quite the shock to see one of his friends here at all but a pleasant one.

“I thought ya did all yer Christmas shopping during the summer,” Mabel said directed her smug grin at Tyler who was beginning to fidget under her direct gaze,” Did I wait up till midnight for ya to decide on a gift for nothing?”

His face began to full on flush at her playful ribbing as she began setting up the shop for the day, Fidds rushing to her side to assist the woman in her morning routines and flushing a deep crimson as she gently sat him down behind the counter and lovingly took off his snow-covered scarf and hat and wrapped him in a blanket she always kept under the cash register, just in case.

“I was thinkin’ of taking the kids skating down at the lake with Dan today,” Tyler began flushing as Mabel began unwinding his snow-covered scarf and offering him a warm handmade blanket as well, “I ran into Fidds down there this morning and he was quite the skater, but he was dead set on gettin’ the twins this morning before helping me teach Dan how to use his blades…”

“You boys settle in then and warm up, I’ll get you some hot chocolate while I get the bums I call nephews out of bed already. Can you believe they were watching those phony ghost shows long after you left last night Fidds? I thought I would never get any sleep once they started squabbling about how legit they were and who should have the remote…”

Fidds smiled brightly at her exaggerated tale of the twins fighting as she prepared him and Tyler some warm hot chocolate with a bit too much whip cream and sprinkles on top that Tyler kept trying to deny her offer of, not wanting that much sugar in his system after the last three cavities he got from visiting the woman.

She spun quite the tall tale as she tucked them both up with blankets in the warmer living room, pushing a protesting Tyler down in the recliner and a very willing Fidds into her comfortable rocking chair.

It was very easy to capture the twins in his mind even with her off, mocking imitations of them both and over exaggerated details. She fussed with his hair for a minute longer and he sank into her touch, her warm hands gently caressing his cheeks as she gave him a warm kiss on the forehead. Her hand-crafted perfume smelling just like he expected every loving grandmother to smell like, fresh baked cookies and her smile and caring hands helping him create the lie he belonged her with her, in this family. Finally belonged somewhere, love and wanted, and maybe this wouldn’t end when the twins once more departed.

Once she left the room, he just stared solemnly down at his coco, just letting it warm his fingers and tinkle his nose with its sweet smell.

He was snapped out of his rumination by the loud creek on the floor, he slowly lifted his head up to see Tyler on the other side of the room shooting his head up towards the stairway with a deer in the head lights look but let out a sigh of relief hearing Mabel loudly calling for the twins to get out of bed followed by their echoed grunts.

Tyler looked over at him and smiled, gesturing with his head for him to follow him. He maneuvered himself off the chair, clinging to his hot chocolate and tensing his shoulders up to keep the blanket in place. Keeping a close eye on the yarn basket next to the rocker trying not to accidentally disturb the half finished sweater hanging from the arm. He too glanced nervously up the stairs towards the Pines family cheerful banter as his foot hit the creaking board and almost considered just staying where the kind old woman had left him. His teeth scraped against his lip and his knee began to shiver as he kept his eyes upstairs but Tyler wasn't gonna take no for an answer. If he got caught in his mischief, might as well have someone cute by his side to make the punishment practically non existent.

They tip toed back into the gift shop, a smug little grin half forming on Tyler's face as he walked past the register he usually perched against distracting an already antsy Dan and he went straight towards a locked cabinet with a large glittery sign reading "Madame Mabel's potions".

Fidds stopped where he was, heart pounding faster as he saw what his friend was doing.

"Tyler..." he rasped out, once more looking behind him expecting the woman's disappointment in their behavior when she trusted them.

Tyler paid his worry no mind as he pulled a set of keys from his pocket with the mystery shack’s symbol dangling from the key ring making Fidds eyes bulge a little. He winked at Fidds as he began shifting through the key set trying each of the numerous keys into the lock.

“Dan left them in my car the other night when I gave him a ride home, I don’t intend to steal nothing, I just want a sample of her love perfume.”

“Janice bought a small bottle from Mabel last summer and right before her first date with Greg, she sprayed a little bit on her and you’ve seen them, Fidds, they are the most in love people I have ever seen.”

Some of the anxiety began to melt looking at the starry-eyed gleam shimmering in his eyes cast down at him. His lips curved after a few seconds of silence and he added with a shrug, “Though I think she defiantly added too much. I don’t want Dan to be that clingy towards me…”

Fidds watched him curiously as he dug through the cabinet, taking slow sips of his coco.

Tyler's smug smile returned to his face as he pulled a beautiful heart shaped perfume vial from the cabinet. He pulled back his sleeve and sprayed a tiny amount onto his arm instantly filling the room with a sweet scent.

"Just one kiss from your true love and you're bound forever but you know the spiel better than anyone right Fidds? I saw you eying her demonstration of the stuff last week as well."

Fidds face flushed and he averted his eyes away from his friend. His knees began to quake faster feeling that smile boring into him.

“No need to feel shame little buddy, I see the way you look at Ford it don’t take a genius to figure out yer just as in love with him as I am with Dan. We’re both too fools in love.”

Fidds looked away turning redder by the second, fingers tightening around his cup hoping the quakes running course through his system wouldn’t leave a mess on Mabel’s floor. He had been trying for the last few months the Stan twins had taken up residency with their aunt to hide his crush on his best friend but to his utter dismay his blushing and longing stares had not gone unnoticed by anyone. Still, though, he tried to deny it with a sheepish grin and a shake of his head, his fingers tightening further around the mug making him wince a little as the hot ceramic made his bare fingers tingle under the heat.

The action was in vain though, Tyler playfully snatched Fidd’s hand and the second the concoction was sprayed on his wrist, he ended up dropping his glass.

This was the suspicious scene Stanly Pines entered this story on.

“What are you knuckleheads doin down here?” he scowled at them shaking his head, “You are in for it big time when Grauntie…”

He paused, a smirk creeping past his scowl looking at the bottle Tyler was now desperately trying to keep out of his line of sight.

“What’s ya got there, pal?” Fidds began squirming as that slimy, unnerving grin went from Tyler before landing on Fidds hand being tucked behind his back and the quivers rolling through his body.

Stan shot forward before Fidds had time to react grabbing him by his and yanking it forward for him to inspect further. His smile kept growing and a few chuckles slipped out as he took a whiff of the aroma there. He pulled away, a grimace settling over his smile and his fingers pinching his nose.

“EUGH!” he exclaimed swiping at the air, “That’s Mabel’s disgusting love potion made with all her girliest perfumes!”

“I know that smell anywhere! I can’t believe you willingly put it on yourself!”

Tyler slapped his hand over Stan’s mouth, eyes shooting back and forth looking for signs of Mabel coming down stairs. Upstairs she was having a loud argument with Ford on the benefits of bathing but he was arguing he didn’t need to do that since he bathed a few days ago and wasn’t that dirty.

“Stanly, you can not tell yer aunt we stole some of her potions. I heard rumor the last person she stole from…went missing.”

Fidds became stiff, he may not believe Mabel would harm anyone but he couldn’t bear to live in a world where she never wanted to talk to him again and the Pines weren’t part of his life.

“And what’s ta stop me from telling her?” he said that smug grin coming back as he snatched the bottle from Tyler while he was staring at him in his panic.

“Please Stanly!” Fidds began looking uptowards Mabel and Ford arguing upstairs in his panic, “I’ll do whatever ya want, don’t tell yer aunt we was playing with her merchandise!”

Stan rested his thumb under his chin and made a loud humming noise, “I suppose, I could let this one slide, if I get a favor out of both of ya at any time I need something.”

They both took hard side glances at each other, knowing this wasn’t a good thing but ultimately nodded their heads solemnly. Being indebted to Stan was a million times better then breaking Mabel’s heart.

Stan shut up the perfume and locked it up safe and sound by the time Mabel appeared down stairs, her annoyance turning to concern seeing the broken glass Fidds was trying to clean up himself while Tyler stood nervously fidgeting by him and Stan sat whistling on the register absently smacking a bobble head.

She gently took the glass shards from out of Fidds little hands and smiled at him.

“It’s ok babe, don’t worry about this mess it was an accident.”

A tear slowly slipped out at that point. Mabel was so nice to him and he had just broke her belongings and stolen something that cost quite the pretty penny from her gift shop. She paused in cleaning up the mess he had made and pulled him into a hug kissing his head.

“It’s ok, sugar bean,” she whispered rubbing his back, “I ain’t mad about a little mess like this.”

She placed another kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Go get cleaned up now and we’ll leave when you get back.”

Disappearing down the hall to the Employee wash room he heard her hissing at Stan for upsetting him like that and a small argument ensuing. He felt a thick layer of guilt wash over him at that point shutting the bathroom door shut.

Mabel grabbed his hand as they left the shack and the action grounded Fidds, making a small smile grace his lips as she pushed him in the back seat next to Ford. Ford had been pouting since Mabel had made him bathe but Fidds didn’t mind he leaned closer to his friend as Stan pressed himself in the car. He smelled much better then he usually did.

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Fiddleford’s waning luck ran out very quickly.

The car ride had gone smoothly but arriving on the lake had not gone as smoothly.

For one, Ford wanted to go explore around the edges around the lake and wouldn’t listen to their begs for him to hang out with them skating on the ice, his nose stuck in a book as he left them too soon.

Fidds would have gladly gone with him and even began to but Stan grabbed him firmly by the scuff of his jacket making a not so subtle reminder that he knew he had stolen from Mabel. He glanced over towards Mabel talking away to his dad who didn’t seem to be paying her any attention and nodded solemly. He never wanted to lose this family, so being away from Ford for a day shouldn’t be that bad. He wouldn’t be that far from view he reasoned seeing Ford plop down in the snow and begin sketching something in his home-made journal and popping the mysterious author’s journal open next to him.

Fidds had been skating every winter since he had moved out to live with his father when he was six and had it to an art. Stan, however, took to the ice like a babe taking their first steps. Clumsy, no poise or grace and maybe a tab bit violently taking hold of Fidds and having him go down with him each time.

He took him down for the third time this afternoon, making him land on his butt and grunt loudly at the bruises he was sure to have in the morning because of Stan’s rough mannerisms.

Thistle Down, was quite the impressive skater though. Jumping through the air with grace and poise even someone who had been doing it for over five years like Fidds would envy. He did a figure eight around where they sat on the ground. Fidds watching in awe, a flush on his face not caused by the cold and Stan staring with a sneer.

“Come on, Stan my man! It isn’t so hard if ya just try a little!” Thistle said with a smug smile skating back over to a cheering group of girls, Carla among them to Stan’s anger.

Fidds glanced over to meet Carla’s glare of disapproval of her friend showing off like that to set off Stan but Stan didn’t notice it as he grabbed Fidds roughly and pulled him down to his level.

“Come on, yer gonna pay me back for keepin’ yer secret by teaching me how to skate away from these losers.”

Fidds had no real way to object so he let Stan lead him away from their friends, Ford disappearing from his line of sight the farther they went making him sigh sadly.

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Fidds was nervous as he helped Stan skate to the far side of the lake, far away from their friends cheering on Thistle, far away from Ford doing his own expedition making his debt to Stan moot and more importantly far enough away where his dad wouldn’t hear them yell if they ran into trouble. His knees were shaking so bad Stan had to help keep them both from toppling over putting most of the weight on his wobbly legs.

“This should be far enough,” Stan declared grabbing tightly onto Fidds who nearly fell down once more this afternoon and glared at Stan.

“Why did we have to go out so far? We could have practiced where we were at,” he groused with an eye roll, he was already tired having to drag his much larger friend all the way across the lake as he had done.

“I don’t want Carla seeing me fall on me ass, that’s why,” he spat once more dragging Fidds down with him so they could both sit on the icy surface for rest.

“I think she saw that enough while ya dragged us both out here,” Fidds grumbled ignoring the murderous look in his friend’s eyes to look back from where they came, their friends mere outlines now. Ford was all the way back there too, it felt like it was a waste of time for Tyler to have given him a sample of the love potion now, not like he would get a chance to really use it.

“I want to come back over there more skilled then that jerk and yer gonna help me!”

Fidds shook his head, he couldn’t believe he thought he could learn a skill like this in a single afternoon.

He tried to point this simple fact out but Stan refused to listen, thinking he would learn enough, sweep Carla off her feet with his new moves and leave Thistle crying when he was done with him (his description, not Fiddleford’s).

Fidds shook his head and accepted Stan wasn’t going to listen, the sooner he grew bored, the sooner they could return to the others and maybe enjoy the afternoon.

To Fidds surprise, it actually wasn’t terrible being out alone with Stan like this.

It was rather, dare he say it, fun. Stan was his rough abrasive self as usual, but Fidds rather liked his determination to see through his ridiculous goal. Under all the snark, he was willing to learn, taking Fidds’s hand and even being gentle with him as he began to calm down.

Fidds was smiling brightly when Stan finally learned to balance on his own (giving his own abused back a break) and it only grew as Stan began to skate around him (albeit on shaky legs but without his assistance none the less).

“Hey, hey Fidds,” Stan called that bolt of enthusiasm passing right from him and shocking Fidds as well as he shakily balanced on one leg, arms awkwardly spread keeping his balance, “I’m finally gettin’ it!”

Stan, unsurprisingly tripped over his own feet soon after but Fidds very happily went to help him get up.

“Hey, Fidds, what’s that over there?”

Fidds tilted his head to see what Stan was referring to but saw nothing, when he said he didn’t see it, Stan rolled his eyes and grabbed him pulling him down completely beside him. Fidds’s butt smacked hard against the ice yet again making the boy scowl towards his friend but Stan didn’t give him time to say a snide remark as he grabbed his head and turned it roughly, pointing his finger out towards whatever he had seen.

Fidds squinted, near sighted as he was he almost missed it completely but as he slid his glasses up from the bridge of his nose where they had fallen back into place, he let out a gasp. Stan let out loud, gruff laugh at his reaction, slapping him on the back and calling him blind before hauling him up with him ‘to go get a betta look’.

Fidds would have been just fine staying where he was but his arguments were caught in his throat and nothing came out but stuttering half made protests.

So along with Stan he went to brave the unknown, the unknown in this case being what appeared to be a large tooth sunk into the lake. As if some creature lost it when trying to eat its last prey on this very lake…

Fidds for once in this afternoon didn’t mind holding onto to his friend as they made their way closer to the protruding tooth.

Fidds held his ground, skidding to a halt before they could arrive in front of the foreign object causing Stan to trip over himself once more bringing Fidds down with him. Luckily for Fidds (and not so lucky for Stan) the fall down wasn’t bruising this time as he landed on top of soft Stan, who growled loudly in annoyance.

He shoved Fidds off him in a huff as he clamored up on to his feet and yanked Fidds up with him who was scowling and content on staying where he was on the ground then going another step farther towards that thing in the ice.

Stan loosened his hold when they rose and shrugged giving a sympathetic side glance to the panic in Fidds eyes, silently telling him to stay behind if he wanted but he was going to take a closer look.

Fidds watched him slide his way across the ice, catching himself from falling on the protruding tooth before throwing a sly smile behind him towards Fidds and letting loose a loud amused whistle that made Fidds’s knee begin to shake and him to lose his balance a little on the ice.

“Grow a pair, Fidds,” Stan grunted touching the tooth, “It’s a tooth.”

“But where did it come from?” Fidds whispered laying his own shaking palm on the tooth, “I don’t like this Stan, we should go back.”

“A dinosaur,” Stan said with a shrug, Fidds highly doubted that running his fingers across the large bicuspid, it appeared to be human. That thought made a shudder run down his spine, something not only dangerous but smart. They would be doomed it returned for its tooth.

Before Fidds could remark to that, the tooth shifted making them both fall backwards, Fidds landing hard and with a loud yelp.

Another clash hit the ice sending the two flying in the opposite direction. Stan holding tight onto Fidds. Fidds was in full panic, not quite thinking as he tried to scramble away from Stan’s firm grip on him as the monster hit against the ice again.

The tooth bobbing down making icy cold water splash hard against the two making them cuddle closer together.

Something happened that Fidds wouldn’t be forgetting soon that would be on his mind for the next couple of nights once his panic over this event eased up.

His lips hit against Stan’s, brushing against them and Stan didn’t pull away. He let them kiss, it was odd and rough and not the kiss Fidds had wanted today so he pulled away the second he could.

He turned his head away from Stan who almost looked disappointed but the moment was gone for now.

Their focus instead was on the tooth that suck under the ice and was pulled away by whatever was under there leaving a large hole where the tooth once was.

Without wasting anymore time, they were both up and hurrying back to where they came from.

If Fidds was less panicked about the monster that had just nearly made them his lunch, maybe Fidds would have been more nervous about how tight Stan clasped his hand.

As of now, it was more comforting and felt like the only thing keeping his mind focused and not a blur of panicked, wild thoughts of what may have happened.

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Fidds was yelling as he made his way back to the other side of the lake Stan at his heels slipping across the lake since he had tossed his skates somewhere to make it across faster.

His pa was the first to grab him, pulling him off the ice.

“Fiddleford Hadron McGucket,” he said sternly, “What in the world has gotten into you boy? And why are ya soaking wet!”

“There…there…” he gasped out teeth clattering too hard for him to really get the words out right, “Was something under there!”

“Under where?” Tate said setting him down and looking him over sternly.

“The Lake!!” Stan screeched flailing his arms around, “We found its tooth….!!!”

“It’s tooth?!” Ford cried out pushing his way into the front of the crowd forming of their friends.

“It was giant!” Fidds squeaked out making his dad give him a stern glare shutting him up instantly.

Tate McGucket wasn’t a patient man by any stretch and he certainly wasn’t the type to hear out anything he considered ‘nonsense’ or ‘abnormal’ anything that couldn’t easily be explained.

He had enough the second his son came screaming, both he and his friend soaked to the bone in this weather after getting into something they shouldn’t have been into. He was ready to hand out punishment when his son began spinning wild tales a mile a minute about something that wasn’t real to get out of the wrong doing he and his friend had gotten into.

He took his son firmly by the shoulders and shook him instantly silencing his stammered out, incomprehensible wild story.

His look alone told his son he was in trouble but instead of letting it lie, his son continued to dig his own grave.

“Pa…please…pa…ya gotta believe me! There is somethin’ underneath the lake and it almost got me and Stan! We gotta do somethin’….!”

“We aren’t doin’ anything Fiddleford!” Tate hissed shaking him a little harder, “I don’t know what I have to tell you to get you to see, these things aren’t real. They are in yer head boy. You are doing nothing but making yourself sound like a mad man and I will not hear another word of this. March to the house and get yerself into something dry, we’ll discuss this later.”

“But Pa---“

“MARCH!”

Fidds was running towards the house at that, his friends looking towards him with sympathy but none wanting to cross Tate McGucket in this mood.

None but Mabel Pines who never backed down from a challenge.

She firmly told her boys to go check on Fiddleford and chased the rest of the crowd away with a glare as she lead Tate into his office for a talk.

Stan tried to stay and listen but Mabel wouldn’t let him hear a word shooing him off to check on his friend. The only thing he heard was Mabel firmly telling Tate she was taking his son for the evening.

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Fidds shut the bathroom door tightly behind him, letting out a shaky sob, his teeth still clattering hard as tears just began to fall ungracefully from his eyes.

He heard the Stan twins hushed whispers about how to handle this situation outside the door way but didn’t respond to them. He didn’t know what to say, their arguing outside in the hallway was just making him feel worse. He brought this out in them. Everything was going ok but he made this situation the way it was by panicking like he always did. By being a coward. They could have had a fun afternoon together, surrounded by their friends that ended well, if he wasn’t always so scared to speak up.

“Stanly, you are an idiot!” he heard Ford hiss to his brother, “Why did you pick a fight with his dad like that!! You know how he is!!”

“At least I am a good enough friend to say something, at all!”

Fidds sank on the floor, holding his hands tight over his ears, grasping at some of the loose hair around his ears. His breathing began to quicken as he heard Ford throw the first punch at his brother and Stan’s cut off swear word.

He felt lost in his own sea of bad thoughts, each harsher with criticism of him then the last. His dad was right, he was crazy. There was something very wrong with him and he just drug everyone around him down with him. Stan could have died because he didn’t protest. Ford was hurt now because he was too cowardly to open the door and tell them to stop fighting.

His mind started to slow down as he heard Mabel enter the room and command her great nephews go wait for her in the car which there were no objections to.

She wasted no time in wrapping her arms around the young boy and kissing him on the head, assuring him it was gonna be ok. She was here.

The very idea he wasn’t alone was all the comfort he needed he found melting into her strong arms.

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That night he went home with the Pines and felt warmer then he had in years. After a large dinner with seconds and a heated game of Don’t Wake Stalin (that Stan kept cheating at),

Mabel tucked another blanket around the sleeping boys and then bent down to give Fidds a gentle kiss, running her fingers through his hair coaxing him to go to sleep.

She then whispered, “And remember, sweat pea, if you want free samples in the future just ask.”

Before kissing his now red ears and pulling another blanket around him as well, giving him another kiss on the forehead that she knew he lacked in his life before rising up and turning up the heater before disappearing from the room.

Fidds clung to the edges of the blanket, a smile growing across his face as he fell fast asleep feeling like he belonged somewhere for the first time in his life.

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