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kkysolo · 3 years

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Even Flow 1/2

(Yes, I am using the good Pearl Jam name in vain, sue me)

Part two

Pairing: Triplet!Kylo/Triplet!Ben/Reader (female) (Technically not Matty but he’s there) Setting: Modern. Implied relationship. Warnings (for both parts, not just part one): Threesome (M/M/F), brothers/triplets, restraints, sub!/squirmy!Matty, voyeurism, orgasm/pleasure denial, oral sex (M+F receiving), crying, kinda fisting? idk just a lot of big fingers, PIV unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, squirting, cum eating. A whole fucking mess. Word count: 1322 (part one)

A/N: Shout to @clumsycopy for helping me place Matty into this disaster!

Ben cages you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your torso as the other snaking down, down, down your stomach, leaving burning trails of electricity in its wake. The pads of his fingers find your entrance, and he nuzzles your temple as he curls his fingers into your heat. You whine, bucking your hips into his hand as he slowly, achingly slowly, begins to rub along your walls. Your clit aches, throbbing, begging for attention. You bury your face in the crook of Ben’s neck, whimpering as you try to catch his palm on your clit as you gyrate your hips.

“It’s not enough,” you whine.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasps. “But Kylo thinks you need to start behaving better.”

Kylo grunts from his position, on his knees before you.

“Greedy thing,” he murmurs, leaning down so that his face is level with yours. “You’ll never learn.”

You huff, still squirming to find any friction you can get. Matt whines from his position, fully clothed and restrained to the vanity chair. He bucks his hips at the sight of you - your legs pulled wide open, Ben’s fingers causing your slick to drizzle onto the sheets. Kylo regards Matt sternly.

“You too,” he tuts, shaking his head in Matt’s direction. “Thinking you can have her to yourself.”

“Fuck,” Ben mumbles under his breath, recapturing Kylo’s attention. “She’s so wet.”

“Keep her that way for me,” Kylo’s breath fans across your cheek as he speaks. His fingers move to pinch your jaw, assuring your eyes stay directly on him. Only on him. Always on him.

“What exactly is my punishment for?” Your voice comes out softer, quieter than you’d anticipated, and Kylo smiles at the fact. He loves you this way - docile and pliant.

“You’re spoiled,” he hums, tracing a finger along your neck, between your exposed breasts, until he reaches your clitoral hood. “You get everything you want, when you want it, don’t you?”

You twist your hips upward, but Kylo’s free hand firmly plants you back down.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you whine. “I do.”

“You do,” he repeats. “So you’ll cum. But not until we’ve had our way with you. And,” he teases your clit softly, once, twice, three times before he withdraws his hand. “I don’t care how long you’re waiting.”

Ben’s lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking hard as he grinds his clothed crotch against your ass. He takes mercy on you for a moment, allowing his palm to connect with your clit, rubbing softly for several beats, before quickly withdrawing. He tuts, smirking into your skin.

“Ah, ah.”

Kylo positions himself, straightening his back and moving closer, until his bulging crotch is flush with your face. He tugs at the lining of his boxers, eliciting a disgruntled noise from Ben.

“Get that away from my face, dude,” he hisses. “No fucking way.”

“Oh, so you’ll put your dick in her while mine’s already inside, but this is your limit?” Kylo shucks his boxers down his thighs, placing a hand at the back of your head. “Shut the fuck up.”

He tilts your head back, pulling at your hair as he does.

“Open up for me,” he sighs, guiding his length into your mouth. Immediately, you choke, as he hits the back of your throat. “That’s it, that’s it, good girl.”

Ben busies himself by working another finger into you, rocking in and out, in and out. You moan around Kylo’s cock, and the vibrations pull a grunt from him, his hands tightening in your hair. You choke again as he pushes further down your throat, and you grasp at his thighs for support. Tears spring from your eyes, and Kylo thumbs them away as he hums contentedly.

“You can take me, you always do.”

You swallow him down the best you can, and he swears under his breath as his self-restraint crumbles. You’re so good, so sweet with how you accommodate him, how your tongue laps at the underside of his shaft. He bucks into your face then, fucking your mouth in earnest. Ben leans around his brother’s torso, catching Matt’s flushed face.

“How’s she look, Matty?” He grins, using his unoccupied hand to free his cock. “She look good?”

“Fuck you guys,” Matt spits, hips gyrating of their own accord. The friction of his denim is the only touch he’ll be afforded tonight, that much, he knows. Ben chuckles, kicking your legs a little wider as he palms himself. He takes your hand, guiding it to his length. He’s hard and heavy in your hand as you try, despite your distractions, to twist your palm in that way that he likes.

“I think she can take another,” Ben says, more to you, than Matt. “What do you think, baby, can you take another?”

You try to nod, but find that you can’t, not with how your throat bulges from Kylo’s girth.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he mumbles. “Need you nice and stretched out for me.”

He pushes a fourth finger into you, causing you to squirm and squeak. Kylo thrusts more feverishly into your mouth, groaning as your nails dig into the muscles of his thighs. The sight of you, sweating, crying, choking for him - it’s almost too much for the eldest Solo to take.

He grunts, pulling out of you suddenly, a trail of split still connecting your lips with the flushed head of his cock.

“Perfect,” he whispers, moving to cradle your jaw. “So good for me.”

Ben sighs as you twist your wrist, moving a thumb across his head. The incessant dribbles of precum that leak from his tip make your job far easier, and he thrusts into your fist. He continues fucking his four fingers in and out of you, the obscene squelching sound causing Matt to downright drool as he tugs frantically at his restraints.

“Hear that, Matty?” Ben drives his fingers deeper. “Hear how wet she is?”

“Guys, please-”

“Shut up,” Kylo warns, shooting Matt an ominous glare before pushing himself further down the bed. He wraps a hand around his throbbing cock as he dives forward, lapping at your clit. He angles his face to the side, avoiding the smack of Ben’s wrist as it continues it’s assault.

“Just enjoy the view, Matty,” Ben sighs, attaching his lips to your neck, your jaw, your cheek. “Just watch how good she is for us.”

Kylo grazes his teeth across your swollen bud, licking in soft, slow circles until you’re almost sobbing from the torture of it - right on the precipe, but not quite being afforded the luxury of toppling over the edge. The intensity of it, it has your hand unknowingly slipping from Ben’s member, moving to grasp at his thigh. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind much, as he quickly replaces it with his own. You lean back against him, fucking your hips into his fist, gyrating against Kylo’s mouth. And God, you’re almost there, just about -

Kylo moves away, smirking as you cry out from the loss of his tongue. Ben, joining his brother’s torment, slows his fingers, finally withdrawing them completely. You whine, turning to face him - doe eyed and desperate, just how he likes you. He winks, licking your arousal off his fingers.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” he hums, his tongue ensuring not a drop of your cyprine goes to waste. “And you taste even better.”

Kylo tugs you forward, grunting when he meets resistance. Ben’s arm is wrapped firmly around your middle.

“What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kylo grunts, tugging your hips to meet his.

“We never agreed who was gonna fuck her!” Ben tugs you back toward him possessively, but Kylo’s grip is bruising.

“We both know,” he snarls, freeing you from Ben’s grasp with one swift pull. “Who’s going to be fucking her.”

#how do i even tag this lol #solo triplets #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #matt the radar technician x reader #idk what i'm doing with this I'M SORRY

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honeykami · 3 years

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family headcanons - first year boys

the freedom i get to have is wonderful

these are mainly for the people who families we don’t know about

kirishima

he has 2 moms and a plethora of sisters like so many that it isn’t even funny

so he drinks his respect women juice everyday at every hour on the dot

he’s the oldest!!

though living with that many women and being the oldest has caused him to go soft on almost all girls

he knows that they can take care of themselves but he doesn’t give them his all which bakugou calls him out for

he can’t help it!! but he definitely gives his all when he’s fighting mina (he knows she can handle it)

he probably ends up with a bunch of kids and they would deadass be almost all boys and one girl who is the youngest and essentially the angel because she isn’t bad or rowdy

definitely his princess “dad! you said you didn’t have favorites!” “i dont! out of you boys...”

scold him for that! no favorites!! (though you have a favorite too out your boys and let’s just say dad takes second place)

sero

mom + dad and too many siblings to count (12? most are twins though)

he’s a middle child like perfectly in the middle; 6 older and 6 younger - 4 older sisters (2 twins), 2 older brothers (twins), 3 younger sisters (1 twins), 3 younger brothers (triplets)

so poor thing needs lots of love

his older brothers prank him all the damn time and has no problem doing it when his friends are over

his older sisters always wanna test out their makeups on him or give a whole wardrobe redo

his twin set of younger sisters demanded tea parties every thursday but when he went to the dorms he felt out so he would face time them and have it while he did hw (he even bought himself a tiara and boa)

his younger brothers are who has the same quirk as him so whenever he comes home to visit he always shows them some of the new stuff he learned

when he has kids he’s only wanted one of two despite his large family

he might think he wants a quiet home but he found out he likes it loud so he has like 5 kids and all girls and they will beat you up even if dad says no

kaminari

2 goofy ass dads and when i say goofy i really mean it and an older brother

they both are his dads but his older brother used to have a mom (does that make sense?)

this boy was raised hearing bad pickup lines

now to be honest his behavior towards women didn’t start till like puberty and it wasn’t bad

like the stuff he does is pretty tame compared to m**nta 🤢 cause denki knows boundaries and when to stop

he absolutely looked up to his older brother for everything and still does

so whenever his brother calls or face times he immediately picks it up even if he was talking to someone else he does not care no one comes before his brother

he deadass would probably want an army of kids (that’s a joke dw) but he’d probably have like 3 and i want them to be triplets

those 3 on their own are crazy lil boys

so add their father into the mix and you are set for disaster (your house has plenty of burn marks from denki + the boys using their quirks)

he definitely has his kids annoy bakugou at any given chance

tetsutetsu

2 dads one strict one soft one

adopted and youngest out of 5

i mentioned already that he became a hero because his oldest sister was but then got injured too badly to continue

but with his brothers aka the other 3 he roughhouse with and they tend to break plenty of thing when they do

strict dad has major anxiety cause of this and is on the brink of choking one of them

soft dad does give a glare though and tells them to roughhouse outside

they used to play pranks on each other (mainly on tetsu) but now he’s at the dorms so they just send their pranks to him

i mentioned that he goes over one night a week to eat dinner with his family!!

now he’s like kirishima and has a bunch of kids and their first kids were born on the same day 😒 “bro!” “bro!” “no way!” “yes way!”

but he has the opposite though all girls and one boy

he is a jungle gym for them and lets them do whatever as long as they don’t get hurt

so we see who the disciplinary in the house is

shinso

single mom who works as a nurse

he absolutely loves his mom and has no problem with being the only child and left at home a lot

he actually liked it a bit but he loved it more when she was home because she would find him videos and articles about eraserhead and he’d just be obsessed with all of them

“sweetie there hasn’t been any new stuff, you know that” “i don’t care! i wanna see the video again!”

when he started to train with aizawa he went home and immediately told his mom who was laughing at the way shinso was expressing his excitement which isn’t often

if he has kids it’s definitely be one girl and she is constantly stuck to him and also dressed in cat onsies “babe can we put her in something else” “no”

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i-imade-a-thing · 3 years

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New Wartwood & Friend or Frobo Breakdown!

“OK, so New Wartwood & Friend or Frobo! This batch of episode is pretty fun, it is fun as always, plus we gotta see more Marcy and introduction of our boi Frobo! This episode list won’t be as long as the last one, so not to worry about getting bored. As always spoiler below, dont click on it if ur haven’t seen new episode yet!

Guess Marcy lived in the Fwagon now

Anne took her shoe and socks of when sleeping(the last ep make me think she really sleep with her shoe on lol)

HYPE MARCY IS HYPE

Wartwood has unique architectural history, where the entire town is build on top of the swamp but never sink cuz the architects knew how heavy to make everything

Maddie’s younger triplet is revealed

Blush Anne.

So Marcy think getting people to like her is a puzzle, she really is the wit gem...

Marcy is alchemy master, probably gonna link with “Maddie and Marcy” soon

She also took sculpting class in Newtopia

Wartwood having bad road is brought back from the episode “Hop-popular”

Marcy’s note complete the “wuz here” trinity

This world’s glue is made of Maggot’s yolk

There seems to be another election coming up....or the townfolks is to lazy to take it down

Marcy add beware wildlife crossing warning sign

There’s swamp slushie 5 miles from Wartwood

“He’s like a monopoly man had baby with a piece of fried chicken(?)”

“So you’re the local toad, huh?”, guess she knew about the system

“If I make this town super successful, then people have to accept me”, guess she learn that from improving Newtopia

Marcy seems to be the type that overthink at night

She improve the town. In. One. Night.

A similar/familar train can be seen passing by, there’s a theatre now, plus there’s a grub dog stand now

wonder why Anne is wearing her hoodie

Marcy is pretty acrobatic even through her power is gone

SUIT MARCY SUIT MARCY SUIT MARCY

Joe sparrow is highly trained and loyal and a FREAKING CHAD

The Mayor is taking the blame for Marcy, setting up for “Toad to Redemption” probably

“You’re a walking disaster that doesn’t know when to quit”, Marcy still need some time to learn that, she only learned it in the last episode, also this may be a problem in the future.....

“I even set the whole town on fire once”, call back to “Anne of the Year”

Marcy got the power of CHUCK

if the costumes is just bugs...how did it give balloon to one of the kids?

Overall New Wartwood is fun episode, it gives us Marcy’s and Toadstool characterisation, plus it set up for the next pair of the episode.

Now onto Friend or Frobo:

The game they are playing is called: “Robo Ring World Tour”, and the 2 robots that are on the screen are named “The Dump” and “Big Mitch”

“Some of us even sound different,” guess Sprig VA is going through puberty

Glad Stumpy still use Anne’s recipes

Fish with wings is a thing here

Sonic reference from Polly...also Frobo can turn into a ball

Return of Frog Cops

"Used Wagon” sign is seen in background

Ivy almost die

Loggle getting his stuff destroyed for 80th times

2 runes: the first pic read “injury”, while 2nd one read “target”

The animation sequence is soooo goood

Anne doing Peter griffin death pose

FROBO TALK!

“I know this town is no stranger to crazy at this point”

“I guess we already accept 2 monster,” refering to Anne and Marcy. Also Anne doesn’t like being called a monster

Hop Pop not recommending Marcy tomato plant seed is a call back to episode “Hop Luck”

Frobo’s ability list:

Flashlight eye

Super strength

Ball mode

Retractable arm that can be use to swing like spider-man

Jet engine

Laser eyes

Rage mode

Talk

Turn arm into tools

Create Fence

Make Water

Toaster! It’s even multigrain!

Marcy wanting a robot(who doesn’t?)

Ruins of disaster is mentioned

This episode finally give us the long await Frobo! Can’t wait to see more of him in the future, also the fact he can talk(a little) just make it so much more better! The action sequence in this episode is also awesome, overall another good episode.

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #new wartwood #friend or frobo #amphibia details

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stargleam-star · 3 years

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Warriors Rewrite Pt 8: The New Prophecy

Quick note: this is going to be a short summary of all 6 books

The first book takes place seven moons after the epilogue of Firestar's Quest. Tawnypelt has just been named a warrior, her ceremony is late due to Firestar being away for a while. Firestar's kits-Squirrelpaw, Leafpaw, and Emberpaw-have been apprentices for a full moon. Squirrelpaw has Siverstream as a mentor, Emberpaw has Cinderpath, and Leafpaw is apprenticed under Ravensong

The Fire triplets have that special psychic connection that Leafpaw and Squirrelpaw did in the first books of tnp. This does not fade over time

Squirrelpaw is the one who receives the Sun-Drown-Place prophecy from Starclan, and is followed by Tawnypelt who wants to keep her out of trouble. They meet up at Fourtrees with the other prophecy cats who are: Primrosetail of Riverclan (who's been followed by her brother Reedwhisker. These two are Mistyfoot's kits), Crowpaw of Windclan, and Rowanclaw of Shaowclan

Crowpaw is lithe dark gray with blue eyes, Rowanclaw is broad shouldered and with golden eyes, Reedwhisker is black with amber eyes, and Primrosetail is blue-gray -the same color as Bluestar-with blue eyes

On the journey, Reedwhisker acts as the leader. He's a natural thanks to his mother being deputy and his uncle and grandmother being Riverclan and Thunderclan's leaders respectively. Leading runs in his blood. Tawnypelt makes a good second in command and keeps the apprentices in check. She gets along well with both Squirrelpaw and Crowpaw, acting as a referee at times. Though Squirrelpaw and Crowpaw annoy each other a lot they also end up getting pretty close by the end of their trip. Primrosetail is the quiet motherly cat of the group, making sure nobody gets left behind and that everyone is fed and warm. Rowanclaw mainly keeps to himself; he's more focused on the task at hand than anything else. Though he does find himself enjoying the new landscape and learning about the Tribe

The Journey cats still meet with Midnight, and still meet the Tribe to help fight Sharptooth. The Tribe believes at first that it is Crowpaw who's prophesied to save them. But really it's Reedwhisker; in this rewrite he takes Feathertail's place. The Tirbe prophecy says something about a dark colored cat, rather than a silver cat in this case. When Reedwhisker dies, Tawnypelt takes up the leadership position in the group with Rowanclaw's help

While they're gone, disaster strikes the clans. Twolegs are tearing apart the forest like in canon. Both Leafpaw and Emberpaw are captured. Leafpaw eventually manages to escape but Emberpaw gets stuck while trying to free other clan cats. He's made a kittypet and adopted by a twoleg family who calls him Ginger.

With all that set up, we start off with three POV's: Squirrelpaw with her warrior's training and the journey, Leafpaw with her medicine cat training, and Emberpaw with a view into the life of a kittypet

When the journey cats get home they urge the clans to leave the forest for their safety. Before they go, however, Leafpaw insists they find Emberpaw. So she and the journey cats work together to search Twolegplace and eventually break him free. The Fire triplets' connection is what leads them to find Emberpaw's location. Primrosetail is the one who comes up with the plan to bust the young tom out

On the journey to the lake, Emberpaw bonds with Primrosetail. He's grateful to her for figuring out a way to free him. Meanwhile, Leafpaw bonds with Rowanclaw. She's intrigued by him; currently he's Shadowclan's deputy, but despite this he'd gone off on the trip to Sun-Drown-Place. He claims it's because it was for the best for Shadowclan, and clearly it's saved them now.

At the lake, the clans settle in. Squirrelpaw and Emberpaw are the first cats to be made warriors in their new home: they're named Squirrelflight and Emberpath. Squirrel is named for her speedy trip to Sun-Drown-Place to discover their new home, and Ember is named for the path he had to take to get here (from being captured, to getting free from the twolegs, and to finally joining his clanmates on the journey). Leafpaw discovers the moonpool and is named Leafpool

The POV switches between the Journey cats throughout the books.

Reedwhisker has a POV for the whole of the second book leading up to his death. Then for the last bit of the book it switches back to Squirrelpaw's POV

Primrosetail's POV shows her struggles with the loss of her brother Reedwhisker, and the tole it takes upon their mother Mistyfoot and uncle Stonestar. It also depicts her being drawn to Emberpath, the cat she'd help to rescue and walked with on the journey to the lake

With Crowfeather we witness Windclan's civil war first hand. They're fighting over who should be leader: Ashfoot, the wise deputy, or Mudclaw, the stronger warrior whom Tallstar seems to favor. We sees Crowfeather's reactions to his clanmates turning on his mother. Crowfeather starts confiding in his fellow journey-mates, Squirrelflight and Tawnypelt, for support at this time. Eventually though, it's settled that Ashfoot will be leader, and eventually she earns her nine lives. After all of this is done, though, Crowfeather continues to meet with Squirrelflight and Tawnypelt

In Rowanclaw's chapters we see his struggles with being deputy, and his growing affection for Leafpool. Eventually the two run away together, only to return to the clans upon the urgance of Midnight. Thunderclan gets attacked by badgers like in canon, while Silverstream has her new litter of kits (who are Briarkit, Bumblekit, and Blossomkit. Millie does not exiat in my rewrite). Ravensong is killed trying to keep the birthing queen safe. Rowanclaw asks Leafpool in secret to move to Shadowclan when the fight is over, but with her mentor dead and no other medicine cats in Thunderclan she has to decline. Luckily, Shadowclan and Thunderclan have no idea about their affair, thinking both cats had simply run off from the pressure of their jobs. The clans remain unaware that they were together.

Finally Tawnypelt's POV shows her meeting with her father in the Dark Forest. At first, she's still mad at him for having her brother killed. But Mothwing, Sasha's daughter and Tawnypelt's half sister, convinces her to train with them. Growing up, Mothwing had always been sensible and trustworthy. She assures Tawnypelt that Tigerstar is making amends by mentoring her; he just wants his kits to be strong respectable warriors of Thunderclan. Even if it may not be true though, Mothwing believes it. So Tawnypelt agrees to learn a few things from the former Shadowclan leader, if only to hone her skills and to protect her sister. Eventually though, Bramblepaw comes from Starclan to stop his littermate from training with their father before it's too late. He reminds her of Tigerstar's evil, and helps her to see just how nefarious the teachings she's been receiving are. After this, she stops going to the Dark Forest. But later on it turns out Tigerstar and Mothwing have been conspiring.

This comes to a head when Firestar gets caught in a fox trap by the lake thanks to Mothwing luring him there. She tells Tawnypelt that with Firestar dead, Sandstorm will be leader, and she's bound to pick one of them as her deputy. Then it's all a matter of killing the new leader so both sisters can ascend to higher power together. Tawnypelt truly realizes now how bad being around Tigerstar has messed both of them up. The sisters fight, resulting in Mothwing being stabbed by the stake of the fox trap, just like her counterpart Hawkfrost in canon

Speaking of Hawkfrost, Tawnypelt has troubles with him as well during her book. Squirrelflight has been hanging around him a lot, but he's kind of a jerk. And not to mention Tawnypelt has feeling for the small ginger molly too. So the whole love triangle thing plays out with the three of them instead

At some point in the arc (Im thinking the second half, or maybe in the last book) the cats who'd gone on the journey come up with the idea for the clans to have mediators. This role is to help keep peace, and to remind everyone of how they'd gotten along during the trip to the lake. Each cat who'd been sent the Sun-Drown-Place prophecy is elected for this new role, since they're already used to conversing with cats outside their clans

#warrior cats #wcs #warriors rewrite #warriors: the new prophecy #viti's rewrite

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starshineandbooks · 4 years

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Come away with me, One last adventure? Chapter four

In which they open gifts and manage to completely miss Logan’s soulmark

Chapter one Chapter Two Chapter Three

AO3

Spotify playlist for cD roman is given

words - 1644

Roman wakes to a cold bed and a missing Logan, that is upsetting to his gay disaster heart and friend senses. He sits up quickly, to listen for any sign of logan, instead finding a note on his nightstand.

‘Roman, I have gone out on a walk after a series of bad dreams, I will likely be back by the time you wake up but if not feel free to text me. I’ll grab breakfast while I am out.’

Roman does feel free to text Logan, “Hey where are you?”

Logan doesn’t respond, but the door opens two minutes later, revealing Logan holding a drink carrier and a pastry bag, “Good morning Roman.”

“Happy birthday!” Roman smiles, “Did you discover your soulmark?”

“Nothing.” Logan says swiftly, “I woke up at midnight, and I found nothing, no mark at all.”

“O-oh.” Roman blinks, “That’s uh-”

“It’s fine. Just- Don’t touch me right now. Bad sensory day.” Logan sighs, shaking his dark, black hair out of his face.

“Okay.”

“I have caffine and breakfast.” Logan sighs, “And a lack of apparent soulmate.”

“Logan-”

“It’s fine,” Logan shakes his head, “I suppose I am just a little bitter.”

Roman’s lips purse, almost a pout, and Logan can’t find it in himself to chide himself for wanting to kiss those unfairly pretty lips. Logan sighs, setting the bag down and handing Roman a coffee, not meeting his friend’s eyes, careful to make sure he doesn't touch Roman’s hand at all, saving himself the pain for today.

Roman can’t help letting his eyes roe over all of Logan’s exposed skin, he’s never been able to, but he desperately wants to find where someone else will take away what Roman loves so dearly, where a soulmate will mark Logan as theirs forever.

Roman hates to think of that, but he hates even more to think that Logan, who deserves the world, wouldn’t get the exact soulmate he wants. Roman also hates the idea that if likely factual, that when Logan finds his soulmate -because surely the beautiful nerd has one- that he will leave for college and forget about Roman.

Roman knows Logan will promise not to if it was brought up, but Roman also knows that when you fall in love the rest of the world, no matter how bright, isn’t as important.

“Stop your moping Roman, it’s a lack of soulmate, not a lack of soul.”

“That can’t be right.” Roman counters, “Everyone has a soulmate!”

“That’s what Disney says, that’s what the cards say Roman, but this is real life, not everything works out perfect.”

“I know that!” Roman sighs, softening his voice, “I know that okay, God above do I know that L.”

“Well… Good. Now, drink your caffeinated death before it gets cold.” Logan’s voice is distant, as he moves to drink from his own styrofoam cup.

Roman sighs, following suit, “How long were you out?”

“Since midnight.”

“Specs it’s seven in the morning. What-”

“Bad dream, nothing important.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah…” Logan sighs, “I- It wasn’t great.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“You died.”

“I what?!”

“You died, in my dream Roman. It was rather upsetting.” Logan sighs, shaking his ead, “But it is okay, you are breathing and that- that is enough.”

Roman can’t find the words, but the way Logan looks so upset- he sighs, reaching and pulling a wrapped rectangle of the ground, “Open it for me?”

Logan sighs, setting his cup down and reaching for the gift, before moving to grab Roman’s.

“Wait!” Roman says, then his alarm goes off, “HAppy birthday Specs, welcome to being officially eighteen!”

Logan snorts, “Thank you.”

Roman pulls the gift Logan made for him off the bed stand, “Open them together?”

“Yes, if that’s amicable to you?”

“I suggested it didn’t I?”

Logan does not dignify that with a response, instead nodding slightly, before he turns to the gift as he sits on the bed, moving the blue wrapped object to his lap.

Roman stares down at the red paper, “Go!”

The two begin to tear at the paper, brows knit to see who can open it faster. Competitive as always but in a fun way.

Roman wins, because the gift he’s opening is smaller. He grins, “A CD case specs, did you make me a mixtape?”

“Listen to it and find out.”

Roman just grabs Logan’s laptop, booting it up and logging in.

Logan stares down at the scrap book on his lap, a galaxy print cover and beautiful calligraphy reading ‘Logan memories for the ages Part one of many’. He chuckles softly to himself, “A scrapbook?”

“Look through it, Specs, I spent- a long time.”

“Is that why your hands were covered in blue and silver glitter for a week and a half?”

“Maybe.” Roman pills up the CD room and goes to hit play.

“Wait! Headphones, and- listen to the whole thing first?”

“Uh- sure?”

Logan nods, “After this we should buy tickets to disney for tomorrow.”

“We should.”

Logan turns to rifle through the scrapbook, finidning shades of blues and black, and galaxies, stars, and a nasa logo on different pages. Roman must have spent hours on this, weeks probably longer.

The first page is a picture of Roman and Logan when they were probably five, Roman sits on the counter with a bandaged knee and e teary smile as Logan holds out an otter pop to his injured friend. ‘My hero’ It reads.

A second picture sits on the same page, this time Roman and Logan appear to be sixteen if the blue streak in Roman’s hair is any indicator. Roman and Logan stand arm in arm for homecoming, Roman’s date had ditched him the night before for some pretty boy or other. Logan had stepped in and broken off from the group the nerd had planned on attending with just to make sure Roman had a fun night. The second picture seems to continue the message of the first, ‘Forever and ever.’

Soft silver glitter is on the second page, a large picture of Logan and Virgil takes up the majority of the page, the two are hunched together watching conspiracies on the laptop they’d borrowed from their triplet Bia, said girl in the background threatening Roman with a curling iron.

The message for that page is silly and looping as ever, ‘Except when the conspiracies rot your brain and your sister threatens to straighten my hair with her curler if I scare you.’

Logan laughs softly, turning the page and gasping.

Roman glances over but just smiles at the picture on the third page.

Logan stares down at a picture of Logan and Roman with their moms, the boys are probably eight, and dressed in almost matching outfits. Black pants, dress shoes, and button up shirts in white. Except, they both wear bow ties, Logan’s is a dark red while Roman’s is a dark blue. ‘Sometimes, we steal each other's color.’

The next page is Logan at the planetarium, alone in the shot but looking starstruck as he stares up at constellations, pointing them out to someone out of view, probably Roman or one of their friends. ‘As stunning as the stars you so love.’

The next page is a picture of Logan with his siblings.

Remy stands with his- they were a he at the time of photo- arms about Logan and Virgil’s shoulders, sunglasses ever in place and a smirk. Virgil’s got one arm hanging loseley and the other about the youngest sibling, and the only blonde. Anne, the blonde, smiles at the camera. Logan has his pinkies hooked with his female triplet, the two identical, save for Logan wears glasses where Bia wears contacts. The group stands in matching print swimsuits on the beach.

‘You have more fun and emotion and love than you’d let most people know but you’re a big softie.’

Logan continues to rifle through his favorite memories, most of them with Roman himself or Logan’s own siblings. His eyes sting, Roman put so much thought and love into this project, and Logan is going to keep it forever.

When he is done reading he turns to watch Roman shut the laptop and turn to Logan as well, almost in sync. Logan will miss this, the easy everything he has with Roman.

“Thank you Roman.” Logan says simply, “This means a lot to me, I- It’s beautiful.” Logan manages to bite back the quip Roman would love to hear, just not from Logan. Manages to keep from saying, ‘Almost as beautiful as you are.’

“I’m glad you liked it!” Roman grins, going to ruffle Logan’s hair but stopping as he remembers Logan asked to not be touched, Roman drops his hand, “Sorry I was just so excited I blinked for a moment.”

“It is okay Roman, You stopped and you remembered, and then apologized. That is all I can ask for.”

“I mean, you could ask me for anything.” Roman shrugs, and his voice isn’t teasing like he’d meant, it’s soft and vulnerable and earnest.

Logan shakes his head, “Not anything.” Logan sighs, shaking his head.

“Anything. But uh- Thank you for the music Logan.”

“Of course.”

“I like all of the songs, of course! But uh- they were all love songs?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Roman nods, “Well, Thank you very much, it was- a beautiful playlist.”

Roman stares only a little besottedly at eyes of stormy depth in Logan’s green gaze, and he can’t help but wish the playlist was a confession, but it isn’t, Roman knows this.

Logan wishes Roman hadn't just rejected him so outright with ignoring that the playlist is a confession, but here he is.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Logan smiles as best he can around what feels as if his heart is stabbing itself violently. “We should take a walk around dinner time, after is ideal.”

Master post Chapter five

#Come away with me one last adventure?#logince #sanders sides #Soulmate AU #Sweethearts soulmates and snarky remarks #SSB Writes

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Sic Semper Monstrum, Chapter 3

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Requested and written for @vfordii’s birthday which was...back in December. So...not quite six months late, but at least I had a good excuse XD I ended up writing a first draft before my hospital stay, and then had an EVEN BETTER IDEA while I was convalescing and then had to write a whole new “first” draft, which was at least supposed to cover some of the other draft and...THINGS GOT OUT OF HAND.

“Why, Kiki Seiran.” The drawl alone turns her veins to to ice water; it’s only the strength of her spine and the grit of her teeth that stems a shiver. Or a right hook; Kiki’s always been a bit mixed up with her fight-or-flight. It’s what makes a good ranger. “As I live and breathe.”

She’s tempted not to give him the satisfaction of being noticed-- he doesn’t deserve hers after the stunt he pulled-- but he’s perverse enough to find that sort of behavior encouraging, as if getting under a woman’s skin was some prelude to foreplay.

“Hisame Luigis.” Her teeth chomp down on the last syllable, strangling the hiss she wants to make it. A snake like him deserves to be greeted in kind, after all. “I wouldn’t expect to see you here.”

Not after the last time, she doesn’t say, because despite her personal feelings, her father didn’t raise her to start a fight-- just finish them. Which she already had, sending Hisame scurrying out of the shatterdome with his tail between his legs.

(Must be hard for him to sit in that helo, Mitsuhide rumbles, standing close as they watch it take off, sound muted by the thickness of the windows. She spared him a raised brow, and he grinned. The way his ass must be smarting.

He gets a laugh out of her. She hadn’t thought it possible, right then.

Spurned by both the drift and you, he clucks, shaking his head. He’ll need medical to give him an ointment or something.

She’d been embarrassed by the whole thing, by being made a woman instead of a ranger in front of all her colleagues, years more experienced than she, and she’d thought she’d never recover, never get over the humiliation, but--

Well, she’s never heard her partner be uncharitable before. Might as well enjoy it. Maybe they can give him something to get his head out of his ass too.

Nah. Mitsuhide turns back to the window, eyes fixed to where the helo hovers in the skyline. I think that’s a chronic condition.

Kiki coughs on a laugh. The foot in his mouth certainly is.)

The line in front of them shudders, then trudges forward, and Kiki braces herself. His personality might be as thrilling as the scum on the dome’s flight deck, but he’s a ranger, just like her, plucked from a PPDC family whose illustrious history is only outstripped by her own and maybe the Wisteria’s. She’ll have to face him-- quite literally-- at some point, and it might as well be now.

Besides, it’s been five years. People change. Hisame may not be his father, nor his brother, but he could at least be tolerable now.

She dares a glance behind her, and it’s the same infuriatingly handsome face that smirks back at her, only this time he fills out his flight suit better. He might be less boyish around the edges, but it looks like insufferable douche isn’t a stain that comes out in the wash.

White teeth flash at her from between smirking lips. “I was invited.”

She somehow manages not to balk, not to say, I didn’t realize we were scraping the barrel for the dregs.

‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here either,” he admits, insinuating his tray beside hers on the rail. “In the mess, I mean. I would have though General Seiran’s daughter would merit better fare than the grunts.”

The rim of her tray wobbles beneath her grip. These people would die for him, die with him, and he calls them grunts.

“What can I say,” she says, turning to him with a smile drawn thin, plate outstretched for dinner, “I can’t resist some good old shit on a shingle.”

She has the distinct pleasure of watching the color leave his smug little face as a healthy heaping of the caf’s beef stroganoff plops down on her plate. If only he hadn’t been so eager to dog her heels, he might have noticed just which line he got in.

“Yum yum,” she adds, because she’s never been a woman to shy from twisting the knife. “My favorite.”

“Ah, of course,” he manages faintly, handing over his own plate. “You have always struck me as a woman of...simple pleasures.”

“Simple pleasures,” she agrees, “and unmovable opinions. Enjoy your time in the dome, Luigis.”

She doesn’t add, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. He’s a smart boy-- he knows how to read between the lines.

“I don’t know how you eat that.” Zen eyes her stroganoff warily, nose wrinkled in distaste. “I don’t think the recipe has changed World War Two.”

She slides into the last available seat, so close she nearly elbows the jaeger mechanic next to her. “It’s an acquired taste.”

Mitsuhide hums on her other side, and she feels the rumble in her elbow, warm and pleasant. Kiki’s not a fan of eating at the designated meal times-- Zen’s the one that likes to see and be seen by the adoring masses, not her-- but being crushed in like sardines does have its perks, sometimes.

Zen opens his mouth-- to complain, she assumes, since he habitually gripes about the mushrooms being too fragrant for his taste-- but she sweeps in before he can get a word out with, “Luigis is here.”

His jaw drops. Mitsuhide nearly chokes on his milk.

“Hisame Luigis?”

As much as she would love to rag him, to say what other Luigis is there?-- it’s a valid question. With a general for a father and a ranger for a brother, any one of them had a better reason to be here than Hisame did. Too bad; teasing Zen was the best entertainment she could get in the dome.

“What does he think he’s doing here?” His arms fold tight over his chest. “Did he not get humiliated enough the last time?”

“Well, you know,” she drawls, scooping up a forkful of her dinner, “for some people it’s a kink.” While he’s sputtering, she adds, “He says he was invited.”

Mitsuhide frowns into his stoganoff. “Invited?”

“By who? My brother?” Zen shakes his head, emphatic. “Last time he was here, Izana was happy to see the back of him.”

She shrugs. “He didn’t say.”

“But who else could?” Mitsuhide sits back, thoughtful. “There’s not a lot of people who could go over a Marshal’s head, not even here.”

Kiki shovels a bite of beef into her mouth. “Garrack.”

They both sit back at that, uncomfortable. “But for what?” Mitsuhide presses, sounding strained. “He hasn’t piloted a jaeger outside of the simulations.”

“And they can’t be trying to put him in one.” Zen shoved peas around on his plate, mullish. “The neural handshake’s only meant for two, and with Hisame’s ego taking up the second chair, I don’t know how anyone else would fit.”

She can’t help but grin at that. “Maybe they’re making a three-pilot jaeger.”

“Wasn’t China working on something like that?” Zen’s expression turns speculative, distracted. “Something...Typhoon wasn’t it? Triplets were piloting it.”

“Crimson Typhoon,” she corrects, “based out of Hong Kong.”

“Right, and then Japan said they could seat seven.” He shakes his head. “Good thing nothing came of that. Sounds like a disaster from start to finish.”

“Too many cooks in the kitchen,” she agrees.

“Maybe it’s a single ranger jaeger,” Mitsuhide says, and she nearly laughs until she realizes he’s serious.

“Single ranger?” she echoes, dubious. “Can’t be done.”

“Or they’d be tiny,” Zen scoffs, waving a hand. “There’s no way you could pilot a mech as big as Rex all by yourself.”

“Can’t be that then.” Kiki’s mouth quirks. “Hisame Luigis could never suffer being smaller than anyone else.”

Mitsuhide flushes a red so deep it looks painful, studiously applying himself to his dinner as if it might make make him less noticeable. Too bad being six-foot-fuckable and a head taller than half the folks in the mess didn’t lend itself to invisibility.

Zen grins, smelling blood on the water that for once isn’t his. “Right. We all know that’s for-- ah, fuck.”

Kiki takes in his wide eyes, his pinched mouth, and twists her chin over a shoulder. Her stomach knots just think that snake could be right behind her, knowing she still talks about him and inferring all sorts of idiotic encouragement from it, but--

But she only sees a bright red bob lingering over by the chafing dishes, sticking out like a buoy on a choppy sea.

She frowns. Shirayuki was usually cause for excitement, or at least Zen making an ass of himself trying to impress her. There should be a sudden, manic search for stories sedate enough to tell but funny enough to entertain, since the good doctor apparently labored under the misconception that Zen was intentionally witty, and didn’t just bumble into cleverness completely by accident, but today--

Today there’s a lean body that curves beside hers, a slim question next to Shirayuki’s bright exclamation. It’s The Asshole.

Or at least, that’s what Zen calls him. The jury’s still out for her.

“What’s he doing here?” Zen grumbles, churning rice across his plate.

Mitsuhide takes in a breath, measured, and says, “Waiting for you.”

Zen glowers, hunching over his dinner. “I know that. I mean, what’s he doing here with Shirayuki?”

Kiki glances over her shoulder, watching as The Asshole bends down, Shirayuki laying a hand on his shoulder as she yells something over the din, and doesn’t say, flirting.

She shrugs. “Seems like Shirayuki can handle him just fine.”

He glares. “I know that. She just shouldn’t be around a jackoff like him.”

Mitsuhide sets his jaw, and oh, she can read every word he won’t say like it was printed across his forehead: We don’t know him well enough to know if he’s a jackoff. He’d never say it-- and not just because Mitsuhide didn’t truck with words like jackoff and douchebag-- but because he knew to wait until Zen was listening. Which he wasn’t going to now, not with his hackles all raised because the Asshole was in the same room, daring to breathe the same air.

Kiki doesn’t have the same compunctions. “Do we even know if he’s a jackoff?”

Zen sputters, dropping his fork in consternation. “Of course we do! He acts like one every time I walk into the room.”

She glances at Mitsuhide, and his gaze is already darting away. If he isn’t going to point out Zen’s probably earned it, it’s definitely way above her paygrade.

“Every time! Calling me master and reminding me he’s at my beck and call and awaiting my leisure,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I bet he’s over there right now, telling her I’m getting high-handed or something. Like I’m keeping him here to jerk his chain.”

Kiki lifts a brow. “Aren’t you? Izana isn’t going to let him out of the dome until you--”

“I know what he thinks,” Zen snaps, “and it’s not happening. My brother is just going to have to get used to the idea.”

Her brows reach even higher. Izana Wisteria didn’t get to be the youngest Marshal in the history of the PPDC by being the first one to flinch.

Mitsuhide clears his throat, pointed. “And you plan to keep him waiting the whole time?”

Zen blinks. “What?”

“The Asshole,” Kiki clarifies when Mitsuhide balks. “While you’re playing your game of chicken with Izana, he’ll be waiting. Right here. In the dome. Making...friends.”

They all look toward the bright splash of red hovering at the edge of the mess, tray in hand. Shirayuki’s face lights when she sees them, hand half-raised--

And falls. Kiki doesn’t need to look to know what sort of face Zen is making, not when Shirayuki spins so suddenly away, hooking her hand around The Asshole’s arm and steering him away.

“I’m not drifting with him,” Zen says, shoving his tray away from him. “I’m not.”

“Good,” Kiki hums, mouth quirking at a corner. “Be a pity for him to leave when he’s getting along with Shirayuki so well.”

Zen glares at her, mouth pulling thin. “I’m not hungry. Enjoy yourselves.”

She’s supposed to be asleep. Or at least, that’s what the dome’s light pattern it trying to tell her; when she turns on her lights, it’s set to the soft night-time glow.

Shirayuki explained all that once, in her patient, bubbly way: bodies are supposed to use natural light to tell what time it is, and living in a bunker with no windows is one of those things that throws off its entire groove. The mood lighting is supposed to help, subtly dimming and brightening so their brains get the signal that it’s time to sleep or time to work.

Kiki flicks it off with a grimace. It’s a nuisance.

Darkness settles over her, the only light the painfully bright display on her alarm clock. 1:17. She lets out a huff, rolling onto her back. Definitely should be asleep.

Still, it won’t come. Hisame Luigis is here, sauntering around the dome when he has every reason to be a world away, annoying anyone else. Before today she would have said there wasn’t a single thing that could lure him to the site of his own humiliation, but now-- now she knows there is. And what it is--

Well, that’s enough to keep anyone up at night.

She sits up, swiveling to put feet on the floor. Something is happening; it’s one thing for Luigis to be here, gunning to relive all his old mistakes, but he’s not the only new face in the dome.

Her fingers clench around the edge of the mattress. Rex Tyrannous has been sitting in its box for years; Izana might say that getting it into the fray is a priority, but he never picked more than one or two recruits out of the graduating class to try, never seemed to be more than tacitly interested with how they did.

But now, now, he’s flown the whole coast to get this asshole to the dome. An asshole that doesn’t seem to want to be here any more than Zen does.

Kiki levers herself up, reaching for her clothes. Something is happening in the dome, something big.

And she knows better than to wait around to find out what.

There’s only ever been one place in the dome where she can clear her head. It’s too bad that someone’s had the same thought; as she approaches the door the the gym, Kiki can already hear the grunts of exertion coming from inside.

She swallows a sigh, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. It’s better when she has the mats to herself, when it’s just her and her thoughts and the burn of her muscles, not interrupted by the groaning of men who want to impress her--

Good thing this one doesn’t. As much as she wish he might.

Mitsuhide has his back toward the door, and she has the perfect view of the way his muscles coil as he brings his staff up, of the way they shift into sharp relief under his skin as he strikes down with an overhead blow. It’d brain anyone who didn’t block it, but with no partner he brings it up short just inches from the mat, muscle quivering with control.

It’s a sight Kiki never gets tired of. She’s half-tempted to leave her worries behind and just enjoy the show, but--

“You’re up late,” he says, breathless, rising out of his stance. Searching eyes turn toward her, his mouth down-turned with concern. “Everything all right?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugs, tossing him a towel. “No Zen?”

He grunts, snatching the cloth with one hand. “He went to go talk with Izana earlier.”

Kiki grins, sauntering over to where the staves are propped against the wall. “Ah, so you sent him to bed?”

His mouth twitches at a corner, but he shakes his head, saying, all too serious, “He needed some time to cool off.”

She hefts a staff into her grip, testing it’s weight. “I’m assuming this is Asshole-related.”

Mitsuhide lets out a sigh, and they don’t need to be in the drift for her to know he means, what isn’t?

He’s already in his first stance when she steps in front of him, waiting for her to strike first. She should mix it up, try to wait him out, try to lure him into making a mistake early in the bout and riding the moral boost to victory, but--

Well, Kiki hates to disappoint.

Mitsuhide’s a big man, a practical giant, but he jumps over her sweep with a nimbleness that always stuns her. She may drift with him, living inside the corners of his mind, but she can never anticipate his speed. The way that man can move the incredible mass of his body verges on superhuman.

The butt of his staff taps her side, so soft that it’s only her pride that stings. “That’s one for me.”

She lets out a huff, shuffling back, out of his range. “The last one.”

He shrugs, but she can see the smile he tries to hide in his shoulder. “If that’s what you think.”

This time, she’s more cautious, circling the mats, advancing where he retreats. He’s more wary as well; dark eyes fixed to her, watching where she shifts her weight. He catches her first blow, and her second-- light taps, staves clacking together as soft as kisses-- but her third catches him on the thigh, and he laughs.

“One to one,” he tells her, stepping back. “Should have seen that one coming.”

She hums, mouth curving in a smirk. “You should have.”

The go back to their corners, and her body is humming with victory, alive as she watches him shift into stance, and she says, “So, do you know anything about him?”

Mitsuhide blinks, head tilting, and she clarifies, “The Asshole.”

“Ah,” he grunts, more from catching her first blow than surprise. “I can’t say I like him, but that assessment seems...unfair.”

She barks out a laugh, dodging his swing. “I don’t think Zen’s concerned about being fair.”

His mouth pulls thin, and she blocks a hit that leaves her arms vibrating. “Unearned, then.”

She nearly gets a hit on him, throwing off his staff and going for his side, but he steps back, right out of her range. “He doesn’t want to compromise.”

“This isn’t about compromise anymore, it’s about survival.” She ducks under his follow up, a swing that probably would have left a real shiner on her shoulder. Sloppy on his part; he’s usually so careful. “He doesn’t want to trust anyone.”

She dances out of the way of a jab. “No one does in a jaeger.”

“But all of us would try,” he presses, strangely emphatic as he blocks her strike.

“We would,” she agrees, testing his guard. “If I was down, you would drift with Zen--”

His guard drops, just slightly, and it’s like the heavens are parting since right there, right there is where she can tap him--

And she does, so hard he stumbles back, unprepared. She can only stare for a moment, watching him breath heavily, head hung.

“Don’t say that,” he manages after a long moment, voice too raw.

Her fingers tighten around the staff, and she shrugs. “It could happen.”

His eyes fix on her, too intense too dark. “It won’t.”

She knows better than to tell him it’s not their choice, that every time they go out it’s a roll of the dice whether a kaiju takes them under. It’s not what a man like him needs to hear, not when his last station was up in Anchorage, so near the rift.

“Besides,” he says, shoulders straightening as he composes himself. “I should be more worried about you drifting with Luigis if this knee of mine gives out.”

She frowns. “I’d rather be eaten by a kaiju.”

“Well, that would be the other choice,” he informs her brightly, sliding into his stance. “Two-to-one.”

“I know the score,” she snaps, sending a hit to his legs, a sweep he easily sidesteps. “That better not be the reason he’s here.”

Mitsuhide raises a brow. “Back up?”

She smirks. “That you’re getting old.”

“I’m younger than Izana!” he protests, trying to hook his staff around her knees. She jumps over it, missing the timing on the stomp to keep his bo on the floor.

“And he’s sitting behind a desk,” she replies, enjoying herself far too much. “Maybe it’s time for you to push some paper--”

“He has other reasons,” Mitsuhide grouses, retreating as she advances. “Not because he’s old.”

“They can’t be thinking he’ll drift with Zen,” she reasons, “even if this asshole doesn’t work out, he’ll never agree to it.”

Mitsuhide hums absently, fending off her advance, and she presses. “Right?”

“R-right,” he answers. “Zen really only wants one pilot--”

His staff takes her right in the side, and she’s not ready, stumbling to the ground. With a huff, she sits on her ass, shaking her head. “And it’s not any of us.”

“No,” Mitsuhide says with a grin, offering her a hand up. “It’s not.”

She takes it, levering up to her feet and brushing herself off.

“You know...” Mitsuhide’s face takes a wistful bent, almost thoughtful. “Way back, when Atri--”

Kiki perks. She’s been at the dome a long time, but Atri predates even her, here and gone before she’d even stepped foot on the tarmac.

His lips wrap tightly around his teeth, stopping the words he means to say. “Never mind. Two-two. Next is match point.”

She smirks. “I hope you don’t mind losing.”

He smiles, stepping back into his stance. “Not to you.”

When Izana had mentioned they were hiring on a therapist, Kiki had been skeptical, to say the least. He’d gone on to expound on the newest data, how rangers and support staff alike were suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress at higher and higher rates each year, how having an individual focused on the mental health of a dome had reduced the number of accidents in the hangar and fights in the mess, but--

It’d been clear: Garrack was the one twisting his arm on it, and Izana never got in a fight he couldn’t win.

Kiki’s been in the PPDC her whole life, even if it wasn’t in uniform, and among them, stoicism was less a personality trait and more a way of life. If you didn’t have your emotions on lockdown, if your mental vault didn’t have tighter security than Fort Knox, a drift could break you into pieces. It could break your partner into pieces. She’d seen it happen before, dozens of times.

Talking all that out nicely on a couch didn’t really fit with the aesthetic. Or so she’d thought, until she met Shirayuki.

“Thank you for coming,” the good doctor says brightly, taking tea Kiki offers. “I mean, for inviting me! I’m sorry, I’m just so used to, um...”

Kiki can’t help but smile as she takes her seat, cup warm in her hands. It’s not hard to see why Zen likes her so much, not when she’s flushed just from that little slip. “I understand.”

Relief blooms across her face. “Oh, good! It’s nice to not be drinking alone in my office, for once. I mean, tea! Drinking tea! Oh...”

Kiki smothers a snort with a sip of her tea. “I know what you mean. Though honestly, I wouldn’t blame you if I had to listen to Zen’s problems.”

Shirayuki looks as if she might protest, trying to come to the rescue of her patient, but she must catch her wry tone and the smile lurking at the corner of her lips, because she just stops. “From what I understand, you already do.”

Kiki stares. “You’re right. I should start insist on being paid.”

A laugh bursts from Shirayuki, so bright and earnest it surprises her. “I’d listen to him anyway, but--” she leans in, dropping to sotto voce-- “it does help, sometimes.”

She can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her, but it’s worth it to see the way Shirayuki flushes, two bright spots on the apples of her cheeks. “Thank you for coming. There’s not a lot of women in the dome, and it’s nice to just...chat, sometimes.”

“I agree!” Shirayuki tells her eagerly. “There’s more women in K-science than on the deck, but still-- it’s nice to just have a cup of tea and not have to listen to Suzu talk about his numbers.”

Kiki raises a brow. “Suzu’s invited to your girls’ tea?”

“Well.” She takes a thoughtful sip of her tea. “We don’t really have girls-only outings. But if we did, he’d invite himself, and then talk exclusively about his algorithm. The only thing that gets him to stop is Yuzuri--” she coughs, flushed-- “anyway, this is far nicer.”

“I’m only sorry I couldn’t provide better tea service.” She nods at the offerings on the table: buttery crackers with hard cheese, and cookies so crunchy they’re more like hard tack than a treat. “I asked the kitchen if they could make scones, and I’m not sure the cook even knew what one was.”

“Oh, no!” Shirayuki sets down her cup with a clatter, wincing at the sound. “This is perfect, really. When you first asked me to come I was afraid that Zen had asked you to-- ah--”

She claps her hands to her cheeks, mortified. “Never mind. This has been a pleasant surprise.”

“Ah.” Kiki smothers a grimace as she sets down her own mug. “You thought that Zen asked me to talk to you about--”

“Obi, yes.” She spins her cup slowly, as if looking for anything to keep her hands busy. “I know he doesn’t like him. He’s been...vocal about that.”

To put it lightly. “We don’t know anything about him. He’s concerned.”

“I understand that.” Her mouth curves in a wry, almost chagrined smile. “And I understand that being in the dome doesn’t really allow...typical professional-patient relations. But it would be nice if his concern at least took into account that I’m an adult who can make her own decisions.”

Kiki takes a sip of tea to cover her grimace. It’s a fair assessment; there are times where she’s sure Zen doesn’t even remember that his therapist has a doctorate in psychology, let alone is an authority in her field.

“Besides,” Shirayuki sighs, dunking a cookie in her tea. “You could say that about anyone. It’s just that you can say that about Obi especially.”

“You must know all about him,” Kiki presses, leaning in just the smallest amount. “Since you have access to everyone’s files.”

“Oh, no!” Shirayuki shakes her head, hair splaying over her shoulders. “I can’t access anyone’s files unless they consent to treatment. Or, at least, not unless I’m given an emergency override by the Marshal.”

“Oh. Huh.” She settles back in her chair, stymied. “Well, I suppose that makes me feel better.”

Shirayuki blinks, eyes wide. “You didn’t think that I had...?”

Read her file and formed her opinions already? It’s what Kiki would have done, coming into a situation as hostile as the good doctor. “You had to pick your patients somehow.”

Her cheeks flush, differently this time, two angry splotches that spread from jaw to temple. “Treatment is voluntary,” she reminds her firmly. “And even if I could read every record, I wouldn’t. Even with my patients, I prefer to have them tell me something in confidence rather than scrolling through a file. Trust--” she fixes Kiki with an earnest look-- “is the most important currency I can earn in my line of work.”

It’s a good sentiment, and an honest one, but Kiki hums, unconvinced. “But you’ve looked at Zen’s haven’t you?”

Her mouth pulls into a guilty grimace. “I-- I hadn’t, not at first. But when Izana told me he was bringing someone into the dome to drift with him, and that they were going to need to be reintegrated, I, um, well...”

Kiki raises a brow. “You looked.”

Her chin drops to her chest, chagrined. “I...did. I thought he might have...” She hesitates, finger once again rotating her cup on the saucer. “I thought it could have been Atri.”

Her hand tightens on her mug. Atri. The second time she’s heard that name this week. “Is that so.”

Shirayuki sighs. “We’ve been working for months, but Zen just...doesn’t choose to talk about it.”

Funny, how no one does around here.

“Which is fine!” she continues, breathless. “But if Izana was going to bring him back, then--”

Kiki nods. “Then you needed to know who he is.”

“Exactly.” Her shoulders drop in relief, the tension leaving her body on a breath. “I mean, especially if Izana was going to have me treat him--”

“Atri?” She blinks. “You thought he would want you to treat Atri?”

“Well, he, ah...” Shirayuki leans in, lowering her voice to just above a whisper. “He asked for my help.”

“Izana.” She’s a broken record, just repeating everything the doctor says. “Izana asked you for help. Specifically.”

“I know.” Shirayuki shifts, just as uncomfortable with the thought. “He told me this was a-- a special case.”

A special case. “So he must have given you access to his file, then. If it’s so...special.”

“Well, yes.” She fiddles with her cup. “Parts of it, at least. But Obi doesn’t seem interested in therapy--” no, Kiki can’t help but think, just the therapist-- “and, ah, it felt...too intrusive to look.”

It probably wouldn’t have done her any favors making friends either, but Kiki knows that’s a thought best left on the hangar deck. “Parts of his file?”

“Oh, um, yes.” Her eyes dart around the room, as if she half suspects Izana would be lurking just around a cabinet. Fair, considering the thing that man knows. “He only had authorization to open up the vitals to me. Everything else was classified. Even his birthday!”

Classified. Kiki take a sip from her mug. “How interesting.”

“Kiki.” Her father’s voice is as comforting as a warm blanket and hot milk, just the thing she wants to hear at the end of a long day. “What a surprise. We just had our weekly chat--” she can hear him flipping through his datebook-- “not even two days ago.”

“I need to ask you something.” She tucks the phone deeper into her shoulder, turning her back to the group of young pilot-wannabes that swagger through the mess. She’d love to do this where there was more privacy, but it’s the only place with reception in the whole dome, unless she wants to explain to K-science what she’s doing. “A favor.”

“Please,” Father sighs, pained. “You know I don’t keep track of that. It’s my job to take care of you.”

Kiki bites down on her lip. It’s his job to take care of his rangers, to make sure there’s no kaiju to wipe out Seattle, and as much as he’d been her dad too-- there was only room to do one job well.

“There’s a file I need you to look at,” she says, voice pitched low, watching the idiots horse around at the window. Must be fresh off the deck if they’re that cocky this close to open water. “Personnel. I’ll send the information over to you.”

“Oh my,” he hums, far too amused. “Should I let Mitsuhide know you’re looking at another man?”

She only manages to half smother the grunt out of her throat. “Just let me know what you find, all right?”

“Of course, princess.” Her teeth grit down until he adds, “Good hunting.”

Izana’s mouth curves as she enters his office, amusement only growing as she drops into the chair across from him and glares across the wide expanse of his desk.

“Ranger Seiran,” he drawls, sitting back, fingers laced on is lap. “To what to I owe the pleasure?”

“Obi,” she says. “Who is he?”

His lips tip into a smirk. “The next co-pilot of Rex Tyrannous, once my brother gets over himself.”

“Don’t do that.” Her knuckles blanch where they clench her knees. “Not with me.”

“No.” He grows serious. “Not with you. But come now,” he raises a brow, “surely you can find out what you need on your own.”

She lets out a long breath, fingers twitching where they lay. To think, she had longed for a sibling, even knowing the Wisterias.

“Ah, I see,” he hums, all too pleased. “Your father couldn’t get you what you needed.” His teeth flash from behind his lips. “Now, now. If that’s the case, you can’t possibly think you’ll get anything out of me.”

“No,” she admits, grudging. “Not about that.”

That intrigues him. “Oh my, then what would bring you all the way here for a visit?”

“Hisame Luigis.”

All the humor drains from him, his back stiffening against the chair. “He hasn’t bothered you.”

It’s not a question, it’s a promise, and some part of her eases. “No, he hasn’t. Why is he here?”

Izana tilts his head, letting the thick shadows in his office obscure his expression. “That is need-to-know information, Ranger Seiran. “

“And I don’t need to know?” she demands, and even shadowed, she can see how his mouth pulls, pained. “After the last time, you don’t think I deserve to know?”

He stands, pacing to where a large painting sits on his wall. “It’s Confidential.”

She grits her teeth. “I see.”

As she stands, he inhales sharply, and she turns.

“Come now, Kiki,” he murmurs into the space between them. “You’re a clever girl. It’ll come to you, if you think about it.”

She lets out a long breath. “I don’t think we have time for that.”

Sometimes, there’s nothing for it to go to the source.

Not much may be known about this Mystery Asshole, but Kiki’s observant, and he’s been on her radar from the start. And if there’s one thing she’s noticed: he doesn’t like people.

Not that he’s rude; oh no, he only vents his spleen in Zen’s direction, which even she can admit is well-earned. But if he’s got a choice between a full mess and an empty gym, she knows exactly which one he’ll choose.

Which is how she finds him, back pressed to the bench, lifting with no spot in the middle of a deserted gym.

Her mouth pulls thin. Only an idiot would risk it, but then again-- it’s not like anyone would offer to help him, not when they could end up on the bad side of at least one Wisteria. These rangers might all talk tough about facing kaiju in the raging Pacific, but one harsh word from Zen and they’re all chicken shit.

With a grunt, she slides in above his head, hands out and ready. “You’re some mystery,” she says, ignoring the way he gapes at her, “aren’t you?”

His jaw snaps shut, mouth pulling into a grimace. “Sounds like you’ve already decided.”

She lifts a brow. “You’re a ranger, but no one in the whole dome’s ever heard of you.”

He does a single rep, racking the barbel with not a single sign of strain. “I hung up my flight suit a long time ago.”

“There’s people here who can list every pilot since Mark 1,” she scoffs, “time isn’t the issue.”

“I didn’t distinguish myself,” he explains, wry, rolling up the bench, grabbing the towel from behind him. “One run wonder, you know.”

She crosses her arms, watching as he towels off the rigid bristle of his hair. “Your file’s so confidential not even generals can access it.”

“Ah, well.” He cocks a brow from under his towel, mouth rucked up in a grin. “Did someone make daddy try?”

It’s not until her knuckles crack, harsh like gunfire in the empty room, that she realizes she’s clenched her fists at all. The Asshole only gets more smug. “Maybe I just value my privacy.”

“You lost that by coming back here,” she tells him, tight, as he stands, unfurling half a head taller than her. Still, she didn’t get on the flight deck by being cowed by a few inches. “Not just anyone gets offered a seat in Rex Tyrannous.”

“Well, I don’t want it.” He slings the towel around his neck, turning toward the door. “As soon as the prince deigns to let me in his head, we can all go home.”

Kiki is a Seiran, a name that commands respect in every dome in the Pacific. Conversations end when she says they end, and no one has ever put their back to her.

But this Asshole just starts to walk away, like she isn’t a general’s daughter, like her mother didn’t save a whole city, like she’s some rookie straight out of the academy.

“Hey.” She grips his arm hard, fingers wrapped like talons. “I’m still--”

There’s no warning; one minute she’s got a hand on him and the next she’s on the ground, jaw radiating pain like the heart of a jaeger. She lifts a hand to it, and oh, that is gonna leave one hell of a bruise.

“Fuck.” Obi stares down at her, those strange gold eyes wide and jaw slack, horror etched in every line of his face. “Jesus.”

She gets to her feet, knees wobbling beneath her. Asshole didn’t kid around when he laid one on you, that’s for sure.

“Hell,” he hisses, hands hovering around her, like he can’t decide whether to help her or ignore her. “Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t even--”

Okay, that’s enough.

She’s smaller than him, lighter built, but she knows how to pack enough wallop to send him stumbling back. Her knuckles sting-- he’s got a hard head for a boy with such delicate cheekbones-- but it’s worth it to see his face ruck up in confusion, to see him cradling his own jaw.

“All right,” he laughs after a long moment, shaking himself out. “That’s fair.”

“It is,” she agrees, stepping up to him. “But it was my fault. Let’s try this over. I’m Kiki Seiran.”

She thrust out a hand, and he just stares, like he think it might bite him. Fair enough; her other one is still red from where she hit him.

“Right.” His own hand envelops her own, giving it a good firm squeeze. “I’m Obi.”

#obiyuki #mitsukiki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #pacific rim au #my fic #this is really starting to become an ensemble piece and I'm just gonna roll with it #though obviously there's gonna be some obiyuki pinning this whole beast together #and some side mitsukiki #i got another chapter coming up in a few weeks #which is gonna get a lot more into the drifting side of things #but uh...enjoy the slow build to that point i guess #now with kiki being salty about life

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bedbellyandbeyond · 4 years

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Group 3

(Story Post)

The first week with the twins felt like a disaster. Thankfully, Nathan wasn't alone. Dax went back to class on Tuesday but he made himself available all of his free time and spent his nights in the hospital ward with Nathan. Sydryn, not having the ability to be everywhere at once, switched Köbi off of Gardi duty and over to werewolf duty, with Aoife taking over watching Reid. The dragon figured the angel was the least likely to get injured should anyone get bitey. The hardest part of taking care of them was their constant seemingly sporadic shape changing. While Nathan was trapped in a moon cycle, they changed at random, making it very difficult for him to keep track of what the routine he was supposed to be establishing for them. At night, when he was the wolf, he couldn't care for them properly when they stayed human and Dax was the only one who could get up to soothe them as they cried at night, needing changes, wanting attention, being hungry. There were nurses on night shift around to offer advice, but wolf Nathan wouldn't let them anywhere near the twins, leaving all the work to Dax. When they did turn to animals though, Nathan curled up with them, trying to get them to sleep, nursing them into food comas while he rested. By Friday, no one had slept properly, but they had survived. By the evening, Nathan had the twins asleep, and Köbi was there helping change the dressing on his c-section cut. Dax texted him to let him know he’d be a little late, as he was going to go out to get them food. Nathan’s wolf cycle had just ended that day so he looked forward to being in more control that night. Once Köbi was done, there was a knock on the door and Nathan said he could let them in. While he was expecting Dax, he was surprised to see Camilo coming in. Thankfully, Nathan had his shirt back on by then and felt decent enough for guests.

“Hey, Nathan,” Camilo said, walking over. “How've you been today?” “Oh, you know… Tired,” Nathan admitted. “And you?” “Same, but I'm sure it doesn't measure up,” Camilo said, rubbing his neck. “So, we started our group session about an hour ago, but the guys wanted to come up and visit you. You know, congratulations and everything. I wanted to ask you first to make sure that's okay.” “Yeah, thanks. Um, yeah, okay…” Nathan looked around. “It's not a big room, but it could work.” “Awesome. I see the twins are asleep so we'll try to be real quiet,” Camilo said before heading back out. A moment later, the group members were all coming in, sliding around the sides of the bed and making room for each other. Each one greeted and congratulated him as they got in and Dari was carrying a gift basket for him. Even new boy Jeffrey was there with his kid. “So, everyone, as you heard, Nathan delivered the twins on Monday,” Camilo said. “They're absolutely precious, aren't they Nathan?” “They are,” Nathan said, putting his hand into the bassinet beside the bed to rub Grace's cheek as she slept. “I still can't believe they're real…” “You can believe it. You're a father now,” Dari said. “Life's going to be completely different.” “Yeah…” “Can I hold them?” Dari asked. Fay nudged his arm. “Dari, they're asleep.” “Right, sorry…” “You can hold Ben,” Jeffrey said passing over the baby. “Thank you, Jeffrey,” Dari said taking the child. “Hi, Benny baby boy…” “Thank you guys for coming to visit me,” Nathan said. “I probably wouldn’t have even remembered it was Friday if you weren’t here…” “That's alright, I'm sure you've been working really hard getting into the care of your little ones,” Fay said. “Twins can't be easy.” “Well, you'll see soon too, and I can't imagine it'll be easy with other kids to take care of too,” Nathan said. “I'm pretty excited,” Dari said, rubbing his stomach. “Wish I could meet them sooner…” “Maybe they can be friends with Grace and Gabriel,” Fay suggested. “Twin friends.” “Yeah, maybe,” Nathan agreed, though he wasn’t sure how safe it would be for his were-beast children to play with other kids. “Yori, um, your kids can change form when they want, right?” “Yes, of course,” Yori said. He rubbed his stomach. “This one won’t though…” “How did you manage it?” Nathan said. Yori shrugged. “I did it with them most of the time.” “Right, you have that…” Nathan said. “Still, triplets is a lot.” “Three kids, three dads,” Yori said. “Oh, right…” Nathan rubbed his arm. “The extra help I'm sure is great.” “You have extra help too,” Camilo said. “You have this group.” “Yeah, I know, I know…” “You have a boyfriend now too, right?” Yori said. “Two kids, two dads.” “Oh, you know about that too, huh?” “Of course,” Yori said. “I set you up.” Nathan blinked. “What?” “You know, when we met at the teacher meeting thing before the beginning of school, I invited you and Dax to my home,” Yori recalled. “You seem good for each other.” Nathan blushed. “Um, well… Thanks, I guess?” “Quite the match maker, aren't you?” Fay commended Yori. “Now find Jeffrey a new boyfriend,” Dari requested. “Hey, you wish you had what Bler and I have,” Jeffrey defended. “…” Dari looked at Fay and smirked. “I think I'm good.” Jeffrey huffed in annoyance, but Camilo rubbed his shoulder. “We're not going to get into that right now.” “Oh, where's Marcita?” Nathan asked, realising they were short a member. “She has a meeting with a client tonight,” Camilo said. “She'll be back next week.” “I think she mentioned having twins before and I wanted to know what the recovery was like for her,” Nathan said. “I can get her to visit as soon as she has the chance,” Camilo said. “She'll tell you everything she knows.” “I appreciate it,” Nathan said. He hadn't seen Sydryn yet that day, but the doctor took that time to come to check on him. Syd wrinkled their nose at the crowded recovery room and just walked around them to Nathan's bedside. “Quite a few visitors you have…” “It's our pregnancy group,” Nathan said. “Camilo started it himself. We meet Fridays.” “Oh, I heard about that…” Sydryn sighed. “I commend you for your leadership skills, Camilo.” “It's not that big a deal, but thank you, Syd,” Camilo said. “The group mostly grew word of mouth. I just had to pick the spot and time.” “Community is key for your species'…” Sydryn said. “Although I'm surprised you joined, Yori. While I assume this means you've conceived again, I can't imagine you gain much considering the ease of your reproductive abilities.” “I've learned a lot actually,” Yori said. “And this pregnancy is different for me.” “Yori's actually been a very active member,” Camilo said. “You'd be surprised that even a spirit like him can have pregnancy concerns, but he does. Maybe…you'd like to join us sometime?” “Me?” Sydryn narrowed their eyes. “Why would I join a pregnancy group?” “Well, uh… It could help to have a doctor around,” Camilo suggested. “I think not. If any of you have medical concerns, you can make appointments to see me directly,” Sydryn stated. “With my replacement out of commission and more and more of you pumping out spawn, my work is very much more pressing than any group…” “Okay, okay…” Camilo sighed. “But just know we’re here.” “Obviously.” Dax got back with dinner for himself and Nathan and was a little surprised to find so many people in the room. “Hey! Um, is this the, uh…” He looked between them, noticing Camilo and Dari's shape. “Is this the group you go to?” “Yeah, this is my pregnancy group,” Nathan said. “And I don’t know if you've met Camilo, my case worker?” Camilo waved and offered his hand. “Hi! Dax, right?” “Yes, that's me,” Dax said, shaking his hand. “And obviously I know Yori…” Yori grinned. “We are Dari and Fay Demers,” Fay said shaking Dax's hand as well. “I also work as a case worker here, and I believe we met when I toured the school.” “That's right. Nice meeting you again,” Dax said. He turned to Jeffrey. “And you are…?” “You can call me Jeffrey,” the youngest said, offering a fist bump. “Dari has my son Ben over there.” “Oh, that's your kid?” Dax said, looking between Ben and Jeffrey. “…Wait, Jeffrey Matthews?” Jeffrey blinked. “…Mr Olivier?” “Yes, that's right!” Dax said. “Wow, you haven’t changed a bit.” “Ugh, yeah…” Jeffrey rubbed the back of neck. “Puberty barely did shit for me…” “You taught him?” Nathan asked. “Yes, I was Jeffrey's 10th grade French teacher at my old school,” Dax said. “How long's that been?” “Um, math isn't my forte, but I'm 21 now, so…” Jeffrey took a moment. “What's that, four years?” “Five. But you're a father already?” Dax commented. The whole group sighed except Jeffrey who seemed very proud. “Yeah, Ben's the best thing that happened to me! I love him so much,” Jeffrey said. “Trust me, I wasn't doing much before he came into my life.” “…I believe you,” Dax said. “Isn't that funny though?” Jeffrey went on. “If you don't have any other kids, then I became a Dad before you and you're, what, twice my age?” Dax frowned. “I'm not that old. But yes, it is surprising, I guess… But no one's life happens at the same pace.” “True enough,” Jeffrey chuckled. “Nathan, I can't believe you're dating my old teacher. If teachers were our parents, you'd be my step dad.” “…Sometimes I feel like your dad…” Nathan mumbled, not loud enough for Jeffrey to hear. Dax smiled and rubbed Nathan's shoulder. “Looks like you have a very friendly and diverse support group.” “Yeah, they're all good people,” Nathan said. “But, as much as I love you guys, I really want to take advantage of my time with twins asleep at the same time, so I can catch some winks too.” “Right, of course, Nathan. We'll head out,” Camilo said. “Dari left you a gift basket we collected up on that chair over there. Open it when you get the chance. There's some useful stuff in there.” “I will. Thank you, guys, so much.” They all shuffled out and Dax smiled and gave Nathan a kiss on the forehead. “Sorry I didn't get back sooner but I got us some Freshii, and yes yours has a lot of meat in it. It's up to you if you want to sleep first or eat.” “Thank you, Dax,” Nathan said. “I'll eat. I just said that to get them to leave…” Dax started unpacking their dinner. “Oh? Not a good time?” “No, they're great. I just get upset when I'm reminded of how young that kid is…” “Right? That would be my fault though, sorry,” Dax said. “No, no. He was your student. Of course you'd remember him.” “Not gonna lie, while I'm uneasy about him being a father so young, I'm not too surprised,” Dax said. “Very good kid. Not the brightest.” “It's not my place to get into it, but his whole pregnancy story makes me mad…” Nathan said. “I think it's probably just because it's a bit like mine, but possibly worse…” “Oh no,” Dax sighed. “But he seems so happy.” “‘Seems’ is the right word. He might not be clever enough to realise he has it bad…” Nathan said. “But Fay's working with him now, so if he's any good, the kid should be better off.” “I hear Fay's the best,” Dax said. “When he's not sleeping with or marrying his patients.” “No. Dari's a patient?” “As far as I've heard.” “You're so nosy. I shouldn't know these things…” Nathan sighed. “But I think that would explain a lot about Dari…” “Really?” “I'm not gonna get into it. It's not my business.” “Alright, alright…” Dax handed Nathan his bowl and a fork. “Have the twins been good today?” “Relatively…” Nathan said. “I think I'm starting to get what kinda things make them want to switch forms… Like if I even try to put more than a diaper on them, or if there's meat around…” “Well that's good. Sounds like it's not random after all and they have some control,” Dax deduced. “I imagine they'll be able to learn when they want to switch when they're older.” “Yeah, like Yori's kids…” Nathan sighed. “I wish I could control it like that…” “Well, if your kids can do it, maybe you can,” Dax said. “They're born into it, but it's a learning curve for you.” “Maybe…” Nathan started eating his food. “This tastes great. Thank you.” “No problem. Anything for you.” Sydryn cleared their throat. “I came to make sure you're recovering well.” “Right. Syd, forgot you were there,” Nathan said. “I think I am.” “Has your dressing been changed today?” they asked. “Yeah, Köbi did is a little while ago.” “Good, so I can assume we haven't popped any stitches.” “Nope. They've stayed put.” “And your cycle ended so you should sleep better…” Syd went over by the twins. “Let me know when they're awake, I'll do a quick exam. I see they're both in human form now though which is ideal.” “Yes. They're going hours now in the same forms,” Nathan said. “They seem to like to be the same thing at the same time.” There was a knock on the door so Dax went to grab it. Pierce came in, mock saluting. “Hey guys, glad I caught you both,” he said. “I'm definitely not going anywhere,” Nathan muttered. “Right, yeah. Actually, I wanted Dax most, though I also wanted to see how you're doing your first week a parent,” Pierce said, smiling. “We're alright. Getting into it.” “Good, good. Congratulations again.” “You wanted me?” Dax asked. “Yes. So, we're well aware you've been here helping Nathan with the twins, so Ms Liu and I pulled some strings and we've got substitutes lined up for both of you now,” Pierce said. “Nathan, you don't have to worry about me covering your class and Dax, we're allowing you a short parental leave.” “Parental leave?” Dax's eyes widened. “But I'm not… I don't qualify.” “Technically neither does Nathan because of how short a time he’s been with the school, but we sorted it out for him and we've sorted it out for you,” Pierce said. “Of course, it's optional, but you don't have to come in Monday.” “Wow. Um…” Dax couldn't help grinning. “How long is it?” “Full 35 weeks for Nathan, 18 for you,” Pierce said. “That's all we could get from the board.” “That's four months,” Dax said. “That's a lot, are you sure?” “Well, do you want it?” Pierce asked. “Of course! Well, only if Nathan wants me to,” Dax hesitated. “I wouldn't want to use him just to get out of work.” “I need you. You're taking every day,” Nathan said. “Pierce, this is actually so great. I don't know what to say.” “Don't mention it. The kids are beautiful but we all understand they can be handfuls,” Pierce said. “Take the time you need to care and bond with your little ones.” “We will, thank you.” “No problem. You can thank Ms Liu mostly,” Pierce admitted. “Anyway, I'll leave you be. I'll email you specifics about the leaves, but it's paid so you don't need to worry about that.” “Right. Thanks again,” Dax said, shaking Pierce's hand. Pierce shook it back and patted Dax's arm. “Don't mention it. See ya.” Dax smiled and saw him out, before turning back to Nathan and beaming. “Isn't that amazing?” “It is,” Nathan agreed. “Again, we need to treat them to dinner when we're properly settled.” “Speaking of, you should be discharged Monday,” Sydryn stated. “Every test is coming back as expected so you're all in good health and now that the wolf cycle is over, we can trust your stitches won't be at risk.” “Oh, okay.” Nathan smiled. “I can finally go home?” “Precisely.” “Phenomenal. Monday night, I'm going to cook for us,” Dax promised. “The twins will get to sleep in their proper beds.” “I'll get to sleep in my proper bed,” Nathan stated. “Now I imagine in three weeks time, when you're back on wolf cycle, you'll be bringing the twins with you,” Sydryn assumed. “We'll have a bigger place ready for you like I promised.” “Thank you, Syd,” Nathan said. “It all seems too good to be true.” At that, Grace rolled over and started crying which got her brother to start crying too. Nathan sighed and chuckled a bit, picking them both up. “…Ah, there's the rub.” “Should I take one to the hall so they're not playing off each other?” Dax asked. “No, I think they're just hungry. It's been a bit…” Nathan pulled open his robe and got them positioned. He grabbed a blanket from beside him and draped it over them. “I want them to go right back to sleep after this… I really need a nap.” “Understandable…” Dax sat down on the edge of the bed with him. “I can do the next feeding if you'd like.” “Thanks… Yeah, I really need a nap,” Nathan said. “That's why I'm here, No worries.” Sydryn went to the door. “I'll come back a little later for the measurements. Rest well.” “Okay. Thanks, doc.” “Don't mention it.”

#lore #Nathan #Dax #Grace #Gabriel #Camilo #Sydryn #Dari #Fay #Jeffrey #Yori

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peace-coast-island · 4 years

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Diary of a Junebug

Hanging around an old timey town

If I were to describe Tenney in one word, it would be cloudy. Idyllic would probably be more accurate, but I feel like that’s too vague. Cloudy’s a bit of an unusual description, I admit - especially when it's not used to describe the weather.

What I mean by cloudy is that it’s a charming, almost dreamlike place. Like a mix of cottagecore aesthetics with the gardens and woodland creatures as well as colorful pictures of the sky in various shades of pastel. Imagine sitting outside, surrounded by flowers underneath a colorful sky, getting lost in a book while the breeze blows gently in your direction and the sun beams gently from above.

When you visit a place like Tenney, a day trip does not do it justice. No, in order to get the full idyllic, cloudy, and zen experience, you need to be there for at least two days. A short escape to turn to when you need a break. Spending the hours doing mundane stuff that’s rewarding really goes a long way.

I’m here with Jenny, Clarry, Lyndi, and Louie, who are in need of a vacation. The four came over from Chariott, where they were helping their uncle Ludwig move into a new house.

Ludwig is what happens when you combine a mad scientist, a chaotic inventor, a mischievous magician, and a disaster bisexual into one lanky bespectacled guy. He’s either super brilliant or beyond baffling or somewhere in between. Either way his chaotic energy is contagious. Pretty much everyone in he’s ever spoken to told him “Ludwig no!”, in which he responds with “Ludwig yes!” and the results wildly vary depending on whether or not explosions were involved.

So the family has been spending the past week helping Ludwig bring various gadgets and gizmos from various labs scattered across the globe as well as some that are outside of that scope. After spending over a decade as a traveling adventurer/scientist, Ludwig decided that it was time to finally settle down. Chariott was his second choice, a remote island off the Diamond Coast, not too far from uncharted territory. His second choice was Rainbow Shores, another remote island, but it’s one of many places where he’s sorta banned from - meaning he can visit but not overstay his welcome.

Not surprisingly, Ludwig underestimated how many labs he set up so Jenny called up some reinforcements like Isabelle and us campers. Turns out he has a base not too far from Wizpire so we spent a day there packing all his stuff. While I find Ludwig’s stuff to be fascinating, going through everything and putting them in boxes felt like sticking my hand in a sink full of dishes to find utensils and not knowing there’s a knife in there. A couple explosions aside, it went smoothly.

Louie and the triplets have been helping Ludwig for two and a half weeks straight. Finally, two days ago, they were done. The place is still a mess, but Ludwig has his own ways and insisted that his nieces and nephews take a break.

That’s why I planned this trip for them. Then after spending a couple days at Tenney, they’ll be staying at the campsite on the newly renovated second floor of the cabin for a week. Knowing Jenny, she’s made a mile long itinerary, and knowing her sisters and cousin, they won’t stick to it. I’m sure we’ll find a happy medium.

We left Chariott around 5 am with Jenny insisting on driving the whole way since the others were passed out in the back. I offered to take over but she declined, which I didn’t mind too much since she’s a morning person and I’m not. Though I feel kinda bad for having her drive since she’s supposed to be relaxing - then again, she does find driving relaxing, especially on a day like today when there’s no traffic and we’re taking the scenic route.

From Chariott to Tenney, the drive took about three hours. Once we got settled in the Bed and Breakfast, we were ready to take on the day!

One of the things I love about Tenney is the outdoor workshop classes it offers. From cross breeding flowers to hand lettering to culinary arts to building carriages - there’s no limit to what kind of new skills you can pick up!

We went to a morning workshop session, where Jenny and I made journals. As in we made our own paper, made the covers with linen we designed, hand stitched the pages - literally the whole thing is made from scratch! It’s a lot of work, but I enjoyed it a lot. Clarry made a bunch of cute stickers while Lyndi and Louie hung out at the beach, where we met up after we finished making our creations.

Around noon we set up a picnic at the beach, taking the time to enjoy the sights and sounds surrounding us. The food, like pretty much everything in this town, is made from scratch. Fragrant jasmine rice from the fields, fruits and veggies picked at the peak of ripeness, flour from the wheat fields to the mill - it’s amazing how much work is put into everything!

A while ago I started following Lia Yi, a vlogger from Tenney who makes videos about her everyday life. Watching her bake bread or work on her garden or using her handmade paints to decorate a canvas while classical music (pieces composed by her) plays in the background is super relaxing. We had the pleasure of meeting her while taking a stroll in the community garden, where she gave us a tour and showed us her latest projects.

After lunch we stopped by the library, which looks like a greenhouse except it’s full of books, and hung around the lounge for a couple hours. Lying on a branch surrounded by vibrant greens and pastel pinks while on my laptop listening to music and scrolling social media makes me feel like I’m one of those lo-fi girls. Speaking of which, I’ve been really into lo-fi lately and it’s been doing wonders with my creative output in terms of art journaling.

Then we headed to the orchard/bakery where we picked fruits and made pastries. It was super cool to see how much work goes into making lemon poppyseed muffins and cherry pies because, like I said, everything is made from scratch! We also learned how to make lingonberry jam, rose, and ice wine, which was super cool as well.

The villagers are always more than happy to show us around and teach us how to make stuff, another reason why I enjoy visiting Tenney. Even making dough at the bakery (something I have a love/hate thing with) was more relaxing than usual. Something about going back to our roots and doing things the old fashioned way - I guess doing all this stuff by hand is kinda like a form of mindfulness.

Before we knew it, night had come. Since we were at the bakery, we made dinner paired with rose and dessert. A quick trip to the B&B to drop off the jam and wine crates and a walk around town square followed, leading to a two hour karaoke session at the rec center.

Clarry’s latest hit, Somewhere in Your Mind, was one of the selections on the machine, which she found flattering. When she came up to sing it to see what would happen, a couple villagers immediately recognized her and she gave her fans the VIP treatment.

It took a couple cocktails but Clarry convinced me to step up to the stage and sing some tunes. I like watching people sing karaoke but ask me to go up there I’d be like no way. Unless I’m in a group and/or slightly buzzed, then maybe.

So we hung out at the rec center until it closed around 1. After karaoke, we went to the arcade, where Louie and I fought to the death in a sword fighting game, Jenny had to wrestle Lyndi away from a VR game when things got too intense, and Clarry beat the high score in a ukulele game.

Then we got back to the B&B, where we hung out a bit at the lobby sharing drinks and stories for about an hour before heading off to bed. Jenny’s starting an internship at Viola Francois in August and she’s super hyped about that. Clarry has been busy with her newest songwriting partner on her upcoming album planned to be out next year. Lyndi started getting into tik toks and has been making a bunch of vids that have gone viral. And Louie’s taking it easy after surviving freshman year at Seashore Path as well as reconciling with his uncle, who he has a love/hate relationship with.

Maybe it’s because I’m super tired, but this bed feels like I’m floating on a cloud. The mattress’s even kinda lumpy like one - and super soft too, I must say.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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maydaygirl-save-our-ships · 5 years

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The Worst of Messes

When the Duck triplets first met Gosalyn Mallard they weren’t sure what to think of her. The teachers called her a problem child, she was more than a little rough around the edges, and for a brief moment that day, they weren’t sure if she was going to help them or punch them. Her family was just as odd. Her father seemed constantly irritated at everyone, as if they weren’t worth his time, and the third member of her family was…

Wait a minute… Launchpad?!?!

A fanfic mashup of 2017 Ducktales and 1991 Darkwing.

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Chapter 2: Downhill From Here

“I know I’ve said this already, but I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Huey said as he eyed the rusty contraption that Dewey called his bike.

Dewey had just pulled his “new” bike off the front of the bus while his brothers watch dubiously. Huey was certain it would fall apart any second.

“You worry too much, Hue. I just need it to get me through the race,” Dewey said as he patted the dusty bike seat. “It’ll hold up until then.”

The school bus had dropped them off in the parking lot at the back of St. Canard Middle school. The school was bigger than the triplets expected it to be. Banners and balloons were strung haphazardly on the school buildings; one of the signs said “Welcome Duckburg Middle” and another said “After School Jamboree”. The paint on the signs still looked wet, as if the welcome committee had rushed to get them done right before the event.

The triplet watched as their fellow classmates from Duckburg wandered to the front of the school where the St. Canard students were participating in carnival games and getting ready to start the various competitions.

Huey tore his eyes away from the festivities and examined his brother’s bike closer. They had found the bike in Uncle Scrooge’s garage and they were pretty sure it had been Uncle Donald’s old bike from when he was a kid. The bike chain was rusty and the front frame was bent. However, the brakes and tires were new. Launchpad had been helping Dewey fix up the old bike, but because Launchpad always went home before six unless he was needed for an adventure, there hadn’t been able to complete the project in time.

“Didn't Launchpad say that the bike wasn’t safe to ride yet?” Huey asked.

“So? Since when is Launchpad the expert on safety?” Dewey pointed out. “He wanted to give me crashing lessons as soon as the bike was fixed.”

“He has a point,” Louie said, getting out his cellphone and pointing the camera at his brother. “When you do crash, try and make it look good. If we get a viral video out of this, we can monetize it, and then we can all afford new bikes.”

Dewey glared at his brother. “I’m not going to crash. I’ll be the fastest, win the yeti, and be able to throw away this hunk of junk once and for all.” Dewey then turned to the ‘junk’ bike in panic and began stroking the seat. “Shhh, I was just kidding, baby, you’re not a piece of junk. You’re not, it’s okay.”

“Great… and now he’s talking to it,” Huey said with a frown. “That’s more than a little disturbing, I hope you know that.”

“All the other kids are going to have better bikes that don’t look like they pulled them out of a junkyard this morning” Louie said. “How are you going to compete with that?”

“It doesn’t matter how fancy their bikes are. I’ll win because I’m the best biker!”

Both his brothers gave him skeptic look.

“What?”

“You’re not a bad biker…” Heuy placated. “You’re better than us but-”

“Obviously,” Dewey interjected.

“BUT,” Huey stressed, annoyed. “Louie is right, you don’t really have an advantage. The only thing you have going for you is that you take risks and turn corners at speeds that most people with common sense wouldn’t. But everyone wants the Yeti. All the best bikers in our two schools will be competing and that includes eighth graders. They’re practically high schoolers!”

Dewey rolled his eyes. “The bigger they are the harder they fall. Besides, I would have thought that at least my brothers would be supportive of me.”

“I would be more supportive if that bike wasn’t a disaster waiting to happen,” Huey pointed out. “You’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“It would be pretty awesome if you did win the Yeti though,” Louie said wistfully.

Despite his reservations about this whole event, Huey couldn’t help but agree. They used to have bikes of their own, but they were destroyed in a magic troll attack last month that may or may not have been their fault. In their defense, they didn’t know that magic staff was cursed and that the guardian troll would chase them down to get it back as soon as they activated it. Their bikes hadn’t been fast enough, but thankfully, Webby had been, and she managed to deactivate the staff just in time.

As far fetched as it seemed, and as short-sighted as it was for Dewey to ride that deathtrap into the race, Huey had to admit it would be cool if his brother did win. Statistically, it was unlikely, but well, their family had a way of turning the impossible into just another Thursday afternoon.

“Don’t worry, bros. Once I win I’ll give you all a turn,” Dewey assured them. “I’ll obviously get priority, but I’m nothing if not generous.”

“So… we can count on what, five minutes tops before Dewey gets bored and insists on his bike back?” Louie joked.

“Wow, five whole minutes? That would be a record sharing time for him,” Huey added before he and Louie broke out into laughter.

Dewey crossed his arms. “Very funny. Just for that, I’ll be sharing my new bike with Webby first.”

After sitting through an hour of watching kids compete in the other games, such as ring toss, apple bobbing, and the three legged race, the final event, the big bike race, was announced.

“No one will blame you if you quit now,” Huey whispered as the triplets watched as the biggest kids in the entire school lead their polished racing bikes to the starting line.

There were fifteen kids competing in total, and they were all at least a head taller than Dewey. Dewey recognized a few eighth graders from his school, but the rest were obviously St. Canard students.

There was a reason why their uncle never moved them to St. Canard despite the cheaper rent. St. Canard was known for its gangs and high crime rates, and although most of the students in St. Canard Middle looked like regular kids, some of the St. Canard students participating in the race looked like they were auditioning as a member to said gangs, or at least, pretending like they were.

There were three St. Canard students that looked particularly nasty who claimed their place at the front of starting line. The largest was a german shepard who was elbowing anyone who dared stand too close to him. Next to him stood a smug looking falcon with a bike that was nearly as good as the Yeti. The third was goose who was definitely too old to be a Middle schooler. He must have been held back a year… or two. These three students seemed to be sizing up the competition and sneering at everyone except for each other.

Dewey had a feeling that these students didn’t usually participate in after school activities, and they were just there for the big prize, like he was. Some other students in the crowd had brought their bikes with the intent to participate in the race, but had now changed their mind after seeing the competition.

“I’m not quitting,” Dewey said through clenched teeth.

So what if these other kids had better bikes? So what if they were bigger and meaner? They weren't Dewey Duck.

“Well, it was nice knowing you,” Louie said as he patted him on the back.

“So they’re big? That just means their weight will slow them down,” Dewey tried to reason.

“Not necessarily. With their muscles and stronger legs-”

“Save the science, Hubert,” Dewey cut him off. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Dewey let out a breath and began pushing his bike to the starting line. He paused when he saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. A red-headed girl emerged from the crowd and wheeled her bike to an empty space at the front of the starting line, right next to the group of three mean-looking bikers. She was shorter than Dewey and perhaps even a little younger. Her red hair was pulled into messy pigtails, and although her clothes looked relatively clean, her legs were scuffed up with scabs and bruises.

She pulled her well-used, off-white bike up to a spot next to the german shepherd. The dog scowled down at her and looked ready to make a scathing comment, when he paused. He seemed to recognize her, and when the girl finally looked over in his direction, the dog gave her a curt nod.

She returned the gesture and fixed her eyes back on the road in front of her. She had a determined set to her beak and she looked completely unbothered standing next to the older bikers that towered over her.

Suddenly inspired by the younger girl’s confidence, Dewey started forward again.

“See, that girl has the right idea,” he called back to his brothers. “She’s not scared of going up against those bigger guys and neither am I! Come on Mildred, let’s go!”

“Great… and now he named it. Stop talking to it like a person! It’s just a bike!’” Huey called out after him.

As Dewey pushed his bike up to the starting line, he noticed he was getting far more nasty scowls than the red-headed girl had, especially from the three biggest bikers. He stops just behind the falcon, who sent him a scathing glare.

“You’re out of your league, shorty,” the falcon scoffed.

“That’s what you think!” Dewey shot back. He couldn’t wait to outrace all these jerks. Dewey might not be as big as these guys, and might be riding a bike that was almost complete garbage, but despite this, he knew he could Dew-it (it was never a bad time to turn his name into a pun, especially when he was trying to distract himself from how nervous he felt).

One of teachers gave the instructions for the race. It was once around the block and the finish line would be back where they started at the front of the school.

“Okay racers,’’ a teacher said, holding up a white rag that was supposed to symbolize a flag. “On your marks, get set, go!”

They were off in a flurry of movement. To his dismay, Dewey’s bike was slower to get started than the other kid’s bikes. Dewey fell into last place almost instantaneously, but he was determined to not let this dictate the rest of the race.

Dewey pushed his feet to pedal faster. The bike felt heavier than his old one and his hands hurt from how tight he was gripping the handle bars. This wasn’t enough, he needed to be faster! When they rounded the first corner, Dewey was still last, but not by much. He was quickly gaining on the group of boys in front of him. However, the boys weren’t his only problem.

He had no idea how she did it, but the small, red-headed girl was in the lead. Two of the larger boys were right behind her, but it was impressive how much speed she managed to gain in just a few short moments. Even if Dewey could get past the other guys, he would still have to deal with her.

Dewey turned the next corner as fast and as sharp as he could; his bike tires skidding across the gravel before he gained back control. It was a risky move, but it had allowed him to make up the distance needed to pass two kids.

Dewey didn't have a chance to celebrate his success. They were nearing the halfway mark soon and at this rate he was still going to lose. He needed some kind of advantage.

And then he saw it.

Orange construction signs loomed in the distance as he passed a “Road Work Ahead” sign to his left. Ahead of him, an arrow pointed down the street to the right with the word “Detour.” Orange cones blocked off the road ahead where a giant, yellow excavator had paused in it’s digging of a giant hole in the middle of the street. Signs directed pedestrians and cars to take a detour down the next street on the right.

This was it. This was his chance. The other racers would take the detour around the construction, while Dewey would continue straight through. The dirt pile in front of the hole made the perfect ramp as long as he had enough speed.

Yes it was dangerous, yes he could get hurt, but this was the only way he had a chance of winning the race, and it wasn’t technically against the rules.

Dewey’s determined grin grew as the bikers in front of him moved their bikes to the right in order to follow the detour sign.

However, his expression fell when he heard the bikers gasp and shout. One of the bikers seemed to have change her mind about taking the detour, and instead, she was heading straight for the construction site.

Dewey stared in disbelief as the red-headed girl picked up even more speed. She didn’t even hesitate as her wheels hit the dirt ramp, propelling her cleanly over the ditch. She landed on the road on the other side of the ditch, her back wheel first, hardly losing any speed as she continued down the road.

The other boys shouted in anger, some in amazement, as they were forced to take the longer detour down the second street.

Dewey clenched his beak and pedalled faster. He had to get up to her speed if he was going to make the jump. His wheels hit the dirt ramp, and for a short second, he was airborne. Only when he was at the apex of the jump did he realize that something was wrong.

He didn’t have enough height and the ground was coming up too fast. Dewey held his breath and braced for impact.

His back wheel hit the edge of the ditch and his heart clenched in his chest. Miraculously, his bike had enough momentum that his wheel propelled him forward. His front wheel hit next, and his feet almost slipped off the pedals. He let out a sharp intake of breath as he finally cleared the ditch.

He actually made it! If he had been going any slower he would have fallen back into the hole.

Pedalling as hard as he could to make up for the decrease in speed, his heart still in his throat, Dewey set his eyes on the biker in front of him. It was just him and the girl now. None of the boys behind him had dared try and make the jump.

Dewey’s breath became shorter as he pedalled his bike up a steady incline. Now that the girl thought she was far in the lead, she had decreased her speed in order to take the hill at a more manageable pace. This was Dewey’s chance to catch up with her. She didn’t notice he was behind her until they rounded the next corner. She must have heard him make the turn, because she looked over her shoulder in surprise.

“You made the jump?” she called back in astonishment.

“What? That little thing? It was easy!”

She grinned, her eyes gleaming, eager and mischievous. “Alright then, see if you can keep up with this!”

Dewey pedalled as hard as he could; the muscles in his legs burned and his feet felt heavy, but he wasn’t going to give up now! He was so close!

The incline began to flatten out at they came up on the last turn. He took the inside of the turn at top speed, nearly losing control of his bike as he did so.

She glanced over her shoulder at him as he came up on her left.

“Not bad, kid,” she commented. She didn’t sound the least bit worried about losing, and that only made Dewey want to beat her more.

They were at the final stretch of the race, which was all downhill. Dewey could finally see the finish line at the bottom in front of the school. Dewey leaned forward, hoping to pick up as much speed as possible on the way down. He felt himself push ahead, and soon he was neck and neck with the girl.

“You really should slow down,” the girl called over to him. “At this rate, you’ll make it to the finish line, but you won’t be able to stop in time.” She glanced at wall of bushes and the crowd of people that were coming up fast just beyond the finish line.

“Sure thing, as long as you slow down first,” Dewey called back.

“Not going to happen!” the girl countered. “I guess we’re going to crash.”

“Eh, that’s nothing new!”

The girl chuckled and he thought he saw her nod in agreement. “You definitely got guts! Not just anyone can come in second place to me!”

“Funny! I was just going to say the same to you!”

And then it happened. Dewey heard something snap underneath him as the bike chain broke. His bike wobbled and swerved, first left and then right, getting dangerously close to the girl’s bike.

“Hey! Watch it!” she shouted. “You need to break! You’re bike is falling apart!”

Dewey gripped his bike handlebars tighter in an effort to steady the bike. “Not a chance! I’m winning this!”

His bike swerved towards her again, and to avoid getting hit, she veered off further into the street.

Dewey’s out-of-control bike followed hers. It all happened so fast. A car was coming straight towards them, he clenched the breaks, nothing happened, the car swerved-

He screamed.

The car barely missed his back tire. Their bikes crossed to the other side of the street, the girl’s bike went up the driveway and into a grassy front yard where she was heading full speed into a tree.

He saw her bail out a moment before his bike missed the driveway and plowed tire-first into the curb. The momentum flipped Dewey up and over the front of the bike where he landed with a whack!

Everything went black.

Wow the response to this fic has been amazing so far! Thank you so much for all your support in liking, reblogging and leaving comments!

This fic is about 80 percent planned out, so if you want to suggest that I put anything in it, now is your chance before I finalize everything.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #darkwing duck #darkwing #drake mallard

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wilshirehq · 6 years

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And you thought the Wallace kids were bad - just wait until you meet their parents. The air in the dining room pf the Wallace manor is tense to say the least. With the Wallace parents suddenly amongst the living again, it only makes since that the family would come together for an all too extravagant meal. How will the evening pan out? Will everyone survive? Will tears be shed and hearts be broken? Stay tuned to find out what happens in the next episode of Wilshire's Gone to Hell.

below is a chatzy log for a dinner involving the wallace family, including their resurrected parents! please be sure you read the trigger warning list before continuing, as there are some heavy topics discussed. if you are afraid you can’t get through it, message the main and we’ll give you the main details!!

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: violence, abortion mention, death ( including the death of a child ), mention of blood and gore, car accident, child abuse mention, neglect mention.

Parents

As she watched their children and their...partners, Elizabeth barely kept her disgust hidden behind the carefully crafted mask of politeness, poised as ever with on hand delicately placed over her husband's. She'd already made mention her disappointment in her children - namely their partners and the abominations they called children - several times over, and couldn't help but find a certain satisfaction in their reactions. Elias, on the other hand, did nothing to hide his disdain for the filth that had filled into their presence. It was bad enough that one of their own had allowed herself to become one of those abominations - the thought that she'd had the audacity to breed, or that their sons had thought to further sully their bloodline with mixed shadowhunters, or that Leonard had taken a warlock as his partner - disgusting. Still, he'd yet to pay much mind to any of the women - instead focusing his attention on Leonard himself.

[ This is simply to set the scene. The dinner has been going on for about half an hour now, with no clear end in sight. Both Wallace parents have been berating their children, albeit in different ways. Elizabeth - the mother - is focusing her spite on Elena, Nora, Lilian, Thea, and the children. Elias - the father - is more focused on Leonard, and anyone that attempts to stand up for him in any way. ]

Jeremiah

Jeremiah casts yet another concerned glance to his fiance, gaze flicking between her and his parents. He'd known a dinner with the Wallace elders would end in disaster, all he could do now was damage control. He wasn't doing it successfully. " Mother. Father. " he starts through gritted teeth, trying to drag the attention off of the others. " Nora and I have an announcement to make . " Is this the best time? Likely not, but with any luck, it may just improve the mood. " My beautiful fiance is pregnant ... with triplets . "

Leonard

Leo could already see that the dinner wasn't going as planned (he knew trusting their parents' promises of having it going smoothly was a mistake but at least they could act like nothing was wrong, he had hoped) but there was no turning back now. Casting a glance at Lily who was seemingly tense as well, his attention was caught by his eldest brother who started to speak, the hope that he'd be able to put an end to the tension building in the shadowhunter. The announcement was a surprise, but unlike everything else about the dinner, was a pleasant one. A smile (surprisingly a genuine one) spread across his face, Leo looked at his brother, leaning back in his seat. "What delightful news," he said cheerfully, a grin taking the smile's place as his gaze drifted towards Jeremiah. "I see someone wasted no time. Congratulations to the both of you."

( Status of Nora: Tense, avoiding the gaze of the parents and casting a smile at the other pleasant faces around the table. Status of Elena: Quiet, holding Quill's hand through the whole time and hoping not to be seen. )

Thea

Thea had been on edge since she'd heard her parents were alive at all, and the idea of having to face them was not something she'd been looking forward to - especially not with her kids around. Yet here she was, casting glances between her siblings and her kids and really anywhere that didn't have her looking at her parents. Every dig her mother had made thus far had pushed her just a little further, and she could already feel the ache in her bones as the tiger lurking inside practically begged to be let out. Her brother's sudden announcement, however, was enough to send a momentary wave of calm through her as a grin spread across her lips. "I'll second that - congrats on joining the multiples club!"

( Lily - very clearly unhappy, has a spell up around the kids so they don't hear the awful things their grandparents are saying about them. Really wants to stab Elizabeth with a fork. Poppy & Quinton - honestly pretty okay thanks to Lily's spell and the tasty food, plus there's a baby and there's Lukas. Pretty good atm 💗 )

Amalie

Amalie had been keeping quiet, knowing that the family dinners always were awkward and painful each year. The years passing by didn't make it any easier. It was like pulling teeth. She normally did keep her quiet, one because she wanted to stay out of the mess that was the arguments that always ensued, and two because she wasn't exactly the best socially in the family. But when she heard the news from her eldest brother, she smiled and rose her head from her mobile. "Congrats you two. I'm so excited for you both" she beams.

Parents

Elizabeth remained silent for several moments after her eldest's revelation, expression shifting from shock to disgust to something akin to anger. When she finally does speak, her voice is cold and low, eyes flicking between his son and his so-called fiancée. "Unfortunate. And how far along are you, exactly?" It takes nearly all her will not to say anything further, though she couldn't help but grin as her husband seemed even more irate at the idea than she.

Elias slammed his wine glass down hard enough that the stem cracked, though it didn't quite break fully, jaw clenched as he turned his attention from their demon-blooded son to their eldest, fixing him with an icy glare. "Excuse me? You mean to tell us that you and your little half-fish mutt intend to further drag our name through the mud?Is there even a single one of you that deserves to carry the Wallace name? No, no I don't think there is. You're just a bunch of idiots, useless freaks who can't even uphold your duty."

Jeremiah

Jeremiah tenses, eyes narrowed and jaw set as he glares at his parents. " Her name is Nora and she's worth more than either of you could ever be . It's not unfortunate mother , it's a blessing . " It's a struggle not to raise his voice, one that he ultimately ends up losing as he rounds on his father. It's odd. For so many years he'd been terrified of uttering a single word against his parents. " How dare you , " he spits. " Tell me , who upheld the Wallace name for the past eighteen years whilst you were rotting in graves that frankly , you should've stayed in ? Do you think any of us care ? This isn't about you ! This isn't about either of you and fuck what you think. These useless freaks ? Quill just married his best friend . Thea has raised the most beautiful children on her own . Amalie is one of the smartest shadowhunters in the institute. And Leo ? Leo might just become the next Head of our Institute . They did it all , with no thanks to either of you . Go and crawl back to your graves , we were fine without you before , we'll be perfect without you now . "

Leonard

Not many things in this world can manage to make the demon-blooded shadowhunter flinch, but as soon as he heard the glass slam and crack on the table he did, eyes darting towards the man, the so called father of the family. His words making his blood start to boil in his veins, Leo could feel the anger in him rise; his eldest brother, Jeremiah, was probably one of the best thing that had ever happened to this mess of a family. That bastard had no right to insult him like that. "Cut the crap will you? Your existence itself is enough to ruin the family name. Those children will meet a fate brighter than the one you provided for all of us combined. Don't act like we both don't know Jeremiah had always been a better father than you, even when he had no children on the way." Leo said, in between hissing and glaring daggers at Elias. He had nothing to say to their venomous snake of a mother, and even if he did, he'd stop right away as Nora began to speak.

"These are my children," Nora began, voice shaky as her gaze was locked on the table for a moment before she raised it to look at the other 'mother', eyes slightly glassy and breath hitched. "...and his." She continued, gaze flickering to Jerry before she swallowed, hand coming to rest on her quite small but apparent to the eye baby bump protectively, the motherly instincts in her kicking in. "You have no right to talk about them like that, grandparents or not. Please don't let things get unpleasant." She said, trying to keep her voice steady but she was quite hurt by their words and especially under Elizabeth's glare, something else just kicked in; fear. And that made her wrap her arm around her belly tighter, sinking in her chair.

(Elena: Starting to get scared, clutching Quill's hand tight and caressing his arm, hoping to keep him calm.)

Thea

The growl that slipped past Thea's lips was unintentional, a response to the cracking glass and raised voices. Bright blue eyes are suddenly a golden yellow - fight or flight mode is kicking in and the werecat's not the sort to flee, not when her family is involved. Her touch is gentle as she reaches out to rest a hand on the arm of the woman beside her in an attempt to offer reassurance, gaze locked on her parents. She had nothing to say, not this time - her brothers seemed to be handling it beautifully, but it was clear from her posture, the way she'd shifted closer to Nora, that she was ready for the fight that she felt was inevitable. Jeremiah or Leo, Elizabeth or Elias - she wasn't sure who'd swing first, but she could see the look in her mothers eyes - a look she knew all too well - that said she wasn't done prodding.

( Lily is shifting her spell, trying to work in a protection charm and move it to include Lukas and Nora and Elena. She's barely keeping herself from saying anything. Poppy and Quinton, while not really able to hear what's going on, can feel and smell their mother's unease - they're eyes are the same golden color that Thea's are and they are trying to sink under the table. )

Amalie

The fight kicking off, Amalie felt her own anger building as she heard the frankly disgusting words towards everyone, especially Nora. She was sick of all of this, sick of the fighting, sick of being treated like a lesser. She stood up abruptly and glared at their parents, hands clenched to fists by her side. "How can you be so disgustingly rude and thoughtless. I'm sick and tired of you acting like we're all dirt on your shoes. You're both nothing but a pair of snobby, stuck-up bastards who have done nothing to help us ever. You think we're just going to take it after all these years? No! I'm not standing here and letting you do this again. Fuck you!!"

She walked over to Nora, putting her arm around her sister in law to be {nora} and urging her to come with her before glancing over to Elena, Lukas, and the Kids, "come on, let's get out of here"

Parents

"And who was it, pray tell, that brought us back? Better yet - who put us in those graves? Certainly not you, dearest Jeremiah. No, as a matter of fact the answer to both questions is one and the same - would anyone care to take a guess?" Elizabeth's voice was filled with something between venom and the lilt of a song, a laugh spilling out as she once again turned her attention to Nora. "You know, it's not too late to terminate the pregnancy - save yourself the trouble this family brings. After all, who's to say your offspring wouldn't turn out just like their uncle. And you, dear sweet Amalie," she muses, a wild glint in her eyes as she calls out to her youngest, turning to study her for a moment before continuing. "Tell me, what were we meant to do for you from the grave? The grave your brother put us in, all those years ago? Should we've followed you around, two ghosts like lost puppies who could do little more than bark? No, I must say we had no desire to watch you each grew into such disappointments. Besides, you had you're fantastic older brother there to look after you, didn't you? Sad that your half brother didn't have that luxury."

Elias knew better than to speak over his wife - for all she was on his side he knew her anger could snap to him just as quickly as any other - and as such he waited for her to reach a pause before speaking again, standing as he studied each of his children. "'Upheld the Wallace name'? We paved a path to greatness for you and yet each and every one of you squandered it away as if we'd done nothing. Alexander, to my understanding, wasn't even here until just this last year - yet here he is, likely one of the brightest of you but married to that half-breed girl. Leonard wasted whatever little potential he had left after becoming a murderous bastard by shacking up with some half-demon bitch and what, raising an infant just like her and a grown man? And tell me where were you, Jeremiah, when your sister ran out and got herself turned? Tell me what sort of father figure would let that happen - had she been raised by her actual father she would've had the skill needed to avoid such a fate. And can you tell me, did any of you even know Alexandra bore these children before this year? because the vast majority of people I've spoken with said it had come as a surprise when two six year olds suddenly turned up following her around. And Amilie, full of so much potential that has undoubtably been wasted after being raised by your foolish brothers, such a pity and I'm honestly sorry." He paused then, lifting his glass to his lips before continuing. "And don't even get me started on you, Jeremiah. Foolish Jeremiah, always trailing after your brother and cleaning up his messes. Tell me, did you cover for our murder too?"

Jeremiah

Jeremiah flinches, fists clenched and wisps of smoke slowly rising from his skin as he stands. He needs to calm down, his angel blood and it's ability he'd kept from his siblings, and now wasn't the time to reveal it. " Hey - don't talk to them like that . " He snaps, stepping around the table, closer to their father. " You want to go on about how we're the disappointments in the family ? Well I guess we got it from our parents . " At the mention of their murder he stills, casting an anxious glance at the others before shaking his head. " Would you like to know something Father ? I did . I covered it . And if he didn't kill you , I would've ; And I would've burned every shred of your precious legacy to the ground . You want to talk about your deaths ? fine . Let's talk about how you got there . Let's talk about everything you did to your oh so precious sons that made them hate you enough to want your heads on spikes . "

Leonard

As soon as the 'father' mentioned the murder, Leo felt as if his blood turned ice, a breath hitching and being stuck in his throat. No wonder if Lily felt it as well, it was evident in her eyes as he turned to look at her that she felt it all and had it not been for the somewhat mustered up stability in her eyes, he would've already been attacking one of them, if not both. He had never been one for stability. Slowly, his gaze turned towards Elias again, fire burning in those eyes as Jeremiah stood up, the smoke rising from him concerning and confusing him for a moment. But before he could focus further, his eldest brother's words wiping the small strike of worry from his face, bringing out the courage to speak again. "Let's call it a humble gift from me to my siblings and well, rest of the shadow world." He said, giving a pause as he heard Quill trying to begin with something to say, out of confusion. "Not now, brother -- yes, I did it all. That was for a reason, just like you are here today for one." Leo's lips formed into a sly smirk as he stood up from his chair, unlike Jeremiah, quite calmly. "See, father, the people we've collected around us; Jeremiah's fiance, Quill's wife, Thea's brilliant children," he began to say, unlikely words to be heard from the shadowhunter. He had never showed sympathy for that girl his youngest brother married and ever since Thea was turned, their relationship was clearly strained but right now he was looking at each one of them with such genuine flame in his eyes, which finally landed on Lily. "and my lovely partner." He finished off, taking a breath before the flame was replaced with one of hate, gaze returned to the father as he opened his hands to the sides. "We've found our seperate ways all the while remaining as one, strained or not. While you two were rotting under seven feet. May I ask -- how was hell? I reckon it must be quite hot at this time of the year?" He taunted, grin spreading before he turned towards the rest of the table, pointing a finger around. "And yes, yes - yes I did. I killed them. With my bare hands. At 16. Ah, these mighty bastards, I ripped them apart as a young boy. You all should be thanking me. Had it not been for me you all would end up corrupted in one way or another, like they did to me." At the end of his sentence, the unstability in him was clear than ever, eyes flashing golden for a second before his fist landed on the table. "I murdered them. I did. It was the best fucking thing I did for this family."

(Nora stood up the moment Jerry did, standing right next to him as she refuses to stay if he's leaving, though since he remained so did she; hurt by the parents words and fearing the safety of her babies Elena is on the brink of tears, holding onto Quill's arm tighter as she casts glances at her parabatai; the tension scaring her quite a lot.)

Thea

Something in Thea snapped as her mother suggested Nora get an abortion, yet she still managed to bide her time as her brothers spoke. Somehow she wasn't shocked to learn it was Leo who had killed them, or even that they'd had some secret half sibling. She is surprised when Leo speaks up for them all - she loves her brother, really, but she's never known him to be the sort to be soft on his family. She's out of her seat as her older brothers finish, her voice low and dangerous as she finally speaks after remaining quiet for most of the evening. "Say one more word - a single vile thing about them - and you'll find out just how easy it is to meet my fate, dad." She grimaces as claws break through her fingertips, though the look simply shifts into a snarl as she sees her mother moving. Her control is waning, and she knows her kids have picked up on her displeasure - knows there's now two tiger cubs curled together under the table trying to hide - which only has her more on edge. "You keep going on and on about our failures, but what of your own? Because as I recall it was you who started my on my path to who I am now. The neglect. All the training. The way you'd go after Leo, and then Jeremiah when he'd stand up for him. You abused us - do you really think anything you say now could turn us against each other, after everything you've done that pushed us together?" Her carefully crafted American accent is gone, leaving her resembling her family even more than ever. "This? All of this? If anyone's to blame its you. You created us, and you have no right to belittle us for your shortcomings as parents. Jeremiah and Nora will make wonderful parents, and their babies will be beautiful. Elena makes Quill happy and is an absolutely amazing woman. My kids? I was too afraid I'd be like you to raise them myself, but in the few months I've had them they've brightened my life so, so much that I can't imagine another day without them. Lily, Lukas, and Rain have changed Leo so much that he's almost bearable to be around," there's a slight teasing tone as she casts a quick glance at her brother, but it's gone again as soon as her attention is back on their mother. "And for the last goddamn time - My. Name. Is. Amalthea."

( Lily is livid, plus Leo's anger is flowing through her, but she's doing her best to bottle it up and keep herself even. Still she's shifting her spell, she's got a nice safe little bubble that she's subtly urging Elena, Quill, Lukas, and the kids into, and she's trying to urge Amilie and Nora as well but she can only do so much.

Poppy and Quinton are curled up on the floor under the table, just outside the bubble - meaning they can hear everything now. Q is wrapped around Poppy in a protective manner and softly growling in the direction of his grandparents. )

Amalie

It had all reached a boiling point, insults being thrown around, tempers flaring quite literally, Amalie had had enough of it all. She shook her head and stepped back, fingers raking through her long brown locks as she stepped back, stressed and angry. "No. I have had enough. I'm leaving. If anyone wants to join me, then i won't blame you" she cast a fierce glare at her waste of space parents and stormed outside, slamming the door behind her.

She practically sped down the street, her mind a tumultuous mess. She was completely in her own head, buzzing with anger... That was until she was crossing the road, unaware of her surroundings until she heard a loud lorry horn accompanied by said lorry hurtling toward her. Before she could even react, it hit... everything went black

Parents

Elias moved first, though watching them from the outside he and Elizabeth moved perfectly in sync - as if they'd planned and choreographed everything beforehand. As he darted for Leo, brandishing a knife seemingly out of nowhere, Elizabeth made her move against Nora - a matching blade in her hand.

She managed to slice the woman across the slight swell of her belly, though not as deeply as she would've liked, Thea leaping into action and knocking the resurrected shadowhunter away and putting herself between them. Elizabeth, enraged at the fact that she'd failed to take down her target, turned her blade first towards Thea and then towards the tiny orange blur that had launched itself at her from under the table. Between the cub and Thea, Elizabeth was kept preoccupied for several moments - up until she tossed the cub down and focused her attention on her daughter.

At the same time Elias' fist met Leo's jaw, the latter managing to land several hits before the elder had lifted him by his shirt and thrown him backwards into a mirror, landing a swift hit to Lily's gut when she tried to get between them, leaving her both breathless and bleeding from the blade still in his hand, before continuing his pursuit of his son - determined to erase the mistake he and his wife had created all those years ago.

Jeremiah

He's frozen as it happens, close enough to watch the blade slice through his fiance's stomach, but too far to stop his mother's attack. Jeremiah moves to Nora instantly, pulling the half mer into his chest as he presses his hands to her bump, a lump in his throat as he checks her over. His panic recedes slightly as he examines it , " it's just a flesh wound . Just a flesh wound , you're okay , we're okay . " The assurance is more to himself than anyone else and it isn't until he catches the glint of a blade from the corner of his eye that he forces himself away from her. The panic gives way to fury and Jeremiah feels himself igniting, lunging towards his father and grabbing the arm wielding the blade with his own, covered in flame. He feels the flesh as it sizzles and burns beneath his grip, and twists behind his father, blade falling from his grip as the patriarch screams.

Leonard

Nora was too late to see the woman approaching her fast with a knife in her hand but luckily, Thea wasn’t. In fact, the werecat was just in time to push Elizabeth out of the way, leaving her only with a cut down her chest and belly, which would be healed completely without a scar if it was treated within a few hours by an iratze. But in shock, panic and instant fear the half mer let out a scream, her knees giving in just when Jeremiah arrived at her side to hold her and check her slight baby bump. It was a blur as Nora began to cry, too shocked to even move, but she heard him telling that they were okay which was enough to keep her from passing out — yet. As soon as her fiance left her side she sunk onto the floor against the wall, hands clutching her belly as she cried uncontrollably.

On the other side of the room, things weren’t any brighter. Just having been thrown into a large mirror, Leo took a moment to recover, dark demon ichor dripping from every single cut on his body, clothes ripped everywhere. But the moment he saw (and felt) Lily getting hurt, he was trying to get on his feet to help her, only to be pinned down again by their father. Growling, he tried to fight him off, the blade too close to his face for a moment before suddenly the struggle relieved a bit and that was when he realized his brother had came to his rescue. Jeremiah, his confidant, his savior — as always was there for him, keeping him safe from the merciless hands of their father. Though now he was actually able to overpower their father, the flame is confusing but nevertheless an advantage, one he’d question later. Now was time to move. With a burst of power Leo lunched forward, toppling down the elder shadowhunter. With no weapon, Leo’s best bet was his own hands. He had ripped them apart bare handed at 16. He could do it again. And with the little bit of magic that he had tapped into with the help of his demon bloof and Lily, his fingertips buzzed and dug into the man’s chest until he was clutching his heart and he eventually pulled it oyt, forcefully ripping it out as he fell backwards. Panting, he looked at his older brother, the still heart still in his blood covered hand, not realizing that in the other side of the room the struggle hadn’t stopped yet.

Thea

Thea let out something akin to a roar as the cub hit the ground with a thud and a whimper, her shoulder driving into the woman's ribs and propelling her into the wall, claws digging into her in spite of the blade she'd lodged into Thea's side. The werecat was angry, wounded, and above all her children were in danger - any thoughts of controlling herself were long gone as she tore into the woman who bore her. She's barely aware when Quill moves up to join her, her twin joining in her fight and disarming the woman. By the time Thea dropped her the light was gone from her eyes and the were was a mess, panting as she tried to catch her breath - which caught in her throat the moment she heard it. Poppy was whimpering, the girl still in tiger form as she nudged her brother and tried to wake him, crying for her mother. In an instant Thea was there at her childrens' side pulling the limp cub into her arms just as he whimpered and shuddered and shifted back, eyes glossy and empty. The sound that tore itself from her lips wasn't human, the woman clinging to her son's broken form as she sobbed and begged him to wake up - begged for someone to help her, to bring him back. She couldn't do this, she couldn't lose him when she'd just gotten them back...and yet he was gone. Poppy had shifted back and nestled herself against her mother, sobbing in a much quieter way as she clenched her eyes shut.

Lily, who had finally caught her breath and been on her way to Leo when she'd heard the woman's anguish, had tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around herself. She managed to tear her gaze away and make her way to her partner's side, one delicate hand reaching for his as she let her wards down. The danger was gone, but the pain....the pain would never go away.

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Animal Sentai Zyuohger vs Ninninger - Part 2

Okay, let’s finish this beast and get it behind me. It’s People In Animal Masks vs Some Ninjas Who Are Bad At Their Job, part 2! Here we GO!

-So right when we last left off, everyone’s dead! Oh no! Twice in a row we’ve started with everyone dead, that’s not a good pattern for the Super Sentai. And Yoshiharu is in despair.

-While Runrun is having a pretty great time now that his job is…done…?

-Those were ALL training dummies, as the shinobi reappear with the crew in tow! A mass illusion and hiding, to trick Runrun into revealing his true nature! But how? Well, it helps that Yakumo and Kasumi suspected something wasn’t entirely adding up with Runrun from the start, so they’d been watching him.

-And back when they were interrogating Misao, he managed to charades his way into showing them that the mask was a trick…So as soon as they got it off and he told them how it had been talking on top of him, they left an illusion behind and went to meet with the Zyuohgers…Who had totally already taken a hostage.

-But they were willing to talk, to form a plan…A plan to catch Runrun out! And now with his trickery revealed, they can stand together! Also Takaharu thinks his comrades are cool as hell, while Yamato is just frustrated that his crew didn’t tell him a single thing. So Runrun is mad.

-And off comes the Teletubby-ass facade, to reveal that Runrun really looks like…

-Well mostly like Swampfire from Ben 10 with some extra flare.

-Also his real name is Girumaada. So the shinobi swiftly pull a smoke-bomb escape, and the team is able to stand together on the roof!

-To nobody’s surprise, out come phantoms of foes the Sentai teams have faced before. Some Ninninger guys, and Bunglay and the first-episode shitty general for Zyuohger.

-But fine. Instincts Awakened! THE CHANGE! NIN NIN NIN! NIN NI NIN NIN! Shuriekn Change! RED! BLUE! YELLOW! WHITE! PINK! STAR! NINJAS! WOW! And also animal sounds.

-Champion of the soaring skies! ZYUOH EAGLE! Champion of the surging waves! ZYUOH SHARK! Champion of the savannah! ZYUOH LION! Champion of the forest! ZYUOH ELEPHANT! Champion of the snowy drifts! ZYUOH TIGER! Champion of the world! ZYUOH THE WORLD! Animal Sentai, ZYUOHGER!

-A splendid rampage! AKA NINJA! The roaring clouds! AO NINJA! The shimmering calm! KI NINJA! A petal blowing in the wind! SHIRO NINJA! The wavering mist! MOMO NINJA! The colorful star! STAR NINJA! We may be shinobi, but we do not hide! We may be shinobi, but we party all night! Shuriken Sentai, NINNINGER!

-Instead of hiding, we awaken our instincts!

-And so it’s a big movie fight, with the matching pairs fighting these villain costumes gotten back out of storage! Of course, they’re tough…But the first one falls to Ao’s magic and Elephant’s raw strength! As Lion and Ki double-team their foe, Lion’s ferocious fighting spirit pushing him on as Ki brings out tricks from shinobi of old!

-And the girls all team up to take on this phantom of Bunglay, who gets run the fuck over with mechanical transformations, and eats a whole set of finishers! Even as a phantom, he’s tough.

-The World and Star have their hands pretty full, but still find time to take a selfie. The World made a new friend! Good for him. Now duck! ALL BEASTS UNLEASHED! The World kicks through their foe’s armor, and then flips him into the air, where Star’s got some Lightning Rock Star waiting to zap him! Now that’s a party.

-Oh and Aka and Eagle got firebombed. So they’re not having a great time. But Yoshiharu leaps in with his ninpou, trying to rescue them…He’s not letting his father fall, not here! And that’s when they’re joined, by…A sealing shuriken? It slashes against their greatest foe a few times, giving Eagle room to pull out a Gorilla’s strength, before the little shuriken falls into Yoshiharu’s hands…

-Forming into a new Aka Ninja Shuriken! The strength of his legacy…! You changed the script, kiddo! The power of the Super Sentai, and of shinobi, holds strong! This is what you’ve earned, come to aid you!

-And that’s when Aka’s father arrives, because the sealing shuriken leapt out from inside the house and he chased it all the way here and yeah that’s Kibaoni, their greatest foe, being fought by a gorilla. And this is your grandson from the future. He’s taking this surprisingly well. But, one stand together?

-One stand together! Three generations! AKA NINJA SHURIKEN! THE CHANGE! NIN NIN NIN! NIN NI NI NIN! Shuriken Change! RED! NINJAS!

-The slashing whirlwind! A splendid rampage! Fair weather today! AKA NINJAS! Past, present and future, forged into a crimson force! This is their fight now, Zyuohger! Get Girumaada! And as Gorilla bails out, they unleash wind, fire and lightning upon this phantom, and a triplet slash that cuts deep into his armor…

-Now, the triple finish! RED! RED! RED! NINJA! And the fight is won.

-While Gorilla corners Girumaada! When Naria arrived with Azald and Kubar to help…And Bard finds them.

-But SEIZA CHANGE! He’s met…By another red. A very lucky man. The luckiest man in the galaxy, Lucky! Also known as, Super Star! SHISHIRED!

-SEIZA CHANGE! Four more join him!Another Sentai team, huh—

-SEIZA CHANGE! They’re not five strong…They’re nine strong! Azald is confused, and Naria brings on the mooks. As you can imagine, it’s a big display of the next Super Sentai team and their grand skills. As you can also imagine, seeing how little I know of them, describing it in any detail is a bit difficult, especially with a nine man team. And honestly, all you need to know is they kill mooks real good and beat up the named villains because they’re the New Hotness.

-Oh and their finisher involves a star formation! GALAXY! They all bring their power into the center, and then blast it forward, as Azald eats it full force! Because you can kill a man who can reform. They are, the ultimate saviors! UCHUU SENTAI! KYUURANGER! Naria is mad, but has to call for a retreat…And hey, kids, remember to watch them when their season starts!

-And Bard implies that this team was actively manifested by the changing of history, born out of a twisting of time.

-But back to the actual movie, as everyone brings up overlapping finishers to destroy the phantoms! I, am not, trying to unpack all those narrator cries. And Gorilla is fighting Girumaada all on his own…But he is never truly alone. For he has his friends and loved ones at his back, the hopes of a future burning in his soul!

-And also?

-He’s got a fucking Whale.

-With arm cannon and blade both blazing with power, Whale delivers shots and slashes to Girumaada, before slamming that cannon into his gut and racking up a ZYUOH FINAL shot, up close and personal!

-Holy crap this guy’s still standing.

-…Fine. The others arrive, and everyone back him up! Full flow! ZYUOH NINNIN FINAL BAKURETSUHOU! FIRE! Can I just say how much it frustrates me that TV-Nihon still doesn’t translate attack names?

-Anyways Girumaada gets blown up and gobbles up some Continues that Naria gave him just in case and now he’s big. Are you surprised? Don’t be surprised.

-So what do you do with a giant villain? What do you do with a giant villain? Make a big mech and punch him down, early in the morning! Complete Animal Combination! King Shuriken Combination! WILD TOUSAI DODEKA KING! KING SHURIKENJIN!

-The problem is he’s really big even compared to them. So this is not an ideal situation to be in. Bug they’ll just have to go all in! KING HATENKOU GIRI! ZYUOH DODEKA SHOT! The finishers go out…Aaaand accomplish nothing. Because of course.

-So how’re they going to get out of this one, as Girumaada’s vines ensnare them and start banging them together like a rowdy child’s action figures? Their mechs shatter, all twelve are sent to the ground, full of despair…Oh no! What can be done?!

-And that’s when Yoshiharu’s shrunken dives in, and with 40 years of legacy, the shuriken forms a shield…And for a split moment? A vision.

-The teams are met…By the 38 Reds who have stood at the precipice of disaster before them. You are not alone, heroes. You have never been alone. The Earth and all its smiles are not in your hands alone to protect…You ave guided by a legacy, by the past to protect the future! Take their strength, their honor, and fight for the justice they forged!

-The vision is done, as Girumaada’s attack is repelled…And now? To bring it all together! And forge Wild Tousai SHURIKEN KING! Twelve strong! It might be small, but with the power of ninpou fueling it, this mech can punch and take punches well above its weight class! But they can’t hold this for long…They’ve got to finish it fast! Drive the spear home, and…!

-As one, as a singular force! With the strength of all their predecessors at their back, and all of their descendants waiting for them still! They are joined by the strength of countless mechs, as it all comes out in a single glorious beam to cut Girumaada down! It is DONE!

-And then, as soon as it came, that power is gone…To await the next time they are needed, when one or even two teams aren’t enough…

-In the aftermath, Yoshiharu has to return to his own time, to see the man his father becomes with time to live…And after a big farewell, he’s gone in a flash of ninpou, to return to his own time.

-Which is when Tusk realizes…How could Yoshiharu exist if Takaharu’s supposed to have been dead by now?

-…So…Here’s the thing…

-You WHAT?! And not even his own family knew! His sister and his father didn’t get to be at the wedding?! Yamato, after being stepped on, quietly despairs at the absurd handful that is this pack of shinobi. His own crew is so much easier to deal with than this. Also it seems Misao and Kinji are gonna start hanging out more off-camera, which is really, really good. I’m super happy for him, legitimately.

-And Takaharu immediately latches onto the idea of hanging out and going camping again because that stops the argument and Yamato just has to run after this gaggle of heroes before they get into even more trouble.

-Credits!

Well, it had its problems, but that managed to be a good bit more fun than I was expecting. Really, the only problem with it is how shoe-horned in the legacy stuff was, especially for the higher budget and runtime that a movie should get. They kind of did the legacy stuff better in the 2000th episode special, and those were just, like, TV episodes.

Also I can already tell the Kyuurangers are gonna frustrate me real bad if/when I do that season. They were a little much in the two minutes we got with them here.

But hey, movie’s done, so we can get back to the story arc next time, in episode THIRTY NINE of Animal Sentai Zyuohger! Wait for it!

#where I watch #recap #tokusatsu #super sentai #animal sentai zyuohger

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