#just adding to the sunshine sibling tag ya know

[secrettastemakerland]

happy valentine's day Himawari!!!! (<<<<this is not a fluffy valentine's day fic)

#just adding to the sunshine sibling tag ya know #casually #normally #angsted-ly #sunshine family #himawari uzumaki #himawari centric

[gothdaddyissues]

Ghoulies Shouldn't Play With Dead Things

For the @petrifyingpapas challenge - Week Two: INCANTATION

SUMMARY: On Walpurgisnacht, the Ghouls attempt to summon the spirit of Papa Emeritus III. Will it go wrong? Probably.... But it might not be a bad thing after all (~2600 words)

TAGS: Cumulus, Aether, Rain, Swiss, Mountain, Cirrus, Dewdrop, Sunshine, The Ghost of Papa III, summoning spirits, Ouija boards, everybody wants to protect our boy Copia (including me)

Also available on Ao3 HERE

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Deep in the bowels of The Ministry, where Siblings and Clergy alike feared to tread, lay chambers full of mystery. Well, really it was just a maze of cobwebs, damp, and empty rooms. But there were no humans brave enough to venture down there to find that out.

It didn't stop the Ghouls though. It was their favorite place to go, in fact. Away from prying human eyes, they could do whatever they pleased -drink, dance, fuck, play Monopoly, or have paintball tournaments -  with no consequences.

But sometimes, just once in a while, they got themselves into trouble.

One particular night - an hour or so before dawn on Walpurgis Night, to be exact - Aether and Rain found themselves hurriedly descending the steps into their secret basement hideaway, late to meet with the others. Cumulus had "an idea" (her words, not theirs) of how to celebrate the event. But she needed a particular object that the two of them were tasked to acquire. And it took them longer to get a hold of it than they anticipated.

Aether pounded on the ancient wooden door to the farthest room, knowing it would be locked. They were greeted by the sound of scraping metal and creaking hinges before Swiss slowly swung the door open.

"Good evenink. I am Sveess," he said in his best Count Dracula impersonation, "I bid you velcome." He bowed deeply, laughing as they entered.

The windowless room within was lit only by candlelight. The rest of the Ghouls sat cross-legged on the floor in a circle around a large pentagram Cumulus had drawn there with red... paint? Blood? Aether wasn't about to check. There were other magical symbols scribbled in each corner of the room, one in the middle of each wall, and also one on the back of the door.

"Please tell me you got it?" Cumulus asked eagerly.

"Yeah," Aether replied. It had involved a trip to the party supply store and a Mission Impossible-esque operation to break into Sister Imperator's office at nightfall. She kept their prize on the shelf behind her desk, propped up on a small stand like a trophy. Because to her, it was. Hopefully, she'd never notice they'd swapped it with a cheap, plastic replica. He walked over to Cumulus while reaching into his jacket to produce the yellow toy. "Here ya go - the Kazoo of Destiny."

Cumulus clapped her hands in glee. "Excellent! I knew I could count on your guys! Thank you." She took it from Aether and placed it carefully in the very center of the pentagram, atop a Ouija board. "Okay, sit, sit. We don't have much time before sunrise."

"And why are we doing this again?" Mountain wondered aloud. "This feels like a really bad idea..."

"Because if we don't do it now, we'll have to wait six months until Samhain," she said.

"But WHY?" Mountain asked again. "Why are we summoning Terzo's ghost? We didn't even know him."

"Because we want to know who killed him, remember?" Sunshine reminded him.

"Yeah, and maybe have him scare the shit out of Imperator while he's here," Dewdrop added, a fiendish smirk on his face, "That'd be fun."

"Now's your chance to leave, if you don't want to do this," Cirrus said gently.

Mountain looked anxious, fiddling with his hands as he sat.  "No, no... I'm good. I'll stay."

Once all the Ghouls were in place around the pentagram, Cumulus explained the rules. "No fussing, no moving out of the circle until I say it's okay. Don't let go of your neighbor's hands, no matter what happens. We have to keep the circle intact. First thing I'm gonna do is cast a protective barrier around us. Then we'll summon him. Y'all remember the incantation?"

They all replied with a chorus of affirmatives.

"Okay." Cumulus took a deep breath to steel herself. "Here we go."

She stood and walked around the circle three times, invoking the spirits of the old ones at each quarter. She asked for protection and guidance for the ritual. And when she finally returned to her spot at the bottom of the pentagram she raised her arms over her head, creating a swirling purple cloud out of the air. As she sat, she swooped her arms down with her, bringing the mist down as well, enveloping them all in a safe, shielded bubble.

She took the hands of the Ghouls on either side of her, and the others followed suit until they were all linked together.

"Greetings to our companions from the other side," Cumulus began in a clear, steady voice. "Tonight we gather here to contact the spirit of our lost brother Terzo, Papa Emeritus the Third. We seek your indulgence. We wish to offer you understanding and justice, Papa. We seek to avenge your untimely death. Please, Papa, make yourself known to us. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos."

That was everyone's cue to join in. They chanted in unison: "Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos."

The incantation was chanted 13 times and then the Ghouls fell quiet. They looked at each other, looked around them, up at the ceiling, and at the yellow kazoo lying in the center of the pentagram.

Nothing was happening.

"Did it work?" Cirrus asked in a whisper.

"How long does it take for him to show up?" Swiss asked, getting impatient.

Culumlus shushed them. She was trying to keep focused. "Papa Emeritus the Third," she called out, "Please let your presence be known to us. If you are here, we ask that you give us a sign."

A sudden whoosh of air blew through the room, extinguishing the candles around them all at once, plunging them into near darkness. Rain startled and yelped like a frightened animal.

Dewdrop gripped Rain's hand tighter, trying to keep him steady. "Fucking hell, Rain! Don't let go."

"Guys, stay still!" Cumulus was trying not to panic. Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized the purple, iridescent mist that surrounded them provided a dim luminosity, like a black light. She could see the yellow kazoo in front of her practically glowing fluorescent.

And then it started to move, jittering and spinning as if someone was fidgeting with it.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," Rain mumbled.

Cumulus was giddy. "Papa?? Papa is that you?"

The kazoo slid across the Ouija board seemingly of its own accord, pointing to the YES in the top left corner.

The Ghouls exchanged looks, some of them full of excitement, some of them terrified. But all of them sat in suspense, leaning forward to gaze down at the Ouija board in wonder.

"Hello, Papa," Cumulus said softly. "Thank you for coming."

Again, the kazoo moved, slipping from letter to letter as the small end spelled out the next response: H - E - L - L  - O.

"You are greatly missed here, Papa," she told him.

A - M... I?

"Yes! Very much. Please tell us, are you okay? Where you are, I mean?"

The toy slid back to the YES, pointing to it briefly before it began to spin. It was the spirit's turn to speak. Slowly, it began to spell: W - H - O... I - S... P - A - P -A... N - O - W?

"Um," Cumulus began. This was odd. She'd conducted many a seance in her time but had almost never seen a spirit ask its own questions like this. Even in death, Terzo was still a force to be reckoned with. She couldn't help but worry that her answer would upset him. "Copia. Copia is Papa now."

For long moments, the kazoo did not move. Had they rendered the spirit of Terzo Emeritus 'speechless' with this news? The air in the tiny room was thick and hot, and she could feel the tension in her companions as they waited. Then, suddenly, the toy shot across the board to the word NO.

The Ghouls looked at each other again, all of them growing more unsettled. "Yes, Papa. It's true."

The kazoo moved quickly this time: P - U - P - P - E - T.

"Puppet? Who's the puppet? Copia?" Cumulus asked, her voice shaky with worry. "What do you mean?"

P - R - O - T - E - C - T... H - I - M.

There were audible gasps amongst the Ghouls, and Aether tightened his grip on Cumulus' hand. "Protect him from who, Papa?" he asked.

T - H - E - M.

The faint sound of bells could be heard in the distance. Morning had come, the sun was rising, and all the residents of the Ministry were being called to begin their days. Time was running out, but Cumulus wasn't done...

"Papa, please, tell us. Who do we protect him from? The ones who killed you?"

Once more, the kazoo pointed to YES.

"Who?" Swiss asked. "Who killed you, Papa?"

They watched as the toy darted across to the alphabet once more, stopping first at the letter S. As it moved to the next letter, the shrill claxon of a cell phone ringtone echoed throughout the room, each one of the Ghouls' phones going off in unison. So jarring and sudden at a moment when they were all wound as tightly as springs, that was all it took to set them all off. Cirrus and Sunshine screamed and grabbed at each other. Dewdrop and Rain jumped to their feet in alarm, knocking the Ouija board across the floor. Aether, Swiss, and Mountain frantically searched through their coats to find their phones and silence the noise. Any semblance of keeping to the seance rules went by the wayside. The circle was broken.

"NO!" Cumulus cried. "Oh no! No no no no!" The misty purple bubble of protection evaporated around them, and the eight Ghouls were left in the darkness.

Aether's face was quickly illuminated by the light from his cell phone. "We missed Sister Imperator's morning call," he announced, "She's gonna be pissed." He turned on his flashlight, shining it around the room at his companions, all of their reflective eyes wide, thoroughly freaked out and looking like deer caught in headlights. "Is everybody okay?" he asked... knowing full well they weren't.

"I need to get outta here," Mountain whined, his voice trembling, "Please let me out."

With their phone lights as guides, the dazed Ghouls managed to find their way to the door, and Mountain sprinted away the moment it was open. A few of them muttered apologies before making their way out. Only Cumulus remained in her spot, staring down at the upended Ouija board and the kazoo laying in the dirt.

Aether approached her slowly. "You okay, sweets?" he asked, his hand dropping to her shoulder.

She shook her head sadly. "No. No, I'm not. I messed up bad. We didn't send Papa back... we didn't close the circle. What if..." She sniffled back her tears. "What if Papa is stuck here now? This is horrible. We've doomed him to wander this place as a ghost."

"Well, we already have to deal with the ghost of Nihil. What's one more, eh?"

Cumulus managed a small chuckle and placed her hand on Aether's before looking up at him. "And what about Copia? We have to protect him, he said. But he didn't get a chance to tell us who from. All we know is it started with an 'S.'"

"Sister Imperator? I mean, everybody already suspects that."

"Or Saltarian?"

Aether gripped her hand tight. "Or both? He did say 'them.'"

"Shit..." Cumulus sighed.

Again, their cell phones jingled. A text message this time, from Sister Imperator: "Where are you?? You're late for the morning meeting!"

"Come on," Aether said, helping Cumulus to her feet, "Let's go. We don't want them to come looking for us down here and seeing what we've done, or we're fucked. Don't worry. We'll figure this out, okay?"

Arm in arm, they left the room, shutting the door up tight behind them.

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Moments passed. Terzo waited until they were safely back on the main floor before he floated into the room. This was entirely unexpected. Torn away from the blissful void of the afterlife back to this mundane place, not a physical part of it, but still in it. He looked down at himself, glowy and ethereal, dressed in his finest chasuble, his hands encased in the black gloves with the golden claws...a nice outfit to spend eternity in. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

His kazoo sat at his feet.

"Hmmmm..." He reached down to see if he could touch it. The first test of his incorporeal-ness. He wasn't sure what to expect. Placing his hand over top of it, he watched in wonder as it melded into him, absorbed into his ghostly form. The Kazoo of Destiny was his once more.

He couldn't help but giggle.

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The Ghouls never again spoke about what had happened that night.

It's not that they didn't acknowledge it. They most certainly did. But not to each other. It simply became a tacit duty, an implicit agreement between them all to protect Copia with their lives. There was always at least one of them keeping an eye on their Papa at all times, never letting him linger with Imperator or Saltarian too long out of their sight.

The Ministry, and the Ghost Project, were thriving. More popular than they had ever been, with legions of new, devoted followers. The Ghouls knew that was all because of Copia's hard work and dedication. They showered him with love and affection, never letting on that they knew what had happened to his predecessors, or what they were prepared to do to keep him safe.

Cumulus spent days searching the halls for glimpses of Terzo's spirit. She lit candles for him in the chapel, asked for him to make himself known, and spoke prayers and incantations from ancient ritual books, all in hopes that he would be safely shepherded back to the shadow realm. As time passed and she saw no sign of him, she assumed that he had returned there.

But no. Terzo was just really good at being sneaky. He never appeared to anyone. He kept himself hidden as best as he could - including from the foul spirit of his shithead father that also wandered the halls. He was still around though, keeping watch over his favorite Sisters of Sin, causing upset with Sister Imperator and Mr. Saltarian every chance he could, and growing very fond of the Ghouls that had summoned him. Perhaps one day he would reveal himself to them...

And as for Copia? Terzo was so proud of him and of how far he had come. He was exactly what the Ghost Project needed. It was too bad Terzo had to die for Copia to take the mantle, especially when he recognized all the struggles this new Papa was going through: the self-doubt, the pressure, the loneliness. If only he could be there, physically, to help guide him. Instead, he did what he could.

Terzo was with him in spirit on the stressful days, on the cold, lonely nights. Sometimes he would play a tune on his kazoo that only Copia could hear. Copia would never startle or wonder where the sound was coming from. He would smile, relax his shoulders and close his eyes, and just for a moment, enjoy the company.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost fan fic #ghost fanfiction #my fan fic #my fanfiction #papa iii #nameless ghouls #petrifyingpapas #incantation #I've had sad Copia hours for days and want to protect him at all costs...

[meru-nilaya]

Deku's Possible Quirks: Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke

Greetings! Hi! Hello!! i procrastinated on this so much!

So we all know Ms. Joke, right? Yeah? Flirts with Aizawa too much? Her? In the manga, which is what I read first, I NEVER FUCKING found out she had green hair, so like I never REALLY connected the dots before, ya know? but CONSIDER!! Emi-chan (She's emi-chan now it's what she would want) is Izuku's aunt?

Their quirks are seemingly different, when it comes to Inko and Emi. And their last names. And green hair might be like, common or something! But still! As some random ass post said, canon is a sandbox and I'm building a FUCKING fortress!!

A while ago, I mentioned how the Midoriya crying thing is possibly a trace of an empath quirk! and Emi's quirk is related to emotion! or making people forcibly laugh, but whatever. So! Midoriyas may have empaths and telekinesis! as their common themes!

(I always wondered; how the fuck does emi become a hero, underground, with her quirk? that's an idea for later!)

They have different last names, right? Maybe their parents are divorced, maybe step parents! I'm gonna go with divorced! Which may be why Izuku is disconnected from his aunt Emi or something!

About IZUKU, now: He could have a weak empath quirk, or something similar to emi's. You know how everyone says our sunshine boi has a correlating sunshine smile? Maybe it's his quirk! He can lighten up the mood by smiling! adding on to that, his emotions could affect those around him!

But hey!! How is it related to inko's? or Hisashi's???

Well, dear reader, maybe it doesn't matter! But that could also include possibilities. Maybe Izuku can release some kind of....emotion thing from himself, the way Hisashi produces fire, supposedly. Maybe he can pull people's emotions to him, making them apathetic. Maybe he can flat out control people's emotions (Hitoshi & Izuku friendship, anyone?). The possibilities! glorious!

now the juicy story parts!

Emi and Inko are step-siblings. or their parents are divorced. They never really kept contact, but they reconnected once Hisashi, the absolute bastard, left like the weak chicken nugget he is. Emi's all whoa!!! green bean!! I'm adopting him!!! and Izuku goes CRAZY because HE has an AUNT and the AUNT is a HERO?? All Might can like fuck off for a while, you know? (you can see my underground hero bias here, but just like. ignore it.)

anyways Izuku now has positive role model hero in his life who would DEFINITELY think he can be a hero no matter what. NOW. maybe he can have an invisible quirk. I feel like the whole sunshine smile thing fits really well!! invisible quirk go!!! Izuku would be really helpful in rescue missions or hostage situations that way, because he charms everyone into just calming down or whatever! baka-gou probably thinks he's stupid for a while, but izuku probably flips him over his head or something like his aunt taught him and katsuki just goes '..nevermind we're friends now teach me how to beat the shit out of people'

Izuku's a pro at hand-to-hand with Emi as his aunt. He can get into UA, probably. Maybe the same way Hitoshi did, but still. like that. Imagine him just walking into a room and everyone squints at the brightness. Excellent.

(that's another possibility! he emits light, or gives the effect of it??)

if Izuku has a quirk, naturally, his life's easier, but if it's invisible then there's still that juicy juicy angst:))

you made it this far?? congrats!! you must be REALLY bored! anyway. thanks for reading!! I take requests, or whatever, if people want:))

(check the rest of my blog or the tag for other parts)

#Deku's Possible Quirks #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha spoilers #emi fukukado #ms. joke #Underground Hero #Midoriya Izuku #midoriya izuku has a quirk

[love-bokumono-fics]

Tag Tuesday - First Fic

I thought it was only fitting that the first Tag Tuesday should feature the "My First Fic" and its related tags.

I think, in retrospect, writers tend to look back on our first works and cringe, but I also think there is a lot of love, joy, enthusiasm, and beauty to be found in first fanfics. The whole process back then was new and exciting, and I remember having a kind of almost manic energy and excitement while writing my first fic that I've never been able to recapture since then. So lets take a moment to shed some love on some of the fandoms' first forays into writing fanfiction!

Was your first fic in the Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons universe? Send it our way! We'd love to see them!

Hey, see me after class? - by bluebird_lamentation; A New Beginning; >1k; Complete, 1/1

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M

Relationship: Neil/Rod; Characters: Neil, Rod, Allen, Felicity

Additional Tags: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, One-Shot, May add more chapters idk, first fic, Modern School AU

Summary: Neil asks to see Rod after class, it may be better than what he expected...

A Chance to Start Again - by ChewyGirl12; Friends of Mineral Town; 2k; WIP, 2/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Claire the Farmer, All Residents of Mineral Town

Additional Tags: cursing, Daily life of a farmer, Collection of events and stories, ongoing, Really just a way to practice writing, Maybe some drama, This is a Teen up but there is cursing and some mature themes so be advised, Just a happy story of life in a small town, Multiple chapters, Some Romance, Rival marriages are a thing with the correct pairings, You can date either gender in this game!, This is my first fanfic and time here

Summary: After news of her grandfather’s death, Claire receives his old farm in the will. Bored of the city life Claire packs up and heads over to Mineral Town to start her new life as a farmer. Hard work and many happy moments await her as she makes her living and meets new friends along the way. Although Claire is not exactly the sociable type, the residents of Mineral Town still find their way into her heart as she establishes new relationships in this small town, whether that be friendships or perhaps one day love among the many potential romantic candidates among her. This series will be an ongoing tale of a new farmers life in Mineral Town and those in it.

Refuge - by Genderfluid_Writes; Animal Parade, Tree of Tranquility, Stardew Valley; 8k; WIP, 3/?

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Multi

Relationships: Chase (Harvest Moon)/Elliott, Shane/Original Character(s), Renee | Lina/Toby | Tao, Anissa | Anise/Jin | Won, One-sided Chase/Owen, Candace/Emily; Characters: Chase | Chihaya, Elliott, Shane, Original Non-Binary Character, Renee | Lina, Toby | Tao, Anissa, Jin | Won, Owen | Ose, Chloe, Candace, Emily, Harvey, Kent, Lewis, Gus, Jas, Vincent, Luke, Bo, Pascal

Additional Tags: Assume the usual cast is here, My First Fanfic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, M for Language and Themes, will I ever write smut? who knows, Crossover, Unrequited Love, First Love, Non-binary character, POV Multiple, no beta cos im a lazy coward, Fluff and Angst, May or may not be character deaths

Summary: With news of the Gotoro Empire closing in, a handful of residents from Waffle Island make the perilous journey over the sea, armed only with a friend of a friend's supposed assurance that they'd be welcome in Stardew Valley. For most, it means leaving family behind, but Chase only had unrequited love to run away from. However, reluctantly saddled with his best friend's young cousin and the informal leadership of the group, he has no choice but to get involved with life in let another backwater town. With the others missing their home and worrying about their families' safety, will he be able to stand with them in solidarity, or will he turn tail and run back to his old life? What if he misses the island more than he thought? What if these displaced souls find new life in a horrible situation? First fanfic I've ever written, let alone publicly shared. Hope its not too terrible. Also there's no beta-ing atm, beware of mistypes.

Here You Come Again - by SeasonSuite; Trio of Towns; 58k; WIP, 14/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Relationships: Female Farmer/Wayne; Minor or Background Relationship(s); Characters: Farmer, Wayne, Frank, Lisette, Ford, Ludus, Trio of Towns ensemble

Additional Tags: Crushes, Falling In Love, Love, farming, Fluff, dolly parton references, Friends to Lovers, cowboy aesthetic. idiots to lovers, Day At The Beach, Flowers, Romance, My First Fanfic, Bonding, Feelings, Humor, Slow Build, Did I Mention Fluff

Summary: On the first day of her new life, June meets a handsome, smooth-talking postman. Caught between his seemingly earnest words and his philandering reputation, she writes him off as bad news. Over the year, as June struggles to build her new farm, Wayne proves her wrong—then right—then wrong again. or, Westown's charming postman is known for being perfect, and he's usually happy to play the part. But when a new farmer tries to get to know the real him, Wayne learns that to be loved, he has to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. Trio of Towns made me FEEL a lot of things so here's a sappy romantic love letter to my favorite bachelor. Slow burn Wayne x Holly, fluff and romance and drama. Background ships and more to come. New chapter Fridays or your money back!

Sugar and Spice - by Chibimiie; Animal Parade; 18k; WIP, 15/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Category: F/M

Relationships: Chase/Molly the Farmer, Angela/Luke; Characters: Molly | Hikari, Angela the Farmer, Chase, Luke

Additional Tags: first fic, Slow Burn, at least molly and chase are, oh god how do you tag fics, beginning is kinda rough, angela chapters tend to be shorter, mentions of eating disorders, ya girl was making it up as she went along, alternating povs, Friends to Lovers

Summary: Wanting to get away from past hurts of the city, sisters Molly and Angela decide to respond to a flyer advertising an abandoned farm on the faraway island of Castanet. Leaving behind their closest friends and brother Kasey, the two take a chance and move to the tiny island hoping for a new chance at life.

Lady Of Grasstrail Farms - by FromADenOfBeasts; Pioneers of Olive Town; 43k; WIP, 34/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Relationship: Female Farmer/Lars; Characters: Original Female Character(s), Female Farmer, Lars, Laura, Angela, Clemens, Damon, Jack, Emilio, Reina, Victor, Gloria, Simon, Jesse

Additional Tags: My First AO3 Post, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, spoilers obviously, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Supportive Big Brother, honestly the best big brother ever

Summary: Pioneers Of Olive Town AU where Lars is single. That's not all that happens but it is the reason I wrote this. A young woman named Vallon quits her job and follows her heart to Olive Town, where her family has roots deeper than she ever thought. Now she has to contend with new neighbors, ancient magic, and getting the hang of farming a wild land. Can she cope on her own, or can she at least find someone to share it with? Formerly titled "Why Not, Lars?" (Please note that this AU was planned so that absolutely nothing has occurred between him and Beth.)

Siblings - by teamBLAZE; Harvest Moon (Friends of Mineral Town, Island of Happiness/Sunshine Islands); 6.3k; Completed, 6/6

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other

Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Cliff; Chelsea/Mark

Additional Tags: Family, Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, My First AO3 Post

Summary: Left with only a photograph to remind him of the past, Cliff lives with the hope of seeing his sister again. Years later, a certain girl appears at Verdure Island with the task of reviving the other islands, wishing she would see that somebody once she accomplishes it. Will they find what they have longed for? An experimental fic based from a confession.

#tag tuesday #harvest moon #story of seasons #Friends of Mineral Town #pioneers of olive town #trio of towns #animal parade #a new beginning #tree of tranquility #island of happiness #sunshine islands

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Capt. Syverson-Chapter Two: Therapeutic Procedure

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Shane and Sy share some moments during their treatment sessions…and a phone call that could set the tone for the next few weeks.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None, yet… ;)

Author’s Note: Sorry, I was so eager and excited to post the first chapter of this last night, I totally put some inaccurate info in my description notes. I will correct that in the original post and  try to do better henceforth! Hope you enjoy Sy and Shane totally flirting some more and getting more friendly in this chapter. Feedback is appreciated! Even constructive criticism! :D

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism. 

Tags: @onlyhenrys @cavillryarchive @summersong69 @titty-teetee

Let me know if you wish to be added to the list! I’m happy to do it!

Shane woke up that morning with knots in her stomach. She dropped every product she picked up in the shower, she was shaking so much. She accidentally ordered the wrong coffee on her way to work and was now drinking something much less caffeinated and far too sweet for her taste. The barista had informed her it was a grande caramel macchiato with an extra pump of vanilla and extra caramel drizzle…with only two shots of espresso…she couldn't begin to describe how wrong that drink was for her. But it was better than nothing, she told herself, not fully convincingly.

She had chosen her clothes with extra care, even though, with the dress code, her options were limited. And she had made sure to put on a bit of mascara and just a touch of perfume, even though they weren't strictly supposed to wear it…she didn't know why she was bothering.

Well, actually, she did know why. She had been checking her schedule extra diligently lately to make sure she didn't look like a hobo when Sy was coming in. He'd been coming for three weeks now, and after the initial bellyaching about Jordan not being as pretty as her…her heart!...and his feeling extra sore after his visits with him, they were on a roll and had a great chemistry together as far as their treatments went…she tried not to think about…beyond the world of therapy.

She thought back to their first session after she got back from her trip. And the conversation they had.

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"I think the next time you can't see me, I'm just going to cancel." he had sulked as he wiggled his mass of muscle onto the mat.

"Sy, no. you need therapy. Don't be like that to Jordan. He's an excellent therapist."

"He ain't you though." he smirked, sending her heart racing with that smile that somehow managed to look both boyish and rakish under his full, dark beard. Fucking hell. He needed to stop.

"Well, we can't fault him for that, can we? Lay back, Mister." She demanded. Done with the niceties of the evaluation and onto the treatments where she was in charge. The boss.

"Yes, sir!" she laughed at his clear avoidance of calling her ma'am.

"So where'd you go last week? Vacation or stay-cation?" he asked, the term "stay-cation" sounding downright comical coming out of his country-boy mouth.

"I went to the beach. Gulf Shores."

"I thought you looked like you got some sun."

"Yeah," she pretended his noticing the detail of her awesome tan did not send her reeling. "My folks rented a condo right on the water for my siblings and I to come and stay with them. They're still there. It was tough to leave all that beauty." the beach, pretty much any beach, was her favorite place to be.

"I bet…" he looked at her, something dreamy in his eyes, but he looked away before she could process it. "I thought I had my fill of sand and sun when I was over in Iraq. But you make it sound…like paradise." he smiled softly up at her as she worked on his knee, trying to break apart some of the scar tissue from the injuries and surgeries he'd had…and focus on that, and not the warmth rising in her.

"That's the perfect way to describe any place on the Gulf of Mexico. I doubt it's anything like Iraq, since there's so much water around. It's my favorite vacation destination. Well, apart from London."

"Them British folks always seem so stuck up. Don't know if I'd get along with any of 'em."

"It felt like a second home for me. Everyone was very kind and polite, for the most part. At least it was no worse than it is here."

"Maybe it's just because you're so nice."

"Wait 'til about week eight or ten of your protocol. You won't think I'm nice then. You'll be cussing me out and ready to ring my neck."

"Promise?" he asked, a dark grin on his lips and in his eyes…she faltered for a moment, gulping.

"Cut it out, Syverson." she rolled her eyes, covering…without great effect the way he made her feel.

"Yes...ma'am." he smirked with satisfaction.

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And now, today, she'd be treating him again, fairly early in the day, and she had to prepare herself. She'd checked the policy, and although there wasn't anything strictly against dating a patient, it was clearly a conflict of interest, and would be frowned upon by her frigid tyrant of a boss. Best to let things remain platonic for now.

Her 9:30 was a no show, so she finished up some notes and was working on some continuing education credits when messenger popped up around 10:00.

Sergeant Sexypants is here. He's quite early and he knows it…*smirk emoji* he must like you, Shane!

Heather, come on, be respectful…he was discharged at the rank of Captain! *rofl emoji* and I think you might be right about him liking me…*nervous emoji*

Oooooooooh!!! You guys are gonna *couple kissing emoji* *eggplant emoji* *okay emoji* *explosion emoji* *baby emoji*

Omg…*three facepalm emojis* I am going to go ahead and start him early since my 9:30 was a NCNS.

Don't finish him too early. Make it last. *smirk emoji*

Jeez. She closed the chat and went to grab him from the waiting area.

"Hey Sy, you ready?"

"You bet, sunshine!" he flashed her a crooked smile. He was calling her sunshine now…ad that to the list of things she'd have to pretend didn't make her swoon.

"Great. Let's start on the bike. How's the knee feeling today?"

"Oh, it's…about the same. Stiff. Lil' sore."

"Well, it's a slow process, like I told you at your eval. You've got a lot going on in there."

"I know…just…it hasn't taken me four weeks to do anything in my life." he sulked. "So…thinking about this taking…twelve or more…" he grimaced as he sat down on the bike, and adjusted it for his longer than average legs, putting his feet in the pedal stirrups.

"You may not see it, Sy, because you're so close to it, but trust me, you're making progress. I can tell you're doing your exercises at home, and you're always willing to put in the work here. You have no idea how much that sets you apart from…some of these other people." she leaned in closer and spoke the last part more quietly to him. It was true. So many of her patients were either lazy or just in it to appease their MDs into writing them scripts for pain meds. That wasn't Sy.

"You really think so?" he gave her the side eye with his baby blues, crushing her with the color like the waves of the ocean she'd just returned from.

"In fact, I know so." she placed a reassuring hand on his broad and thick shoulder. She felt the tension between them hum, like electric current.

"Now, level one, and a steady pace. You're not trying to win any medals here. I'll take those crutches."

"When ya think I can 86 'em damn things?" he griped as he handed over the assistive devices.

"Well, you see Potter again tomorrow? I'll write an update today and send it to him. If he likes what he reads, or more likely pretends to read, regarding your progress, he may discharge them. Do you feel like you can be good to the knee and treat it nice without using crutches? I don't want you to regress and re-injure yourself. That's not gonna get you into your running shoes any sooner."

"I'll be nice. Real gentle." he winked at her…he wasn't just talking about the knee. And she knew it. But again, she pretended she didn't, ignoring once more those butterflies threatening to choke her they were multiplying so fast in her belly.

"Okay, I'll put that in my note. Patient compliant with instructions to be nice." she laughed.

They talked as they biked, Shane sat on the one next to him and pedaled along with him for something to do other than be idle. She thought it made him feel better as well. Like he wasn't doing it alone. They covered the subject of her siblings, an older brother in IT and a younger sister who was an MA, and his German Shepherd, Aika, which he was allowed to bring home from Iraq after they were both honorably discharged. Music, both of them completely in agreeance about the superiority of classic rock.

"I noticed you've worn a Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt a few times and meant to say something before now."

"Yeah, they're one of my favorites. But there are a few newer groups that I like a lot, too. Kings of Leon got me through some tough times, honestly."

"Oh, they're great! I love their sound. And their lyrics…poetry."

"No shit. Sorry." she shook her head and raised up her hands to indicate that he didn't need to apologize to her for swearing. She'd been known to make sailors blush when she was off the clock. "Only by the Night…that whole album is…it's just in my blood, ya know? Ya ever have an album do that?"

"I have. Whole artists catalogs, actually."

"Which artist?" he prodded.

"The Beatles. Pretty much every song. Like you said, it just, like, I dunno, it's almost deeper than the veins. It's in the marrow. My soul." she stared off out the windows ahead of them, thinking about her favorite band in the world and how magical it was to experience Sir Paul McCartney playing some of her favorites live…twice…and the timer on the bike went off, pulling her from her daydream.

She looked over at him, startled by both the noise, and the dreamy look in his eyes that was becoming all too familiar.

"Sorry." she stood, grabbing his crutches for him and handing them back to him from where she had leaned them as they rode.

"Hey, don't be sorry for…ahem…for loving what you love. We should all…hold on to the things that make us feel like that." she nodded.

"Thanks…I don't think a lot of people…understand the way I…my tendency to take things like music, movies, and shows…books…so deeply to my heart." they walked to the treatment room from the gym, taking their time, since they had it. A rare occurrence for Shane, always needing to capitalize on every spare minute. To make productivity a priority.

"I think…that…well, seeing a pretty grim side of the world like I have…seems like there's enough darkness and bullshit making everyone miserable. If we find something…or…someone…that brings us some happiness or even just makes that misery bearable…we oughta hang onto 'em real tight. Cherish it like gold." the silence in the small room was loud with that electrical hum of their tension again. He'd said all the right things, as he always seemed to, but under the absolute wrong circumstances. She just nodded.

"They teach you philosophy in Basic?" she giggled. He laughed back in response.

"Oh, no, Basic was way easier than…whatever goes on inside of us."

"Speaking of which," she segued deftly, "lay back, and let my try to get some range out of that knee before I take new measurements for this update I'm gonna write."

"Yes, ma'am!" he chuckled.

"You get some sick thrill out of calling me that, don't you?" she scowled playfully at him.

"Oh, you have no idea…ma'am." he winked at her.

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The next day, Shane was wondering how Sy's appointment went as she ate her soup at lunch and caught up on her morning notes. She got a ping on messenger.

You have a gentleman caller…*eggplant emoji*  hehe, he's on line three.

Geez…thanks Heather.

No need to ask for a name. She knew Heather meant Sy.

She picked up the phone at her desk in the treatment room.

"Hey Sy! How'd the appointment go?"

"Hey, sunshine…eh…he said I'm doin' good, but he wants me to stay on crutches another two weeks." she could hear grave disappointment in his voice. She felt for him.

"Aww, I'm sorry Sy. I know you wanted off those. And I know they're a pain. Literally and figuratively."

"Why wouldn't he want me off 'em?" he was so frustrated. He must have just left the office.

"Did you ask him that question?"

"You know doctors, Shane. Not like I would have got an answer in plain English. Figured you'd know."

"Well, I haven't seen your post-visit report, but it's my presumption that he wants to play it safe. You know he spent most of his day in the operating room with you, right? An eight hour surgery, you had. He probably doesn't want to undo all that by d/c'ing the crutches too soon."

"I was gonna be careful though, Shane!" he was worked up properly, and she could hear it over the roar of his pickup in the background.

"I know you were, Sy. I'm sure you were going to take all kinds of precautions. But what if you're walking into your kitchen, during a storm, and there's a loud clap of thunder, and Aika gets startled and busts past you? What if you're feeling good one day, and forget about it, and jog to catch up to someone holding the door open for you and miss a stick or something under foot? You can't prepare yourself for every pebble or patch of mud in your path, Sy. Accidents will happen. Some circumstances are beyond our control…we just have to do the best we can. The crutches are going to help you until we get you stronger. That's what we'll focus on until those two weeks are up."

"Why is it you can calm me down like this?" he asked, sincere and truly calmer than he had been.

"I'm just a good therapist, is all."

"Ya don't think that's really all, do ya?" the sound of his deep drawl in her ear from the receiver made her shiver. He was implying something that she just couldn't entertain. It wasn't possible for them right now. Maybe…down the road…in a few weeks…

"I'll see ya tomorrow, Sy. Come ready to work that knee."

"You didn't say no…" he was too hopeful. Damn it, he was cute when he was hopeful. She was glad she couldn't see his face light up like she knew it was doing.

"You may have noted I didn't say yes, either."

"Yet. See ya in the mornin', sunshine."

"Bye, Sy."

She put the receiver in the cradle and her face in her hands.

"Shit."

She had a feeling this particular patient was about to become much more complicated.

Up Next: Chapter Three-Therapeutic Activity

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Sunny Georgia

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1523+ (It’s short I’m sorry)

Warnings: Language, whole lot of fluff

Summary: Shore leave back home.  You find happiness and content, with the hope of something more one day.

A/n: Whew, first pic went off with a blast. It looks like I’ll be making a masterlist soon, if I’m not too careful. 

Shore leave.

Glorious shore leave. 

It had been two years in space, and now Starfleet Command, finally, finally approved of a two weeks break back home, a rarity. . The crew cheered as the ship docked back onto Spacedock, and many packed their bags, sent out their well wishes, and hurried to take the next shuttle back down to the station. 

Unfortunately for Spock and you though, there were still the matter of briefing the Admiralty on your latest adventures out in the unknown. So, Leonard hefted both his and your duffle bags, filled with equal parts of PADDs and clothes, and followed after Spock and Nyota to a recently docked shuttle heading back down to dirtside.

“Two weeks of sunshine, concrete, and grass. What do you say?” You glanced over at your boyfriend, doing your absolute best to distract him from the ride. “Could go ride the waves, visit your mom and Joanna, maybe even see if we can squeeze in time for a carnival here?”

You looked over a brochure, detailing the rides and food of a carnival not far from HQ. Grinning inwardly, you knew you were going to have a blast, especially now that you were back home. 

“Sweetheart,” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “How about we just stick with just two places?”

“Come on, Len!” You placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting him through the shuttle ride. “We might as well have a date at the carnival, that’s something we haven’t done before.”

As the train pulled into the station, Leonard released a relieved sigh. “Thank god,” he muttered as the rest quickly became lost under his breath.

“Hopefully this goes fast. I’ll see you at noon,” You embraced him quickly, enjoying the warmth and love that he reciprocated. With a quick grin, you followed after Spock towards the headquarters.

It was not fast, much to your dismay.

“My god, Spock, that took ages,” You complained, crossing your arms as you descended down the stairs with him. “I swear they just wanted to know every damn minute of what we did. It’s supposed to be shore leave, not spend the entire day at headquarters leave.”

‘Certainly Captain, logically speaking, Admiral Smythe would want to know the details of our mission. However, it is illogical to assume that-.”

“If Smythe had his way, we wouldn’t be out of there till near evening,” You frowned at the thought of that. Having adventures was the upside of being Captain, but was also the source reports as high as mountain. There was also the same glaring report that was still on your PADD, thrown away carelessly to the side of your luggage. Oh no, you didn’t even want to picture it, much less think of more work you have to finish soon.

“Admiral Smythe is correct in his findings, but-,” Spock added on.

“Nyota! Leonard!” You interrupted him, waving back when the two mentioned waved at you from the entrance of the academy. 

“We survived the briefing though, and that’s what matters the most. God knows it would’ve been much much longer if Admiral Owens didn’t cut in, and helped move the conversation along,” You returned back to the conversation at hand. “Talking about him-.”

“We should get going soon. Ma is expecting us for dinner tonight,” Leonard wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“As should we, our plane departs in an hour to visit my parents,” Nyota added on, smiling softly up at Spock. 

“Already?” You squinted at the chrom. How long did the briefing take?

“Yes, darlin’,” Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, as though he couldn’t believe that you didn’t notice that the sun was well past the midpoint of the sky.

“Oh,” You mumbled, and grinned back at Nyota and Spock. “Take some pictures for us? I would love to see what it’s like over there.”

“Of course,” Nyota hugged you, and you responded back.

“See y'all soon.”

And that’s exactly how you spent your first week and a half at Georgia. Elenor was a godsend, making the most delectable soul food you could ever imagine on a day by day basis. Honestly, you were beginning to grow worried that you were becoming fat with the more you eat, but you didn’t care. Joanna, or Jojo that Leonard affectionately called her, was an absolute delight to have around. And secretly, you would love to have her as your step daughter.

 Every day was planned differently. A day at the library, a day at the lake - that Leonard was not too happy about -, and a day meant to spoil her and your dear boyfriend all together. As a teenager, she fully understood what was going on around her, and embraced it. But for the most part, you stood in the background, letting the father daughter duo catch up with one another. 

While you weren’t with Joanna, you spent hours swapping stories with Leonard’s sister, Donna. With having no other siblings, it was refreshing to have someone that could understand what you were going through as Leonard’s girlfriend in a small rural town. As the day darkened into the evening sky, you leaned against the stairs.

“It’s good to be back here. I’ve missed this place,” You sigh in content, watching the stars above twinkle in the unpolluted night sky.

“How long do ya still have out there?” Donna curiously asked.

“Another three years, I’m afraid,” You closed your eyes, wanting to feel the cool wind breathe across your sun tanned skin. “And I owe practically my life to the little brother of yours after all we’ve gone through. Everything up there can change in just a blink of an eye. It’s not easy, I’ll tell you that. Any moment I could lose him or myself or both of us.”

His sister hummed quietly. “He knows right?”

You opened an eye to peek over at her. “We have, but we’re taking it one day at a time; see what the universe has in store for us,” but you understood her underlying implication. “I don’t wanna push him. As long as he’s happy, I’m happy too.”

She continued observing you, sensing that you have more to say. 

“I just want the best for him after that chaotic break up with Jocelyn. Donna, I’m satisfied with where I am in life now. I get to captain my ship, have a loving boyfriend. There is nothing in this galaxy that I could want anymore, except for happiness.” 

“Donna! Y/N! Time for dinner!” Elenor exclaimed from the kitchen, moving to go climb the staircase to wake her son and granddaughter. 

“Knowing my brother,” Donna mulled over her words slowly. “I would say, he would want the same for you. All I see from him is affection and love, nothing less. I think, deep down he knows you are different from Jocelyn, that you and him aren’t the same as when him and her were together back then. He sees a future with you in it. It’s a surprise, but it’s not unwelcomed. Without him being pushed out into space, he would never have had the opportunity to meet you. Lenoard sees it simply, happiness. And after such a long time, he has found it with you.”

She held your gaze, a serious look on her face. 

“You think so?” You asked quietly. 

“I know so,” Leonard’s sister stood up, extending a hand out to help you up also. “C’me on, let’s go before ma yells again.”

After yet another wonderful dinner, and being shooed away from washing dishes again for the third night in a row, you found yourself leaning on Leonard’s shoulder on the porch steps, observing the clear night sky above again.

“I’m glad we came back home for leave,” you sipped on your iced tea at ease.

“I am too, sweetheart, we both needed this,” The doctor agreed, hugging you ever more tightly to him.

“Y’know Len, I’ve been thinking,” You thought out loud, keeping your eyes up at the stars. “Hopefully next time, we can get a place of our own. Renovate it and stuff to make it ours. Maybe a ranch or something, and get away from Starfleet when we can. One day we can have little pebbles of our own, Joanna be the big sister to them all, and be one big happy family.”

There was silence for a long moment.

“Um, Leonard?” You prompted, suddenly worried that you’d said too much too early in the current stage of your relationship with him. You turned to face him, finding that he was staring back at you the entire time, eyes glittering with love and affection.

“Do you mean that?” He managed out.

“Of course, I do, Len,” You smiled warmly at him.

Gently, his lips touched yours, sealing the deal. As long as you were with him by his side, everything and anything would be possible. Yes, he could definitely see you in his foreseeable future. His other hand stuck into his pocket, where it met a particular hard object. A small velvety hard box in particular, something he’d been sleeping on for the last couple of days. For a moment, he affectionately observed you from the side. Yes, it will be soon.

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Elegy for an Icarus (Inglourious Basterds Preference)

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Aldo: He was angry. His hands were shaking through the grief of reading that letter. He didn't answer when the boys asked what was wrong...They'd never seen him like that. Usually when he was angry, he'd yell at nazis, and show no mercy, leave no survivors... But this...this was different. His hands were shaking, gripping the letter so tightly, the edges crumpled up. His face was red, his eyes were blank and blind with rage. After Wicki read it out loud for everyone, Aldo took the letter back. His eyes rested intently on the typed, faceless, voiceless words. An official report, stamped condolences from a major he'd never even met, and who'd never even met you. The words floated off the blank page, and it became a screen. An endless reel flipping between scenes of your time as a basterd... Your very first day in that lineup, next to Omar, straight faced, like any other soldier, but smirking eyes. Then a messy cut, like shoddy editing from a silent film. Aldo couldn't forget the last time he saw you. He made sure you went home. There was nothing he could do for you, nothing anyone could do. And as much as you wanted to stay, there was nothing more for you to give. It was clear you wouldn't survive long... You'd given your life for the war, and the least he could do was give you one last chance to see your mother, your brother, and your love. He knew it was coming. He knew the OSS would send that letter, in spite of all the danger.... And Aldo knew you... The Kid... The basterd that was too young, too dumb, and too brave. You were the basterd’s Icarus... You did everything, followed every order, in spite of everything.  He knew that, and he'd never forgive himself for sending you on that mission. You were the fourth basterd he'd lost. No more.... No more, not without ending the war. He clenched his jaw in rage, throwing the letter into the fire, watching it burn away like he watched the life fade from your eyes.

Donny: He didn't believe it. Not a word of it, even though he'd seen it happen... Every night since you were taken back home, he dreamt of you. He knew  it was over. Deep down, Donny knew. He was never much of a liar. He couldn't even lie to himself and say that it was alright. It stung him to force one last smile at you, and say he'd "See ya 'round, kid..." knowing damn well that would never happen. Then again, it wasn't a complete lie. He saw you around. He saw you everywhere. He saw you every time he shut his eyes, in ongoing, repetitive nightmares of what could have been stopped. He dreamt of seeing you again...one last time. Every night he saw it, like he was by your side, in your hometown, in a white hospital room... Even after all that, he didn't want to believe it was true. As Wicki read the distant general's words, he looked down at the german steel  in his hands. It was a nazi's dogtag, and belonged to the one that took you from the world. Donny took revenge in your name, and carried it around with him from then on, on that blood stained piece of metal, hung it around his neck with the other reminders of nameless acts of justice...Still, it would never be enough. Not without hearing your laugh again.

Hugo: He was silent...just as always. But this time was different. No one saw it... No one knew him like that. No one but you, and you were gone. And with that, a part of Hugo was gone. Still its remnants faded without a witness. It was a gaze lost in the blankness of the sky. Endless wonder and the beginning of loneliness... Hugo never spoke to you much, but with you, he felt human. He felt more than basterd, more than a soldier. With you, he was someone. All that was gone. He'd held on to the hope that somehow you'd survive it all...But it was over. You were gone. He gazed up at the dimly lit sky, beyond the splintering streaking clouds, and wondered which distant bright star was you. He found one, with a light blueish glow around it. A sort of hazey, cheerful halo around it, a bit like the light that came with your smile. He smiled for a split second, remembering it. Then he looked back around him. He still had a job to do. Donny might have killed the nazis responsible, but it wasn't enough. He wondered how many nazis equalled one good soul like you. Hugo was convinced you were an angel... To him, you may have been a good soldier, but maybe not a total basterd. You were just a good kid, with a better aim....But without a surviving shot. Everyone knew it. He'd kept his mouth shut, listening to the hopeless lies everyone told each other for weeks. Everyone knew the truth. You weren't coming back... And Hugo hadn't spoken since then...

Wicki: He read the letter out loud, but didn't listen to himself. The words floated off the page, and danced around him, along with his memories of you, as his own voice droned on. He could see you now... He noticed you stifling a giggle when you first heard Aldo’s accent. He remembered you taking your first ever drink with the boys in an English tavern, just before being dropped in France. Dancing with Donny and Hirschberg, dressed as civilians, in spite of the onlooking enemies. Scolding Aldo for smoking too much, and taking too much snuff. Making Hugo smile... It was all there. Everything, all at once. For a moment, it was almost as if you were there. But you weren't. And you never would be again. Wicki was the first to know you weren't going to make it. He usually tended to the wounds. And the moment he saw the blood, saw the bullet, the beating... he knew it was over. The kid with the sunshine smile was dimming away. The instant he saw the hope and light fade from your eyes, he was a broken man. It was a haunting image. Something he'd never forget. All the warm memories collapsed. The echo of your laugh died over the alps. The shadow of your smile faded with the distant tavern lights... Wicki couldn't do anything to stop it. Not when he pulled the bullet out, and not for the millionth wave of memories. And as Aldo snatched the letter back and burned it, Wicki was left with nothing but the memory of your blood on his hands, and the dream that never would be.

Omar: Tears streamed down his face the second he saw Aldo hesitating. He’d held out with hope, with thoughts of you... But the moment he saw that letter in Aldo’s hand and the look on his face, he went cold. His hands went numb. He zoned out when Wicki read it. His mind went blank. He stood up in the middle of the message without a word, not caring to hear it all, and wandered aimlessly into the forest. He'd known you all his life. You were a childhood friend. You volunteered together for the war. You weren't even out of high school yet... You moved up in the world together, or at least planned to. You wanted to start a business together...what exactly, neither or you knew. You had too many brilliant ideas, and neither of you could ever keep them straight, or keep a straight face. Then you were soldiers. You promised his mother, and he promised yours, that you'd watch out for each other, and that you'd both come home. If there was one thing Omar couldn't abide by, it was broken promises. You were able to make it home before it was over, but that wasn't the deal....Who was he without you? Who was he with a broken promise? And you... You... His back pressed against a broken tree, and he slid down against a towering pine, seething. How could you leave him alone...How could you break your promise to him? You promised you'd come home together, and be there to the end. You'd been there at the beginning, after all...After everything. After all you'd been through together. After...What could have been after the war... You broke your promise... You left him alone. His tears became a voiceless elegy, cries for no one. He sobbed through his anger, "I'm sorry..."

Smitty: He stayed by the others. After losing you, he was scared to go anywhere without someone watching his back.   He blamed himself sometimes. He was with you when it happened. He wasn't quick enough...And he was scared. You made sure he made it in and out of every single mission because you knew that. Because you were scared too. It was a secret between the two of you, but neither of you was ashamed. You had each other. You were just kids, far from home, far from everything you knew. And now he was alone, lost without you. He was scared without you.You always watched his back... The boys had lost Andy, Simon, and Michael. But it was different this time.He saw it happen... He was there. You were different... You didn't give up without a fight. That was the hardest part...  But that was just like you. That and the fact that you were the youngest. It hit Smitty then, it could have been anyone... They were the basterds, but they weren't invincible. At the end of the day, they were just soldiers, far behind enemy lines. They were the basterds. Legends that haunted the nazis... But they weren't immortal. Life was fleeting, like the embers rising from the paper omen. And he knew that as his trembling, grieving hands lit a cigarette, and silently, watched the smoke rise.

Archie: Months later, Archie had only just met the basterds. They had one mission, one final operation. Archie could read a room. He knew something was on all their minds. From the rumors, and the comments, and what he could press out of the younger basterds, he pieced it together. There was a celebrated rumor among the nazis: A heavy loss for the basterds. "Y/N." Was all he could get out of Aldo. According to Wicki, you were the closest thing Aldo had to a kid. The closest thing that Hugo had to a friend. The closest thing Omar had to a sibling... You were the closest thing the basterds had to hope. Losing you dragged them down. To his understanding, they carried on, not because they were soldiers with orders, not because they owed Aldo scalps, but because they owed it to you. He respected the hell out of that. And though he never knew you, he knew your worth. He knew that you made the basterds what they were. And for that, Archie thanked you.

Hirschberg: He refused to think about it at all. He was there when you were shot down, but he looked away when Smitty screamed for you, when Wicki ran to you, and when Aldo blew his cover for you. He refused to say goodbye... You were coming back after all, right? He refused to talk about it. But it stayed in the back of his mind, like a shadow that followed him everywhere. But he knew if he gave in, it was a hole he wouldn't dig himself out of for a long time. There was no time to grieve... He convinced himself quickly that that wasn't what you'd want. He had to get through the war, then he'd have the time... That was all... And he did. When it was all said and done, in your name, in your memory, the war was over. All for what? A few flowery sentences by politicians, throwing in your name, Andy, Simon, Michael, and Bridget's names. All for a medal. A medal that wouldn't bring you back. But it did bring back all the memories each of them had of you. And there on that stage, as words of honor and courage were given by men that did not know the war, Hirschberg was wrapped in other words. One word, to be precise: "Gerold." You were the only one that could call him that. The only one that wouldn't be hurt over it, anyway. The word embraced him, like you once had, a memory he'd never let die. One he didn't mind carrying around. And still...it wasn't enough. What was a speech to a lifetime that could have been? He held his medal, and smiled for a moment, remembering all the years he spent as a basterd. The good and the bad moments. With or without you, you kept him and all the basterds going. He sighed... He moved past the reporters and politicians and onlookers, and found a woman he recognized from your stories alone. Hirschberg may not hace been the politest, or more eloquent basterd, but he knew what was human. He wasn't a soldier anymore...now he was a man. An ordinary man. Just a man that had lost a good friend... It wasn't much, but it was all he could give. He gave his medal to your mother. "Y/N...Y/N was a good kid..." Something that went unspoken. She smiled, tearfully, seeing millions of unspoken words and memories of you in all the basterds eyes as they each followed, and gave their medals to her too. It was the only thing they could do... That, and visit the grave, covered in flowers and stones, memories and kind, broken-voiced thoughts. They said goodbye  to the war, and to each other, and to you one last time...

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6 and 17 from the prompt list? With logince? I really loved your analogical dads and baby Patton 💙

“I need a place to stay.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Oooh this is gonna be fun.

Characters: Logan and Roman

Relationships: Some Logince for you shippers out there.

Warnings: None, I don't think? Let me know if I should add any though.

***

It was, as they say, a dark and stormy night. More stormy than anything else though; thunder rattled and cracked in the sky, shaking the apartment's thin walls as Logan attempted to make himself some soup for dinner.

Okay, so maybe soup was a bit of a generous name to give it. 

Logan stirred his chicken Ramen over the stove, dutifully following the instructions on the package while lightning split the dark sky in half over and over and over again outside the window. In the living room, the TV murmured beneath the clattering of rain on the roof, which had risen to a deafening roar since the storm had first made itself known with cold drops and sharp wind. 

Logan flinched as the gale outside flung a loose branch against the kitchen window with a sharp crack--at least the glass didn't break, any harder and it might've done just that. 

He finished making his Ramen and poured it into a mug, sniffing at it appreciatively as he padded into the living room to eat. His tabby cat, Newton, meowed at him from beneath the couch. She hated storms, and honestly Logan couldn't blame her. She's going to need more food, he reminded himself. The bag's almost empty. I can try to get into town sometime--

A sharp rap at the door forced Logan to pause his thoughts, turning in surprise towards the entrance to his apartment. He wasn't expecting visitors--he almost never was, not only that but he lived in a somewhat shady part of town and it was common for drunks to wander around after dark.

None of them had knocked on his door, though.

Logan waited, and whoever it was knocked again--it sounded almost desperate that time. Clearly the person had no intention of leaving anytime soon, whoever they were. Logan sighed, heading over to the door and cracking it open. 

A tall man in a red and white jacket looked back at him, drenched from head to toe and shivering violently. His form was immediately blurred by the rain that splattered against Logan's glasses.

"Uh, hi--" he sneezed. "Sorry...I uh…I really need a place to stay. Just…" he looked up. "Just until the storm passes. Please… I've tried everyone else on the street, and I--"

"Come in."

The man looked surprised--no, shocked. "Really? I--I can stay?"

"I believe I just said that you could." Logan's voice was concerned, not irritated. This guy was clearly sick on top of whatever had forced him into the storm unprepared.

"Thank you so much, Mr…"

"Call me Logan." He gestured for the other man to step inside, pulling the door firmly shut behind them. 

"Thank you, Logan. My name's Roman, nice to meet you despite the ah, unfortunate circumstances.

Logan nodded. He looked down at his Ramen, then suddenly thrust it into Roman's hands.

"I have plenty extra," he said when he saw the look on the man's face. "Living room is in there, go sit down."

"Logan, please, I can't take this--"

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion." Logan said firmly. He pointed at the couch. "Sit."

Roman sat. He looked like he was going to try and argue again, but then he looked down at the Ramen in his hands and the last bit of his resolve faded as he dug in.

"Thank you."

Logan nodded, turning and padding down the hallway to his room. He returned to the living room a few minutes later with a bundle of clothes in his arms, which he set down on the coffee table. Roman looked at the bundle, then up at Logan.

"You're sick," Logan said before he could say anything. "That won't be helped by you sitting around in those wet clothes." He pointed at the hallway he'd just come from. "Bathroom is down there on the left. Change when you're done eating."

"Not that sick," Roman muttered. "You don't have to--" a sudden bout of coughing cut him off, and once he could breathe again Logan was glaring at him with his hands on his hips. He shut his mouth and did as he was told, finishing his Ramen before grabbing the bundle and disappearing down the hall. Logan sighed, then went back into the kitchen to make himself some more Ramen.

Roman came back right as the water started to boil, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a plain red shirt. He'd toweled off, and now his damp hair hung around his dark eyes, framing his tanned face. A blanket was draped over his shoulders, swirling behind him like a cape as he came into the room.

Despite the entrance, however, Roman looked anything but princely. If anything, he looked all the more forlorn; all the more tired. His walk was more of a stagger, and his breath rattled in his throat as he passed Logan and collapsed weakly onto the couch.

"I'll bring you something to take so that you sleep better tonight." Logan searched through the cupboards, pulling out two green pills and a glass which he filled with water. 

"Thank you," Roman rasped as he handed it to him. Logan nodded and went to retrieve his Ramen. Though he hated to, it would be best if he went to his room early and ate in there so that his guest could sleep.

"I'll leave you alone now," he told Roman, turning to leave.

"No wait!" Roman coughed again, his body shaking under the blanket. "Stay…please? I...I don't much like the dark." 

Logan narrowed his eyes. Had Roman looked so pathetic a few moments ago? He's not…he sighed; defeated. 

"Very well." Logan took his Ramen into the living room and seated himself next to Roman, nibbling at the noodles and glaring at them when his glasses fogged from the steam. Eventually, he heard Roman's voice as he wiped his glasses off for the third time.

"I like your cat." Logan put his glasses back on and looked up to see that Newton had made her way into Roman's lap. The other man was currently stroking her fur, and before long a soft purr rumbled in her throat. She likes him. Newton has good taste, Roman can't be all that bad if she likes him.

"That's Newton," he stated, gesturing to the cat. "I'm surprised she decided to come out from under the couch while the storm was still going."

"You named your cat Newton?" Roman chuckled and then coughed. "That's a new one."

Logan didn't know how to answer that, so he didn't, allowing silence to fall over the room again. Roman was quiet for a while, contenting himself to giving Newton attention, but before long he was talking again.

"Got any stories to tell, Logan?" 

"Stories?" Logan looked up, surprised.

"Yeah. Where are you from? Got any family? A dramatic life story?" He tried to laugh, but all that resulted from it was another bout of coughing.

"There's hardly anything dramatic about my life story," Logan answered dryly. "Strict parents. Youngest of four siblings. Got kicked out when I was sixteen."

"I'd call that dramatic." Roman smiled; he didn't try to laugh this time. He yawned. "I'm from up North; came down to check on my sister. Family business, I guess you could say. We got in a fight and she kicked me out of her house." 

"She kicked you out when you were sick!?" Logan's exclamation brought out a surprised look from Roman.

"Yeah. She was pretty mad." He grinned. "I'm a pain in the ass. Ask anybody I know." 

"Doesn't give anyone an excuse to…" Logan cut himself off, grumbling, and suddenly stood up with a huff. "Are--are you sufficiently tired for me to leave, Roman?"

The man grinned at him. How dare he be so cute. "Yeah, I think so. Night Logan."

Roman stayed for three days, letting Logan take care of him and occasionally snatching a conversation when he could from the otherwise quiet man. Logan didn't understand why, but he found himself looking forward to getting to talk to the odd and rather dramatic character that had stumbled through his door; he was fun to talk to, interesting. He hadn't really realized how lonely he was until Roman came, and Logan enjoyed his company more than he would've liked to admit.

On the fourth day, Roman was gone. There were no goodbyes or anything like that; he just disappeared. Logan woke up to find his clothes folded and stacked in the hallway near his door, the kitchen swept clean and the previous night's dishes washed, the living room straightened up, and most importantly--there wasn't a sign of the princely character anywhere. When Logan went into the kitchen he found a note taped to the refrigerator.

Dear Logan, it said.

I'm sorry about the hasty exit, but I guess life calls at inopportune times and I didn't want to wake you. Thank you for the hospitality you have extended to me these past few days, and the kindness you've shown to me. I appreciate everything you've done immensely, and I hope to pay you back for it one day. In case you're wondering I'll be back eventually, don't worry. I look forward to seeing you again, maybe we can get coffee the next time I'm in town?

In case you want to talk to me before then, here's my number.

Logan couldn't help the slight blush that tinted his cheeks by the time he'd finished reading the letter, and the little smile that crossed his face as he folded the paper and set it down.

Then he went back to his life.

Except, this time, one might have noticed a little more energy in Logan than before; a few more smiles; a different kind of optimism for life that wasn't there before. And while those he knew might speculate on what had changed for him; why he was different, Logan of course knew the real reason.

After all, his prince was coming back. When, Logan couldn't say for sure. He had the feeling that Roman was something of a spontaneous character. 

But he'd be back.

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             hey now, hey now. this is what oli ( me )  has  f i n a l l y  writTEN. (in that liz maguire voice) asdfgh, i am not well.. buT IT’S OKAY  ‘cause  once i get some sleep? it’s rlly finna be poppin’. BUT until then, IMMA BE on the dash !! getting iseul’s life TOGETHER. so, below is her INTRO!! // if u aren’t in the discord, and u would like to plot leave a lil heart in the replies so i know to come bug ya! 

(disclaimer !! i changed up her bio a bit, so the bio link is a little invalid now but !! the stuff below is it! and more connections will be added this link !! i’m just typing out what i have there!!)

  tw !! abduction, lowkey child-abuse & surgical experimentation, guns !!

bio • profile • connections • personality 

CANON BACKSTORY STOOF. ( you can skip tbh !! )

was born a shaitan djinn in 1938, during the time period where there was war regarding korea (and japan?)  so, she’s like, 84 and appears 24! her parents (like many others) abandoned her in the woods at like ?? 6, and she wandered into a nearby town. she lived as a beggar child. once she got alittle older, she secretly disguised herself as a boy to work for change and food. ( ‘cause u kno gender roles, at the time! ) 

she delivered newspapers, did small chores for the townspeople and became a lacky for the military soldiers based around the town. this is where she develops a fixation for guns!! watching the soldiers drill and carry them made her want to be just like them in a way. her fixation basically grew so much that she was sneaking guns from sleeping soldiers ‘on duty’ and running deep into the forest to practice what she’d seen millions of times from being nosey! 

she basically memorized how to re-assemble but also dis-assemble a gun in- at max, 30 seconds at the age of 9. alot is thanks to a man that grew found of iseul as well. he believed she was a boy, and wanted to teach her how to handle/shoot guns, after seeing how her eyes were GLUED to the machinery. at first it was to scare her away, but she was oddly keen, so he even pulled some strings so she could ‘train.’ 

unfortunately, sis got caught tho. she returned late with a ‘borrowed’ gun one morning and was chased by patrol. iseul panicked and shot a soldier in the foot. they captured her, discovered their errand boy wasn’t a boy- and used her as a public display of power. that soldier that cared for her did nothing to help as they beat her in public and left her chained to the middle of town, knocked out. 

at 11 she woke up in a different state. literally. new york! a couple had offered to take the iseul, and the town let them. they nursed her back to a healthy state, and took care of her but, she never really trusted them. she spent plenty of months presenting violent, aggressive and extremely frantic behavior to be set free. but !! lol, that did work! she used to get punished with being tied down as she watched the other kids eat, and even more painful methods... 

SHE MET HER BROTHERS ( Q & YUNHO ) HERE AT THE ESTATE. she loves them. ALOT. plz

!! around this time she was actually experimented on. they cut her open, performed  all types of transfusions and things in the WORST way possible until she’d successfully present Huli jing properties in her physical makeup.  ( this took years. and they still had them study and things while this went on) 

1959 !!! they were finally ARRESTED for their crimes, but tbh.. the damage baby?? it’s BEEN DONE. upon building a new life, she followed her siblings back to seoul and learns to live for herself?? and indulges in things she never got to. all while soon being apart of a gang, giving her the pleasures of revenge on humans over all. 

all the time from then and now, iseul really honed her skills with machinery! cars and weapons alike! so, she’s your weapon tech in veritas OR mechanic outside of gang life. !! ( also in espionage ) 

SORRY THIS GOT LONG. 

PERSONALTY. 

for one, iseul is a major tomboy?? like, her voice is deeper and her clothing is tastefully masculine?? but her size (5′1) and frame bring the feminine flair? if that makes any sense. 

is fairly quiet? like, she isn’t like ‘never’ speak chill, but- she’s definitely like... i won’t speak if i don’t have to. and chances are, she’s chewing on food and too occupied to bother. but, she def talks to people she finds chill with ease. balls of sunshine make her nervous though. just a little. 

she’s a big observer and seems dull here and there. her mood really changes her demeanor for the day. 

is 98% driven by food. like, if u offer it. she will tag along. she’s always buying snacks or chewing on something. the convenient store is her idea of a date ASDFG. honestly, if this was bird box, and someone told her they’d give her some pocky or something... she’d gladly rip it off PROBABLY. // she also likes giving people food!

IS COLOR BLIND. she has tritanomaly vision! it’s where she struggles with some blues because they appear greener, and it may be difficult for her to tell yellow and red from pink. she’s gotten good at telling the shades apart though. 

gets INTO her work, much like her brother yunho! when she’s thinking, chances are.. she can’t hear you. she’s to busy building contraptions for the gang, and keeping track of her ideas. // often cuts people off when she’s on a knowledge tangent?  her mind is always adding things up, connecting the dots, and trying to make information fit so, it’s 100% like her to cut someone off when she’s found a solution… that's the geeky engineering side just taking over

iseul kind of has an air to her that makes her a little un-noticeable if she chooses to be?  people say that she is good at blending into her surroundings cause they didn’t know she’s there. hence, why she felt like she was fit for espionage on top of her huli jing counterparts.

although she does appear and come off chill and quiet, she also can get triggered by things easily if you push the right buttons. personal things often make her feel like she’s being invaded and quickly is defensive. insults that revolve around her past spark her temper. tbh, when it comes to iseul it’s best to imagine her as one of those characters in anime that appear to act calm and nonchalant, but get really violent, temperamental and uproot a dangerous, chilling aura if you rub them the wrong way. this part of her stems directly from her shaitan djinn side !!

#intro. #im sorry this got long !! #i wont be mad if u skim or skip lmao

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Secret Santa Gift Fic for Whizzy

( @newsiessecretsanta ‘s secret santa set up)

SURPRISE WHIZZY i was ur secret santa!!! ily @spec-s-pecs

warnings: implied alcoholism/drug use

ship: sibling smalls/jack/spot w momma medda!

editing: actually yeah, kinda

Spot groaned as he struggled to tie his tie for the third time, “I don’t get why I gotta dress up,” he complained, eyeing Jack, his foster brother, in the mirror, “We’re jus’ stayin’ in the house.”

“Miss Medda likes us lookin’ nice,” Jack defended, not looking up from his phone.  He was already dressed up, a well-fitting green button down tucked into a pair of sleek khaki slacks.  

“Yeah, well it’s stupid,” Spot grumbled, tossing his tie down in frustration.  It was his first Christmas in his new foster home and he wasn’t looking forward to it.  Christmas had never been anything special in the past.  Even before he was in foster care, his family rarely did anything.  His father was almost always far too drunk to know the date and his mom was rarely home, most likely out somewhere getting fucked by some needle.  When he finally escaped that home, his new ones were always crowded by kids and any Christmas spirit was thwarted by uncaring adults who just want the money benefits of fostering kids.

Not celebrating Christmas was normal for Spot- comfortable at this point.  It was routine and he wanted it to stay that way.

“If you really don’t wanna dress up,” Jack sighed, finally meeting Spot’s gaze, “I think Medda’ll understand.”

Spot grunted, not saying another word as he began to unbutton his dress shirt, grabbing his sweatpants from his bed before stepping into his and Jack’s shared bedroom to change.  He re-emerged a few minutes later, feeling much better in his comfy clothes.  If Medda really cared about him, as she claimed to, then she would want him to be happy, right?

“Spot, Jack,” Their nine year old foster sister, Smalls, poked her head through the door, “Medda wants us down now for dinner and presents.”

Spot scoffed, “Presents?  Ain’t that for Christmas Day?”

Smalls entered the room fully, fixing him with a confused look, “Christmas Eve is where we get family presents, like, from Medda.  Tomorrow mornin’ is when we get Santa’s presents!”

Spot rolled his eyes, bunching his dress clothes and chucking them into his hamper, “Santa ain’t-”

He was cut off by a sweatshirt hitting his face, “Ow, Jack, what the fuck,” He pulled the sweatshirt away to see Jack, shooting him a warning look.

“First off, language,” He hissed, “Second,” He glanced at Smalls who was looking between them innocently, “Second, summa us still got Christmas Spirit, you don’t gotta ruin it on accounta you bein’ the Grinch or sum.”

Spot shifted his jaw, “Whatever,” He muttered, pushing past Smalls and padding down the hallway.  He entered the dining room to find the table filled with a plethora of different dishes, ranging from a small ham to a giant pan of mac and cheese.

Medda, who had been setting forks out for the four of them looked up when he entered, “Hi, Sean,” She smiled, “Feelin’ okay?”

“M’fine,” He mumbled, looking past Medda into the living room, where a load of presents were visible under the tree.

“You sure?” Medda asked, her eyebrows creasing in concern, “Ya can let me know if somethin’s goin’ on in that head of yours, I don’t mind listening.”

Spot glanced down at his baggy clothes, then at the beautifully set table, feeling guilt wash over him.  Medda had worked so hard to set up a nice evening for them and he couldn’t even adhere to her one request.  He suddenly felt entirely overwhelmed.  It was too much- the dinner, the presents, the tree, the caring home on Christmas.  He kept his eyes trained on the floor as a lump rose in his throat and as a sob forced its way out of him, he took a defensive step backwards, crossing his arms at his chest.

“Oh, honey,” he heard Medda sigh, guiding him to one of the chairs, “What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t know,” Spot hiccuped, shame preventing him from looking at Medda, “It’s jus’ a lot.”

“What’s a lot?”

“This,” Spot said, gesturing to the table, “I ain’t had nothin’ like this before.  No big meal, no presents, no nothin’.  It hurts.  I dunno why.”

Medda nodded slowly, eyes scanning over the dinner table, “I’m sorry, hon,” she said softly, “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” she paused to consider, “Why don’t we all get in our PJs and then we can take our dinners to the living room and watch Christmas movies instead.  Presents can wait until tomorrow morning, tonight we can just relax. How does that sound?”

Spot shook his head, “No, I don’t wanna ruin-”

“Sean, sweetheart, you wouldn’t be ruinin’ anything.  Your comfort is my priority.”

“But Jack and Smalls-”

“Jack and Smalls will understand better than anyone,” Medda said, firmly, yet sweetly, “Now why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll let the others know the new plan, yeah?”

Spot nodded, wiping his eyes shakily on the back of his hand, “Okay,” he stood on wobbly legs, crossing to the bathroom down the hall and flicking on the lights.  He braced himself on the sink, gathering himself for a moment before splashing some water on his face.  When he got to the living room, he found Jack already huddled on the couch, Smalls stretched comfortably across his lap.  The two of them had already been living with Medda for two years when Spot arrived, so they were fairly close with each other.  They were both in pajamas, and when Spot entered, they looked over at him.  Spot winced, expecting to see disappointed looks on their faces, but relaxed when he found nothing but concern.  Although, that wasn’t much better.  He didn’t like pity.

Jack seemed to notice his discomfort and visibly wiped the worry off his face, “Yo, you good?” he asked, nonchalantly.

Spot shrugged, perching himself on the armchair adjacent to the couch, “Yeah.”

“You can come sit on the couch, ya know,” Smalls piped up.

Spot hesitated, confliction pooling in his stomach.

“If you’d rather sit alone, that’s cool,” Jack stated, “But you’re welcome to come sit over by us.”

Spot blinked a few times, steeling himself, then carefully tucked himself on the couch, huddling into the corner near the armrest.  Jack smiled softly, but didn’t say anything. “Here you are,” Medda said, setting a tray with three plates on the coffee table in front of them, “I got you guys a little bit of everything to try, but you don’t gotta finish your plates if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“Thanks, Miss Medda,” Smalls and Jack chimed.

“Thank you,” Spot said, leaning over to grab his plate.

“Have you guys thought about what movie to watch yet?” Medda asked, settling on the other end of the couch near Smalls.

“Rudolph!”

“No, Jackie, Miracle on 34th Street!”

“Uh,” Spot cleared his throat, “I’ve never seen A Christmas Story before, so…”

“Holy shit-”

“Language, Jack.”

“Sorry, Medda, just,” Jack ogled at Spot, dumbfounded, “You’ve never seen A Christmas Story?  We’re watchin’ it.”

“Alright,” Medda chuckled, pulling it up on Amazon Prime, “You’re in for a treat, Spot.”

Spot sank into the cushions as the opening credits played, working his way through his plate of food as he watched.  As the movie played, plates were abandoned back onto the coffee table and Smalls dozed off.  Jack was quoting the movie alongside the characters and as Spot allowed himself to relax, laughing alongside Medda and Jack at some of the more iconic lines, he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through his stomach like a wildfire.  

If this is what Christmas could be, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

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ily whizzy i hope this was good

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Daily Reminders of Love Pt. 2

Main Character(s)/Ship: Elmer/Relmer

Era: Cannon Era | Modern Era

Theme(s):Honestly? My literature teacher would be so mad cause I can’t think of even one theme. (love is NOT a theme!)

AUs: N/A

Word Count: 1446

Part one here

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Elmer continued to ignore the texts that were flooding his phone. The time was 9:15 and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to send a reminder. He hadn’t left bed all day. There was a knock on his bedroom door. Elmer didn’t answer.

“Elm?” His older sister, Elista’s, voice called softly. She opened the door. “I brought you dinner.” She made her way over to Elmer’s bedside. Elmer heard her set a plate on his desk. “Did you not tell us about a girl or something.”

At that comment, Elmer finally rolled over to face her. “What?” His voice cracked.

Elista rolled her eyes at him. “You seem heartbroken. Literally everyone’s home for dinner and you wouldn’t even come greet Ellie or Eemett. And we all know they’re your favorite siblings.”

Elmer just felt his stomach sink more. What if he’d hurt Eleanor and Mett’s feelings. He just hadn’t had the energy to get up. “It’s not a girl, Lista.”

Elista scoffed. “It has to be, Elm.”

Elmer pulled his blanket tighter around him. “I meant it’s not heartbreak.”

“Keep telling us that, bud.” Elista commented. “At least eat, okay?”

Elmer just nodded and watched Elista leave the room. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes later that Emma came in.

Emma always walked with such a confident flair. Elista had said Ellie and Mett were his favorite siblings, but, that was a lie. Emma was his favorite. He just never knew how to show that to her.

“Lista said something, didn’t she?” Emma asked, pulling out his desk chair and collapsing into it. Elmer nodded. “She’s out there saying it must be a girl. It doesn’t have to be a girl to be heartbreak. Damn, sometimes I wonder how Mom raised all of us and only a few of us have common sense.” Emma grinned at Elmer.

Elmer sat up. “What do you mean, Em?”

Emma laughs, “I mean the fact that Lista, Ezra, and Elizabeth are so hateful, that Ellie, Mett, and Eadaline are at least supportive, and that Ezekiel and I are on the LGBTQ+ spectrum. Elmer, I bet it’s hard because you’ve only ever really got Elista around. Which sucks cause I live at home but I sleep all day and work all night so I couldn’t talk to you about any of this. But whether this is heartbreak, just not from a girl, or something else. I want you to know you’re not alone.”

The blanket dropped from Elmer’s shoulders. “Really,” He whispered. “Em? Really?”

Emma placed a hand on Elmer’s shoulder. “Really. I’m Aro-Ace, so I can’t exactly help with what you might be going through, because I don’t necessarily understand it. But I’m willing to listen and try to give advice.”

Elmer flung his arms around Emma’s neck. Emma hugged him back.

“I’d stay and talk, but I’ve got work tonight, Elm. I’m sorry.” Emma pulled away from the hug. She picked up Elmer’s phone, (That had continued to explode with notifications while the two were talking,) and handed it to him. “Maybe you should see who’s worried about you?”

“Y-yeah. Maybe I should.” Elmer glanced down at his phone, the screen lit up as another text came through. He looked back up at Emma. “I love you, Em.”

Emma gave him a lopsided grin. “I know you do. I’m obviously your best sibling. Now go- be gay, do crimes.” She saluted and walked out of his room, closing the door behind her.

Elmer looked back down at his phone. It lit up again and he scrolled through his notifications. Most of them were from Race. Surprisingly.

‘Hey,’ Elmer sends the text to Race before going back to read everything Race sent. Before he could even start, his phone started ringing. Race was calling him. Race never called people.

Elmer answered the phone, “Race-”

“Oh my god, Elmie, I was terrified! Don’t do that!” Race said in a rush, trying to sound angry but Elmer heard the sigh of relief.

“Do what?” Elmer asked, genuinely confused.

The thud was muted but Elmer assumed Race kicked his bedpost. The way he did when he was annoyed, hurt, or scared. “Scare me! I thought- I thought- Elmie you scared me okay!”

“But, I haven’t talked to you all day?” “Exactly! Damnit Elmie even when we don’t talk you always send a reminder before nine. You send it earlier in the day if you know you’ll be busy that night! And I didn’t get one! I didn’t. . .I didn’t get one. And I was worried something happened to you.” Race is silent for a moment and Elmer heard the muffled sound of Race collapsing onto his bed. “God, Elmie.”

Elmer felt the pit in his stomach sink again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Wait, no- damnit. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad Elmie.” Race sighs again and Elmer can almost imagine him running a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You’re okay right?”

Elmer heard a door slam closed over the phone. He sound of muffled traffic. “I mean, I guess?” Elmer paused. “No. No not really.”

“You need to talk about it?”

Elmer shook his head, an automatic reaction, “No. I mean. I don’t know.”

“Well then, I’m gonna distract you for now. M’kay?”

“Okay.”

“So Tommy- shit I don’t know what today is for ‘em. We’ll go with Tommy then. So Tommy is hosting a table at pride this upcoming week. A bunch of us are planning on going. I don’t think anyone’s brought it up to you cause we don’t know where ya stand because you always get quiet when we talk about stuff like that. But you’re welcome to come. Even if you’re just an ally-”

“I’m Pan, Race.”

The other end of the phone is silent. Elmer worries he’s scared Race away.

“Really?” Race asks in a whisper.

“Yeah.” Elmer answers.

“Even with everything Elista says?”

“Just because she’s my sister, it doesn't mean I wouldn’t have common sense even if I was straight.” Elmer blurts, somewhat quoting Emma.

“Yeah, yeah, I mean- of course that makes sense.” Race stammers out. “Hey- Medda’s calling me. Can I put you on hold for a second.”

“Sure.” Elmer whispers. He sets his phone down, putting it on speaker. He grabs the plate of dinner Elista brought in and manages to eat some.

“Hey- I’m back.” Race says breathlessly,a few minutes later, almost a little like he’s holding back tears.

Elmer quickly put his phone back to his ear. “Hey.” He says.

“Are you busy?”

“Well- I’m supposed to be but I wanna get out.”

Elmer hears the doorbell ring.

“You want a milkshake or hot chocolate from the diner?”

“Milkshakes are nice.”

He hears Zek yell, “I’ve got it!”

“I’ll buy you one.”

“Really?” “Elmer! It’s for you!” Ezekiel calls back.

“Really.” Elmer hears race say through the phone and he almost believes from the front door.

Elmer rounds the corner and the phone beeps, signaling it was hung up. He can’t be made though- Race is standing in the doorway.

“Congrats. You made him get out of bed, AND smile.” Zek comments.

Race laughs. “I heard my friend wasn’t feeling great, we couldn’t have our resident sunshine boy feeling sad and not having anyone to help him.”

Elmer’s heart skips a beat. “Race-”

“Now, I owe Elmer a milkshake at the diner. So, he’s getting that milkshake to feel better.”

Elmer hadn’t even realized he was walking closer to the door until Race grabs his hand. “Sorry, I’m stealing him for this.”

“As long as he’s smiling,” Ezekiel laughs, “See you later, Elm.” His older brother practically pushes him out the door and closes it before Elmer can protest.

Then, they’re sitting in the diner. Race with his fries and Elmer with his favorite chocolate milkshake.

Race leans forward and dips a fry in Elmer’s shake. “I broke up with Albert.”

Elmer looks at him, wide-eyed.

“We both kinda jumped into it.” Race says, “We realized we just didn’t like one another that way. We’re best friends. Plus, I found out I might have a shot with the guy I’ve been crushing on for forever.” He’s looking right at Elmer as he says all this. Elmer thinks his heart has stopped.

“Really?” Elmer whispers.

“Really.” Race says reaching for Elmer’’s hand.

Elmer lets him take it. “Daily reminder I love you,” he whispers.

“Daily reminder I love you too, Elmie.”

~

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Two to One

Two to One by FangirlofMany9503

The two kingdoms have been at war for years, and finally, it has all come to an end. However, there is more to be done. A marriage alliance between the most suitable heirs of each kingdom is obviously the most logical course of action. And yet...well, both heirs seem to have their attention focused elsewhere. Specifically, on someone else.

(Basically, it's an arranged marriage AU where Shoto and Momo are engaged but they're both gay for other people, i.e. Izuku and Jirou; it's told in alternating POVs between the four main characters, which includes Momo, Kyoka, Shoto, and Izuku; also it's only rated mature because there are mentions of the deed nothing explicit i promise)

PLEASE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK I WANT TO KNOW IF PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO READ THIS WHEN I START POSTING THE REST OF IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Words: 4176, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi, F/M

Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Rei, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Family, Todoroki Shouto's Siblings, Midoriya Inko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Not technically fantasy but whatever, Tododeku is already together and they're the sweetest thing ever, like seriously writing them makes me feel kinda like i need to go running, too sweet yknow, Momo and Kyoka are both useless lesbians, also Kyoka is disguised as a man, because reasons, actually its a plot device dont question me, she's not trans in this tho, just a disguise, Endeavor is an asshole, no redemption arcs here, no really he gets none here, im all for him becoming a better person in canon but not here, i needed a solid villain okay bite me, if you dont know who moe is look up burnin ok, shes great, i forgot the purpose of tags, Help, uhhhhhh gay, Gaygaygaygay, GAYGAYGAYGAYGAYGAYGAYGAYGAYGAY, Ha Gay, um, ill add actual tags now i suppose, Villain Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, ha, Abusive Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, I FORGOT TO MENTION INKO, i needed a reason for izuku to be in debt and so she is sick, this is also a plot device dont question me, Supportive Midoriya Inko, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, dont ask what she's sick with idk but tis not good, thats all i know please dont ask, uh, Anyways, continuing on, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Kami is such a good friend in this omg i loved writing him, also shinkamisero supremacy, Trans Kaminari Denki, It's not directly mentioned but just know he is, there's little references to it though, also i love you trans community mwah, Sero Hanta is a Good Friend, Not me forgetting what's in the first part and what's in the second, I have been adding tags for thirty minutes, I am tired, Lesbian Yaoyorozu Momo, she is a lesbian but she also is willing to do anything to protect people, on the other hand kyoka is an absolute disaster lesbian, she plays the lute in this idk any other medieval instruments, Lesbian Jirou Kyouka, Jirou Kyouka & Kaminari Denki are Childhood Friends, I didnt know that was a tag and im too lazy to put it in order, Musician Jirou Kyouka, Kyoka is disaster lesbian, but she is disguised as a guy in this for plot device purposes, plus misogyny, so ya know, you didnt hear this from me but maybe she hooked up with some girls in those travels, you didn't hear that from me though, and you never will, if you were wondering where the hell i've been btw it was here, i have been working on this story for almost a month now, please enjoy this im begging you, LITERALLY

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31598015

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