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readyplayerhobi · 4 years

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Flower | 35

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 3.7k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Just a soft, fluffy chapter for you all after the angst and smut of the last two haha. Please leave comments and reblog it for me so others can read! Send me asks and so forth, we’re getting close to the endgame here so...I really hope you can spur me on.

; Flower Masterpost

“Ahhhh, I’m so excited!” Hoseok is practically vibrating in the passenger seat as you drive carefully, eyes firmly on the road and watching the car ahead of you. There’s nothing ahead of them but they’re still doing about ten miles less than the speed limit, frustrating you.

You don’t complain though, instead just sigh deeply while rolling your eyes at the slow person. It was hard to truly feel too annoyed though because Hoseok’s enthusiasm was so infectious. Which was why you’d been sporting a smile for most of the morning, thoroughly bemused by his excitement.

The reason for his bubbly demeanour today was because you were officially going to pick up your new puppy. You’d known for a long time that Hoseok wanted a dog; he’d loved them a lot and had always wanted one. But he just hadn’t had the time or space to get one, particularly given his old apartment not being pet friendly.

It had taken some convincing for you to say yes to a dog, mainly because you’d worried how Kasumi might be around another pet and also because you weren’t a huge dog fan. You liked them obviously, but they required so much more work than a cat. As much as Hoseok loved Kasumi though, you knew what he wanted.

The convincing had mainly been that he wouldn’t leave all the taking care of the dog to you. You didn’t want to end up being the only one cleaning up the mess in the yard or walking them, etc. He’d promised that he would care for the dog just as much as you did, maybe even a little more.

It wasn’t like he didn’t help out in the house anyway, he did because you wouldn’t let him not help, but you just didn’t want to get stuck doing all the dog duties when he was the one who wanted it the most. You doubted he would do that as he was pretty good with looking after Kasumi, even though she wasn’t even his. Given this was something he wanted, you had faith that he’d be a good doggy daddy.

The two of you had poured over websites that advertise puppies for sale alongside looking over rescue centres to try and find the best dog for you both. It had been hard to narrow down your requirements as there were some breeds that you just didn’t want to have and Hoseok had his own opinion on some as well. Other important things were that they needed to be okay with cats and being left alone during the day while you were both working.

But you also wanted something energetic when necessary and enjoyed walks. Part of the reason that you’d said yes was that you hoped it would get both of you to start going out on walks to just enjoy nature a little more instead of staying cooped up in the house. You always enjoyed when you’d gone out but it was hard to break your habits.

Your problems had been resolved happily when you’d been told by Hoseok’s parents that his aunt had a dog who had had a litter of puppies recently. They’d bought a female puppy and before they’d been able to get her spayed, she’d, unfortunately, got the attention of the neighbour’s dog. Which meant she’d been way too young to breed and they’d ended up with surprise puppies.

The mom was a working Cocker Spaniel breed with the prettiest colouring; a soft lemon tan and white with the most adorable eyes. The dad was a Bichon, a breed you weren’t too familiar with but who looked pretty cute too. What resulted was called a Cock-a-Chon, the most adorable bundle of fluff you’d ever seen.

Each puppy had the cutest curly fur and was the perfect mix of both their parent’s beautiful faces. They wouldn’t be too large when grown which was good for you both, as neither of you wanted a really big dog or anything. The puppy you’d both chosen was a creamy golden colour and you’d both fallen in love with her as soon as she’d fallen over her feet when running over to you.

Well...you say that you’d chosen her. It was more like she’d chosen Hoseok because he’d immediately ended up with a tiny puppy crawling all over his legs while her tail wagged at such speed you were worried she might hurt it. Needless to say, Hoseok had been completely lost to those sweet black eyes.

It had taken one look at you with equally big and cute eyes that had been earnestly begging to get your agreement. And that had been it. You’d officially known you were going to be collecting her a few weeks after that point and you’d let Hoseok name her, choosing Ciri from the Witcher series.

The time spent in-between that visit and going to bring her home had been spent making sure that the house was puppy-proof. You hadn’t known how to do that but the two of you had done a lot of research, hoping that if she was kept entertained enough then you wouldn’t have to worry about chewing or anything.

Given that Hoseok had been the one to want a dog in the first place, you’d let him run wild with all the stuff he wanted to get for her. There wasn’t any room for argument considering the number of things you’d bought Kasumi over the years and it had been heart-warming to watch Hoseok get so excited over a patterned collar and a personalised name tag on it.

So she had a ridiculous amount of dog toys already, alongside what you were convinced was a mountain of puppy food and treats, those mats to help house train her, two dog beds, a collar, a cage and lots of blankets to go inside it to train her for when neither of you was home. You hadn’t particularly liked the idea of caging her but you’d resolved to make it her safe space where she could go when she was feeling tired or just didn’t want to be bothered instead of punishment or anything.

Honestly, you’d warned Hoseok many times to make sure he didn’t go too overboard and spoil a dog neither of you even had yet.

Quite clearly, it hadn’t worked given how much he’d bought the little puppy. But again, you were loath to put a leash on his enthusiasm for it all. Pun not intended.

He never asked for a whole lot from you, even now with your three-year-anniversary approaching in just a few months. It always felt like you were taking a lot from him and not giving much back, so if he wanted to go wild and buy a lot of stuff for the new puppy then you weren’t going to complain too much.

There was a lot worse to spend his money on. Not to mention the fact that you weren’t even paying for Ciri. His aunt didn’t want to be paid for the puppy given she was going to a family member and she hadn’t even been expecting them at all. From what you knew, the other puppies had been sold for only a hundred dollars each. Just to cover their medical expenses up to that point.

It was a fantastic deal really, but you were mostly just pleased that Hoseok was finally going to get the dog he’d always wanted. He spoiled you often enough so you were revelling in the fact that you got to spoil him in turn.

That thought made you snort with laughter, the very idea of you two fighting not because you were angry but because you were trying to one-up each other with affection and love. You don’t get to see the curious look Hoseok gives you, slight confusion on his face before he shrugs to himself.

“I hope Kasumi will be okay with this.” Whispering the words, you frown slightly as you watch the road ahead. There’s only maybe another five minutes before you’ll both be there, reading to pick up Ciri and take her home but you’re a little worried about your other pet.

Ciri would probably be fine with her, being so young that she’d grow up with the cat as her big sister. But Kasumi had spent a long time with it being just her getting all the attention from you, and Hoseok when he’d entered her life. Not to mention the fact that she could hurt Ciri if they didn’t get on, those sharp claws easily causing harm to the tiny puppy.

“We’ll take it slow. The good thing about cats is that they can take themselves away if they’re not happy. She’s used to Ciri’s scent and we’ve got plenty of treats and toys for her too so she doesn’t feel so left out. We just have to make sure that we don’t let Ciri overwhelm her. She’ll be okay Meeps.” Hoseok reaches out and takes your hand, rubbing at your knuckles in reassurance.

His aunt had sent over some blankets and toys that she’d rubbed all over Ciri, soaking them in the puppy’s scent so that you could introduce it to Kasumi. Hopefully, it would mean that while your beloved cat probably wouldn’t appreciate the exuberance of her new sister but she would at least recognise the smell.

“Is it silly that I’m worrying about stuff like that? I mean...your friends are getting married and having babies but I’m here just concerned that my cat might not like our puppy.” That makes Hoseok snort in amusement, slipping his hand beneath yours to link your fingers together before squeezing.

“Hey...that’s their choice. We’ve chosen to have furbabies instead, nothing wrong with that.” Wrinkling your nose, you indicate to turn right and drive slowly down the street his aunt lives on. It’s a nice area with large houses set back from the road, each one having an equally big drive leading to two-car garages. Tall trees, probably decades old at this point, line along the street with luscious green grass between each one and the dips allowing cars to park.

Much like the rest of Hoseok’s family, his aunt is pretty wealthy. She never had any kids though, living in her beautiful house with her wife and a menagerie of animals. Alongside the cocker spaniel that had gotten pregnant; she also had a chocolate labrador, a black cocker spaniel, a parakeet and three cats. It was your idea of a dream in terms of all the animals but the clean up must be terrible.

Pulling into her driveway, you take in the sight of her house once more in awe. You doubt anyone in your family could ever afford something like this and it still leaves you with a sense of imposter syndrome when you realise just how rich Hoseok’s whole family is.

Thankfully though, he’d never made it an issue.

“Oh my god! Come on! Let’s go.” Hoseok practically squeals, his excitement making him look so young and completely at odds with his metalhead appearance. Snorting, you can’t help but smirk as you turn off the engine as he’s already out of the car. Sighing affectionately, you follow him at a much slower pace.

He’s already vanished into the house by the time you get to the door, his aunt, Miyeon, standing with the door held open and an exasperated look on her face. Smiling at her, you take your shoes off and hand her the bag that you’d prepared earlier with an apologetic look on your face.

“Hi, Auntie! How are you? Oh, I’m good thanks Hoseok, and you?” She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes at you. There’s more than a little fondness in her face and voice though so you’re not too worried that she’s genuinely annoyed at him, smiling a little brighter as you greet her.

“Sorry. He’s excited. It’s been like having a toddler in the car rather than an almost 31-year-old man. Thank you so much though, I know you didn’t want anything for her but I couldn’t just..give you nothing. Hoseok said that you collect wine and I don’t know anything about wine because I don’t drink but-” She interrupts you with a hand on your arm, a smile on her face.

“You didn’t have to. But thank you, I appreciate it. Don’t worry, wine is wine. I’ll enjoy drinking it no matter what, I guarantee you that. Anyway, come on. I’ve baked some cookies for you both. Hobi always used to adore eating them when he was younger; peanut butter, hazelnut and chocolate chips.” Leading you through her home, you can already hear the barking of puppies alongside Hoseok’s joyful laughter.

You don’t even realise you’re smiling until you see yourself in a mirror, your expression light and happy. Who’d have thought that just the sound of someone’s laugh could be such a fulfilling experience?

“Ahhh, so that’s why he likes them. He always asks me to bake those if I’m in that kind of mood. Always thought it was a bit odd as he doesn’t eat anything else with peanut butter, just those. Seemed a strange combination for him to love.” Her kitchen is just as big as the rest of the house, tastefully decorated with all the latest appliances.

You were a little envious of her fridge. It was one of those super fancy Samsung ones where you could see inside without even opening the door thanks to a panel on the front alongside what you could only describe as a tablet embedded into the door. Who needed to watch Netflix on their fridge?

But all you can truly focus on is the delicious scent of freshly baked cookies. Inhaling deeply, you hum and can’t help but wiggle in delight. His aunt laughs, handing one to you and you eat it quickly. They’re not your favourite flavour but you’d never turn down a homemade cookie.

Especially when it was still warm and slightly gooey.

“Go on, go take one to Hoseok. If he’s not gone into a puppy coma or something. Bora is working late tonight so she won’t be home,” She mentions her wife, letting you know that you won’t be seeing her today. “And I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on. Just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

“Are you sure? Do you need any help?” Shaking her head, Miyeon smiles softly at you before suddenly cupping your cheek. Her hands are soft, likely through years of a careful skincare regime, and warm but there’s nothing strange about it. More like she’s just observing you.

“He’s lucked out with you, does he know that?” Snorting, you grin as you move away towards the sound of happy chaos. Looking back at her, you hold the cookie up with pride.

“I try to make sure he realises that at least once a day. Keep him on his toes, you know?” Her laughter follows you out of the kitchen and you marvel at yourself for how bold you’d just been. Your past self would be shocked to see you now, probably confused as to how you feel confident enough to say something so bold.

“Hey, butthead. You didn’t say hello to your aunt. That was rude,” You say to Hoseok, your tone only slightly playful. “Go say hi. Look, she even made you cookies.”

Handing one to him, you note how he’s laid on the floor and is surrounded by all the puppies in the litter. Ciri was going to be the first one to go so her four brothers and sisters were all still here. Small tails were wagging furiously at your arrival and you couldn’t help but giggle as they ran over to you, jumping and standing on Hoseok’s exposed stomach from where his shirt had twisted up and causing him to groan.

“Hello, puppies! Oh, aren’t you so cute!” Cooing to them, you hand the cookie to Hoseok as he sits up with a slight wince. For a minute or so, he just eats and watches you with the little ones as you play with them all, unable to stop smiling as they practically throw their small, furry bodies against you in an attempt for your attention.

“Go say hi!” Hissing slightly, your eyes narrow at Hoseok until he holds his hands up and gets up, heading out of the room to go properly greet his aunt. Once he’s gone, you look at all the puppies with a gleeful expression and sit cross-legged.

“Good, he’s gone. Let’s play!” The last word is loud and sharp while you reach forward, tickling one of them until they fall onto their back, showing their tummy for scratches and yelping enthusiastically. His siblings are barking too, tails hitting you almost painfully from how hard they’re going.

Glancing over at their mom, who’s currently laid in her dog bed with tired eyes, you smile affectionately before crawling over to her and giving her a loving stroke too. She seems to almost let out a deep sigh and you can’t help but laugh, running your fingers through her soft fur.

“Is it tiring, mama? All these babies wanting your attention all the time. I bet you can’t wait for some alone time. You’ve done well though, look how cute they are!” It must be a law somewhere that everyone should take to animals as if they’re human, especially in that voice that’s reserved for cute things.

But her big eyes are full of warmth and her tail wags lazily against the bed at your words, causing a few pups to try and attack it. You can’t help but marvel at how she just doesn’t seem to notice them, letting them do what they want.

“Not long now, they’ll all be going to their new homes soon. I bet you’ll miss them. We’ll bring Ciri by sometimes so you can see her!” The other dogs in the house had been socialised with the puppies for the last few weeks and Choco, the labrador was currently laid out against the couch. He was watching you carefully but for the most part, didn’t seem to be too bothered by all the noise.

You presumed that Bella, the other spaniel, was with Miyeon in her office.

“Okay, I said hello. And apologised,” Hoseok said, sitting down next to you and immediately welcoming two puppies onto his lap. “Sorry, I was rude, you’re right. They’re even cuter than last time.”

Grabbing one of the toys they had, he played with one of them enthusiastically until the puppy seemed to exhaust itself. There was a brief moment where it tried hard to keep up but then the next thing you knew, it was fast asleep on the floor. Laughing, you pointed at it before grinning at Hoseok.

“Oh my god, it’s you when you’re drunk.”

That gets a playful scowl but he just shrugs, reaching over to rub Choco’s ears to make sure he didn’t feel left out by it all. The labrador’s long tail beats against the floor tiredly, almost like he can’t be bothered to do it and you smirk at the sight. No doubt all the animals in the house are feeling a little tired and overwhelmed with all the excitement that’s been happening.

Finally, though, the puppies all seem to lose their energy and start to fall asleep wherever they are. Soon enough, you’re surrounded by bundles of fluff that are all twitching in their sleep, the silence pleasant after all their noise.

Hoseok carefully, and slowly, lifts Ciri into his lap. Her colouring was more cream than the rest of them, the others skewing more towards an almost golden tan. It had been part of the reason he’d named her Ciri. Her character in the show, video game and book series was infamous for her ash-blonde hair.

She doesn’t wake up, even as he takes off the coloured collar that had indicated whose puppy she was and replaces it with the one you’d both bought. The tag clunks loudly against the metal ring, causing you both to pause in fear that you’ve woken the others up but none of them stirs.

Finally, he shuffles back until he’s resting against the couch next to you, Ciri sleeping soundly in his arms and looks at you with a bright grin. The sheer amount of affection and happiness in that expression makes your heart physically ache, causing you to press a hand to it without realising.

“Ahh, we have a dog!” He whispers, eyes dancing as he tilts until he’s leaning heavily against you. His head rests on your shoulder and you smile, kissing his hair and just inhaling deeply. The smell of him always makes you feel content and relaxed, but even more so right now after all the chaos of the puppies for the last fifteen minutes.

“We do. Happy?” Nodding, he looks up at you before carefully reaching and cupping your cheek. His hands are rougher than his aunts, but you lean into the touch happily. There’s a brief pause before he kisses you, the movement soft and gentle with no real pressure. It’s more of an ‘I’m-happy’ kiss than anything else and you reciprocate it with ease.

The two of you stay in comfortable silence after that, just stroking and admiring Ciri for a while with no inclination to move just yet. You didn’t want to take her from her family so soon, even if you were her new family now. She should get to play with them all one last time before she goes.

“God, if you told college Hoseok that in a decade he’d been in a long-term relationship with a job, a house, a car, a dog and a cat...well let’s just say that laughing would have been the politest thing he could have done.”

“You know, I was thinking something like that earlier. I don’t think my old me would even recognise me now. But I think that’s for the better. I like who I am now, where I am now.” Stroking Ciri’s velvet-soft ears, you don’t see the fond smile on Hoseok’s face.

“I love you.” Smiling shyly, you take the chance to lean against him now and rest your head. Gently, you poke at his arm in your silent language, letting him know that you reciprocate before sighing contentedly.

For once, you finally felt completely at ease.

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arrow-guy · 4 years

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The Lighthouse (5/??)

Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.

A/N: This fic just keeps changing a little more each time I go back to it, and it’s kind of great? Hopefully it solidifies soon instead of just being a fun little amorphous blob. Anyway, please enjoy!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing: ThorxReader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Part 4

Thor lays on the couch with Daisy sprawled out along the length of his body. He absentmindedly scratches behind her ears with one hand while holding up a book with the other. When he pauses to turn the page, Daisy huffs because he isn’t paying attention to her anymore. Thor laughs and sets the book on the floor so that he can comb his fingers through the fur on her neck. He scratches her chin and grins when Daisy’s mouth hangs open and her tongue lolls out.

“You’re very beautiful,” he tells her. “Such a radiant smile. Your eyes sparkle like stars.”

Daisy licks his hand and he ruffles the fur along her rib cage.

“It’s almost like she understands exactly what you’re saying,” I comment.

He leans forward and rubs his nose against Daisy’s. “She’s so smart, I’m sure that she does.”

Daisy licks Thor from his chin to his nose and he just laughs.

“Ugh, you guys are adorable.”

Thor glances at me before looking back at Daisy and saying, “I think (Y/N) is feeling neglected.”

He coaxes Daisy off of him and shuffles off the couch over to where I'm propped up against the wall. He bundles me up in his arms and places me in his lap. When I'm right where he wants me, he tucks his face into the crook of my neck and Daisy lays herself on top of us. I laugh and Thor's beard scratches my neck. Daisy pushes herself up to lick my face and I just laugh harder.

“Guys, stop,” I wheeze.

Thor hums and the sound rumbles through his chest like thunder. He says, “But, (Y/N), this is so comfortable. I think Daisy would agree with me if she could speak.”

“Oh, I’m sure she would.” I push Daisy away and she settles against my lap. I scratch all up and down her back and she smiles her doggy smile. “She’s easily persuaded. Especially if there’s treats involved.”

Daisy’s ears perk up and her tail wags at the mention of treats. Thor laughs and I shake my head.

It takes some effort to extract myself from Thor’s arms, but I manage and head to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna start on dinner. Is there anything specific you’d like?” I ask.

He shrugs. “You were talking about chicken pot pie a few days ago. I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.”

I gasp in feigned surprise. “What a travesty. We have to fix that immediately.”

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Always." I pull the veggies, chicken, and pie crust from the fridge. "Could you start chopping the vegetables? I'm going to put the crust in to bake before starting on the filling."

"Of course."

He hauls himself up from the floor and joins me in the kitchen. He washes his hands before washing the carrots and celery. The oven heats as I shape the crust and begin measuring out the flour, oil, pepper, parsley, and thyme. Daisy trots in and sits beside Thor as he chops carrots and waits patiently for him to drop something. I watch him glance down at her and frown when he sees her big, pleading eyes. He slowly slides a slice of carrot across the cutting board and flicks it down to her. Daisy immediately snaps it out of the air and trots off with her prize. He immediately looks guilty as soon as he notices me watching him.

“Sorry,” he says.

“For what? Giving Daisy a healthy treat?” I laugh. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just love watching the way you are with her. She really loves you.”

“You think so?”

“Thor, she sleeps in the same bed as you. She barely does that with me and my dad and I got her when she was a puppy. Believe me when I say this; you are her best friend.” I smile and turn back to my work. "You're mine too, by the way."

I hear him set the knife down. "Oh," he says.

I bite the inside of my cheek and shuffle seasonings around on the counter in front of me. "I know it's only been like three weeks, but I just feel comfortable around you. I trust you and I like talking to you. I just-"

Thor gently places his hand in the small of my back and I jump, startled. I turn to face him, brows pulled together, and frown. His eyes flit over my face as he carefully cups my jaw in his massive hands. My eyes flutter closed as he brushes his lips against mine. I tilt my head slightly in order to press my lips to his, only to abruptly pull back a moment later. I cover my mouth with one hand and drop my forehead to his chest as the realization of what just happened starts to sink in.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “That was inappropriate.”

He begins to pull away, but I grab a handful of his shirt and he stops. He clasps his hands behind my back and waits for me to say something. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut..

“I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“Wha-why?”

“You’re so perfect and I’m...” I sigh. “Inexperienced.”

“That doesn’t matter,” he murmurs. “All that matters is how you feel.”

“How I feel?” My heart pounds in my chest and I lean away from Thor as it becomes harder to breathe. “I feel lightheaded.”

“(Y/N)?”

“I can’t-” My knees give out and I can’t catch myself on anything before I start to fall.

Thor grabs me under my arms and slowly lowers me to the floor. He smooths his hands over my hair and shoulders, quietly asking if I’m alright. I shake my head, unable to explain what’s happening. I grip Thor’s shoulders as the world around me melts away. The scene that unfolds before me definitely isn’t my kitchen and I can’t see Thor anywhere. I can, however, still feel his hands on my face. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope that I’ll be back home when I open them.

“(Y/N)?”

My eyes snap open. “Heimdall?”

An imposing figure slowly appears from the shadows, He has a massive sword strapped to his back and a heavy cloak wrapped around his shoulders. He crouches down in front of me and a few of the locs he hasn’t tied back fall into his face. His eyes are a vibrant yellow gold and cast a striking contrast against his dark skin.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says.

"My pounding headache agrees with you," I mutter.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Thor and I were starting dinner and-" I pause. "You should've been able to see all of it, right?"

"The two of you disappeared from my sight for only a moment. Now you're here."

"But I'm still at home," I protest. "I can feel his hands on my face. I know I'm not actually here!"

"But you are,” he says. “Part of you is, at least."

“But why? How?” I shake my head. “I didn’t do anything.”

“It may not be a matter of doing something. It may be that you were called here by something stronger than any of us.” He leans in slightly. “How is he?”

“He’s good. I just worry that he’s spent too much time around me.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “I don’t want him to experience any kind of Stockholm syndrome or anything.”

He takes a moment to process what I said. Eventually, he shakes his head. “I highly doubt that would be a problem.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He reaches out and places his hand on my arm. “Are you alright?”

“I…I don’t know.” My brows pull together. “Do you think you could see him through my eyes?”

“How so?”

“Well, if I’m both here and there, and you can see everything, maybe there’s a way for you to access whatever magic I might have, and see through my eyes.”

“There’s no telling what that would do to your mind.”

"But isn't it worth the risk? I'm not really useful outside of keeping a roof over his head. If there's any way that I can help, I'm willing to do it."

He frowns. "Are you sure?"

I don't even have to think about it. "Certain."

He sighs and mutters something about humans being 'so stubborn' and I act like I didn't hear anything. "Is he touching you right now?"

"Yes," I say. I can still feel Thor's warm hands against my cheeks.

"Place my hands exactly there," Heimdall instructs. "And mirror the placement on me."

"I'll be touching Thor, then. Are we just forming some kind of magic circuit?"

Heimdall nods. "If this works it will reduce the strain on your body."

"Alright." I place Heimdall's hands on my face and reach out to do the same to him. I don't feel his beard, but Thor's instead. I run my thumb over his cheek and I feel Thor press his face into my hand.

"Are you ready?"

I nod. "I can feel him," I murmur. "He's there."

"Close your eyes." I do as he says. “Clear your mind and…”

My eyes open of their own volition and everything that I can see feels very far away. Thor sits in front of me, deep furrow between his brows. I can see his lips moving but I can barely hear what he’s saying. I open my mouth to speak, but the voice that comes out isn’t mine. Surprise flashes across Thor’s face and my grip on his face tightens when he jerks back.

Heimdall’s voice flows from my mouth, telling Thor to calm down before he explains what’s happening. Thor slowly relaxes as Heimdall continues to speak with him. Thor asks about Loki and doesn’t get an answer that he likes. Sound fades away completely and I’m left to watch as Thor and Heimdall speak privately. Everything blends together and I don’t know how much time passes before sound filters through my consciousness again. Before I can fully hear again, Heimdall asks Thor something that makes his eyes go wide, but his expression soon softens and he traces his thumb across my cheekbone.

Thor nods and says, “Yes.”

Heimdall’s deem hum rumbles through my chest in response, and he says, “I see.”

“Could I have her back?” Thor asks.

"Have more faith in yourself, (Y/N)," Heimdall says, just for me to hear, and then any sign of him is gone.

All of my energy is gone, and without Heimdall's magic to support me, I feel myself begin to topple backwards. Thor's arms circle around me before I can hit the linoleum.

I look up at him and smile weakly. “Well, that was exciting.”

"That was foolish," he admonishes. "You don't know what that much power could have done to you."

"You and Heimdall were able to speak," I mumble. "Seems worth the risk."

Thor shakes his head and holds me to his chest. "Not to me. Not if it means losing you."

I curl my arms against my chest. “I’m fine,” I whisper.

“You’re not. You nearly collapsed not five minutes ago. I’d say that’s cause enough for concern.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I sigh and push away from his body. “I just… I want to help you, and I don’t know how.”

“You’ve already done more than I could ever ask of someone in your position.”

“I just wish I could do more, and what Heimdall and I were able to do? That felt like more. It felt like progress.” I press my lips together. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He just nods and helps me to my feet. With one arm around my waist, he walks me from the kitchen to the living room and sits me at one end of the couch before sitting at the other end. I fiddle with the hem of my sweater, trying to figure out what to say. Eventually, Thor sighs and shifts slightly forward.

“Heimdall mentioned that you’re worried that I’m spending too much time with you.”

“Maybe I am.” I pick at the skin around my fingernails. “I mean… why else would you kiss me?”

“How would that change anything?” he asks. “You’re not holding me hostage, (Y/N). I could leave if I wanted to.”

“Then why stay?”

“Because I like you,” he says. “I like being here, with you. Heimdall sent you to find me, but that doesn’t mean he tricked me into enjoying your company.”

My brows pull together. “I guess I just don’t understand, though. I’m human. I don’t see what I could have to offer you.”

“I’d say the same of myself. I’m not an ideal partner, to say the least.” He shuffles closer to me on the couch and reaches out to stop my fidgeting hands. “I’m rarely on Earth for very long, and when I am I’m with the Avengers. I’m overbearing, at times, and regularly disregard people’s need for personal space.”

“I’m hearing a silent ‘but’ in that explanation.”

“But I do know that I care about you, (Y/N). You are quick witted and kind and selfless at the worst times. You dropped everything to help me and opened your home to me when you didn’t have to.” He turns one of my hands over and traces his fingers across the palm. “I know that you’re a reserved person, and with the way I’ve seen people in this town treat you, I can’t say that I blame you, but you’re open with me. And I have to hope that counts for something.”

"Of course it does. I just don't…" I bite my lip. "I don't know what to do. Of course I'm attracted to you. Who wouldn't be? You're handsome and gentle and kind and way smarter than anyone gives you credit for. But I'm not good at this. The friendship part, I'm a pro at. But when it comes to serious feelings, it's like the instructions were completely left out of my manual."

"I understand."

"I just need to go slow." I press my lips together and finally meet his eyes. "You're wonderful and attentive, but I need more time for the connection that you seem to already feel."

He smiles. "Is that a yes?"

"A conditional one, but yeah." He grins and I can't help smiling. "Don't get too excited. When I say slow, I mean it. Glacially so. Like, tectonic-plates-shifting, kind of slow."

“You don’t have to warn me,” he says. “I understand.”

“Thank you.” The quiet of the house suddenly hits me and my brows pull together. “Where’s Charles?”

Thor frowns. “Where’s Daisy?”

We sit silently, listening for any skitter of claws or patter of small feet against the hardwood floors. The entire lighthouse is dead quiet for nearly five minutes before we hear a crash somewhere upstairs, followed by a yowl and a round of barking. My eyes go wide and Thor and I immediately jump up from the couch to investigate. We scramble up the stairs, searching for the pets.. We relax only when we find Charles and Daisy huddled together under my desk and my rolling chair overturned on the floor.

Thor steps into the room and picks up the chair before crouching in front of the desk and coaxing Daisy and Charles out. Daisy shuffles out and Thor pats the top of her head. Charles, on the other hand, is a little more spooked. Thor does his best, but Charles refuses to leave the safety of the desk. I watch for a moment longer before I place a hand on Thor’s shoulder and lower myself to the floor.

Charles perks up when I extend my hand to him and lifts his nose to smell the air.

“Come on, bud,” I murmur. “The big bad chair’s not gonna get you.”

He crawls halfway to me and stops before he bolts for my lap. He pushes up on his hind legs and practically crawls onto my shoulder. I hug him up against my chest and laugh when he starts to purr. Daisy lays herself across Thor’s lap and I rest my head against his shoulder. It suddenly hits me how late it is. At this point, it's to late to make chicken pot pie. I sigh and try to figure out what to make for dinner.

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Izuku’s Feud with the Yakuza

Another addition to my Villain!Izuku AU. For Villain Month day 11. The prompt is redemption, but I think I used the prompt very liberally... BTW this is the second time I’ve posted this section, I wasn’t able to format the original correctly, and my computer complained every time I tried to edit it to add links.

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It all started with what was supposed to be an easy robbery.

Izuku had noticed a certain casino with an unusual security system. He’d suspected that it had some less-than-legal activities going on behind closed doors, but didn’t consider the implications of that until it was too late.

A couple of days before they planned to rob the casino, Toga had stealthily extracted blood from a random businessman. It was just a small syringe, small enough that the target wouldn’t notice what the girl who bumped into him was doing, but large enough to get the blood Toga would need for 2 hours of transformation.

Now, Toga was walking towards the seedy casino disguised as the businessman, pretending that she was stressed and wanted to gamble.

“Just got my paycheck, now all I need is to play the odds and I’ll get enough to retire!” She gruffly told the man in line behind her.

“I thought I told her to stay inconspicuous,” Izuku said even though there was no way for Toga to hear him. “We don't want them to notice anything is different, and we definitely don’t want them paying attention to her.”

“She’ll be fine,” Uraraka insisted. “Toga’s used to this kind of stuff.”

“I know, I know.” Izuku said. “Just remind me to get her some inconspicuous communication device for her to wear so I can give her instructions when she’s on missions like this.”

Dabi raised his eyebrows. “You mean like a cell phone? We’re already using that.”

He was right. The audio Izuku was currently hearing came from Toga’s phone, which she had called Izuku with before they started. Izuku’s phone was currently on mute.

“I mean like an earpiece,” Izuku explained. “I may make one hidden as an earring, but I’d prefer one that was either invisible or flesh-colored.”

Around that time, Toga wandered into the casino and started to scope out the place. Izuku had told her to find the security room, where all the security and bank information would be. There wasn’t a door directly in the back, but there was a side door that wasn’t as well decorated as the other doors, so she decided to start with that one.

The door opened to stairs leading down. Toga followed the stairs to the bottom, where she saw a crowd of people surrounding a large metal cage. She couldn’t see what was going on, but there were a lot of growling sounds. To the side, she saw several dogs packed into too-small cages, covered in matted fur, flees, and blood.

Poor puppies. They look so cute covered in blood, but they also look miserable, Toga thought. I’ll ask Izuku if I could release them as a distraction.

On the other side of the room, she saw another door. None of the patrons where passing through it, but she did see a security guard use a keycard to open it.

Bingo.

Near a side wall, Toga found a broom closet. She grabbed one of the brooms and went to linger in the shadows on one side. After a few minutes, another security guard came her way.

As soon as he’d passed her, Toga hit him on the head with the broom handle. Swiftly, she caught the unconscious guard and dragged him into the broom closet, shutting the door behind her.

It was a cramped, dark space, but at least it was private.

She pulled out her phone to give Izuku and update. “I’ve knocked out one of the security guards. I’ll take some of his blood and his security card, which should let me in the back room.”

On his end, Izuku turned off mute. “Good job. Find some way to clear out the room, then put us on speaker.”

“I will,” She confirmed.

Toga emptied the contents of her fake-clothes pockets, including a trusty pocket knife. She used the knife to make a small cut in the guard’s arm. Several drops of blood decorated the cut, and she was quick to lap them up.

A few moments later, Toga left the broom closet, now looking like a security guard in this place. She easily slipped the security card in the slot and opened the door to a room filled with computers.

Two other security guards were watching monitors in the room. Well, no big deal.

Toga pretended to be relieved. “I’m so glad I found you guys! The boss is upstairs, he wants to speak to you.”

The two others looked up with wide eyes. “Overhall is here?” one asked.

Toga had no idea who that was, but nodded anyway.

The other security guard stood up. “Come on Kaname, I’ll show you to the private rooms. I only hope that he’s in a forgiving mood.”

Once the two had left the room, Toga sat down at one of the monitors and pulled out her phone.

“Okay Izuku, you’re on speaker,” she said after putting it on speaker.

“Good. Put the flashdrive I gave you in any of the desktops. If there are multiple computers there, you may have to try several, but I’ll be able to check each of them individually.”

Toga took the flashdrive out and did as she was asked. Shortly afterwards, the mouse on her monitor started moving on its own, bypassing passwords and opening programs all over the place.

Izuku’s tech skills are really great, Toga thought.

Eventually, Izuku spoke through the phone once again. “Okay, I’ve found the accounts. Let me just transfer the money, shouldn’t take more than a minute. By the way, do you know anything about these “kennels” that have cameras?”

“Oh, that must be for the doggies being kept here. That reminds me, can I try to free them as a distraction before I get away?”

“Did you say that there are dogs being kept there?” Uraraka asked. “Why would they…”

“They were all covered in blood, but looked really miserable. Can I, Izuku?” Toga asked again.

“Dogfighting,” Izuku said. He sounded like he was seething, something she’d only seen him do around Shigaraki before. “That’s what they’re doing behind closed doors. Don’t worry Toga, we’ll help the dogs escape. I think I can unlock their cages from here.”

“Yay!” Toga said. She spun around in her chair, which led to her eyes catching something on the floor in the corner of the room. “Hey guys? I think I found a safe.”

“What kind of safe is it?” Izuku asked.

Toga walked over to the safe and kneeled down. “Just a standard turning dial. Should I try to open it?”

“Leave it. We don’t know the combination, and I don’t want you to make noise trying to break it.”

Toga looked at a little slip of yellow she saw on the side of the safe. “There’s a sticky note here with the number 5, 15, 25 on it.”

“...In that case, go ahead and try it.”

Toga tried it. The safe opened.

“Well, there’s a few stacks of cash in here, as well as a gun with amo. Want me to take it all?”

“Wow, yeah, please do.”

Toga grabbed an empty briefcase from the floor and started shoving the money in it. “You got it, Izuku.”

“Good. Okay, the money has finished transferring. I’m going to open the kennels in a moment. Get the flashdrive, get out quickly, and take the long way to our hideout. Got it?”

Toga closed the briefcase, stood up, and grabbed her phone. “Got it.”

Outside the door, she could hear the clang of metal, followed by loud barks and screams. She pulled out the flashdrive and calmly power-walked out of the casino. When she passed the broom closet, she stealthily dropped the access card so her victim could find it later.

She got away scot-free, or so they thought.

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The next day, Izuku pulled out the new gun and ammo Toga had brought back. He wanted to sit on their new funds for a couple of days, but Toga had demanded a present for completing the job, so he gave her some cash to go shopping. Spinner had decided to join her and get some fresh air. Dabi had gone out to find another place they could make their hideout, since Izuku didn’t want to stay in someplace that All For One technically owned any longer than necessary. The only people still in the hideout were Uraraka and Izuku.

Izuku studied the gun. It was very similar to what he was used to: semi-automatic pistol with 12 in the clip and 1 in the chamber. The bullet size wasn’t the 9mm he used with his usual gun, so he’d have to keep a couple on hand to compare when he restocked. Still, there were enough in the box that once he’d loaded the clip half the box was still left.

He pushed the clip in and made sure the safety was on before walking away with the gun. “Uraraka, I’m going to shoot in the basement,” he shouted to the only other person in the house.

Uraraka looked up from the computer she’d been watching videos on. “Oh, okay. Want me to come with you?”

Izuku shook his head. “It’ll be loud, and all I’m doing is shooting at tin cans. Not the most interesting training, to be honest.”

Uraraka shrugged. “If you say so.”

Izuku descended the steps to the basement. He wasn’t sure why this particular warehouse had a basement, especially one this big, but he was grateful for it. The basement stretched out far beyond the boundaries of the building and probably even several blocks, giving Izuku a long concrete tunnel that suited him just fine as a shooting gallery.

He’d already set up makeshift targets from old tin cans about 10 feet from the entrance, so all he had to do was aim and shoot.

Bang!

The first bullet missed, significantly to the right of the target. Izuku was about to shoot another round, but he noticed some discoloration on the ground where the bullet hit.

He walked up to the target. The trajectory of the bullet was marked by a deep read, similar to blood. The bullet had traveled quite a distance, but it wasn’t hard for Izuku to find it on the ground several feet from the target. The bullet had split along the sides and squished on impact, opening up like a metallic flower.

Along the splits, Izuku found a thick, red liquid.

It it is blood, Toga will be able to tell.

Izuku decided to store the bullet in a plastic bag so Toga could look at it later. He was walking up the stairs to store it when he heard a loud noise from upstairs.

Izuku ran up to see what was going on.

Two men were standing in the entranceway, having thrown the front door off its hinges. They were both wearing plague masks. One was a large wall of muscles with long white hair. The other had black hair, but didn’t look particularly imposing. Izuku knew enough about the world of villains to know the smaller man was probably the greater threat, especially with his air of superiority.

Uraraka was standing in front of the unexpected guests. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “Who do you think you are?”

The smaller man spoke first. “I am Overhaul, the leader of the Eight Precepts of Death.”

Izuku had heard that name before and laughed. “The Yakuza? Come on, you don’t seriously think anyone is scared of you gangsters anymore!”

Overhaul’s eyes jumped to Izuku and narrowed. “You’re going to regret that. We originally came for retribution and to return the items you stole from our casino, but now you’ve insulted our honor.”

Izuku only rolled his eyes and laughed harder. “You really need to increase your security there, by the way. A sticky note with the lock combination right next to the safe? Really?”

Overhaul turned to his companion. “Kendo, teach him a lesson.”

Kendo, the larger man, nodded. “Sure thing, boss.”

Kendo took off running towards Izuku, but he only took a couple of steps before Uraraka flew towards him and knocked him back. Her air-powered jet shoes shot both her and Kendo into the opposite wall.

Izuku was glad he’d gotten her into the habit of wearing her support equipment all the time, even when resting.

A single hand hold followed by throwing the large man into the air ensured that Uraraka had the upper hand in the fight. It was hard for people with physical quirks to attack with zero gravity.

“Tck,” Overhaul turned to Izuku again. “I’ll just do it myself then.” He then took off running towards Izuku.

Shit, Izuku realized. I have no idea what their quirks are.

He turned and led his attacker to the other side of the room. Overhaul followed, gradually gaining distance. Considering how much Izuku had trained this was rather impressive, but not impressive enough to be his quirk.

When Overhaul was a few seconds from touching Izuku, he snagged Toga’s favorite pillow from a nearby bed and blocked Overhaul’s touch with it.

The pillow scattered into a million fragments, feathers and threads flying everywhere and hindering both fighter’s views. Izuku took the opportunity to jump on top of a table and climb up a shelf just out of Overhaul’s reach.

It’s a good thing he did, since a few seconds later the pillow miracuously came together again.

“Ah, so that’s how your quirk works,” Izuku said. “You’re able to deconstruct and reconstruct things you touch, correct?”

Overhaul glared at Izuku. “Yes, but you should know that’s not my only trick.”

Quick as a flash, Overhaul pulled a gun out of his jacket and fired at Uraraka. Right after impact, she fell.

“URARAKA!”

“Don’t worry, she should recover with time.” Overhaul said.

Izuku didn’t care. He’d forgotten until now, but he was still holding the new gun. Without thinking, he fired it at Overhaul.

It missed the heart by a wide margin, but still hit the Yakuza boss’s side.

Overhaul winced in pain, but surged forward to touch the shelf Izuku was standing on.

Nothing happened.

Overhaul raised his eyebrows. “Oh? So you’re already using those bullets?”

Izuku had no idea what he was talking about, but pretended he did and said, “Yes. They’re very useful.”

Overhaul gave Izuku a calculating gaze.

“Oi! What happened here? Get away from my friends!”

A flash of blue flames shot across the room and forced Overhaul to back away.

Dabi was standing in the destroyed entranceway, looking as effortlessly casual as usual.

Overhaul’s eyes shifted between Izuku, Uraraka (who had started to stand up again), Dabi, and Kendo. He must have realized he’d lost the advantage.

“Kendo, we’re leaving.”

“But Boss, I wanted to rough them up more!” Kendo said.

“You’ll get another chance,” Overhaul said, “But for now, we have more important things to do.”

Izuku couldn’t resist the urge to snort.

Overhaul gave him one last look. “You’re getting away with it now, but don’t you dare consider stealing from the Eight Precepts of Death again. You will regret it.”

He then turned and led Kendo out the door, brushing shoulders with Dabi on the way out.

Once they were out of sight, Izuku climbed down from the shelf.

“I’m gone for a few hours and you guys manage to get in a fight,” Dabi said. “Seriously, who were those thugs?”

“The Eight Precepts of Death, the Yakuza organization that owned the casino from yesterday,” Izuku explained.

Dabi sighed. “Only you could accidentally piss off he Yakuza. I thought those organizations had lost power with the age of quirks?”

“You and me both,” Izuku walked over where Uraraka was clutching her calf. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad, at least, I think.” Uraraka said, biting her lip “It’s just a graze, but something still feels off…” She leaned down and touched her shoes. “My quirk… It’s not getting lighter. I think my quirk stopped working!”

Izuku frowned. That was worrying, but might explain why Overhaul wasn’t able to finish the job after Izuku shot him. If the bullets these Yakuza used were the same as the ones Toga picked up yesterday, then Overhaul must have lost his quirk when Izuku shot him. The fact that Overhaul didn’t seem too worried about this meant that Uraraka was probably going to be okay eventually.

“Come on, let’s get that bandaged up.” Izuku lead her over to the couch. “Dabi, did you find a new place?”

“Yeah, there’s an old house for sale about 10 minutes from here. It’s not in the best shape, but should only cost us about half of what we got from the casino job,” Dabi explained. “I guess you want to move sooner rather than later?”

“Yes. I’ll move the money through a couple of dummy accounts to make sure they can’t trace it, but we should be able to buy the new place by this evening.” Izuku said, pulling out some bandages to wrap up Uraraka’s leg.

“Well, you should make sure they can’t track us there with whatever they used to find us here,” Dabi said. He noticed the box of bullets on the table. “Hey, are those from yesterday?”

Izuku looked at what Dabi was talking about. “Yes. I was trying out the gun this morning, but I’m starting to think there’s something special about those bullets.”

Dabi emptied the box onto the table. Bullets rolled around the table and fell on the floor, but Dabi was only interested in the empty box.

He shoved the empty bullet box under Izuku’s nose. “Doesn’t that look like an electronic tracker?”

A small red light was blinking at the bottom of the box. There wasn’t much encasing it, but it should be enough for a little circuitry.

Izuku scowled. “You’re right. Do me a favor and destroy it?”

A puff of blue flames later and it was done.

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Izuku had planned a while ago on meeting with a local support gear supplier to refill Uraraka’s air canisters, order more syringes for Toga, and get more bullets for himself. However, the morning after they moved hideouts he didn’t start the meeting with any of those requests.

Instead, he slapped a wad of cash on the table. “I’ll give you all this right now if you can tell me the location of the Eight Precepts of Death’s headquarters.

The supplier raised an eyebrow, but was more than happy to provide that information.

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“You know, all this sneaking around is more of Toga’s thing,” Dagi said. “Why didn’t we bring her?”

“She wanted to look after Uraraka,” Izuku reminded him. “Besides, we shouldn’t need her quirk for this.”

About a week after the confrontation with Overhaul in the old warehouse, Uraraka had gotten her quirk back but still wasn’t in fighting shape. Izuku would never say how relieved he was when she made her blanket float by accident, but getting shot in the leg would put her out of condition for a while longer. Toga had felt so guilty for not checking for trackers when she brought stuff home, so she’d gone above and beyond to make Uraraka’s recovery as comfortable as possible.

Izuku, though, had thrown himself into getting revenge on the Eight Precepts of Death and Overhaul. A few innocent questions to the local small-time villains and Izuku had gathered plenty of information on both the major members and their business practices. Apparently they were trying to dominate the underground again using drugs that enhanced and removed quirks, and held a monopoly on both quirk enhancers and the quirk-erasing bullets.

To be honest, it kind of reminded Izuku of how All For One had maintained a stranglehold on villain society for so many years by taking and giving quirks as he saw fit. Izuku knew how much power that could potentially bring, and wanted to make sure the Yakuza couldn't keep it.

Or, better yet, he wanted to take it for himself.

That was why Dabi, Spinner, and Izuku were here now, sneaking into the Eight Precepts of Death’s compound. Toga had given all three of them training on hiding their presence, so they should be able to slip in undetected and destroy the supply of drugs and special bullets. Hopefully they'd get some critical manufacturing equipment as well. Even better, Izuku was hoping to take pictures of their bullet-making process so he could reverse-engineer it.

Spinner, who had been crawling on the ceiling until now, dropped down in front of Izuku and Dabi. “There’s a door to the left,” he whispered.

Izuku nodded. “Let’s check it out.”

Just around the corner where spinner had said, Izuku found a closed door. It wasn’t locked. He opened it, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

It was a little girl’s room. Izuku had expected to find a stockpile of weapons, drugs, or the labs they’d use to make those things. Instead, he saw a rainbow painting, dolls strewn all over the floor, and a pink bed.

On the bed, a little girl with a horn looked at Izuku with fear in her eyes.

“A-are you… Is he…” The girl was trembling, but tried to voice her question. “Does he need to unmake and remake me again?”

Unmake and remake? Izuku wondered. That sounds like Overhaul’s quirk...

Suddenly, what she was saying clicked in Izuku’s mind.

“Dabi, Spinner, go on ahead. Take pictures of anything you think I’d be interested in, and destroy any stockpiles you can find.” He said.

Izuku heard the two of them leave, but didn’t take his eyes off the girl. He walked slowly towards her, holding out his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’m not with Overhaul,” he said. “My name’s Izuku, what’s yours?”

The girl looked at his hand wearily and didn’t move. Eventually, her quiet voice said, “I’m Eri.”

Izuku gave her a comforting smile. “Hello Eri. Do you mind if I sit next to you?”

Eri did not respond, so Izuku went ahead and sat on the bed.

“Does Overhaul unmake and remake you a lot?” he asked.

Eri looked down at her hands, but eventually nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure it must be painful.” Izuku reached a comforting hand out and gave her a one-armed hug.

Surprisingly, Eri didn’t flinch. She actually started to lean into his arm some more.

“Do you want to leave here?”

Eri looked up at Izuku in surprise. “I.. Can I leave?”

Izuku gave her a comforting smile. “If you want, I can take you away from here. There’s already five people in one house so it might not be as comfortable as you’re used to, but at least Overhaul won’t hurt you anymore.”

Eri clutched his hand, holding onto it with more strength than he thought her small body could muster. Her eyes were wide with hope. “Please, please, please! I don’t want to be unmade anymore!” She was on the edge of sobbing.

Izuku held her close, shushing her. Looking at Eri, he couldn’t help but remember when he was young and All For One had just taken him in. Did he tremble in fear as much as Eri?

No, he probably hadn’t. All For One hadn’t been actively torturing him.

Izuku tightened her arms around Eri and lifted her off the bed. She was so light, Izuku suspected she’d been malnourished.

“Try to be quiet,” he whispered. “I don’t want anyone to notice what I’m doing.”

Eri nodded and put a finger to her lips, the universal symbol for “quiet.”

And so, Izuku walked out of the Eight Precepts of Death’s facility with a little girl in tow, leaving Dabi and Spinner to destroy the drugs and bullets.

For some reason, they weren’t able to find the process to make quirk-destroying bullets.

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“Aw, aren’t you the cutest thing!” Uraraka squealed at the sight of Eri.

Dabi, on the other hand, gave Izuku a hard look. “Izuku, why did you have to take her home?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Aw, Dabi, you’re just jealous that she’s so cute!” Toga said.

“Umm…” Eri fidgeted with her nightgown. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a burden…”

“No, no, no you’re not a burden!” Uraraka said. “Dabi’s just being a stick in the mud. By the way, it doesn't look like Izuku brought any of your clothes with you. Would you like to get some new clothes?”

Eri fiddled with her nightgown some more. “If you want.”

“Hm… you can’t go to the store in that nightgown…” Toga considered. “Oh, I’ve got it! Eri, come with me real quick.”

Toga led the tiny girl up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Once the girl was out of earshot, Izuku turned to Dabi. “Overhaul has been using his quirk on her. Regularly destroying her body and putting it back together. I couldn’t leave here there.”

“I see,” Dabi suddenly turned away from Izuku. “Well, there’s also the fact that she’s a kid growing up in the ‘care’ of a villain organization…”

“Dabi!” Uraraka hissed.

Izuku couldn’t figure out what they were implying, but before he could ask Toga returned with Eri.

“Ta-da!” Toga said, showing off Eri dressed in a black t-shirt that was so much bigger than her it worked like a dress.

Izuku recognized the design. “Isn’t that my shirt?”

“Well, you’re not using it right now,” Uraraka said. “Besides, it looks so much better than that ratty nightgown.”

Eri shuffled over to Uraraka, apparently to show off her clothes. Something made her trip and hit Urarak’s hurt leg.

“Ugh!” Uraraka grunted in pain from the impact.

Eri immediately jumped back. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Oh, no, it’s fine sweety,” Uraraka assured her, sitting up from the couch. “It was an accident, after all…”

Uraraka froze. Something was different. She unwrapped the bandages around her leg. The wound was completely gone.

Somehow, Eri’s bump had healed her.

“Wow Eri! You have a healing quirk?” Toga asked.

“N-no, that’s not it.” Eri was trembling again. “It’s dangerous. I ‘rewind’ people, and it can make people completely disappear by accident…”

“Well, that just means you need to learn to control it,” Uraraka said.

Eri was close to tears now. “But I can’t control it. The only person who can control it is Overhaul, when he uses me to cleanse the world of quirks…”

Izuku’s breath caught. Is she saying…?

Swiftly, Izuku kneeled down so he was eye level with her. “Eri, your quirk is your power, nobody else’s. Overhaul won’t touch you again, and I know you’ll figure out how to control it with time.”

“But… But what if I hurt someone?” Eri asked.

“We’ll be careful, and I’ll help you get a handle on it. Okay?” Izuku said, patting her on the head.

Eri still looked concerned, but didn’t protest.

“Hey Uraraka, since you’re doing better, how about you take Eri and Toga shopping? She needs clothes, after all.” Izuku said.

“Right! That’s a wonderful idea,” Uraraka said, bolting up off the couch. “Come on you two!”

“Yay! It's a girls-only outing!” Toga cheered, taking Eri’s hand and following Uraraka out the door.

With the girls gone, Dabi and Spinner went to their rooms to catch up on sleep. Izuku though, grabbed a particular gun and the corresponding bullets and walked down to the old hideout where his shooting gallery was still set up.

One by one, Izuku emptied clip after clip of the quirk-erasing bullets. They destroyed the cans and stained the whole place red, but Izuku just kept shooting until the last bullet made from a little girl’s suffering had been spent.

This was his redemption.

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The next day, the Mustafu police force received an anonymous tip about the source of illegal quirk enhancing and erasing drugs. They forwarded this information to the Nighteye agency, where All Might’s successor was still interning. This prompted a raid on the Eight Precepts of Death’s facility, where the hero LeMillion defeated the villain Overhaul.

The public at large didn’t think too much of this, but Mirio and Sir Nighteye both thought it was too convenient, especially since none of the Yakuza and tried to use their quirk-erasing bullets. They asked to interrogate Overhaul about this, and the police granted their request.

“Someone took the child. My guess is that green-haired kid with a smart mouth, but I can’t say for sure,” Overhaul said in response to questioning.

"The child?" Mirio asked.

"What green-haired kid?" Nighteye asked instead.

Overhaul scratched the side of his face. "The girl is none of your concern, but if you must know she's the Boss's granddaughter. Now for the green-haired kid, he's apparently the leader of a new small-time group of villains. I don't know his name, and I wouldn't have even concerned myself with him if he hadn't stolen some quirk-erasing bullets from me. He didn't even seem to realize what he'd done, but still made himself a nuisance."

"You still haven't explained what this has to do with your lack of resources," Nighteye pressed.

Mirio want to ask about the girl again, but let his mentor take the lead.

"A few days ago someone broke into our facility and destroyed our entire stash of bullets and drugs. They burned them and scattered the ashes so even I couldn’t reonstruct them. They also took the only source I had for the quirk-erasing bullets. I investigated, and found out that some green-haired boy had been asking about our operations. His description matched someone I’d recently caught stealing from our legitimate businesses, so I planned to track him and his gang down, but you showed up first.”

“You say this boys took your source for the quirk-erasing bullets. Is it possible he’ll try to create his own?” Nighteye asked.

“I doubt it. But if he does, well, that’s your problem isn’t it?” Overhaul responded.

“Would you be willing to tell us what you know about the green-haired boy and his gang?” Mirio asked, “If nothing else, so we can save the girl.”

Overhaul gave Mirio a calculating stare for a few moments. “I’ve only seen three of them. I don’t know what the green-haired boy’s quirk is, but he is skilled with a pistol and has a deep understanding of the underworld and how it works. He’s got this brunette girl in his group, and her quirk somehow lets her and the people she’s fighting float. The last one I only saw a glimpse of, but his body was covered in burn scars that may have been because by his blue-flame quirk. Is that good enough for you?”

“It’s a decent start,” Nighteye said. “Mirio, let’s go.”

As they walked through the walls of Tartarus, Mirio turned to Nighteye. “Did you get enough information?”

“Not even close. Overhaul is definitely hiding something,” Nighteye pulled out his phone and started texting his sidekicks. “There’s a good chance we’ll learn more if we can find that green-haired kid and figure out if he really did destroy the stash and steal the source of those bullets.”

“And the girl?” Mirio asked.

“Again, we need to find the green-haired kid before we can judge.” Nighteye suddenly stopped, a look of shock on his face. “Mirio, did you notice how Overhaul started talking about the girl but quickly changed to talking about the source of the bullets?”

Mirio's heart sunk. “You think that’s because they’re the same thing?”

Nighteye started walking faster. “I don’t know for sure, but we have to find that green-haired boy.”

Unfortunately, the Nighteye Agency’s investigation on this matter proved fruitless for about a month. The most they got were a few rumors about a kid collecting support gear, but they never led anywhere.

That is, until a green-haired boy introduced himself and his friends to the world by attacking Endeavour.

#villain month 2019 #mha villain au #bnha #overhaul #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #abuse tw #guns tw #violence tw #myfanfic

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popatochisssp · 5 years

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Fur a Good Time, Call... 1/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader Chapter Warnings: animal cruelty, entirely off-screen and non-graphic

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can't imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You've got a lot of love to give!

You're just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who's been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can't resist investigating...

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Prologue - Curiosity

You weren’t quite sure what to make of the new guy.

When your boss had bullied you into using some of your vacation days, you hadn’t been thrilled. You’d protested, actually—you didn’t have anywhere you wanted to go and no social life to speak of, and the animals needed you!

There was always so much to be done at the shelter and you prided yourself as one of their most dedicated full-timers. If there was a dog needing a walk or a cat screaming for some dinner, you were right there with a smile (and some silly baby-talk), ready to take care of it.

Pets were your passion and nothing made you happier than to help out the ones that hadn’t found their forever-homes just yet.

But…maybe you were working a bit too hard. As the shelter manager was quick to point out, you were going on three years without a full day off and no matter how much you loved the work, burnout was a thing that happened to people and not something she wanted to happen to her best worker.

Flattery: your Achilles’ heel.

She insisted on a break, no less than a week, and since you were so worried about the animals, she’d even try to get a couple extra volunteers to keep things covered while you were out.

You caved in and had a frustratingly great week at home doing absolutely nothing and then went back to work where the same amount of nothing had caught fire in your absence.

Everything was totally fine, great even, thanks to the irreproachable work of the newest volunteer your manager had dug up.

“hey. where’d you want these again?”

You turned, jumping just a little when you came face to sternum with the man himself. He was staring down at you from his considerable height, his single brick-red eye large and glowing as he waited for your answer… probably about the three pallets of kibble he had slung over his shoulder.

“Oh! You can just put those over by the dog room, I’ll take it from there.” You smiled at him, hoping you looked friendly. “Thanks for getting them, I can never reach without the step-ladder!”

He just shrugged. “s’cool. i got it.”

And then he was off, moving far quieter than you thought a skeleton of his massive size should be able to.

Then again, it’s not like you knew many skeletons: it was just Sans.

Monsters had come up to the surface only a year ago: creatures of magic emerging from the depths of the earth like out of a fantasy novel, but all too real. Humanity was collectively horrified and demanded an immediate response to their arrival, governments from all over the world snapping into action faster than any bureaucracy had moved in centuries.

And you were so proud of your dumb species for the first time in a long time.

The appalling conditions of the Underground and the hunched and broken bodies of the monsters who emerged from it had triggered a visceral, emotional response in nearly everyone who saw them. In an outpouring of pity and compassion, monsters were quickly granted legal rights, facilitated access to very necessary health care both physical and psychological, and even regular stipends from relief fund donations to help them establish stable lives.

It was true humanitarianism at its finest, people banding together to right a terrible wrong and it warmed your heart to see it happen. There were dissenters, of course, bigots here and there who thought monsters were evil and should’ve died Underground, especially after…what was done to the humans who had fallen down there….

But Queen Undyne, the monster monarch had taken full responsibility for all of those deaths already. Even now, she was serving out her prison sentence for it so it wasn’t as if justice wasn’t being done just because her people weren’t locked up with her.

You may not have known all the details but you didn’t think you needed to and your opinion was one shared by the majority: humans put them down there and humans should make it better. Monsters were owed at least that much.

Even in spite of the government money they were receiving, the grateful monsters who were physically able seemed quite happy to return the kindness given to them, entering the human workforce wherever they could and giving back as productive members of their new society.

That was the category that seemed to best fit Sans.

When you’d first come back to work, he’d been… a little bit of a shock, to say the least. Going to say hi to all the cats you hadn’t seen in days and finding a towering and frankly terrifying death-omen standing silently amongst them had actually really rattled you.

You had frozen, just a little, transfixed by his blazing eye-light and the jagged, gaping hole in his skull that looked positively grisly.

It wasn’t until your manager came in behind you, introducing him to you as the new volunteer that you noticed that the ‘death-omen’ was wearing a fuzzy hoodie and a frankly adorable pair of novelty skull slippers and you realized how rude you’d been.

Things had gotten busy, as they always did—litter boxes to scrub, animals to socialize, families to interview—and you kind of lost track of him, but you did ask around.

“Sans? Nice guy, a little bit of a scatterbrain maybe, but I’ve seen worse,” was the endorsement from a long-time coworker of yours. “I’ve never had to show him something more than twice, so y’know, he’s already better than Michael, god, remember Michael?”

“He kinda creeps me out,” another volunteer told you, “but the animals love him. One time, I saw him carrying around that big Rottweiler in one arm like it was a baby or something and she was totally cool with it.”

“He’s been great so far,” your manager had promised. “I think you two will work really well together.”

Oh, yeah, sure. If he didn’t think you were a total monsterphobic jerk by now.

You’d spent basically every day since you’d been back, in between actual work, trying to talk to Sans. Not to apologize for freezing like a scared deer, the window for that was probably way past, but… you could be better going forward, right? If you were actually nice and showed some manners better than a wild boar’s, you could be friends…right?

Wrong. So wrong.

You discovered quickly that Sans was as much of an enigma as he was deceptively scary. He rarely spoke and when he did, it was quiet and to the point; never anything about himself.

It actually hurt your feelings a little bit at first until you learned that it didn’t seem to be personal. Nobody at the shelter seemed to know anything about Sans: even the big boss maxed out at knowing he just showed up one day asking to be put to work.

If anything, though, learning that just made you all the more determined to befriend him.

Sans was a mystery and the less you realized you knew about him, the more driven you felt to figure him out. Who is this skeleton in comfy clothes who comes in most days and works hard for no money and barely says a word to anyone? You wanted to find out, even as it was proving just as hard as herding cats.

Harder, probably. The cats usually pay pretty good attention if you’re holding something jingly.

But you were getting way too in your own head and there was work to be done, lest you’d made Sans lug all that kibble from the stock room for nothing.

A deafening barrage of barks and whines greeted you from the second you opened the door to the dog room and it brought a smile to your face.

“Oh my god, I know,” you laughed, “I know, I’ve been gone for like an hour, I could’ve been dead!”

Princess, a pit bull mutt and the biggest, whiniest baby you’ve ever seen in your life, certainly seemed to think so. She was the closest to the door and whimpering at you with her paws up against the chain-link of her enclosure, wiggling so hard it rattled.

“Alright, jeez, I’m here now, aren’t I?” She looked right at you and let out a long, low whine that sounded so pathetic you had to laugh again. “You want lunch first? Will that take the sting out of my betrayal?”

A loud bark was your answer from Princess, and from every other dog in the room. They didn’t know a whole lot of human words but anything food-related got picked up real damn quick.

“Okay, shush, then, I’m on it, you all know the drill.”

You headed over to the big bags of kibble propped up against the door jamb, right where Sans had left them, and got to work.

It used to be that you felt a little silly talking to the animals as if they could understand you, even when you and them were the only ones in the room, but those days were long behind you. They understood your tone of voice at least, so you were happy to chat with (or at) your furry wards about whatever popped into your head while you doled out their food.

It was a step up from talking to yourself… which you’d definitely also done. You hadn’t been exaggerating that ‘no social life’ thing, but it’s not like you’d ever felt lonely.

“Well, maybe not never,” you muttered, nudging an eager little bulldog back with your foot to edge into his room and set down one of the bowls you were holding. “But not like…seriously. I see everybody here all the time, plus adopters, and the cats, and you guys. That’s plenty, right?”

You looked down to realize you were being pointedly ignored, a little doggy face planted firmly in his food. “Yeah, you’re plenty. Good talk, Smoochie.”

If you weren’t already pretty sure you were going to end up as a crazy animal person, this might’ve been the moment it hit you.

You didn’t really have time to dwell on that, though, not with the downright chilling screams that suddenly erupted from outside.

Automatically, you found yourself headed for the noise, goosebumps prickling up on your skin from the awful quality of the sound. You just barely remembered to fasten the latch of the cage one-handedly behind you before walking, jogging, running towards the lobby where it seemed to be coming from and what were you going into that it could be heard from so far away in the building?!

There was a loud clatter and even more screaming and when you finally made it through the door, you skidded to a halt.

And your heart broke.

The horrible, discordant screaming sound was coming from a dog. The poor thing was skinny, shaking, fur so matted and dingy that it couldn’t even see through it, every worst nightmare you’d ever had from those Sarah McLachlan commercials come to life. It looked like it had knocked over some chairs trying to scrunch itself into a corner and was cowering in a puddle of its own pee. And screeching every time it heard a noise.

You didn’t often see ones this bad, but it didn’t hurt any less when you did.

“Oh, baby, no,” you whispered. “What happened?”

You hadn’t been talking to anyone in particular so it startled you when you got an answer.

“H-he slipped his lead,” you heard and turned to see one of the new volunteers standing beside you, wide-eyed and holding a useless green rope in her hands. “I don’t know… I was just… What do we do?”

Glancing around, you suddenly realized that you were the most senior person in the room. Even with the trickle of onlookers drawn by the noise everybody else was just hesitating at the edges of the lobby, nervous and unsure while the poor animal wailed and shook in front of them.

Right, then. Up to you.

“Go get the vet,” you told the volunteer and took a step forward, reaching out to take the lead from her fingers…

…only to watch a much bigger, paler hand close over the rope instead of your own.

Sans took it, silently ghosting his broad body between you and the girl and heading straight for the dog.

Your jaw nearly dropped. A million thoughts raced through your head at once—where did he come from? What is he doing? Shouldn’t you stop him? He barely has any experience, he’s not even staff!— but when you tried to say something, your throat was too tight and all that came out was…

“Be careful…!”

Sans didn’t even turn. “it’s fine,” he said, just as soft-spoken as he ever was. “s’just a little spooked, that’s all.”

You watched with bated breath as he knelt down, right in front of the scruffy animal. It prompted a fresh bout of screaming that made you flinch, but Sans acted like he didn’t even hear it.

“heya, bud. there’s no need for all’a that, is there?” The dog’s mismatched ears flicked once, but immediately flattened back against his head. Sans kept talking. “it’s good here. we’ll take care of ya. it won’t be like wherever ya came from. nobody here’s gonna hurt’cha.”

It was the most you’d ever heard him say at once and the deep, sonorous quality of his voice was a surprise to you. His tone was slow and even, almost lulling; it was putting you at ease, so to see the poor dog responding the same way, his hackles lowering ever so slightly and his shriek dying into a pitiful little cry shouldn’t have been so shocking.

You were amazed, anyway.

“that’s it, bud. there ya go.” Sans raised the rope, moving it carefully to the dog’s head.

Once he was leashed, it should be a little easier to coax him to the vet’s exam room. He’d get checked out, bathed, shaved, fed, and settled into his own little kennel.

Thank god you were under capacity right now, you’d really lose sleep if you had to turn this one away. As long as he was here, you could help him.

But there you went, getting ahead of yourself again.

The dog panicked at the very last second. He lunged forward, snapping his jaws shut on the closest target—Sans.

Your gasp was loud in the tension-quieted room, chorused by others and even a muffled yelp from the receptionist, everyone alarmed by the sight of Sans’ blue hoodie caught in a semi-feral dog’s muzzle.

You had already taken several steps forward—to do what, you had no idea—when Sans just cinched the rope into a proper lead around the dog’s neck with a triumphant, “gotcha,” as if he hadn’t just had a sharp set of teeth successfully come at him.

You were speechless for several long seconds. Had he…not noticed? Did the dog just graze him? Was he even bleeding? If he was, you’d want to drive him to the hospital just in case, you never knew what a strange dog could be carrying and even if it was shallow, the stomach seemed like a terrible place to get bitten…

And then, the obvious hit you.

The dog had lunged at Sans’ abdomen. The abdomen he didn’t have. Because he was a skeleton.

Oh, god, duh.

Of course Sans was fine, that bite had never come anywhere near him. You wanted to physically facepalm, just a little bit, at your own apparent stupidity but that would hardly be helpful right now.

You managed to take some slight pleasure in knowing you weren’t the only dumb human in the room that’d had the same thought and then tried to forget it. “You okay, Sans?”

“yeah, we’re fine,” he answered easily. The dog may have disagreed, having unlatched himself from Sans’ hoodie and, when that last defensive bid had so totally failed, resigned himself to making heart-wrenching crying noises and continuing to cower. “he’s not happy, but i got ‘im.”

There were sighs of relief all around. You scanned the room, seeing the tension fade and normal activity start to hesitantly resume—and the volunteer girl still standing by the door.

“What are you still…? I said to go get the vet!” you reminded her, maybe a little more sharply than you intended because she squeaked and scurried off.

You immediately felt a little bad about it. Seeing an animal in such bad shape for the first time wasn’t easy and not all newbies had the kind of brass ones Sans did.

Sans, who suddenly turned to look right at you and said your name.

“I…. Me?” You wanted to kick yourself for saying that. There was only one you at the whole damn shelter, but Sans didn’t seem to care.

“yeah, c’mere. he’ll probably chill out a little if he’s got some food, right?”

You were already moving forward again before you fully realized what he meant—the shiny metal bowl of kibble in your hand that you’d apparently run all the way here holding, stars, what had that looked like? But if you were accidentally prepared, you probably shouldn’t criticize yourself too hard.

You knelt down next to Sans, moving carefully but the skittish animal still yelped and scrabbled when he heard you coming. There was a blur of blue and suddenly Sans’ arm was between you and the dog.

“it’s okay, pal,” he soothed. “you’re fine, stay cool, just friends here. you want some food, don’tcha?”

That was your cue. You placed the bowl on the floor and gently slid it over to the dog before pulling your hand back.

The dog whined again, upset and unsure. You couldn’t quite see with Sans’ arm in the way and straightened up to look over it, bracing just one hand against his humerus. The dog was blinded by his own matted fur but he could clearly smell the kibble and his nose found its way to the bowl, sniffing cautiously with his tail tucked between his legs.

You slumped in relief when he took the first hesitant bite, and the ravenous second, third, fourth.

Thank god.

Sans seemed just as pleased, lowering his protective arm and looping the lead around his other hand, shortened for better control. He said your name again and you turned; even kneeling, you still had to look up.

“you should pet him,” he said. “i don’t think he’ll bite again.”

Glancing at the dog, you agreed, but also… “Why me?”

His one red eye met yours, gleaming with earnest sincerity. “you’re good at dogs,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Grass is green. Water makes stuff wet. You’re good at dogs.

Feeling unaccountably flattered, you reached out and carefully stroked your fingers along the dog’s back. He flinched at the touch but didn’t stop eating or try to bite again, so you had high hopes for his adoption chances later on.

You kept petting him, crouched on the floor of the shelter lobby next to a gentle giant of a skeleton and watched the dog finish the whole bowl.

“That’s a good boy,” you cooed. “You’re gonna do just fine.”

It felt like you were there for a long time, but eventually you heard footsteps and finally, the vet arrived. He was flanked by a couple of other staff members, bigger guys who you knew had experience with nervous and aggressive dogs.

Sans stood, and you with him, and you watched as he gingerly handed over the leash to one of them and let them coax the dog forward. The vet was already looking him over even as they got the little guy moving and you were relieved not to hear him point out anything that sounded too serious.

Soon they had all filed out to take care of business and it was just you and Sans left there in the lobby. Even the receptionist had fled for a coffee/need-a-breather-right-now break and you didn’t blame her.

“So that was…intense.”

“yeah.”

You turned more fully towards Sans and tried to catch his gaze. “You’re okay, right?” you asked. “Like…really okay?”

He looked at you like you’d said something bizarre. “said i was, didn’t i?”

“Well, people say a lot of things, and that was…a lot, even for somebody who actually gets paid for it. You’re good?”

Sans didn’t look any less bemused. “…yeah.”

He didn’t say anything else for several long moments. His single glowing pupil was cast down away from your face and when you followed it, you saw…

Oh jeez, your hand on his arm, still.

You pulled back immediately, feeling yourself go red and hoping he didn’t notice. “Sorry!” you definitely didn’t squeak. “Sorry, that was…. Oh, no, your hoodie…”

Sans looked down and quickly spotted what you just had— three sizeable holes torn into the bottom of his sweatshirt, right at the hem of the pocket. He picked at it, poking two thick, bony fingers straight through. “huh.”

“He got you pretty good.” You winced a little at the damp tear in the fabric: it was a jagged rip and pretty frayed. “I’m not sure that’s gonna be salvageable. Sorry.”

By the expressions Sans kept fixing on you, you’d have guessed you were the most confusing human on the planet. “what for?”

“The holes? That’s your favorite jacket, isn’t it?” You hesitated, realizing you didn’t actually know that. “Or at least, you wear it all the time. I kinda guessed you just loved that thing.”

“i do. but it’s just a thing. shit happens, y’know.” He shrugged. “’sides, not like anybody got hurt, right?”

“…Right.” Of course. That really was the most important thing.

That, and cleaning up the mess your new little friend had made of the lobby.

You sighed just looking at it but it wasn’t about to fix itself so you dove right in, picking up chairs and moving them to the side while you skirted around the puddle on the floor as best as you could.

“……can i help?”

The gentle inquiry from Sans made you pause. The man got literally snapped at not fifteen minutes ago, at a place where they worked him like a…well, like a dog without even having him on the payroll, and he still wanted to help?

Sans really was something else.

“You could get the mop and bucket for me from the supply closet,” you said lightly, pointedly not making it an order. “And maybe finish feeding the dogs for me? I hadn’t even gotten halfway through when all of this mess happened, I’m sure they’re not too happy about that.”

“yeah, sure.” But Sans seemed just a little nervous all of a sudden, his permanent grin looking more like a grimace while his eye-light darted quickly to one side. “uhhh…which dogs did you already…?”

You smiled. “It was Tina’s turn, but I didn’t pick anything back up. Any cage that doesn’t have a food bowl in it needs one.”

The skeleton’s shoulders slumped in relief. “okay, cool.” That was an easy way to remember what needed doing. He probably wouldn’t have to come back and ask you again like he did some other times. “i’m on it.”

You opened your mouth to thank him, but between one blink and the next he was gone.

Literally. Not even a motion-blur, just gone. You turned to the reception desk to see if anybody else had just seen that, but of course it was still just you there—you and the mop and bucket that had just appeared where Sans had been standing when you’d looked away for no more than two seconds.

“Well,” you announced to no one. “That’s new.”

No one was very appreciative of your dry and pithy wit, you were quite sure.

You grabbed the mop and got to work on the glamorous task of wiping up urine, just one of the many hidden perks of your job—that you really did love, warts and all.

You really weren’t sure what to make of the new guy, but after today you were damn well going to figure it out.

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tipsyraconteur · 6 years

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Good Boy, Part 2

I can’t stop. I’ve got a big WIP and all I keep doing is writing dog fluff. Send help.

Good Boy, Part 2

KakaSaku Coffee Shop AU

Word Count: ~1.8k

[ Part 1 ]

It was stupid to care if he showed up. Extremely stupid.

Sakura sighed inwardly as she outwardly plastered a smile on her face, counting change for the last customer who currently stood in line. It was already two hours into her evening shift, and it was the point of the evening when the shop was usually empty, with most people eating dinner. The lull gave her enough time to think about how Kakashi, the mysterious dog-wearing man from the night before, hadn’t shown up.

Not that she cared. Because she didn't.

Besides, why would she want him to show up? The man hadn't even paid for his drink—something Sakura had to personally explain to her boss—and a free drink was probably the only goal he'd had. He'd probably had a good laugh at her expense afterward: poor, silly Sakura, flirt with her a little and she won't even notice when you rob her blind.

Sakura scowled. Here she was, sulking over some guy who’d skipped out on paying. It was ridiculous.

The bell over the door jingled. Sakura turned, calling out, "Welcome to Konoha Grind!"

Her mouth snapped shut when she saw Kakashi come into view. He was wearing the same fluffy navy scarf as before with jeans and a grey thermal, same backpack over his shoulder—but this time he also held a leash in his hand. The scruffy-looking dog at the end of it was wearing a harness that looked like a vest, and it looked inordinately pleased to be out with its master.

Sakura crossed her arms, frowning at him. "I hope you remembered your wallet this evening."

He had the grace to look embarrassed, his free hand lifting to tug the scarf down beneath his chin as he gave an awkward laugh. "I really didn't mean to do that. I just saw the 'Dogs Welcome' sign yesterday, and one thing led to another," he said, gesturing to the sign in the window.

"Mmhmm,” Sakura said, unimpressed.

"But look,” he said, gesturing to the grey dog who stood beside him. "I brought a new friend. He wanted to meet you.”

Sakura looked at the dog. The dog looked at her. He was cute, in a slightly mussed way—sort of like his owner—and Sakura thought the wild tuft of darker fur on the top of his head was pretty adorable. She softened a little.

"I don't know," she hedged. "I'm not sure if he's cute enough to get you out of trouble."

Kakashi leaned down toward the dog, and in a quietly firm voice, said, "Shiba! Speak!"

The dog abruptly sat on its haunches, threw back his head, and went, "Awoooo!"

In spite of herself, Sakura let out a delighted laugh, clapping her hands. Leaning over the counter, she cooed, "Good boy!" Shiba responded by letting his mouth hang open in a doggy grin, tongue lolling out.

Kakashi was watching her with a pleased look in his eye. "You like dogs."

Though it wasn’t a question, Sakura answered anyway. “I love dogs, but I don’t spend enough time at home to keep one myself. Can I pet him?”

"Sure," he responded. Sakura took off her green apron and came around the counter, crouching in front of the friendly-looking dog and holding out her hand. Shiba immediately and enthusiastically offered her his paw, and she giggled as she shook it. She noticed that the vest he was wearing had a little scarecrow face on the back of it.

When she released his paw, Shiba immediately offered it to her again. She laughed, shook it, released it—and he offered it to her again.

"Oh, uh, he's probably going to keep doing that. I trained him to do it by giving him treats, so now he just thinks that he'll get a treat every time he does it." Kakashi followed her lead and dropped into an easy crouch, affectionately patting Shiba on the head. "We're working on it."

“Still, he’s pretty well behaved,” Sakura complimented, having completely forgotten that she was supposed to be mad at Kakashi. She looked up, meeting his eyes. They were a soft grey that she told herself she did not find extremely appealing. “Do you have any treats on you?”

Wordlessly, he reached for a little pouch clipped onto the pocket of his jeans. Opening the zipper, he reached inside and pulled out two treats. Sakura held out her hand for them, ignoring the little thrill she felt when his fingers brushed her palm.

She looked at the treats, and then back to him. “I can give him two?”

His eyes creased in a smile. “One of them is for Pakkun.” A muted ‘boof’ came from behind him.

Sakura brightened, leaning forward and around Kakashi’s shoulder to pet the pug, whose head poked out of Kakashi’s backpack. “How could I forget such a sweet boy?” she crooned, feeding him one of the treats. Kakashi turned his head to watch her, his eyes warm, and—suddenly aware of how close he was—Sakura flushed, leaning back.

Looking back to Shiba, she laughed to see the dog straining to hold his paw as high as he possibly could. Feeding him his treat, she asked, “How many dogs do you have?”

Kakashi gave a short, quiet laugh, looking away. “…A few.”

Taking his reticence as a sign that their little chat was over, Sakura stood, remembering that she had a job to do. “Let me just wash my hands and I’ll take your order.” Walking behind the counter, she took a few moments to wash her hands in the small sink, before putting her apron back on and turning back to Kakashi. “What can I get you?”

“Medium flat white, two puppuccinos,” he replied.

Rather than writing his order on a cup, she went straight for the cash register and started ringing him up. “That’ll be fifteen dollars and 76 cents.”

Two silver brows shot upward. “That sounds… kind of expensive.”

She gave him an unimpressed look. “It’s $10.76 for two flat whites. Today’s, and yesterday’s.”

He gave her the same lopsided smile that she’d found so engaging the evening before. “And the other five dollars?”

Finally giving him a devious little smirk in return, she resolutely pointed to the jar marked ‘Tips’. “There’s a five dollar charge for the talk I had to have with my boss about a certain thief.”

“Fair is fair, I suppose.” He heaved a dramatic sigh and drew a leather billfold out of his back pocket. As he drew out a few bills, handing some to her and stuffing the others in the tip jar, he raised a brow. “You seem like you’re having a better day than yesterday, at least.”

“Yesterday I got a really low grade on an anatomy test. Today, my professor told me he’d let me retake it,” she called over her shoulder as she grabbed a medium cup and began to make his drink.

He hummed thoughtfully behind her. “Anatomy test, huh? You’re a med student?”

Leaving the espresso to brew, she held the milk beneath the steam wand with one hand while reaching for two shot cups with the other. “Yep. Working at the Grind is just how I make up the gap between what my scholarship covers and what I actually need.” She placed both cups beside each other on the bar and filled each of them with whipped cream.

“A med student with a scholarship, no less. That’s not easy to do.”

Leaving the milk for a moment, she took both cups of whipped cream and turned to face him again, holding them out. “I’m not an easy kind of girl.”

Sakura realized what that sounded like much too late, her eyes widening. Kakashi’s face crumpled for a moment, his lips pressing together as he clearly tried not to laugh.

“I’m sure you’re very difficult,” he finally managed in an admirably casual voice.

Sakura could feel the heat rush into her cheeks and knew she had to be bright red. “Shut up,” she warned.

He held up both of his hands in a placating manner, but he was grinning as he took the two cups from her.

Letting out a little huff, Sakura turned back to the hot bar, focusing on pouring his flat white and letting her stupid cheeks cool down. When she turned back around, she paused with the finished drink in her hand, smiling slightly at the sight before her. Kakashi stood with Pakkun’s backpack slung around to rest against his chest and stomach, feeding one cup of whipped cream to the pug while Shiba happily stuck his snout in the other cup.

“Your flat white is ready,” she said unnecessarily, approaching the counter and setting the drink down since he didn’t have any free hands.

“Do they often leave you all alone here at night?” he asked as he stacked the two now-empty cups together and casually (and a little impressively) tossed them across the room into the nearest trash can. Then he winced a little. “I really didn’t mean that to sound so creepy.”

Sakura grinned. She wasn’t the only one who could sound like an idiot. “It’s okay. Saturday and Sunday nights I work with a coworker, but Monday through Wednesday I’m on my own.”

“That seems kind of dangerous.” Kakashi tipped his head to the side as he cast his gaze over the coffee shop. “Do you have wifi?”

Blinking at sudden the non sequitur, Sakura said, “Yes?” making it sound like a question.

“Are you against people camping out and doing work here?” he asked, ignoring her obvious curiosity.

“People do it all the time,” she answered.

“Also… is there a limit on the number of dogs I can bring?” he continued in a serious voice.

Sakura let out a short laugh. “I’ve never been asked that question before.”

“…Because Shiba really likes difficult women who also like dogs.” Kakashi’s face was casually expressionless, like he was discussing the weather. “And he has friends.”

Trying and failing to keep the smile from her face, Sakura gestured at the empty shop. “Well, there’s plenty of room this time of night.” She couldn’t stop herself from putting her hands on her hips and teasing, “Tell Shiba that his friends are welcome as long as they’re well-behaved.”

“Oh, Shiba and Pakkun only associate with good boys,” he said with a wicked smile as he picked up his flat white and walked backward toward the door.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Sakura said, rolling her eyes yet still smiling. “Have a good night, Kakashi.”

“See you soon,” he said with a salute of his cup, leading Shiba outside and letting the door swing shut behind him.

#kakasaku #my stories #coffee shop AU #needs moar dogs #good boy #tipsyraconteur

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Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Twenty-Three: Thalia

Rabbits with Ratbbitude

Axel must have lost his mind. And not in the “a god drove me mad and now I’m trying to kill my loved ones” kind of way. In the “I finally cracked and see the white rabbit” kind of way.

At least, that was the only conclusion Thalia could come to when Axel started berating the rabbit she and Reyna caught.

Fortunately, they found a rabbit quickly after leaving Axel and Calex to their heart-to-heart. This must have been a gift from Tyche, since Thalia didn’t want to stray too far from the river and the boys, and she also didn’t want to walk in awkward silence near Reyna for too long.

After a tree branch caught Reyna’s breastplate and made a sound worthy of a horror movie, Thalia had Argentum and Reyna fan out to the side, to scare animals towards Thalia instead of away. After all, praetorian armor and shiny dogs weren’t exactly designed for stealth. They had more of the “look at me; I’m important” ring to them.

They weren’t gone for long before the praetor and hound helped corner a rabbit straight into Thalia’s net.

“Not bad for a praetor.” Thalia grinned. Reyna might need some stealth work to become a huntress—if she’d ever have interest—but definitely not bad. When Thalia thought of how easy Reyna had escaped Thalia and the huntresses’ confines before, Thalia should have expected no less.

Argentum held his head high with pride, his tail darting back in forth happily. Thalia wondered how often Reyna’s guard dogs got to hunt and whether or not Reyna would want to set up a doggy play date with the wolf pack. Although Thalia knew Reyna did the whole bath house things with her female comrades, she felt like Reyna didn’t spend nearly enough time with the girls.

As they walked back, no longer having the hunt as an excuse for silence, Thalia debated on all the questions she wanted to ask Reyna. Things still felt kind of weird with the whole Axel-threatening-her-with-Mayan-love-poetry-thing. (Axel was SO weird.) But she got the vibe Reyna didn’t care, didn’t feel threatened, or was amused by the whole thing.

If anyone was acting awkward, Thalia figured it was her; despite the love potion, Thalia felt guilty having thoughts about any boy, never mind it being Axel. With Euna, Thalia hadn’t known if there might have been a loophole in her huntress vows, but the Boys Have Cooties Rule was pretty well established.

Which bought Thalia to the things she was really worried about: one boy in particular and her huntresses.

“How were the huntresses before you left? And how was the camp?” Thalia asked. “Eminent destruction still on hold for the day?”

With all the time Thalia spent on the hunt, Jason often, shamefully, slipped her mind. With everything that happened between Axel and Pax, she was passively worried about him. He was powerful, but she didn’t want a god taking her little brother from her again. Er—he was her big brother now, right? Being a huntress was confusing and made aging stupid. Major downside to immortality: no more birthday parties.

Thalia also felt guilty for encouraging two huntresses to leave their pursuit of the Teusmessian fox against Artemis’ direct order to continue, and Artemis wasn’t always known as a forgiving goddess. Thalia wondered if Artemis and her sisters were still locked in a challenge they could never win, like catching the Energizer bunny.

“Lesedi and Christiana were still scouting for the camp when I left. No contact from the gods, as support or enemies, other than the ‘near-Death’ experience that Calex had.” Reyna shuddered and Thalia thought about what it must have been like for Calex to race Death. While they had been going through the jungle, the Brit had been double checking everyone else’s movements, like he was scared they were going to grade his forest-traversing skills on grace and coolness. Despite his insecurities, she had to give him some kudos for racing death and winning. Grace and coolness points earned regardless of jungle-traversing skills.

“That rabbit looks… strange,” Reyna said, changing the subject and making Thalia wonder if Reyna was also nervous thinking about her own troops in the upper world.

Once the rabbit froze up in Thalia’s net, she stopped paying it much attention. Thalia held her net up to peer at the tiny mammal in the turquoise lighting.

He was a cute little thing. For some reason, she strongly felt it a “he.” His ears were long, twice as long as the average rabbit in the United States, except maybe the jackrabbits Thalia had hunted in the desert. His fur was the color of the desert, a light brown. Admittedly, Thalia—in her years as a huntress—had never seen a rabbit look so annoyed and put upon. This rabbit combined both expressions flawlessly. It was like Nico in tiny rabbit form.

Then she noticed the weird thing: this rabbit had a long, curled-up tail, like that of a chinchilla.

“I really hope this is a rabbit,” Thalia grumbled, lowering her net so she could more easily dodge around hanging vines and would-be snakes.

“How do you think this rabbit is going to get us across the river?” Reyna asked.

Thalia rolled her eyes. “Like I have any idea what Cat Breath is thinking. He wasn’t exactly forthcoming with instructions. He didn’t even specify dead or alive.”

“One is slightly more amendable than the other,” Reyna muttered. She used her spear to push away a snake dangling in Thalia’s path.

Thalia really didn’t want this quest to go from “hunt the rabbit” to “rabbit resurrection,” so she had to agree. “We should name him,” Thalia said, carefully hopping over a tree root that poked up from the soil.

Argentum made a soft clang when he jumped to the other side alongside his owner.

“He doesn’t look like a Cottontail,” Reyna snorted at the rabbit’s long appendage.

“What about Bugs?” Thalia said. The sound of the blood river was getting closer. They would meet up with the boys soon. She held her net up again to see if the rabbit reacted to the name.

He glared at her apathetically.

“And what are you going to do if Axel needs to kill Bugs?” Reyna asked, the humor thinly veiled in her voice.

Although Thalia had hunted down and killed plenty of animals, beasts, and monsters during her time as a huntress, these wide, black, vaguely irritated eyes suddenly felt a bit too personable, like he was a little punk rabbit. Thalia heard stories of the augury readings at Camp Jupiter, where they sacrificed stuffed animals for various ceremonies.

With her spare hand, she made a tiny spark. “He can try.”

They laughed as the forest broke to reveal the shoreline, where Axel and Calex were still seated.

“Axel,” Thalia held up their catch, “You can’t hurt Mr. Bugs.”

For a moment, no one moved but the dogs. Aurum sat up, alert, then rose to join Argentum at Reyna’s side. From the way Axel’s jaguar ears were flattened into his hairline, and the way Calex smirked, Thalia got the impression that Axel just shushed Calex. Ugh, boys, Thalia thought.

Axel closed his eyes and exhaled. His ears twitched up, seeming to contradict the forlorn expression. “Thalia… I’m sorry.”

The mire in Thalia’s chest died. “What?” She held Bugs up higher and realized, with horror, what he was talking about.

“I’m going to have to cut out and eat his heart,” Axel said.

Calex’s jaw dropped. “Are you bloody serious?”[1]

Queasiness overtook Thalia. Had Axel eaten rabbit hearts before? Had she given someone mouth-to-mouth that had eaten a raw bunny heart before?!

“Gross!” she said. Thalia glanced to Reyna, to see if Reyna would support finding another way across the river and, maybe, sympathize over her mortification of exchanging saliva with this guy.

Reyna’s face was twisted up, like she could barely repress a laugh.

Axel’s serious face cracked into a smile.

“Augh.” Thalia rolled her eyes. “Could you at least pretend at something less gross next time?”

Axel rose. He dusted the dirt off his leather pteruges and the pants under and then stood straight. He coughed into the back of his hand. “Thalia, let me see Bugs.”

Calex stood up beside him, picking his golden bow up from the ground. He reached up, like he wanted to grab the black scarf he usually wore around his neck, only to remember he’d put it in his bag, since it was way too hot down here for winter wear. “Mate, you’re not actually going to eat his heart, right?”

Axel tried to give Calex a blank stare, but couldn’t quite manage to repress his smile. “Give me the rabbit.” He walked over to remove Bugs from the net.

That was when he held the rabbit at eye level by the scruff of its neck.

And shouted at it.

Everyone jumped. Aurum and Argentum growled. Without realizing it, the four of them had been speaking hushed voices, only slightly raised to keep over the slurp of the river. Axel’s yell was so unexpected and loud, Thalia feared whatever monsters lived here—or those Lords of Xibalba—would show up to complain about noise code violations.[2]

He didn’t stop. In some staccato, foreign tongue, he snapped at the rabbit.

The rabbit, if possible, looked more annoyed.

“Axel, what the Hades?!” Thalia said.

“You’re giving away our position to anyone within this underworld and the next three over!” Reyna snarled.

Axel waved them off with his free hand without breaking eye contact with the rabbit.

Calex blinked in confusion. “Axel, have you gone mental? I don’t think the hare cares. Leti antal t’u’ul—”[3]

“You can understand him?” Reyna asked.

Calex’s confusion turned towards them. “Of course—Right.” He seemed to realize Thalia and Reyna were in the dark about his I apparently speak obscure languages thing. “Yea, ‘love speaks all languages.’ It’s an Eros thing. He’s repeating himself a lot. Let’s have a look see…”

Axel hadn’t paused in ridiculing this poor bunny, and Thalia had a suspicion he might bore the tiny thing to death. If pushed, it might break and jump for the blood river. Maybe that was Axel’s plan: to force autosacrifice the way teachers induced sleep during horrible lectures.

“Uh, he started something with… giving this rabbit lots of titles. They’re a bit posh. ‘Father of all Hares,’ ‘Child of None,’ and the likes. Then something about, ‘To you, one who stole my father’s boat, one who stole my uncle’s boat, thief of my family’s property,’ and ‘then, you shall undo it therefore, it shall be returned again,’ else…”

Calex tilted his ear to the side, and began to translate, at almost the same time Axel was moving his lips to shout,

“’I will pull it,

I will rip it off,

The way our fathers did before me,

And their grandfathers before them,

Ending the tail of the taleless rabbit,

Beginning the tale of the tailless rabbit.’”

Thalia’s head spun at that last verse. This reminded her of stories about the sphinx, though she heard they had upgraded from riddles to pop quizzes.

The rabbit rolled its eyes. “Okay, fine. Would you just stop? No one has talked like that for, like, a thousand years,” the rabbit said.

“Okay, fine. Would you just stop—” Calex started to repeat.

“The rabbit spoke in English,” Reyna told Calex, her eyes wide.

Axel and Calex seemed as shocked that the rabbit spoke in English as Thalia and Reyna were that it spoke at all.

All of them stared at the fluffy bunny.

Thalia had met plenty of talking monsters, though, she suddenly realized, very few talking animals. Thalia wasn’t ready for her little Bugs to speak and braced for a, “What’s up, doc?”

Its accent was a bit too Hispanic to pull the typical Bugs Bunny voice, though she assumed there was some Spanish Looney Tunes voiceover.

“You’re not supposed to be able to speak,” Axel said, “Your flesh was condemned to be devoured and homes be left to wander, thus spat by the Framer and the Shaper, by She Who Has Borne Children and He Who Has Begotten Sons, because you could not worship them with words.”

Thalia glanced over to Calex, who shrugged. “No idea.”

“Holy K’an Ti! Do people still address the creators like that?” the rabbit asked. “We other animals may not be as longwinded as man, air bag, but we got words.”[4]

“Santiago and Frasco’s boat…?” Axel growled. “The boat—”

The rabbit shuddered. “Please, just don’t start talking with repetition again. I’d rather you rip off my tail. I’ll get Frasco and Santiago’s boat. I’ll talk to my friends for help. Augh, you sound like my great-times-one-thousand grandpa. Now, let me go.”

Axel glared, then gently set the rabbit down.

Bugs shook himself out, used his back leg to itch behind his ear, then examined Axel. “What jackass told you to address us like that anyway?”

Axel’s entire body tensed. Thalia had taken more notice of his muscles at Lemnos Resort than she was willing to admit, and she was happy he hadn’t done that motion while they were under the love potion. His knuckles went white around his sword hilt.

“The boat,” Reyna reminded the tiny rabbit.

Bugs snorted and hopped off into the jungle, this time along the shoreline.

Aurum and Argentum watched his movement like they were barely resisting another hunt.

Reyna made a whistling noise, and they dematerialized. Thalia really needed to ask what happened when they did that. Did Reyna carry a spare Pokeball around that none of them had noticed?

“So,” Thalia said, “Your family has a boat.” Although watching the rabbit berate Axel was fun, she was mad. “You couldn’t just tell us that we were crossing on a boat, instead of freaking us all out like a jerk?”

Axel’s muscles slowly relaxed. He released his sword hilt and raised an eyebrow at Thalia. “Huntress, if I’d have told you I needed you to catch a rabbit with a tail, so I could yell at him until he fetched my uncle and Santiago’s boat, when all of you already think I’m lost geographically and losing my mind, how would you have reacted?”

Thalia crossed her arms. Earlier, she’d removed her parka and stuffed it into her backpack, so she could feel the cool touch of her Aegis bracelet. “I would have caught the rabbit.” That previous urge to hit him across that dumb goatee returned.[5]

“Lieutenant,” Reyna said.

Calex stared at her.

Thalia didn’t realize until then that her fingers had sparked.

Calex cleared his throat. “Right. So, chatting with rabbits..? How did you learn to chat with a rabbit like some old chap? That uh, family business? Typical Pax tradition?” He sounded eager to avoid a fight.

Axel tilted his head towards Thalia in confusion, like he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong.

In Thalia’s rulebook, openness with the team and trust were necessities. Although Luke would have never wanted to worry Annabeth or the others at Camp Half-Blood, Thalia often wondered if things would have been different if he’d voice his opinions more openly, if he could have gotten help.

They needed to get across the river and work as a team to get to Euna, but Thalia sparked her fingers one last time, for good measure and to remind Axel she was here to keep him in line.

“Axel,” Calex said.

Axel sighed and nodded to Thalia. “I underestimated you, huntress, and for that I am sorry.”

“The rabbit is right,” Thalia said, almost more annoyed he apologized, “You speak like the representative of an ancient geriatrics ward.”

Reyna choked on a laugh. Calex let his escape.

Axel sighed and shook his head, smiling softly.

He turned to Calex before remembering that Calex’s question had also revolved around how he couldn’t talk like a person from the 20th or 21st century. Thinking that meant a lot from Thalia: some of the girls she hung out with referred to Jesus as “that youthful upstart.”

“Uncle Frasco told me to talk to the rabbits like that if I ever ended up in Xibalba,” Axel said. His lip twitched, like he couldn’t decide to smile or frown. “He was kind of like… a more willful Ajax—”

“So willing to jeopardize people’s lives for a practical joke,” Calex said.

Axel decided on a cross between the two expressions: a sad smile. “Still pranking me from the afterlife.”

Reyna took a step forward to touch Axel’s shoulder.

Without looking at Reyna (or, if Thalia had to guess, thinking through any consequences) he slipped a hand up to enlace their fingers.

“Hey, praetor, huntress.”

Reyna almost kicked the rabbit that seemed to materialize at her feet. Reyna and Axel released their hands to go for their weapons.

Bugs itched behind his ear with his foot, careless of his potential incoming obliteration. “Come on. We got his boat ready for you.”

Reyna and Thalia exchanged a look.

“For us?” Reyna asked.

Like Hades Thalia was hopping onto some ancient Mayan boat to cross a river of blood without their guide.

“I mean, Prince Longwinded and the Yoruba pup can come along, but you two are the ones who captured me. It could have saved you a mouthful and me a headache if you would have just asked for the boat instead of Prince Longwinded.”

Calex grinned. “Cat Breath, Prince Longwinded. You’re acquiring quite the list of titles, mate.”

Axel sighed. His smile turned crooked as he bowed to Thalia and Reyna and swept a hand towards the shoreline. “Ladies first.”

Thalia rolled her eyes. Reyna snorted. They took the lead after the rabbit, Calex and Axel keeping their eye out for attacks from behind.[6]

Bugs hopped into the jungle bordering the river. His path paralleled the banks from the safety of the canopy. Thalia had seen other animals do this: a safer way for typical prey to travel.

“So you’re trying to get to Tartarus,” Bugs said as he hopped along. With the way he faced away from them and the slurping din of the river, his voice sounded small.

Thalia frowned, trying to remember if she and Reyna had discussed Tartarus around the rabbit.

Reyna resumed using her spear to push extra foliage and vines out of the way. “You were following us before we captured you,” she guessed.

“The forest has ears,” he said. “I’m getting the boat to shut up Prince Longwinded—”

Axel grunted behind them. Thalia almost hoped he’d speak up in protest and further prove Bugs’ point.

“But, you never asked anything in return for releasing me and christening me with the name, ‘Bugs.’”

“You’re keeping the name?” Reyna asked in surprise. She shoved some wisps of stray, black hair out of her face. Sweat stuck the pieces she missed to her cheek. She must have been boiling in her praetorian cloak.

The rabbit paused to glance back at them with what Thalia could swear was an incredulous look. “Of course,” he said. “How am I supposed to know what to be called if I’ve never been named?”

“The longer we stay here,” Calex muttered from behind, likely to Axel. “The more you and that dodgy prick of a brother make sense.”

Ahead, Thalia could see something long, narrow, and colorful through the trees. There was movement around it, and the closer they got, Thalia could make out four deer. Their fur was a chestnut brown-red, except for a grayish portion near the heads. Their front legs looked shorter than the typical deer Thalia had hunted in North America or Artemis’ sacred stag. The single stag present had horns that protruded backwards, like a gazelle’s, instead of branching out into a network, like an elaborate keyholder.

Similar to the rabbit, Thalia blinked to realize these deer had long, red tails that curled into a question mark behind them.

Thalia clenched her bow, wondering if Calex was doing the same. Yes, these were just deer, but deer could trample an unwary hunter, and maybe Xibalba deer liked to nibble on trespassing demigod flesh to prepare for winter. This could have been a trap. How would that look on a gravestone: death by startled deer.

“Free advice in exchange for releasing me,” the rabbit said, “Different underworlds often exist in one place at one time. It can just depend on who is guiding you as to what the underworld looks like, and how you make it from one underworld to another.”

As they got closer, Thalia thought she could hear a conversation happening ahead. When Reyna’s armor clanked softly, the conversation abruptly halted. The deer all froze, staring directly at them.

For a disorienting moment, Thalia had to wonder if all animals could talk, including animals in the upstairs world, and if their feigned silence was the best orchestrated hoax of the mythological world.

Bugs didn’t mind the deer’s attention. He continued hopping forward. “You will not make it across the Red River. No one has. The Lords of Xibalba don’t make it so easy to dodge the Houses of Torment. The Pax princes before Prince Longwinded, they didn’t make it across. Just ask Lord Santiago how he hurt his leg.”

Thalia could hear Axel puff up his cheeks and pop them. One more piece of information to beat out of Axel later.

“You’re close to the heart of Xibalba, which means you’re close to the heart of Tartarus. If you want to get to Tartarus, you need to be the one that takes charge.”[7] Bugs’ ears twitched towards Thalia.

The deer bolted further down the shoreline.

“Why me?” Thalia asked, wiping some sweat off her brow. She was glad they weren’t going to be lunch for a pack of ravenous deer.

“The Mayan prince can get you there, assuming everything goes right. But, if he panics, his homeland will grab him and hold him here, as he will be fighting against his nature to leave this place. I’m unsure the Yoruba pup has an afterlife or how strongly the Orisha would pull him. Praetor, you have a similar chance to the Yoruba pup, since I don’t know if you have any remnant connection to Coaybay and the op’a from your Taino descent.”[8]

Thalia glanced to Reyna. The praetor looked as confused as she felt.

She could hear Calex gulp behind them.

“You, huntress, are almost full Greek. If you come to a place of in-betweens, a place where the worlds converge, and you take the lead, you will naturally find your way home,” he said.

“To Tartarus,” Thalia corrected, uncomfortable with the assertion that Greek Hell was home. If she was about to come upon some new property, she would need to do some major redecorating.

“Whatever,” the rabbit said, hopping through the break in the trees onto the bank.

The long, narrow object the deer had clustered around was a canoe. It must have been carved from one tree, as there were no seam lines signifying separate pieces of wood. Along the exterior, there were colorful depictions of warriors and animals dancing. The bottom, unfortunately, was stained with blood. Here and there, jade, obsidian, and pearl were imbedded into the decorations. There were perfectly four paddles waiting to be used.

“She’s beautiful,” Axel muttered.

When Thalia glanced back, she saw Axel’s expression had gone slack. He puffed up his cheeks and popped them wistfully. For some reason, the reaction gave her the uncomfortable feeling that their guide had never been here before.

A rabbit giving directions and a guide who had never been to the place they were leading them through. Great, Thalia thought.

“Yea, your dad and uncle put a lot of hard work into carving and painting this thing. Why do you think we had to steal it from them?” Bugs asked. He stopped hopping beside the boat, and sniffed the exterior.

Axel scowled. “Rabbit, I was only half-joking about eating your heart.”

“Yea, yea. I heard your friends. They don’t have the gut for you to do it. Yellow-livered colonizers.”[9]

“Are you complaining that our presence is keeping you alive?” Calex asked.

The rabbit didn’t respond to him. Bugs turned and hopped back towards the jungle, like something had spooked him. “Just uh, when you fall in, don’t drown.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy and I hope you have an awesome New Year’s Eve!

Footnotes:

[1] I resisted ALL the jokes I could have made with the Britishism. It was difficult…. But I persevered. Though Calex is mad they need to cross that bloody river.

[2] Little does Thalia know, this is what happens in the real Popol Vuh.

[3] Yea, the grammar is awful in this one, and I really need to actually sit down and study again, but it is supposed to say, “He’s a rabbit.”

[4] “If we couldn’t talk, then the louse couldn’t have delivered a message to Hunahpu and Xbalanque from their chiich.” “Who?” “Eh, you’ll read about it in Jack’s stand alone novel. Don’t worry. It’ll be a lot less confusing when you get the whole story.”

[5] Get in line, Thalia.

[6] Between his years of crushing on Reyna and his recent interest in Thalia, I think it dangerous to expect Axel to focus on their surroundings if he’s bringing up the rear.

[7] Mel’s betacomment: “Wait… is the underworld… racist?”

Jack: huh…. Apparently? XD

[8] Because our lovely lady is from Puerto Rico.

[9] What’s something that Romans, Greeks, and Brits all have in common? XD

#Traitors of Olympus #Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #fanfiction #PJO #hoo #thalia #axel #Calex #Reyna #Bugs #The ultimate bunny #A bunny that is so ultimate #you have to repeat it #In Mayan poetic style

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ask-the-chan-family · 6 years

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The Adventure of Sherlock Thomas and Dr. Prosecutie Watson

April 3, 1904, once again Dr. Prosecutie Watson and I are stuck yet another sticky situation. After meeting up with our good friend Jacob Wisp at Diamond Dog town, he was able to give us more information about the Diamond Dog that rob the jewelry store, and the location where he usually hangout at. When Jacob Wisp escorted us to the nearby pub, we were able to locate the Diamond Dog we been looking for, and try to come up a plan to ask him some question. When Jacob Wisp was able to get some answers from the Diamond Dog for us, the Diamond Dog already notice Dr. Prosecutie Watson and I from a distance, which force him to call his friends, and fight us. Usually I’m not the type that like to fight very often, I rather use my head then to prove myself with brawl strength, but once you’re dealing with thieves that barely use their mind that much, you really don’t have much a choice. During our engagement with the Diamond Dog and his bar buddies, Jacob Wip was able to knock out a few of them like it was nothing. It a good thing that Jacob gotten use fighting against them, since he usually see a bar fight now and then. Dr. Prosecutie Watson was using his magic to make a shield to protect our young friend Sepian Tone from danger. As for me on the other hooves, I’m doing my best at dodging some of their attacks, while searching for the diamond dog we been searching for. I remember before the fight even started, the Diamond Dog was able to call out his friends to face us, but instead of joining the fight, he was manage to slip through the crowd, and escape somewhere in the pub. While dodging their attacks, I was able to fly over some of the goons, and take a quick look around to see where he ran off to. Before I had the chance to look further, I notice that Dr. Prosecutie Watson, and Sepain Tone side were surrounded by a bunch of goons, and it look like Dr. Watson was running out of energy to keep up the shield. I know I need to search for the culprit, but my priority need to be change and have to head over to help them. I manage to fly over to them, and see what I can do to help them. There was too many of them for me to fight alone, and Jacob Whips was busy facing off a few gryphon that got a hold of him. I use eyes to see if there was anything I could use, and finally notice a set of candle lantern were hanging about where the goons are. I use my brain to come up a simple solution, and fly over to where the rope was holding the candle lanterns. I saw from the distance that Dr. Watson was out of energy and had no choice but to lower the shield down. The goons were happy that the shield was gone and gotten closer to them. Sepian Tone hid behind Dr. Watson, hoping they won’t hurt her. Dr. Watson try conjure a bit of magic to see if he can push back a few of them. Just before they even got a chance to harm them, I was able to call goons out, just to let them know that the great Detective have them fooled. When they look at me for a moment, they didn’t relies that I was loosen a rope that was tie up by the wall, which fly up in the ceiling. The goons had no clue what going on, until one of them look up ceiling and saw the candle lanterns were falling a top of them. Relief that my little planed work, and both Watson, and Sepain were safe. I walk over to them, and see if they were doing alright. Sepian Tone walk towards me and gave me a gratitude hug, thanking me for saving her and Watson. Dr. Prosecutie Watson finally reach up to us, and stand by my side, I was thinking he was going to than me, but gave me one of his could had done something simple lecture. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: Mr. Thomas, you know you sort of cutting that a bit short there. Sepian and I were this close going to get hurt by the goons. Sherlock Thomas: I know Watson, and I apology for cutting a bit short. I was doing my best to calculate a simple solution to save you both by using my brain to knock them out with the candle lanterns from the ceiling. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: well I have to say it was a brilliant idea you did there, but maybe next time do it a little faster. Sherlock Thomas: *he tap Watson on the shoulder* and I’m happy to save you, and young Sepian life. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: …… Sigh, it a good thing we are good friends Mr. Thomas. That all I’m going to say. Sherlock Thomas: indeed we are my dear Watson. Now then, Ms. Tone I presume, I’m a bit curious of why are you doing here, instead with Ms. Notepade we spoken with a little while ago. Sepian Tone: I’m sorry for coming here Mr. Thomas sir, but Ms. Tone assist that I follow you guys, and see if I can gather something for her paper. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: is she crazy to send a young child on a dangerous mission like that. Especially we were heading for Diamond Dog Town. Sepain Tone: I know Ms. Notepad make some bad choice once awhile, but I had dealt with much worse situation before. I’m just glad that you and Sherlock Thomas saved my life. I’m forever in your debt. Sherlock Thomas: we’re happy that you’re safe Ms. Tone, but I’m afraid that we need to hurry and search for the Diamond Dog, before he get the chance to escape. Jacob Wisp: no need to fear Lads and Lassie. Your dear of friend Jacob Wisp is here to save the day. When all of us hear Jacob Wisp, we and notice that he was carrying someone over his shoulder. When Jacob Wisp reach up to us, he drop the person on the floor, and it was our man of honor the Brown Diamond Dog we were looking for. I was impress that Jacob Wisp was able to capture, which Watson and I congratulate him. Sherlock Thomas: excellent work on capturing him Jacob Wisp. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: a splendid job indeed Jacob, we thought for sure that Diamond Dog was going to manage to escape from us for sure. Jacob Wisp: it’s no problem at all you two. When I first saw him trying to escape the pub, I did my best to catch up with him, but a few lads were in the way and I thought for sure I was going to lose. But lucky for me my dear sweet lass Scoria who own the pub was manage to knock him out for me. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: Oh that right! Lady Scoria is the owner of this pub. I guess I see why you come here very often. Jacob Wisp: but of course, my dear Scoria family own this pub for many generation, and she does her best to keep this place running. Sherlock Thomas: you do your best by making sure there is no bar fight, right? Jacob Wisp: *he laugh nervously* well not all of us can be perfect Mr. Thomas. Sherlock Thomas: ….. I guess so. Now then, if we done chatting for a moment, let see if our dear friend here can chat with us for a moment, and tell us a little more about our dear friend Moriarty. Jacob Wisp was able to manage to wake our dear friend from his doggy nap. When the Diamond Dog woke up, he notice that he was surrounded, and had no chance of escaping from us. I notice on his face that he wasn’t happy that he got caught, and started to say some harsh towards us. Diamond Dog: I can’t believe that blimey brawd manage to catch me off guard like that. Jacob Wisp: best watch you said about me girl lad, or you want her to come over her, and show you a true meaning of fear. Diamond Dog: easy mate, I was only kidding about that, you and I both know how dangerous she can be when she mad. Sherlock Thomas: then perhaps it time for you to answers more of our question, or I allow Jacob to call Lady Scoria over, and we allow her to finish the job. Diamond Dog: alright, fine. Go ahead, and ask your stupid question MR. Thomas. Sherlock Thomas: very well then, did you and several of your Diamond Dog friends rob a jewelry store on Wednesday Morning of April 2? Diamond Dog: yes, me and some of me mate were planning to rob the jewelry store on that day. The boss gave us the proper plans of how to rob the place, without causing the alarm to go off. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: that why the place wasn’t damage too much. Usually Diamond Dog cause more damage than planning. Sherlock Thomas: but that Jewelry store still had some still had some priceless jewelry the Diamond Dog could had easily stolen. Tell me why neither you, nor your friends didn’t bother stealing the other jewelry? Diamond Dog: that because the boss order us only to steal certain jewelry. We ask the boss if we can steal some other, but he only care about the one he want, and nothing else. Sherlock Thomas: I see, but we did notice that one or two jewelry were stolen from a display, which I found a trace of your hair. Diamond Dog: ….. That could be anyone hair, you can’t prove that could me mine. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: do you really want to test his skill good sir. Especially he was able to find you here without a problem. Sherlock Thomas: with some help from our friend Jacob Wisp. Jacob Wisp: thank you. Diamond Dog: *he snarl* ok so I did stole a few diamonds from the one the boss doesn’t want. He didn’t pay us very well from that heist, so I had no choice to steal a few, just to make a few extra coins. Sherlock Thomas: figure as much. Your greed is the main reason why we were able to find you very easily. Diamond Dog: oh yeah! How so smart guy? Sherlock Thomas: your boss plan of robbing the jewelry store was very well planned. You and your co-host go inside at the right proper time, and steal the certain jewels that he needed, but thanks to your greedy instinct, you stole some extra jewelry for yourself, which your fur got caught from the display glass, and left it for us to find you. Diamond Dog: ……… Lucky guess. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: not luck good sir, pure skills. Sherlock Thomas: Thank you Watson. Now good sir, since you kept on mention about your boss, care to tell us that this boss of yours is actually Professor Valo Moriarty, or someone else that impersonating him, or someone else that pulling the string? Jacob Wisp: and you best answer him quickly lad, I’m in a mood for another round. Diamond Dog: Ok, don’t try to kill me. Yeah the one that running that heist is Professor Valo Moriarty, and yes he is most definitely alive. When the Diamond Dog said those key words, everyone in the room were silent for a moment. I on the other hand already figure that Moriarty was indeed alive all this time. When you face someone like him your entire career, they never stay silent, until their true mission of crime was satisfied. Dr. Watson was a bit nervous of what the Diamond Dog said and him personally if he was lying. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: you got to be kidding, there is no way for Moriarty to be alive, I was there when Mr. Thomas and Moriarty fought each other, when his castle was caught on fire. Sherlock Thomas was lucky to escape that place with his life. Diamond Dog: *he laugh* well you have no idea how dangerous the boss really is. He may have defeated him that night, but he manage to find able to beat death, and come back for another round. Sherlock Thomas: if he did come back, what is your boss planning? Diamond Dog: don’t know, I was only there for the jewelry heist. The only few people that actually know his true plan are. When he was about to tell us the name, he stop in the middle of his sentence when he felt something strange was happening to him. I notice that he had his paw holding his chest, like someone was hitting on it too much. Then I notice that was coughing a lot, and spitting out some foaming substance from his mouth. We all had no clue what was happing to him, but Watson and I are well aware of what going on. Dr. Prosecutie Watson stand by the Diamond dog side, and see if he can help, but before he could do anything to help him, the Diamond dog was already gone. Everyone were shock to see the Diamond Dog died in front of us, especially young Sepian Tone who not use to see something like that very often. Jacob Wisp was nice enough to stand by her side, and does his best to comfort her. Dotocr Watson and I on the other hooves try to examine the situation, and figure how the Diamond Dog die in front of us. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: I can’t believe the Diamond dog died right in front of us Mr. Thomas, and just when he was going to tell us something important Sherlock Thomas: indeed, it ashamed that the Diamond dog had to die so suddenly, but I’m still surprise that he lived long enough, just before the poison take effect. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: hold on a second Mr. Thomas, are you saying that you knew he was poison? Sherlock Thomas: not at first, but when we were having our conversation with him, I notice a few sign that was out of the ordinary. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: really! Like what for example? Sherlock Thomas: for starter, I notice that his body was starting to sweat a lot. I know Diamond Dog are in the same species as normal dogs, and they don’t have the same ability to sweat from the body. The second thing I also notice that his eyes were becoming a bit more red than usual, At first he must the smoke, but I haven’t smell any type of material for him to do that. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: that right, I did see his eyes were a lot redder than before. But if he was poison, how on earth would poison him, and do it right under our noses. Sherlock Thomas: by my guess, it could be one of Moriarty allied could have done this, but it got to be someone who is an expert that dealt with poison. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: Jacob, do you happen to know someone that dealt with poison? Jacob Wisp: I know a lot of lads that dealt with the stuff, but none of them aren’t even that good of poisoning someone like that. I do know one person that could have the information on the person you seek. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: and who that might be? Sherlock Thomas: I already know who he going to say Watson, and I’m not in the rush of meeting her. Do. Prosecutie Watson: what do you mean by that Mr. Thomas? Jacob Wisp: oh come now Mr. Thomas, you know the lass like you so much, that she been bugging me to ask you in person to pass by her bar for special treatment. Sherlock Thomas: and she already know the same answers I told her before. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: Mr. Thomas, can you please tell me what going on. Who Jacob Wisp is talking about. Sherlock Thomas: ……….. Sigh, Rhetta Stone, that who Jacob was talking about. Do. Prosecutie Watson: Rhetta Stone, as in the Rhetta Stone. One of the most notorious griffin gang leader of London. You actually know her. Jacob Wisp: he more than know her, if you actually catch my drift *he laugh* Sherlock Thomas: Watson didn’t need to know about that Jacob Wisp, but yes, Rhetta Stone and I had some acutance in the past, but that was long time ago, and continue on our own personal life. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: ok then, but it doesn’t sound like Rhetta Stone went on her own life that much, since she still have a crush on you. Sherlock Thomas: which why I want to do my best of not meeting her. WE will find some way to locate Moriarty a different way, like we always do. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: and even if we do Mr. Thomas, we back to square one, and the only person that can lead us to the right direction, is killed by one of Moriarty allies. Sherlock Thomas: true, but we still have that particular riddles that he left behind. If we can solve that riddle about the puzzle cube, we might have an extra edge against him. Speian Tone: oh I just relies something Mr. Thomas sir, I was able to figure out the riddle about the puzzle cube. Sherlock Thomas: brilliant Ms. Tone, I knew I can count on you. Speian Tone: do you want to hear it right now? Sherlock Thomas: not here, it best to tell it at our place, it a lot safer there then here. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: I agree Mr. Thomas, since we had no clue if the coulprit that poison the Diamond Dog, could be hiding in this very pub. Sherlock Thomas: Elementary Dear Watson. Jacob Wisp, you be alright dealing with the body, until Scotland Yard pass by? Jacob Wisp: of course Mr. Thomas, I stay here until the copper pass by here. I tell them what here, including the dead body as well. Sherlock Thomas: excellent, and if you see Inspector Lestrade, just mention my name, and she will deal the rest. Dr. Prosecutie Watson: is it wise that we let him tell Dashie that we were here. You know how she warn us of not getting involved. Sherlock Thomas: true, but right now we have a much bigger case than the jewelry theft. Valo Moriarty is alive, and he is up to something. So we have to be ready for anything. Things have finally gotten very interesting. At first it was going to be a simple case, but after hearing Moriarty was alive, I already know that this going to be the biggest case I ever solved. To be continued. Well that was fun, Valo Moriarty is indeed alive, and they were this close to find out more. Lucky for them that their young friend was able to solved one of the key clue they needed. What clue they going to get, best to stick around to find out more. This story was done for valo-the-pony-drawer Special guest character Prosecutie: @ask-prosecutie Wisp the diamond dog: @ask-wisp-the-diamond-dog Sepian Tone: @ask-postmodernpony

#ask uncle #fan fiction #fan fic writing #Fan Fiction Writing #valo-the-pony-drawer #ask-postmodernpony #ask-wisp-the-diamond-dog #askprosecutie

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Title: I Bought My Husband A Pitbull Involved: Mia Carter Posted: Tuesday, April 7th, 2020 Subscribers: 2,500 Views: 2,344 Likes: 56 Dislikes: 0 Video #: 5 Comments: 2,456 Description Box:

Here the highly requested video on how I bought my husband a Pitbull and traveled to Paris with it to surprise him for his birthday! Thank you to Texas Elite Pitbulls for helping me with this task!

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FAQ:

How old are you? 21 How old is your husband? 24 How long have you been married? 1 month How far along are you? 13 weeks Where do you study? University of Houston Where do you live? Houston, Texas

“What’s up Carter clan, welcome back to the channel. It’s Mia here with a highly requested video!” she said clasping her hands together as King rested in her lap. “If you are new to the channel, hey, how you doin’, it’s Mia” she chuckled gently. “Since you are here you might as well join the clan” she said, “I mean what’s stopping you?” she asked them. “There are hella Carter cuties right blow that can vouch for me when I say we are hella stupid lit over here” she said to them pointing downwards. “So, do me a favor and like, comment, subscribe, and press that little bell button so you can be notified of when we post more videos just like this one. Let’s get into it” she said.

“So, everyone meet King” Mia said as she held him up, laying him on her chest gently. “Say hey papa” she told him cooing at the dog gently as he rested against her, he was tired which wasn’t a bad thing for her. Most times at the age and size he was, after they walked him, and he ate King tended to take naps. She did this on purpose, so he’d be easier to manage while filming. She smirked and said “he’s in nap mode y’all” she told the camera as she looked down at him again.

“Anyhow” Mia said as she looked back at the lens “you guys had been requesting in the comment section for me to give you a story time basically on me surprising Tyler with our pet Pitbull King” she told them as he pet his fur gently. “So, to give you some head back on King” she said picking her phone up to look at her notes. “I got him from a breeding company that goes by Texas Elite” she read off “and they are located out of here in Texas where we live” she said answering the questions she got about him. “He’s 100% American pit” she told them “he is not mixed with anything at all” she said as she scrolled her phone.

“He is nearly 2 months old” she told them “and he weighs about 14 pounds” she said rubbing his back gently as she pecked the top of his head gently. “We feed him the most organic dog food that is on the market which is Orijen retailed at about 56 dollars a bag and we also give him their dog treats” she told them. “For wet dog food however we use Blue Buffalo, who is also as organic and health as you are going to get. I thought about making him his own dog food from nature food products, but I don’t have as much time for that as I thought at the time” she told breathed. “But it works out because he loves the stuff” she told them.

“I think I answered the basics questions you all wanted to know about” Mia said “if you all have any more questions and stuff about him, let me know” Mia said softly towards the camera. She heard King release a little snore and she hell silently before she smirked and said “he’s sleeping and snoring” to the camera as she caressed him gently. She smirked again before she began the story. “So, the origin of King” she started “like I said I adopted him from a Pitbull breeding company here. “I didn’t really know what to get my husband, but I didn’t just want to get him something designer and extravagant for his birthday. I wasn’t to get him something kind of heartfelt” she told them.

“For a while really tried to figure out what I should get him and what I should do, might I add this happened way before I knew he was going to surprise me with Paris for Valentine’s Day. We also were not engaged yet when I started this process fyi” she said adding that in. “Okay so I contacted the company and I got a feel for their backstory what they did, how much things cost, and so forth and so on” she said. “They had a few Pits lined up that were expected to give birth soon, which I loved because I wanted a fresh pup for Ty” she told them. “After I settled all of that the dilemma came when Ty planned for us to leave to go to Paris” she said to her. “So I had to basically make a dozen and one phone calls to try to get King shipped to Paris ahead of us, might I add” she pointed out.

“Well, let me go back” Mia said raising her hand gently “she moved to rest the dog in her lap gently as he slept, and she said. “I had to call and get permission “allow King into Paris” she told them “sounds crazy but if you do not know, pit bulls have been banned from Paris, you would not be able to own one there if you tried. It’s damn near illegal” she told them. “So I had to get permission to allow him into Paris, which they only obliged because A he was a gift and B because he is a pup and is incapable of harming another human which is why they have the ban placed” she said to them. “So, wants I was capable of getting that done, then I had to make arrangements with Texas Elite to have King shipped to Paris while we were there to facility, that I had to pay to hold him until I was ready to present him to Tyler on his birthday” she said. “They only had to hold him for about 24 hours, I had him sent the day before Tyler’s birthday” she said softly.

“Um, that is really the extent of it. Yes, it was very tedious, yes it cost way more than I expected” she chuckled. “But outside of that, we would have been sold to someone else. I didn’t want that, and I didn’t not want to give him to Tyler on his birthday” she said. “So, to recap. I found a company to adopt from. I had to get permission to have him there in Paris at our hotel” she said. “I had to pay for him to be held in like a doggy day care for 24 hours” she said. “And essentially had to remain in our hotel room the entire time, and when we flew back with him, he had to be in his own carrier” she told them gently. “It was totally worth it” she said to them all. “And Tyler really loved him so that made me feel amazing. I felt so accomplished” she told them. “All in all, I think King cost me about 3 to 4 thousand dollars, I had to basically pay his right into the damn country” she chuckled. “But again, it was so worth it, he’s out little baby boy” she said as she caressed him once more.

“Okay” Mia said to them gently “I hope that answers all your questions about King” she told them all. “Again, make sure you like, comment, subscribe, and click that little tiny bell to be notified from us in the future. I’ll catch you guys on the next one” she told them before the video ended with Mia holding up a peace sign.

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diyunho · 7 years

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The Joker x Reader -“Obsession”

The Joker has an obsession: you. He doesn’t really need another one added to the pile but…anyway, here it is. Brace yourself you lucky girl - you’re in for a treat.

Related to this: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162770482096/the-joker-x-reader-yuki

– He keeps on dropping things on purpose so you can pick them up, this way he can stare at your butt.

You know, for being the Joker, your boyfriend is pretty clumsy: he keeps on dropping stuff all the time. Like, right now, he just dropped his pen and you are fast to bend over and get it for him.

Intense purring immediately follows.

– J took you shopping and you were so excited when you smelled “Gucci Guilty” for men. You thought it’s a divine scent and he got 10 bottles without you knowing, replacing his current cologne with the Gucci one. He has those stashed all over the place while he still keeps in sight his usual fragrance: Clive Christian - “No.1” .

You have a feeling he smells like “Gucci Guilty”.

“Are you wearing Gucci Guilty?” you sniff the air around him with a huge smile on your face.

“Nope,” The Joker keeps on piling up money in boxes, trying to ignore you.

“Are you sure?” the insistent question pops up because you got a vibe you’re onto something here.

“I think I know since I’m the one that put it on, hm? Stop pestering me!!!” he barks your way and you just turn around, biting on your lip, stricken with fascination: your boyfriend does smell like GG, no point in denying it. Where is the damn bottle? (Well… bottles, but you have no clue there are 10 of them).

– You love knives; they are your favorite weapons. Mister J believes it’s classy as hell: in a world of guns, his girl is sooo stylish using sharp blades. You don’t know yet, but he ordered 50 personalized gold plated knives with your initials on them. He plans to give them to you for your 2 year anniversary.

* J totally loves it when you use him as target practice: such a turn on when the blades shriek by him, he gets very impatient.

“Don’t move, baby, I wouldn’t wanna cut something you might need to use later, hm?” you always wink at him, teasing even more just because you can.

Your boyfriend loves guns. So you will surprise him for you 2 year anniversary with a special gift: you will order 20 personalized guns for him from the place that all Gotham’s underworld knows about. Upfront they sell jewelry but the basement it’s a different story.

“I want to order 20 customized guns: half green, half purple background, gold plated,” you start your order.

“Sure, may I ask who they’re for? We can personalize even more,” the guy offers, pointing towards the multitude of catalogues lying around.

“Daddy,” you reply, absent minded since some fancy grenades caught your eye.

“How old?”

“Ummm…Probably… around 39,” you debate, deep in thought.

“Oohhh, OK,” the seller finally understands.”Got’cha!”

You smack your lips and it clicks for the person.

“Hold on, is the order for Mister J ?”

“Of course it’s for him, who else?!” you frown, irritated by the question.

“Oh my God, so sorry, I didn’t recognized you with this purple hair!”

“Whatever!” you grumble, grouchy he needed so many hints to figure it out.

“Would you also like to add his logo on all the guns?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated:

“Well, duh, HE IS The Joker, isn’t he???!!!!”

“Such a Goddam temper,” he thinks, aiming not to annoy you since you are famous for your short fuse.

* You totally love it when J uses you as target practice: such a torn on when the bullets shriek by your ears, you get very impatient.

“Don’t move, Pumpkin, I wouldn’t want to shoot something you might need later, yes?” and he always takes his shirt off, teasing even more just because he can.

– He likes to watch you sleep. Sometimes The Joker spends hours just staring at you. One night he cut off a small strand of your hair and hid it in the nob of his favorite cane since it’s hollow, this way he always has a piece of you with him. He detests being so infatuated but he can’t help it.

You like to watch your boyfriend sleep; you spend hours just staring at him. One night you cut off a strand of his hair and hid it in the pendant he gave you last year and never part with, this way you always have a piece of him with you. You hate it that you are so infatuated but can’t help it.

And you love his hands. When he’s asleep, you just like to look at his fingers, pressing your palm against his, caressing the soft skin. Sometimes he wakes up.

“What are you doing, Princess?” he opens just one eye, not knowing what’s going on.

“Nothing,” you are fast to reply, kissing his knuckles and keeping one of his hands prisoner for the rest of the night.

– Once every 3 months or so, your boyfriend is in a good mood so you try to take advantage of the rare occurrence. This time, for example, you convinced J to let you put makeup on him because you want to have an idea on how he looked like before the “Ace Chemicals” incident. A little bit of foundation to cover the scars and tattoos, bringing the skin and lips to a natural tone plus a dark blonde wig with a similar haircut to cover the toxic green locks.

“Wow, you were so gorgeous before too!” you gasp, admiring your work and how flawless The Joker seems. In your opinion, of course; Batsy wouldn’t share the same belief.“So this is how you looked like before?!”

“More or less,” he smirks, loving to see you so worked up about the whole thing. “Can’t argue with that statement though, I am a very good looking guy.”

You take a picture of him like that and set it up as your new screensaver, gulping when he gets up all shirtless, taking the wig off, being done with the experiment. A miracle doesn’t last for long - just like his patience.

“I’m gonna go and wash this stuff off,” he stretches and heads towards the bathroom when you block his way.

“Noooot so fast, handsome. I was kind of thinking to have a one night stand with this stranger I’ve just met,” you lock your arms around his neck, determined to have fun with him like that.

“Well, this stranger’s services are very expensive. I come with a high price. Still interested?” The Joker grumbles in your ear because he doesn’t want to say no to some crazy stuff for sure.

You just snicker and push him on the couch, starting to undress.

* Later you both go to one of your clubs to enjoy a night out. While you change your dress in the VIP room upstairs, one of the waitresses brings J his drink, thinking she can finally get you in trouble with your man. She despises you but you wouldn’t know since you never pay attention to those girls.

“E-hem, Mister J?…” she clears her throat, getting ready to talk crap.

“What?” he snarls, watching over the club from behind the smoky windows.

“Sir, I’m sorry to bring the bad news, but I think your girlfriend is cheating on you,” she blurs out and he lifts his chin up to finally look at her.

“Is she?”

“Yes, Mister J, I saw it with my own eyes. Y/N keeps on glaring at the screen saver she has on her phone; definitely not your picture sir. I caught her kissing the image and she turned off the cell right away, pretending nothing happened.”

He sighs, tapping his cane on the floor.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir, I swear!” a smile appears on her face, happy you are probably a goner now.

“That woman! How dares she?!” J huffs and pushes her away, then strolls upstairs while she silently follows.

He barges in the VIP room, slamming the silver door behind him.

“Almost done, baby,” you cheerfully announce, putting on another coat of mascara.

“Who is that asshole on your phone?” he raises his voice and the waitress bites on her nails, enticed at your misfortune.

“Umm…My boyfriend?” you giggle and turn to face him, wondering if you’re playing roles again.

“Boyfriend?! How dare you sleeping with somebody else behind my back, huh?” and he tosses the cane to the floor with all his strength, making the woman jump on the other side of the door.

Oh, she’s gonna get it ! she victoriously chuckles to herself, silently clapping.

You are going to get it, but not in the way she thinks.

“I couldn’t help it,” you play along, not having a clue about what’s going on but if he wants to go this way, heeeeyy, works for you.

“You are so paying for this, nobody cheats on me!!!!” J yells, starting to rip your dress off while you do the same with his shirt.

She’s going to pay for it ! I hope he kills her, the woman gets all excited, waiting for the bad turn she is responsible for.

You are going to pay for it, but not in the way she thinks.

She hears a loud thud, your scream and The Joker grunting, then …moans?!

What the hell is going on?! she wonders, baffled, still listening at the door for a few more moments before leaving.

Needless to say nobody saw her again after that night. Who knows what happened? People disappear all the time, right?

– You can fix things and J goes insane for it. He breaks shit on purpose. “Doll, we have a water leak under the kitchen sink !” he shouts and places his elbows on the table, waiting for you.

“Again?!” you reply from the balcony, but go and get the tool box so you can take a look. You get under the sink and begin to work on the problem.

Intense purring immediately follows.

You don’t know how, but something always breaks around the penthouse. It’s a mystery since everything is the best quality money can buy. Like, why do you have another water leak under the sink?! You just had one two days ago. And The Joker is purring so loud. Why is he all excited about?!

– You love huskies so J got you a puppy. Best present ever! Since you love Japanese names, you named the fur ball Yuki. The first trick you taught your doggie makes you melt when you watch it in action:

“Yuki, go bite Daddy!” The puppy jumps from your lap and charges at your boyfriend, grabbs his shoelace and pulls on it while growling up a storm:

“Grrrrrrr!!! Grrrrr!!! Grrrrrr!!!!”

J would love to break its neck, but how can you kill something that kind of growls like you?!

“Cut it out, mutt !” he threatens but bends over to pet the puppy. He hears you whistling with admiration.

“Wow, nice ass baby!”

* The puppy likes to sleep on your tummy. You are watching a movie with J and it’s boring so you need something more interesting to see.

“Yuki, go bite Daddy!” The doggie’s ears go straight up and he rushes to get the enemy, pulling on the t-shirt he didn’t take off yet.

“Grrrrrr!!!! Grrrrr!!!! Grrrrrr!!!!!!!!!”

“So annoying!” The Joker complains, but caresses the fluffy pest and as a response he gets licked all over his face. And barked at too, in between.

You are absolutely and utterly thrilled.

“Now I have two sets of blue eyes I adore,” you grin with admiration, and your boyfriend doesn’t like that.

“I’m the only one you adore. Period,” and he starts growling.

Yuki’s tail wiggles with eagerness while jumping up and down by The Joker.

“Grrrr!!! Grrrrrr!!! Grrrrr!!”

J growls some more; Yuki is stunned and continues to growl also.

“Are you two having a contest?” you start laughing, reaching over to separate the two feisty males. The puppy cuddles in your arms, barking at his other owner.

When The Joker’s arm reaches towards you, Yuki hops on it, keeping it in place, not having any of it.

“Stop it, mutt ! I need my girl!”

His fingers are softly getting chewed on and more growling follows.

“Seriously?! I want to have sex with my woman, get lost!” and Yuki gets lift up and locked outside the master bedroom, but not before it gets more petting and squeezing. His intention was to break the puppy’s neck, but how can you kill something that kind of growls like you?!

– J hopes you are not going to notice how much he’s obsessed with you. It will get to your head and he already spoils you too much.

You hope that your boyfriend won’t notice how obsessed you are with him. It will get to his head and you already indulge his every whim. Even if he is soooo clumsy. Like, right now, J just dropped his gun and you are quick to bend over and get it for him.

Intense purring immediately follows.

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“Finders keepers, suckers!” note: i haven’t added a quote for every single thing in the game, but it’s still a long read. i mostly just came up with the relatively ‘important’ quotes. that said, please enjoy.

Shovel- “Truly my best friend.” Pickaxe- “I love the rocky irony here.” Razor- “This is why people don’t have beards.” Hammer- “Any work well done just begs for a load of this.” Lucy the Axe- “Between you and me, he thinks ya look sharp.” Feather Pencil- “My grammar is better than most.” Brush- “Never been the hairdressin’ sort, myself.” Saddle- “But is it comfortable for the animal?” Salt Lick- “Don’t taste-test, don’t taste-test...” Miner Hat- “Never thought I’d find one again!” Endothermic Fire- “All sense is gone along with the darkness.” Mushlight- “Will my stomach glow if I eat this?” Willow’s Lighter- “I should never be trusted with this.” Bottle Lantern- “My brightest idea so far.” Buoyant Chiminea- “Water can’t steal the fire from me now.” Backpack- “Imagine all the money you can fit in there.” Piggyback- “Here’s hopin’ it’s not as sweaty.” Bug Net- “What a fearsome, vicious hunter I am.” Fishing Rod- “I hope to catch hidden treasure with this.” Straw Roll- “Sleepin’ with straw gettin’ in your clothes. Great.” Fur Roll- “This feels morbid somehow.” Umbrella- “Not today, elements.” Compass (generic)- “Wish it could point me towards treasure.” Luxury Fan- “I bet I could fly with two of these.” Siesta Lean-to- “I’m a shade master.” Pretty Parasol- “Frilly, but will do.” Telltale Heart- “Why do I hafta fix them if they mess up?” Booster Shot- “Rot injected through a bee stinger. Healthy!” Water Balloon- “Takin’ a bath the fun way.” Whirly Fan- “The things I do for a lil’ coolin’...” Bernie- “Ya don’t look like you’d be worth much.” Bundled Supplies- “Oh hoh! The thrill this brings me!” Booty Bag- “Where have ya been all my life!?” Silly Monkey Ball- “The humane solution to their meddlin’.” Anti-Venom- “Tropical insurance.” Crock Pot- “I ain’t no cook, but it should help me.” Bee Box- “They work hard, then I steal from them.” Bucket-o-Poop- “Ew. Good thing I wear gloves.” Science Machine and Alchemy Engine- “This is where the magic happens.” Thermal Measurer- “Let’s see the cold sneak up on me now.” Lightning Rod- “Never hurts to lessen the chances.” Gunpowder- “No safe is too strong!” Cartographer’s Desk- “Closest thing to an artistic outlet.” Accomploshrine- “I don’t know what I did, but I did it?” Spear- “I miss my daggers.” Boomerang- “A loyal weapon if I’ve ever seen one.” -- (hit self)- “$!@#! That smarts!” Blow Dart- “I ain’t no coward, but when in Rome...” Fire Dart- “Fear the albino dragon!” Sleep Dart- “Should I worry if I yawn after usin’ this?” Football Helmet- “I’m wearin’ the pig’s butt as a hat.” Grass Suit- “... Sure this will protect me.” Log suit- “I’m not on board with being hurt. Heh.” Marble Suit- “This armor’s the direct opposite of what I am.” Bee Mine- “Boom, bees.” Tooth Trap- “Come get a piece of me now, doggies!” Shelmet- “Function over fashion...” Snurtle Shell Armor- “A less dignified way to hide from trouble.” Scale Mail- “I’m this hot on my own, thanks.” Electric Dart- “Can’t come up with a joke. I’m shocked.” Tail o’ Three Cats- “I’m not even using it and I feel sorry already.” Spear Gun- “Now this is more my style!” Trident- “This means mermaids exist around here, right?” Cactus Spike- “Like my daggers, but much weaker. Shame.” Cactus Armor- “Always been told I’m kind of a prick.” Birdcage- “Reminds me of jail.” -- (occupied)- “I know the feelin’.” Pig House- “Wait, does this mean they have stuff inside?” Chest- “To store my stolen goods.” Scaled Chest- “Summer ain’t gettin’ to me or my stuff.” Mini Sign (drawn on)- “What? I’m an artist too, ya know.” Friendly Scarecrow- “His smile looks like my mom’s.” Wardrobe- “If it’s purely green on the inside, that wasn’t me.” Potted Succulent- “Her name is Erikita.” Sand Castle- “Totally sure this is not a waste of time.” Seaworthy (Vanilla or ROG world)- “Buenas!” Sea Chest- “Bring your stuff everywhere ya go.” Rope- “I use this often.” Purple Gem- “The downfall of the greedy.” Nightmare Fuel- “This stuff makes me uneasy.” Marble Bean- “Is there a money bean, too?” Empty Bottle- “Not very interesting on its own.” Prestihatitator- “Prestowhat now?” Shadow Manipulator- “Not sure I should be anywhere near this thing.” Pan Flute- “Makes pickpocketin’ so much easier.” Night Light- “See to $!@# believe.” Dark Sword- “Knew I had a sharp mind, but this...” Chilled Amulet- “So this is what cool people use, huh?” Nightmare Amulet- “Makes me see what I shouldn’t see.” Life Giving Amulet- “Could make a pretty penny off of it!” Telelocator Staff- “Probably dumb to mess with this. I’m doin’ it anyway.” Old Bell- “Do the work for me, big fella.” Moon Dial- “I’ve been mooned. Heh.” Piratihatitator- “Para... Piri... MAGIC $!@#!” Straw Hat- “This’ll prevent fires from startin’ on my head.” Beefalo Hat- “Convenient humiliation.” Beekeeper Hat- “I look honest in my stealin’ with this.” Feather Hat- “Probably the most colorful I’ll ever look.” Top Hat- “Rich people headwear. I hate it.” Puffy Vest- “I’m warm, but at what cost...?” Bush Hat- “Disguise 101.” Garland- “How to look pure and unsuspectin’.” Cat Cap- “I’m sorry, kitties...” Fashion Melon- “All the green doesn’t make it less embarrassin’.” Floral Shirt- “This one was made for me.” Eyebrella- “Rain is in the eye of the beholder.” Desert Goggles- “Got somethin’ in my eye... just kiddin’.” Blubber Suit- “Eugh! It’s noisy!” Windbreaker- “I’ll stop giggling when I forget its name.” Particulate Purifier- “For when chili night gets outta hand.” Shark Tooth Crown- “Bet I can impress the mermaids with this.” Dumbrella- “More like... oh, wait.” Log Raft- “I mean... nah, can’t defend this.” Raft- “It’s a slight improvement.” Armoured Boat- “Safe piratin’.” Iron Wind- “Doubles as shark chopper, too!” Boat Cannon- “Can’t be a proper pirate without this.” Sea Trap- “One step closer to a fancy dinner.” Trawl Net- “To steal junk from the sea.” Super Spyglass- “Could only dream to see this far until now.” Captain Hat- “Makes me feel like a sea cop. Feh.” Pirate Hat- “Ahoy, ye scallywags!” Obsidian Machete and Obsidian Axe- “Hot and sharp, much like me.” Obsidian Coconade- “I can feel it burn with anticipation.” Sail Stick- “To sail away from my problems faster.” Thulecite- “My highly valuable object senses are tinglin’.” Thulecite Medallion- “Ain’t useful here.” -- (calm)- “Nothin’ worth notin’.” -- (warning)- “Woah, something’s happenin’.” -- (nightmare)- “But what does it mean?” The Lazy Forager- “Nobody can blame me for snatchin’ their stuff now!” Magiluminescence- “I’m brilliant. Heh.” Construction Amulet- “Of course the green gem is the most economic one.” The Lazy Explorer- “Catch me if ya can!” Star Caller’s Staff- “Do the stars grant wishes too or...?” Deconstruction Staff- “ ‘Tis like a magic hammer.” Thulecite Crown- “Should be worth a fortune!” Houndius Shootius- “Those ancient guys were geniuses.” Birds of the World- “I like the tauraco leucotis one.” Applied Horticulture- “Good, I’m no farmer.” Sleepytime Stories- “I can’t tell if it bores me or it’s workin’.” The End is Nigh!- “Good thing I enjoy readin’ during storms.” On Tentacles- “I’ve read enough on them to know where this is goin’.” Joy of Volcanology- “Adds more than a lil’ spice to your current situation.” Kittykit- “Cute and clever, just like its momma.” Vargling- “Cachorrito!!!” Ewelet- “Smelly but soft.” Broodling- “Gosh, so ugly yet so endearin’.” Glomglom- “I ain’t one for hugs, but you’re just so fluffy.” Giblet- “Always wanted to have a chicken.” Candy Bag- “I wanna fill it to the brim with chocolate coins.” Gift- “The best things are the ones ya don’t hafta pay for.” Winter’s Feast Tree- “I feel something growin’ three sizes inside of me! Is it my wallet?” Lucky Whistle- “I HAVE THE POWER!” Charcoal- “Oh. Christmas came early.” Pine Cone- “I stole that tree’s baby. Nice.” Marble Tree- “Okay, now gold trees must be a thing.” Totally Normal Tree- “Tremblin’ like a leaf here. Heh.” Living Log- “Same.” Flower- “Green with a dash of pretty.” Evil Flower- “Green with a dash of evil...?” Cactus- “That one’s still got its daggers.” Tumbleweed- “Let’s see the trash it’s collected!” Jungle Tree- “Sensin’ lots of loot from that tree!” Snake Den- “I can hear ya hissin’, ya know.” Brainy Sprout- “The sea’s got a comparatively tiny brain.” Palm Tree (sapling)- “I’m callin’ ya Rosie.” Regular Jungle Tree- “You’re goin’ down like a sack of bricks.” Beehive- “It contains sweet, delicious treasure.” Killer Bee Hive- “Heck no.” Hound Mound- “Those barkin’ pests come from there.” Bones- “Mine will not be found like this.” Harp Statue- “Unlikely as it sounds, I don’t have the head.” Rundown House- “If you’re gonna steal an idea, make it better at least.” Merm Head- “My nose begs for mercy.” Pig Head- “This world does make ya lose your head...” Boulder- “Destruction comes with a reward.” Gold Nugget- “I might’ve been a hero in a world without this.” Grave- “Time to work!” Grave (dug)- “A job well done.” Wooden Thing- “It feels... incomplete.” -- (fully assembled)- “Long as I can take my gold with me.” Ring Thing- “What use is a ring with no jewels?” Worm Hole- “Disgust and logic say no...” -- (open)- “... Morbid curiosity says yes.” -- (exited)- “Disgust and logic were right.” Skeleton- “Thanks for the free stuff, man.” Spider Eggs- “Wonder if I can teach them to pickpocket?” Walrus Camp- “Gives a rich Walrus vibe somehow.” Mini Glacier- “Wonder how many ‘cool’ jokes it gets.” Hollow Stump- “It’s fulla hairballs on the inside.” Glommer’s Statue- “Looks important and exploitable.” -- (mined)- “Hope it was neither.” Skeleton (self)- “I meant to do that.” Florid Postern- “Got the feelin’ its beauty is just for show.” Magma- “Great, more things to be burned by.” Stagehand- “Far too pretty and harmless. I don’t trust it.” -- (walking)- “I’m always right.” Loot Stash- “Nobody leaves something like this all on its own.” Prime Ape Hut- “My old room pales in comparison to that disaster.” Magma Pile- “Now if that doesn’t beg to be dug up...” Steamer Trunk- “The sea smiles upon me today!” Volcano- “Dangerous. Something valuable must be inside.” Slot Machine- “I know better than to linger ‘round this.” Electric Isosceles- “For the insanely lazy explorer.” Octo Chest- “We’ve made a fair trade, friend.” Debris- “Ain’t proud of that one.” Wildbore Head- “Looks mad he’s dead.” Seashell- “One of these’s gotta have a pearl inside.” X Marks the Spot- “My fingers itch in anticipation!” Rawling- “I’m deranged enough, I guess.” Watery Grave- “That’s one heckuva way to die. Hah-hah!” Wreck- “I can wreck it all the more.” Volcano Staff- “If only it made it rain money instead.” Plugged Sinkhole- “A poor attempt at hidin’ a hole.” Rope to Surface- “Shame some sunlight is neccessary.” Splumonkey Pod- “Imagine all the valuable junk they’re unaware they have.” Odd Skeleton (complete)- “Well, curiosity sated. Or is it...” Ancient Statue- “Now that’s one statue worth a million.” Ancient Pseudoscience Station- “A museum would pay a lot for this, probably.” Ornate Chest- “How temptin’! It must be a trap.” Large Ornate Chest- “Outside matches the inside.” Nightmare Light- “Shouldn’t be ‘round this, however convenient it is.” Ancient Chest- “My greed is far too great to leave it alone.” Ancient Murals: -- (first)- “Those guys sure look miserable.” -- (second)- “Can’t read this...” -- (third)- “What’s that covering them? Ink?” -- (fourth)- “Eww! What the heck!” -- (fifth)- “What was that all about?!” Coffee Plant- “I did not expect these to grow here.” Elephant Cactus- “Dagger-filled cactus ready to fire!” Obsidian- “Almost sure this costs as much as it did to get.” Charcoal Boulder- “I’d save Santa some work if I mined this.” Burnt Ash Tree- “What did ya expect?” Dragoon Den- “Looks like the ideal thieves den if I’ve ever seen one.” Woodlegs’ Cage- “Nobody’s gonna be left behind bars while I’m around!” Clockwork Knight- “A knight of shinin’ metal.” Clockwork Bishop- “Never been the religious type.” Clockwork Rook- “Can hear it stomp from all the way over here.” Charlie (the darkness monster)- “Who’s there?” Charlie (attacked by)- “$!@#! Ya coward!” Hound- “Stand back! Don’t make me run!” Red Hound- “They’re fireproof now!?” Blue Hound- “They send a chill down my spine!” Hound’s Tooth- “I’m not tremblin’, you’re tremblin’.” Krampus- “You’re not even sneaky. Bad thief!” Krampus Sack- “Ah, a proper sack for a burglar.” Tentacle Spots- “Be right back, burnin’ my gloves.” Big Tentacle- “Surface doesn’t seem so bad all of a sudden.” Werepig- “I thought I could trust ya!!!” Ghost- “This time ya might just disappear.” Tam o’ Shanter- “No newsy cap, but still nice.” Mosquito- “If ya steal my blood, I’ll steal yours. Fair warning.” Mosquito Sack- “Didn’t think I could take my threat literally...” Cave Spider- “Now that’s just unfair.” Spitter- “Can’t blame it. They’re uglier up close.” Batilisk- “Yeesh, it looks so full of hate.” Meat Bulb- “Thinks it can trick me. How cute.” Fleshy Bulb- “My personal, living trap.” Eyeplant- “The plant spies with its little eyes.” Slurper- “It leeches off my lunch. Yuck.” Dangling Depth Dweller- “If they weren’t so aggressive, I’d adopt one.” Depths Worm (lure)- “Something’s very off ‘bout that.” Varg- “No! No! No no NO!” Ewecus- “Walkin’ ball of wool and gross.” Floaty Boaty Knight- “Great, the mechanical navy is here.” Poison Mosquito- “Ya can keep the poison, thanks.” Stink Ray- “Woah, man! What’s that funky smell?” Swordfish- “This fish got its own natural dagger.” White Whale- “All white, fearsome and hates everything. Like me!” Dragoon- “Sadly, they’re not intelligent enough for a truce.” Killer Bee- “Okay, I get it. I should buzz off.” Pig (normal)- “I could mug him if needed.” -- (follower)- “I’ll teach ya to steal for me.” Bunnyman- “A white ball of adorable. Like me!” Bunny Puff- “Hope they can forgive me.” Frog- “Rana o sapo?” Rock Lobster- “Well hello, potential bodyguard.” Pengull- “Lookit all that meat waddlin’ about.” Splumonkey- “Stealin’ from the thief. The nerve!” Catcoon- “I appreciate its eye mask.” Volt Goat- “I want one.” -- (charged)- “Maybe gettin’ one can wait.” Blue Whale- “Is it cryin’? Nope, just wet.” Bottlenose Ballphin- “I love you so much.” Prime Ape- “More like a prime pain in the $!@#.” Wildbore- “Doesn’t look like someone ya can steal from.” Gobbler- “Only I steal food ‘round here!” Chester- “A burglar’s second best friend.” Mandrake (planted)- “Should be picky with this one. Heh.” Glommer- “I want a statue for doin’ nothing, too.” Grass Gekko- “Your tail is grass and I’m gonna mow it.” Hutch- “There’s empty space where its brain should be.” Canary (poisoned)- “Keep your distance.” Shifting Sands- “Sure, hide like I do- I mean a coward!” Sharkitten- “One day you’ll grow up to be as fearsome as me.” Packim Baggims- “Stop hoardin’ my fish.” Parrot Pirate- “A bird after my own heart.” Seagull- “We just want to survive. Am I right?” Doydoy- “I feel sorry enough for this thing not to kill it.” Fishermerm- “Finally, someone I can steal from without consequences!” Tallbird- “Something can only be so territorial over one thing.” Tallbird Nest (with egg)- “Looks cozy in there. I can fix that.” Tallbird Egg- “Could sell this as a dinosaur egg...” Hatching Tallbird Egg- “Am I gonna be a mom? I don’t wanna.” Smallbird- “Expected ya to have more leg. Huh.” -- (hungry) “Don’t have to regurgitate something for ya, do I?” Smallish Tallbird- “I ain’t tellin’ it about the birds and the bees.” Treeguard- “I stole too many tree lives.” Spider Queen- “Gonna need a bigger sandal.” Spiderhat- “Thinks whatever a spider can.” Deerclops- “Well, $!@# me.” Ancient Guardian- “Whatever it is you’re protectin’ will be mine.” Bearger- “A thief doesn’t share her food, bud.” Moose/Goose- “Sorry, I just haven’t laughed this hard in a while.” Moose/Goose Egg- “Can’t mess with something this big.” Mosling- “Curiosity is likely gonna kill the cat.” Dragonfly- “It was nice to meet me.” Bee Queen- “Gimme your sting, Imma give that thing right back.” Bee Queen Crown- “Fool bees, get honey.” Klaus- “Lookin’ different, Santa. New haircut?” Stag Antler- “Ya better be worth all that mess.” Toadstool- “This ain’t no prince!” Sporecap- “That thing just screams magic.” Reanimated Skeleton- “It should not be alive.” Ancient Fuelweaver- “Almost wish I didn’t have to bring ya down.” Bone Armor- “It protects a lot more than you’d think.” Bone Helm- “I’m scared of usin’ this...” Shadow Thurible- “Why does it smell like money?” Palm Treeguard- “Nothin’ a good bit of fire can’t fix.” Quacken- “The bigger they are, the more loot they give!” Chest of the Depths- “Seein’ this is very satisfying.” Sealnado- “Time to break some wind.” -- (seal form)- “Killin’ it would be easy. Far too easy.” Tiger Shark- “Tigre y tiburón... Tigreburón?” Maxwell- “He used my greed against me.” Pig King- “I can smell his richness from afar.” Wes (trapped)- “What do I get if I help ya?” Abigail- “Sucks to be you.” Bigfoot- “I need new pants.” Abigail (revival failed)- “I feel kinda sad it didn’t work. Just a little.” Antlion- “I know that face. The ‘I want your things’ face.” -- (upset)- “What did I do now?!” Yaarctopus- “Snazzy getup, man.” Egg- “Like a fragile chest with tasty treasure.” Monster Meat- “This is far from a good idea.” Morsel- “Meatling.” Leafy Meat- “I can make it tasty. Just leaf it to me.” Fish- “Dad used to eat these a lot.” Eel- “Think I’m feelin’ eel.” Winter Koalefant Trunk- “Looks warm and big enough for me to wear it...” Cooked Frog Legs- “How is this fancy food?” Dead Swordfish- “Could make a good weapon if it didn’t smell so bad.” Dead Jellyfish- “I’ve always liked jelly.” Cooked Limpets- “Should stick my pinky out while eatin’ these.” Shark Fin- “The pest’s hat.” Delicious Wobster- “Now this can be called a delicacy.” Bile-Covered Slop- “May as well eat manure.” Extra Smelly Durian- “Smell’s stronger than a corpse’s.” Halved Coconut- “For the true tropical experience.” Red Cap- “Never trust red fungi.” Green Cap- “Still hardly sane to consume.” Blue Cap- “Mixed feelings...” Cactus Flower- “I see flowers awfully often ‘round here.” Bacon and Eggs- “English breakfast is weird.” Butter Muffin- “Don’t think killin’ the butterfly was neccessary.” Dragonpie- “Hopefully not as hot as it looks.” Fishsticks- “I bet a cat would love this.” Fish Tacos- “And now they will swim in my tummy.” First Full of Jam- “It doesn’t help I’m a messy eater...” Froggle Bunwich- “A delicious blasphemy.” Fruit Medley- “More delicate-lookin’ than I’m used to.” Honey Ham- “Surprisingly, it works really well.” Honey Nuggets- “Oh... gonna enjoy every part of it.” Kabobs- “I’m a culinary genius.” Mandrake Soup- “I consider this a good idea somehow.” Meatballs- “Missed these so much!” Meaty Stew- “I’d be stewpid to let it go to waste.” Monster Lasagna- “Only dogs would like this.” Pierogi- “How do I even know how to make all these neat recipes?” Powdercake- “Wouldn’t even feed this to a dog. My prey, however...” Pumpkin Cookie- “Interesting. And tasty.” Ratatouille- “Used to eat this a lot back before all this.” Stuffed Eggplant- “It’s as fillin’ at it looks.” Taffy- “Good thing I don’t care that much ‘bout health.” Turkey Dinner- “I ain’t festive, but this deserves celebration.” Unagi- “Deelicious! Heh.” Waffles- “Always wanted to try these. Mmmm.” Wet Goop- “Somethin’ went wrong.” Flower Salad- “Yes, I’m eatin’ the flower too.” Guacamole- “Not baa-aa-aad.” Ice Cream- “Ahhh, so refreshin’.” Melonsicle- “Perfect to chill with.” Spicy Chili- “ ‘Tis what I call dragon food.” Trail Mix- “What’s that I hear? Is it... jealous gobblin’?” Jellybeans- “These fattened me up as a kid.” Banana Pop- “I stabbed this banana.” Bisque- “Picky in ingredients, but worth it.” California Roll- “Fancier than I’m used to.” Ceviche- “It’s funny to see other people try to pronounce it.” Coffee- “Not a huge fan.” Jelly-O Pop- “Wonder if I can make one with peanut butter?” Lobster Bisque- “Everyone goes nuts for this one.” Lobster Dinner- “Now this is the kinda rich people food I can get behind.” Seafood Gumbo- “Dad would have a ball with this.” Shark Fin Soup- “Don’t think I can eat it with a good conscience.” Surf ‘n’ Turf- “Sure’s got a fun name.” Fresh Fruit Crepes- “Wow, looks pretty.” Monster Tartare- “Eugh! If I really gotta.” Mussel Bouillabase- “Buy... bi... uh, food.” Sweet Potato Souffle- “Sorta looks like a big muffin.” Seeds- “Normally I steal what they produce...” Honey- “Sticks to my gloves.” Butterfly Wings- “The loot of a dead bug.” Butter- “... Well then.” Rot- “Nothing is eternal, I guess.” Rotten Egg- “Takes one to know another.” Phlegm- “I’m gonna hurl.” Blueprint- “Bet this’d burn nicely! Just kiddin’.” Gears- “It’s not murder if it ain’t organic, right?” Ashes- “Nothing valuable ever winds up like this.” Red Gem- “A lively ruby.” Blue Gem- “Sapphire! So refreshin’.” Yellow Gem- “Not gold, but good enough.” Green Gem- “The best color, period.” Orange Gem- “Garnet? I’m not sure.” Manure- “Gotta be pretty bad for me to need this.” Melty Marbles- “Oh, canicas.” Fake Kazoo- “Maybe it can still hold some value.” Gord’s Knot- “Need to read that story sometime.” Gnome- “This could kill a zombie.” Tiny Rocketship- “It ain’t blastin’ off again.” Frazzled Wires- “Don’t remember cutting these off...” Ball and Cup- “Mastered this as a kid.” Hardened Rubber Bung- “Rubber harder than the sole of my boot.” Mismatched Buttons- “I’m cuter.” Second-hand Dentures- “Hope I can find a proper toothbrush instead.” Lying Robot- “Please. Brutal honesty is where it’s at.” Dessicated Tentacle- “Got the feelin’ this will make me very happy...” Webber’s Skull- “Fine, I’ll respect the dead just this time.” Pile o’ Balloons- “If only I had a reason to party.” Codex Umbra- “Smells like a bad idea.” Leaky Teacup- “Wonder if there’s a matchin’ teapot?” White and Black Bishop- “Kinda miss playin’ chess with dad.” Bent Spork- “Get bent.” Toy Trojan Horse- “This one’s actually really cute.” Unbalanced Top- “Lil’ nostalgic lookin’ at it, broken as it is.” Back Scratcher- “Ya scratch my back, I steal when you’re not lookin’.” Beaten Beater- “How much is this worth? Beats me.” Frayed Yarn- “Kitties would find it more endearin’ than I do.” Shoe Horn- “Boots are better for a reason.” Lucky Cat Jar- “If that pig’s got taste at all, he’ll know how important this jar is.” Air Unfreshener- “Should be poop-shaped instead. Ugh.” Potato Cup- “Now I, too, can drink potato-flavored water.” Wire Hanger- “My clothes may be tattered and dirty, but no longer wrinkled!” Iridescent Gem- “I like to look at it... is it lookin’ back at me?” Moon Caller’s Staff- “Now I can moon others too.” Shadow Atrium- “It should not be beatin’.” Beach Toy- “Some sandy guy could use this.” Crumpled Package- “Ya know what they say. One man’s garbage...” Venom Gland- “Fight fire with fire.” Dubloons- “Yes!! Proper money!” Message in a Bottle- “Not now, I’m busy lookin’ for treasure.” Snake Oil- “Tryin’ to fool me. For shame.” Orange Soda- “Sodarn excited to find this.” Voodoo Doll- “Do I or do I not have the heart to ‘play’ with it?” Ukulele- “Well, Aloha O’e.” License Plate- “M’sure I can use this for something...” Ancient Vase- “Ancient things are for museums. Museums pay for this.” Brain Cloud Pill- “Can’t remember what it does. Memory’s foggy.” Wine Bottle Candle- “Waste of good wine.” Broken AAC Device- “Doesn’t seem at all valuable like this.” One True Earring- “Sounds like something worth a fortune!” Old Boot- “Looks good to kick bums with.” Sextant- “Heh. Heheh.” Toy Boat- “I wanna paint a skull and crossbones on the sail.” Soaked Candle- “May have some use still.” Sea Worther- “Feel like a scallywag for not knowin’ what this is.” Iron, Bone and Golden Key- “It unlocks something important. I can feel it.” Tarnished Crown- “Doesn’t seem like sellin’ material.” Failed (Adventure Mode)- “That was a waste of resources.” Obelisk (sane, down)- “This thing gives me a bad feeling.” -- (insane, up)- “So it wasn’t decoration!” -- (sane, up)- “Lemme guess. I can’t blow it up.” -- (insane, down)- “Whoa, who chopped it down?” Divining Rod (before being picked up)- “Why is that radio on a stick?” -- “You’re gonna be a useful friend.” -- (cold)- “Who knows where it is...” -- (warm)- “Must be in this area.” -- (warmer)- “Gotta keep my eyes peeled!” -- (hot)- “It’s mine now!” Maxwell’s Door- “A creepy door in the middle of the woods. Hm.” Maxwell’s Phonograph- “Make that thing stop!” Maxwell Statue- “Vandalism just waitin’ to happen.” Maxwell’s Tooth Trap- “Nice try, old man.” -- (went off)- “Nicely done, old man...” Nightmare Throne- “My butt hurts just lookin’ at it.” Generic- “Heck if I know.” Freedom- “No prison is eternal!” Freezing- “$!@#, I’m cold!!” Battlecry- “De España con amor!” -- (prey)- “Right behind ya.” -- (pig)- “Time to smash the piggy bank!” Leaving combat- “Not my kinda approach anyway.” Dusk- “The sun hides as crime awakes.” Hounds are coming- “I hate that sound.” Deerclops is coming- “What the heck was that!” Eating (painful food)- “Oof. That wasn’t wise.” Hungry- “El hambre...” Lightning miss- “Gave me a $!@# scare!” Overheating- “I’m meltin’...!” Tree shelter- “Nature ain’t so bad, after all.” Giant arrival- “I know for a fact that’s no good.” Refusing to eat Eternal Fruitcake- “I’ll never be desperate enough.” Cave-in warning- “Keep movin’! Keep movin’!” Encumbered (carrying heavy object) - “Hrng... Huff...” - “I ain’t... made for this...!” - “This... is no work... for a thief...” - “Ugh... my everything...” Volcano eruption warning- “Be prepared.” Volcano eruption- “Run like heck and don’t stop!” Sea hounds are coming- “Not even in the sea...” Sealnado is coming- “Pretty windy today, huh.” Map border approaching- “A dead end. Or is it?” Entering map border- “Who knows by this point.” Exiting map border- “Whatever the case, we’re here now.” Riding wave- “Yeehaw!” Formal Set- “Nobody suspects a thief under this perfect look.” Survivor Set- “Sometimes, to find the diamond in the rough, ya gotta become rough yourself.” Shadow Set- “Now acceptin’ worship in the form of your valuables!” Halloween Costume Set- “Monkey business afoot.” Rose Set- “I am now even more of a prick.”

#ooc #character quotes #this took so long oh my god

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Day 5

Morning diary. Very early morning infact. I feel very at home here next to the sea. The salty, crisp air… The clear skies… I watch the stars glimmer until the sun rises over Olivine, and Mr Trainer Man tells us we can do with some more training before we head out; no-one is to be lost at sea! I spend the time practising my breaststroke; I’ve spent a long time away from the water and its going to be hard carrying a human on my back as I go!

Plankton just watches on, his eyes empty and soulless. I still remember that scary ghost FLAG lady, and I can’t help but think that he has something to do with it…

When I feel prepared and well re-acquainted with the water I call Mr Trainer Man over. Everyone waves goodbye to me as they go back into their ball, apart from Plankton… I am very scared about him!

Close to the whirl islands the extent of the ocean gets to me. I start to tire, but I know I must go on for the sake of everyone (especially Mr Trainer Man; I don’t think he can swim and he can’t even hide in a pokeball!). A friendly Tentacool sees my struggle and offers to share my load with me. I pass Mr Trainer Man over to him briefly while I regain my strength. He says his name is Jeff, and he offers to come along with us all the way to Cianwood. My strength mostly recovered, I turn down his offer gratefully and he passes Mr Trainer Man back to me. But I do tell him that we are on an adventure and he is welcome to join us for the long haul, at which he tries to break into one of Mr Trainer Man’s pokeball! He takes the hint and brings Jeff along with us, but because of the stupid human rules, he has to go to the box for now. I don’t see why he can’t swap with Plankton personally…

Cianwood is a sight for sore feet! Mr Trainer Man, once we get this medicine to Amphy I need to teach you how to swim, I wouldn’t want to drop you one day! Woah, is that one of the big doggies from the burned building? Guys, wait up, please, my legs are really tired! And what about Amphy?

As Mr Trainer Man approaches the dog, I am still a few feet behind. The dog (Suicine I think his name is) lets out a deafening roar and hops around Mr Trainer Man, running between him and me to escape. I feel the wind rush by as he runs. I wish he could have stopped to chat, I’m sure he would’ve been a really strong friend! Oh well, maybe next time we see him I’ll be able to ask!

Mr Trainer Man turns back just as I manage to catch up, and I see a look of recognition on his face. I turn around to see someone running at us. Who are you exactly? Eusine? We met at the burned tower? … Can’t say you made much of an impact to be honest, sorry!

Wait, why are you fighting us? So the windy water doggie recognises your strength? You are one strange man Mr Eusine. Can’t it wait until I’ve had a bit of a lie down first? Aang at least is aware of my weariness and hops infront of Mr Trainer Man, ready to go. Eusine sends in a Hypno who has an evil look on his face, almost as if… he’s plotting something? Aang takes a psychic poorly. I start to shuffle forward to take over, but Plankton manages to get there faster than me. For a moment I worry, and then Plankton collapses to the floor. I move forward to investigate Plankton’s body, the fight forgotten, and I feel a focus blast singe the top of my coral. As a reflex I use surf, trying to bide some time to work this out. Why would Plankton sacrifice himself for us? The wave dies down and I see #FATBAT gnawing on the Hypno’s arm until it collapses.

Next up, Eusine sends in an Electrode. Sandy comes in, our designated electric destroyer, but after one mud bomb the Electrode’s smile twitches and Euine switches it for a Jumpluff. Why are all his team so… suspicious? Even this Jumpluff seems to be floating in a taunting manner! How does that even work?! #FATBAT moves forward, but Tomato stomps past to hurl sludge at the strangley sly dandelion, taking it down with ease.

Wait, you have a Rotom? Oh come on, that’s just not even fair… Sandy snorts laughter at my disbelief, stomping forward as swiftly as her legs will carry her. I’m not entirely sure why, but Sandy attempts to bite the Rotom with her ice cold teeth. To each their own I guess, but I can’t imagine a ghost would taste particularly… nice… at all… The Rotom attempts to avoid her jaws, the taunting laughter quickly becoming unsettled, before Sandy gives a big gulp and the Rotom disappears. Eusine stares in disbelief as Sandy heads off to the corner to have a nap to digest the Rotom, before remembering to send out his Electrode. Tomato comes forward, not wanting to be outdone, and hurls more sludge. The Electrode summons thunder, so I hide under Sandy’s soft fur, but Tomato brings and end to the Electrode swiftly. Seriously Eusine, why do all your Pokemon seem so evil? Team Rocket’s Pokemon seem nicer than yours!

Sorry about that diary, we needed to make a quick diversion! After that battle we were all a bit low on post battle supplies (a Corsola needs her snacks, alright?), but the medicine man was too busy watching TV to pay any attention to us! He was watching a show called ‘gym leader victories’, so we reckoned the fastest way to get his attention would be to win a fight in Cianwood so he would maybe try to get himself on television. But because he wasn’t paying any attention to us, I had to swim us all the way back to Olivine so we could go and get some more battle supplies! Anyway, we’ve made it back to Cianwood now! Mr Trainer Man is quickly asking around to see if the TV people will film his battle so we can get the medicine mans attention. A brown haired lady came up to me and complimented my apparent strength, asking who my trainer was and if they would take care of a surfing Pikachu. I explained about all the accidents we’ve had, and how everyone keeps getting badly hurt, and she ran off. Is it not normal? Oh well, I won’t tell Mr Trainer Man if you don’t diary!

#FATBAT came to collect me, telling me she had beaten up all the gym trainers and that we’re ready for the leader. I feel a little offended because I didn’t know everyone was already to fight… I mean, I know that it’s a fighting type gym and I’m not the best at taking on fighting types, and I know I’m really tired after all that swimming, but what if someone needs a motivational dance? I do the best motivational dances!

I ask #FATBAT to carry me to the gym so I can get there faster than my legs can carry me, and we burst through the door as Mr Trainer Man gives Tomato a berry to make ice type moves less effective, and then gives #FATBAT one to make rock type moves less effective. How does that even work? It must just be placebo; I’ll keep my mouth shut so they don’t think about it!

Time to take on the Chuskster!

Okay guys, the sooner we do this, the sooner Amphy gets medicine to get better. #FATBAT, you’ve got the speed you’re up! Come on Aang, we need to get the attention of the TV people, we need to get our dancing shoes on!

#FATBAT swipes through the air, forcing Primeape to retreat behind a substitute. Our dance turns mocking, goading the Primeape to attack. I flinch as I hear the crackle of electricity, but #FATBAT keeps dancing through the sky, slicing neatly through the Primeape to take it down.

Chuck sends in a Poliwrath, so Tomato taps in, our designated water killer. Poliwrath’s smile turns menacing as he sends Tomato to sleep with a hypnosis. Aand and I run over to Tomato, trying to wake him up, but whenever we do Poliwrath just sends him to sleep again! Suddenly the Poliwrath switches tactics, going for the ice punch. Tomato takes the damage well, but his cold blood freezes over immediately. Aang tries to wrap himself around as much of Tomato as possible to warm him up, but he’s simply too large. Mr Trainer Man does a good job of keeping Tomato well healed, but Tomato is having too hard a time of thawing out. I look at the Poliwrath. He seems to be slowing down, as if keeping his fists ice cold is wearing him down. He readies a focus punch, and #FATBAT leaps forward. Poliwrath attempts to keep #FATBAT frozen by sleep, but our cheering keeps #FATBAT strong and eventually she manages to knock out the Poliwrath as well.

Sandy helps me and Aang pull Tomato’s frozen body to one side while #FATBAT slashes her way through Hitmonlee. The TV crew almost seem bored by how elegant #FATBAT is; with her level of ease there is no drama to be pulled out of the battle! That is, until Hitmonchan comes in and manages to freeze #FATBAT. For a moment, even time seems to be frozen; did Chuck turn down the heating or do his Pokemon know exactly where to punch to freeze a ‘mon?! Aang rushes forward and slams into the Hitmonchan with his head. We quickly clear #FATBAT from the arena, as Chuck sends out a Hariyama. He looks slow, Aang says he’s positive he can dodge anything this slow sumo can throw his way. I hold the Wendy rock, a bad feeling coming over me. True to his word, Aang runs under the Hariyama’s cross chop, and slams his head into the Hariyama’s stomach, winding him. But he didn’t leave enough room to escape. The next cross chop cracks across Aang’s head.

Time seems to stop again as I hold the Wendy rock, waiting for it to warm up.

It doesn’t.

Sandy comes in, summoning a hailstorm to hide in. The Hariyama seems blinded, unable to see the brown mammoth in the white hail. Sandy throws mud bombs from afar as the Hariyama flails about trying to make contact. The Hariyama trips, and the next mud bomb splatters across his head, pulling his neck swiftly, and Hariyama is down for the count.

Chuck sends in a Breloom. Double trouble for Sandy. The Breloom gets off a spore, sending Sandy to sleep, but not before she tore at a good chunk of the Breloom with her freezing maw. Mr Trainer Man pushes #FATBAT into the arena, who has mostly thawed out now. Her anguish at seeing Aang’s broken body sends a bloodrush through her that gets her moving again, and she slashes aggressively at the Breloom. Down for the count.

Mr Trainer Man gets us all to the centre quickly so we can catch the medicine man before he gets lost in the TV again. When Tomato thaws, he seems upset about Aang, as does everyone else.

We have no time to mourn Aang, I tell them. We need to help Amphy.

The medicine man gives us his secretpotion, in awe of our strength. Chuck’s wife overheard about the sick Ampharos, so gives us her fly HM. #FATBAT tells us all to wait where we are. She flies Mr Trainer Man to Olivine. From how little time it took, I can only presume the lift there is still working; before I know it #FATBAT is back, telling us that Amphy is feeling loads better. Mr Trainer Man looks a bit dishevelled, I guess #FATBAT didn’t slow.

Mr Trainer Man takes a quick rest. Amphy is fine, Aang is gone. What a world, eh?

We are all very quiet. I consider everyone in the team my friend, but I’ve been through a lot with Aang, we were adventurers extrodinaire. Everyone else… just seems along for the ride. Don’t tell them I told you that though diary. I think they sense it though. Something has changed, now, with our group.

When Mr Trainer Man comes around he tells us he got a call from Baboa, saying the safari zone is ready. I remember my rage at hearing about this ghastly concept, so I go along with the excitement. Time to free all those mons!

We reach the gate and… oh no, not another Team Rocket Man. ‘Pay up, with your pokemon?’ Yeah right. I’ve just about had enough of all these rocket men. Come on guys, time to take them OUT.

Well, the gate was easy enough at least. Two Rocket Men trussed up ready for Officer Jenny to take them away. But now there’s a little girl being attacked by two of the Rocket Men. Sandy teams up with her Porygon 2 against the grunts Rhyhorn and Drowzee. Her Porygon 2 seems pretty competent in its own right. Tomato and myself have a bit of a go fighting as well, a lot of our spirit drained, to which the Porygon 2 was thankfully oblivious to. At least the little girl has a good protector I think as I help tie up the Rocket Men.

A little further along and there is a rock in the way of the cave. I try pushing it, but it doesn’t budge! I step aside for Sandy to have a go, when I hear a cry for help. A red haired man (who seems nicer than Chat, red hair may not be inherently evil) is being attacked by two more Rocket Men. Don’t these guys know when to quit?

#FATBAT teams up with the strangers Umbeon. The Umbreon seems a lot more useless than the little girls Porygon 2, no wonder why this guy was screaming for help so loud!

Ugh… Mr Trainer Man? I don’t feel so good…

I can hardly keep my eyes open as I watch #FATBAT take down the Rocket Men… but everything is going dark… Am I out of Pokemon? Is that… it?

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Day 5

Plankton just watches on, his eyes empty and soulless. I still remember that scary ghost FLAG lady, and I can’t help but think that he has something to do with it…

When I feel prepared and well re-acquainted with the water I call Mr Trainer Man over. Everyone waves goodbye to me as they go back into their ball, apart from Plankton… I am very scared about him!

Time to take on the Chuskster!

Time seems to stop again as I hold the Wendy rock, waiting for it to warm up.

It doesn’t.

Mr Trainer Man gets us all to the centre quickly so we can catch the medicine man before he gets lost in the TV again. When Tomato thaws, he seems upset about Aang, as does everyone else.

We have no time to mourn Aang, I tell them. We need to help Amphy.

Mr Trainer Man takes a quick rest. Amphy is fine, Aang is gone. What a world, eh?

We reach the gate and… oh no, not another Team Rocket Man. ‘Pay up, with your pokemon?’ Yeah right. I’ve just about had enough of all these rocket men. Come on guys, time to take them OUT.

#FATBAT teams up with the strangers Umbeon. The Umbreon seems a lot more useless than the little girls Porygon 2, no wonder why this guy was screaming for help so loud!

Ugh… Mr Trainer Man? I don’t feel so good…

I can hardly keep my eyes open as I watch #FATBAT take down the Rocket Men… but everything is going dark… Am I out of Pokemon? Is that… it?

-NOTES-

So, there is a bit of a disparity between the end of stream 5 and the beginning of stream 6. I believe this was the battle with the Weezing that wiped out half the time. It is also when Pokemon such as Katsu were caught. I’m trying to be accurate with the fights (I literally have pages of notes) so I don’t really want to ad-lib it. This disparity does occur at the end of the stream when it crashed and Liam had to play catch up off camera. So I think Brick passing out and not remembering what happened is a potential solution. If you can think of a different suggestion, let me know. Otherwise the next day will begin with Brick waking up confused. Let me know if you think I should keep this note at the end also (although cut short obviously!)

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