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Bond of Brothers

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, and the Funimation English Dub series. Also, I just wanted it to be known that I watch the show in the English dub, so those are the voices I imagine for the characters. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. Set after Episode 377, which is titled “The Pain of My Crewmates Is My Pain! Zoro's Desperate Fight!” because that episode gave me some major big feelings. More in the Author’s Note at the end.

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Brook the famed Humming Swordsman and musician slowly approaches Nico Robin, the woman the World Government has dubbed the “Demon Child” with a look of grave concern and confusion on what remains of his face. After all, he is a skeleton and must show his expression using only bones, yo-ho-ho!

“Nico Robin, may I speak to you?” Brook inquires as he comes to Robin’s side where she is helping Chopper bandage Zoro’s multitude of new injuries.

“But of course you may, Brook,” Robin smiles, standing up and drying her hands on the rag next to her. “Doctor, I will return to help momentarily,” she directs to Chopper, watching as the blue-nosed reindeer methodically cleans and dresses Zoro’s wounds.

“Take your time, Robin! You’ve been a big help already!” Chopper calls, wiping his brow before returning to the task before him.

Brook follows Robin to one of the corners away from the hustle and bustle of the giant feast going on around them.

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“What would you like to speak about, Brook?” Robin sweetly inquires, sitting on the ledge with a small cup of sake in her hands.

It takes the skeleton some time to begin speaking, but Robin never once interrupts the silence, looks bored with the conversation, or lets Brook believe his desire to talk is needless. Her gentle and almost motherly demeanor is one reason why all of the Strawhat crew comes to Robin to talk about anything and everything they need to.

“I saw what the swordsman and the cook tried to do to protect Strawhat Luffy,” Brook eventually admits, a sheepish tone in his voice.

“Ah,” Robin breathes, taking another sip of her sake. “We mustn’t let them know. Their pride would surely suffer, as they did not want these sacrifices to be public information,” she continues, a hint of warning in her voice.

“So, you saw them fight, too?” Brook inquires, sitting down next to Robin as they continue to speak in private.

“No, I was as unconscious as the others,” Robin admits with a smile. “Let’s just say I have my ways,” she winks, holding up one of her magically crafted ears she had used to spy.

“Ah, your Devil Fruit powers, but of course!” Brook nearly shouts, catching on rather quickly. “But why if the two of them fight like… Oh, what is the saying?” Brook trails off, trying to think of the proper expression. “If the two of them fight like cats and dogs, why did they fight so hard to keep one another from sacrificing themselves to Kuma?” the skeleton musician inquires, still attempting to understand the intricacies of the Strawhat crew.

“Because Sanji and Zoro are brothers,” Robin states matter-of-factly, looking over at the blonde cook as he brings Chopper and Nami more pieces of strawberry cake.

The raven-haired archaeologist does not miss the concerned look that passes over Sanji’s face when he looks at the “moss head” swordsman lying supine on the makeshift bed.

“Not actual brothers, you understand, but the Strawhat crew are very much a family, one I’m grateful to now be a part of,” Robin smiles, casting her gaze over to where Nami is chasing after Luffy and Usopp as the two men drunkenly continue to sing Bink’s Brew despite the skeleton finishing his performance hours ago.

“Ah, so that explains why they both couldn’t let the other sacrifice himself. I see. Or I would, if I had any eyes! Yo-ho-ho!” Brook laughs hysterically.

“Shut up already, you stupid skeleton! I’ll clobber you!” Franky shouts from across the room.

“Yes, but that was also pride and duty, you see. The pride made Sanji think he needed to be the one to sacrifice himself as well as why I heard them say that Zoro told him that wasn’t a cook’s job to die in battle,” she continues to explain, blue eyes reflexively scanning the room to ensure all her crewmates are still safely out of harm’s way. “As for duty, with Luffy being our captain and Zoro our first mate, Zoro’s duty was to take over as Captain since Luffy was incapacitated. Thus, per his duty as first mate and acting Captain, Zoro could not allow anyone else to stand-in for Luffy’s head. It had to be our former pirate hunter.”

“Even as a former pirate, I did not know all of this. Captain Yorki never ran his crew that way. I see why everyone is confident that Monkey D. Luffy and his crew have the power to rule the seas,” Brook admits, pure amazement in his voice.

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“Brook,” Robin calls as the skeleton prepares to head back to the piano at the request of Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper. “Let us keep this conversation to ourselves. We don’t want to hurt the pride of our swordsman and cook, do we?” she innocently smiles while she stands to go and obtain another cup of sake.

“I wouldn’t dream of talking behind their backs nor yours, Robin,” Brook admits, smiling widely at the archaeologist. “I know how fragile a man’s ego can be! Thank you for talking with me today.”

“Likewise, Brook. Any time you wish to talk, know that I am here.”

With that, the two part ways to enjoy the rest of the celebration on Thriller Bark, the laughter and shouts of the crew raging behind them and into the night.

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Author’s Note: This episode gave me a multitude of feelings and my husband and I had such a major conversation similar to this one about the sacrifice Zoro was willing to make. My husband grew up watching One Piece because I was not born when it first aired, but I have always been fascinated with pirates growing up. Thus, I interpreted the situation much differently than he did, as I knew that as first mate it is Zoro’s job to lead and protect the crew when Luffy is unable to act as Captain. My husband believes that Zoro and Sanji fought over who could sacrifice themselves over pride and wanting to save the crew, but I also added to his point that there was a bit of crew dynamics that needed to be taken into account as well. In the nearly three and a half years my husband and I have been together, we have watched One Piece together and it has become extremely near and dear to my heart and I am excited that I get to share that experience of watching it for the first time with him! (We just had our wedding on March 11th, 2023 for reference.) Anyway, Zoro is absolutely my favorite Straw Hat and until Brook showed up during the Thriller Bark arc, my husband told me that Sanji was his favorite Straw Hat Pirate as he didn’t want to spoil the addition of Brook to the crew for me.

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Thus, since both Brook and Robin witnessed some form of the battle and the big reveal, this story was born. I hope you all enjoyed reading. If you did, please leave me a kudos or a comment, as those really help me understand what parts of my writing people enjoy the most. Until next time, dear readers! I have many more One Piece scenes already written and have ideas for many more! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night. Thanks for reading.

#i just really really love one piece #one piece #one piece drabbles #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #soul king brook #brook #a drabble a day #yes I know I'm behind on the drabble a day #but I was busy planning my wedding #so I think I had a valid excuse at least #writing every day #2023 writing goals

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A Sky Full of Stars

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, and the Funimation English Dub series. Also, I just wanted it to be known that I watch the show in the English dub, so those are the voices I imagine for the characters. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. Set during the part of Ending 9 where Robin wakes the crew up to look at the shooting stars with her.

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One night aboard the Going Merry, Robin is sitting in the crow’s nest for her shift of night watch when the sky opens up above her. Stars begin falling through the sky, shooting through the inky blackness and lighting up the deck of the Going Merry. As much as Nico Robin enjoys her moments of solitude, she knows and feels strongly that such a moment this special deserves to be shared with her crewmates. Using her Flower-Flower fruit skills, Robin utilizes her crafted hands to wake her fellow crew member and Captain sleeping below deck. Grumbling, yawns, and a few muffled curses (from Zoro and Sanji) come from the Straw Hat Pirates as they are aroused from their sleep.

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Nami is the first Straw Hat to appear above deck and the navigator’s face lights up instantly to see so many shooting stars falling at once. She nearly immediately takes out paper to sketch on and to add to her ever-growing map of the world. Chopper and Luffy are the next to emerge from below deck, the reindeer doctor and Captain excitedly bursting onto the deck to view the wonders of astronomy. Usopp and Sanji wait on the stairs under the deck, content to watch the stars above but have the ability to sit down if they desire. Zoro, being the deep sleeper that he is and with one more prompting from Robin, grumbles and emerges from the boys’ sleeping quarters but is not quite sure why the archaeologist is as fascinated by the stars as she is. He’d much rather be back sleeping in his hammock before his shift of watch, thank you very much.

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Luffy runs excitedly around the deck, Chopper close on his heels. As the boyish Captain of the Straw Hats gazes in wonder at the shooting stars, Nami comes up to the deck at Ronin’s insistence to come sit in the crow’s nest with her.

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“Zoro! Sanji! Usopp!” Luffy shouts, so much happiness in his voice. “Get up here and look at the stars! You’re missing all the fun!” he continues, making Robin smile widely at her new crew.

Author’s Note: I wrote this little drabble today while I was waiting for the next speaker to come into a work meeting that I had today, and I am rather pleased with how it turned out! I love the little scenes in the intros and outros where the crew are hanging out and enjoying one another, so thus, this drabble was born! Expect plenty more One Piece drabbles from me, as I already have quite a few written that I haven’t posted. I really enjoy the Straw Hat Pirates and especially writing about them as a found family! (I had about 42 total drabbles for different fandoms handwritten in a spiral notebook at the start of the year for my A Drabble a Day series, but due to my hectic work schedule and the amount of errands I’ve been having to run for my wedding on March 11th, 2023, my time to type them up and post them has been minimal.) Thus, I plan on posting them and dating them for the appropriate day I would have posted them on. Any comments or kudos would be greatly appreciated on this work! Until next time, dear readers! Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or evening!

#one piece #nico robin #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #writing every day #a drabble a day #I kinda got behind in posting due to work and wedding plans #oops #I will go back and post the ones I had already written under the dates intended #the one piece crew is just wholesome #the one piece crew is just my favorite found family ever

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The Magic of Beginnings

Disclaimer: I do not own either of the canon characters. They belong solely to Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. I did, however, re-name my female Byleth in-game to Atarah, as I thought Byleth was the name for the male hero since that was the name in my fiancé’s playthrough when he would play as I studied for Nursing school exams nearly two years ago. Oops. So, any mention to Atarah is indeed a blue-haired female Byleth.

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When Atarah the blue-haired daughter of the famed Captain Jeralt first begins her position at the monastery, Claude is instantly by her side.

“You came!” he happily chirrups, and almost blinding smile appearing on his lips. “I’m so happy you did,” the leader of the Golden Deer adds, dropping the volume of his voice to nearly a whisper.

“That I did,” Atarah softly grins, a small quirk of her lips and nothing more. “Apparently my father and I are in high demand around here,” the famed mercenary continues as she and Claude walk through the courtyard together. “It seems we both have our work cut out for us.”

“Indeed. Though, from what I saw of your skill in battle when you saved us from those thieves, they’re right to proposition you to stay,” Claude compliments, his eyes shining at the recent memory. “Although, I hope their offer was not as tactless as Dimitri’s and Edelgard’s were,” he laughs, thinking of those two house leaders trying to recruit Atarah immediately following the battle with the thieves.

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“Is there something you wanted, Claude?” Atarah inquires some time later as she realizes they have nearly reached her quarters and the heir to the Alliance is still animatedly chatting with her.

“Hmm?” Claude hums, slight confusion etched on his brow. “Must I want something to spend time with you, Atarah? After that battle and our journey here, I would consider us to be friends,” he admits, suddenly pulling up to a stop as they reach Atarah’s quarters.

Atarah’s cheeks quickly develop a scarlet blush in embarrassment as she looks up at Claude.

“I’m sorry, Claude. I… I…” Atarah stammers, and she can’t help but use one of Jeralt’s favorite curses in her head. “Of course I didn’t mean it to sound like that. My social skills will need some work, it seems,” the blue-haired mercenary admits, the color still painting her cheeks. “Floating from battlefield to battlefield with my father never left me the option of speaking to those my own age, I’m afraid,” she continues, and Atarah wonders what the smooth-talking heir of the Alliance could possibly be thinking about her now.

Claude gently laughs, clasping Atarah’s hands in his warmer, larger ones before he speaks again, his green eyes locking on Atarah’s azure blue ones.

“Atarah, I mean what I said about thinking of you as my friend,” he assures, squeezing Atarah’s hands gently. “Let’s just spend the next year or so learning about each other, little by little,” Claude suggests, that dazzling smile of his appearing and making Atarah go weak at the knees.

(Goddess, he truly is handsome!)

“I’d… I’d like that very much, Claude,” Atarah smiles back.

“Then I bid you goodnight, my Lady,” Claude grins, dropping a kiss to the back of her hand before turning back towards his own quarters.

The new professor of the Blue Lions quickly closes her door with a sigh, slumping to the floor with a dreamy far-off look in her eyes.

Whenever they both have a free moment, Claude and Atarah are nearly inseparable. They walk through the grounds of the monastery, talking about anything and everything, ranging from their unnatural upbringings to discovering their birthdays are only a day apart, with Atarah’s being the day before Claude’s. As they walk and explore the monastery together, Claude learns that Atarah feels most at peace in nature and can handle a sword better than anyone, other than Felix, that he’s ever met. Meanwhile, Atarah learns that Claude is a terrible cook, as she learns the hard way when he burns the meal they were cooking together in the dining hall, and that the heir of House Riegan would rather shy away from any responsibility in favor of aiding those he cares about. They fall into a sort of pattern this way, spending time uninterrupted with each other at least every other day to the point that everyone else has begun to take notice. No matter. Let them be jealous of their newfound companionship if they wanted. It’s not like the opinions of others has ever mattered to Claude and Atarah, and it’s not like they are breaking any rules.

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When Lady Rhea discovers that Captain Jeralt’s only child’s birthday is fast approaching, she quickly and happily announces there will be a ball held in honor of Atarah as the newest professor of Garreg Mach Monastery. Knowing of Claude’s love of music and his birthday being the day after hers, Atarah suggests a joint party to Lady Rhea and Seteth. At this suggestion, Seteth speaks of “favoritism” and that it would mean they should have celebrated Edelgard’s birthday in this way, which had already passed. Atarah knows that very well, thank you very much, as she sent Edelgard flowers and dined with the leader of the Black Eagles to celebrate. Oh, well. She had tried, and no one can fault her for that.

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Atarah’s birthday and subsequent party quickly approach, and everyone at Garreg Mach is abuzz with energy. Jeralt begins the festivities by bringing his daughter breakfast in bed like he did every year prior with a smile on his lips and a second tray for himself.

“For you,” Captain Jeralt suddenly announces, producing a gift from seemingly nowhere with a grin lighting his features.

“It’s beautiful, Papa!” Atarah gasps, throwing her arms around Jeralt’s neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek at the sight of a brand new, handcrafted sword.

“You’ve been training so much that I knew you’d love a new one. Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Jeralt whispers, and Atarah thinks of how privileged she is to be the only one alive who gets to see Captain Jeralt, her fearless father, at his kindest. After her breakfast with her father, Atarah walks into the Blue Lions lecture room to find everyone waiting for her, which is definitely strange since Sylvain is almost always late.

“What’s all this, then?” she inquires, taking in all of the excited faces.

A chorus of “Happy birthday!” soon rings out. Atarah’s heart swells at the gesture.

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That evening, the party commences after dinner and is planned to last halfway through the night, despite tomorrow being a training day. If there is one thing that does not mix well with Atarah, it’s being the center of attention in a social gathering. Due to her upbringing on many battlefields, she isn’t very talkative in general, preferring to listen and offer advice or an input when necessary. There are a handful of people who can consistently engage her in conversation, one of whom is coming towards her.

“You look beautiful, Teach,” Claude compliments, his voice breathy with emotion as he takes in the sight of Atarah wearing an emerald green dress that honestly matches Claude’s eyes.

“Thank you, Claude,” Atarah quietly returns, the tips of her ears turning pink as she meets Claude’s gaze. “You look quite handsome tonight,” she shyly grins, her blue eyes twinkling in the low light. “I really wish you’d stop calling me that, though.”

“Ah, c’mon, it’s funny!” Claude laughs, taking Atarah’s hand in his own. “I will try not to do it quite as much, then… Teach,” he continues, and Atarah playfully smacks his upper arm.

“You’re such an imp,” Atarah chuckles softly, the smallest quirk coming to her lips.

“Ah, but that’s one of my many charms,” Claude grins, showing all of his white teeth to the woman in front of him. “Now, c’mon, let’s have our one obligated dance we’ve agreed to, and then we can sneak on outta here,” he suggests, offering Atarah his hand as they prepare to join the other dancers.

“You mean it? You really want to dance with me?” Atarah inquires, hope evident in her voice as Claude gently pulls her on to the dance floor. “What if I step on your feet?”

“Of course I wanna dance with you, Atarah,” Claude answers in earnest, using one of his hands to tuck a loose strand of blue hair behind her ear. “I did tell you I was a treasure on the dance floor, and I intend to show you that,” he teases, his emerald eyes shining in mirth. “And don’t worry about stepping on my toes. I’m sure I’ve sustained many more injuries training against Dimitri and Edelgard.”

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After they dance to two slow songs and one fast dance complete with plenty of spinning and twirling, Claude and Atarah sneak out of the side door and head for the grassy field behind the monastery. Neither of them do particularly well in large crowds, and with everyone living at Garreg Mach in attendance, the room was practically filled to the brim. Once they are far enough away from the hustle and bustle noise of the party, Atarah and Claude flop down, the grass tickling against Atarah’s pale, bare legs.

“There! That’s much better! Isn’t it, Teach?” Claude happily sighs, reclining in the grass with his arms behind his head.

“It absolutely is,” Atarah agrees, the smallest of smiles on her lips as she sits next to Claude. “You are quite the splendid dancer, Claude. I could hardly keep up,” she compliments, her blue eyes locking onto his green ones.

“You aren’t so bad yourself,” Claude admits, his smile radiating in the darkness. “I’d gladly dance with you again, just say the word,” he winks, and that silent blush returns to Atarah’s cheeks.

Atarah simply grabs Claude’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, one of their many forms of silent communication they have built over the past few months. With that, they both settle into the grass to watch the stars shining down from above.

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The bell over the monastery chimes as it does five minutes before the end of the hour, and that snaps Claude and Atarah out of their silent reverie with the stars.

“Teach, quick! Make a birthday wish before the night’s over!” Claude declares, jerking himself upright, pulling Atarah up with him until they are sitting practically nose-to-nose.

“Whatever would I wish for?” Atarah inquires, not quite remembering if she has ever made a birthday wish in the past.

“Whatever your heart desires! C’mon, give it a try,” the leader of the Golden Deer urges, clasping Atarah’s hands in his own.

Quirking her brow at him before acquiescing, Atarah closes her blue eyes and makes her birthday wish. Suddenly, flashes of light appear even behind her eyelids and when Atarah opens her eyes, Claude and the rest of the world before her are bathed in the lights and colors of fireworks.

“Whatcha think?” Claude inquires, holding Atarah’s right hand tenderly with his left.

“It… It’s magical!” Atarah gasps, the breath nearly leaving her body. “I wonder how they…” she begins to question before Claude cuts her off.

“I told them. I knew how much you’ve always wanted to see fireworks, Teach.”

“Claude, I… Thank you! I don’t know what to…”

Suddenly, Claude acts on impulse and crashes their lips together, his right hand coming to rest on her cheek while his left curls protectively around Atarah’s waist. Atarah is originally shell-shocked due to never being kissed before, but she quickly matches Claude’s rhythm, switching from gentle and demure to more demanding effortlessly. As the clock strikes midnight, switching from the 23rd to the 24th of Blue Sea Moon, they part.

“Happy birthday, Atarah,” Claude whispers, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Happy birthday, Claude,” Atarah gently returns, her heart swelling with the magic of new beginnings.

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Author’s Note: So, I started my first Fire Emblem: Three Houses playthrough a few months ago and picked the Blue Lions house because I liked the rest of the students from the house the best out of all the cast. However, in my heart of hearts, my female Byleth (here named Atarah because when I made my playthrough I didn’t realize that Byleth was the canon name for the protagonist until my fiancé pointed that out to me) falls in love with and marries Claude because his storyline and the interest he shows in female Byleth/Atarah in my game is just so insanely precious. So, yes, Atarah in my playthrough is the professor for the Blue Lions house but she is courting and then ends up marrying Claude. This is the first step on their journey together in which per the in-game dialogue, Claude says he wants to “spend the next year or so learning about each other, little by little”, which is what inspired this fic to take hold. I know I technically wrote it for the “A Drabble a Day” challenge that I have fallen behind on- and subsequently backdated some of my works because I had this fic and about thirty others written at the end of December 2022, I promise, but my work schedule gets in the way of posting- even though this is very clearly a story much longer than a drabble. Anyway, all this to say I hope you sincerely enjoyed my first Claude/female Byleth (Atarah) story and expect to see more of this pairing from me in the future as I continue to play the game once I have a break from work and once my wedding is in just more than two weeks! Until next time, my dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!

P.S. Let me know who your favorite Fire Emblem: Three Houses popular pairing is and who your favorite Fire Emblem: Three Houses rare pair is!

#fire emblem: three houses #claude von riegan #claude/byleth #female byleth #byleth #my female byleth is named Atarah because my fiancé didn't tell me Byleth was canon until after I made my character #oops #my female Byleth will thus always be referred to as Atarah #a drabble a day #writing every day

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Happy Wife, Happy Life

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters. They belong solely to Ali Hazelwood. No monetary gain is being made off of this drabble.

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“Anything else you’d like to do today while we’re out, Olive?” Adam Carlsen inquires, his right hand turning Olive’s chin towards him where he can gaze into her eyes.

“Well…” Olive blusters, not quite sure how to bring this up, let alone how to bring up this idea in a group setting. “They’re having an adoption event in the park today…” she trails off, fixing Adam with her most innocent smile.

“Why, pray tell, are you wanting to go to this adoption event?” Adam questions, tossing a look at Holden for help.

“Well, I… I was hoping we could look at the animals and maybe pick one out now that we have a stable apartment living situation,” Olive begins to explain, her eyes sparkling in excitement as she imagines their life becoming even more complete with the addition of a pet.

“No,” Adam says, implying he is leaving very little room for discussion in regards to this matter.

“Adam, but why?” Olive asks, disappointment seeping through her body as she tries to process this blatant rejection.

“Olive, neither of us are home enough for a puppy, sweetheart. They’re a huge commitment, and both of us are working incredibly hard on our research,” the powerful STEM professor reminds, silently thinking of how proud he still is that Olive managed to receive a grant for her study.

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“You know what they say, Carlsen! Happy wife, happy life,” Holden beams up at Adam from across the table, absolutely taking Olive’s side on this matter.

“She’s my fiancée, not quite my wife yet, so I think I win this time on a technicality,” Adam smirks in that cocky yet sexy way Olive loves and is convinced only Dr. Carlsen knows how to pull off.

“Ah, but happy future wife, happy future life!” Malcolm calls in a sing-song voice as he returns back with three hot cocoas and a black coffee for the resident fall drink-hating member of their circle of trust.

Adam sighs dramatically, knowing when he’s been beaten.

“Olive, are you that serious about going?” he sighs, wrapping both arms around his fiancée’s back and shoulders as she drinks her seasonal hot cocoa.

“Yes, Adam! Let’s go see who we can open our home to!” Olive excitedly remarks, pressing a thick kiss to Adam’s cheek.

She could be quite convincing when she wanted to be.

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Adam Carlsen must admit that seeing Olive interacting with and holding various animals is indeed rather adorable and makes her even more irresistible to him. Currently, Olive is sitting in the middle of a pen filled with two litters of puppies, her laughter echoing as two puppies kiss her cheeks with their little tongues while another three tumble in her lap while a sixth pulls on her hair with sharp teeth.

“Olive, as adorable as you are, love, we agreed on no puppies,” Adam reminds, scooping the one puppy climbing up Olive’s back off of her to prevent the puppy from chewing on her hair.

Olive looks up at him holding the wriggling puppy and her heart swells at the sight of her well-known tough as nails fiancé pressing the chocolate-colored pup to his broad chest.

“Yes, I know, but they were just so cute that I had to play with them! That one seems to like you, Adam,” Olive smiles, love evident on every inch of her face.

“Yes, well,” Adam remarks, swallowing thickly as he hurriedly sets the puppy down before he and Olive can become too attached. “How about we go and look at the other animals to find one to possibly take home?” he smiles, offering Olive a hand up.

“I love you,” Olive grins, accepting the hand and pulling herself into his arms.

“I love you, too,” Adam breathes, encircling Olive’s waist with his hands.

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Author’s Note: Adam and Olive are one of my book OTPs now and forevermore! I never realized how much I would have loved the fake dating trope prior to reading this novel! I had seen it recommended on all different forms of social media and thought I would give it a whirl. Needless to say, I read it in less than four days even with three of those four days being ones that I worked at the hospital as a nurse! (Getting up at 4:00 to leave for work by 5:00 has its perks sometimes…) The idea for this fic came to me one day on a drive to work because I absolutely think that Olive is more of a cat person than a dog person anyway and that given her past, Olive is all for adopting the animals from rescues or shelters that no one else wants. (I have volunteered and fostered in animal rescue for nearly seven years now, so trust me when I say that everyone always wants the ”cute, small puppies and kittens” but hardly anyone wants to give the older, mature dogs and cats a chance. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this drabble! There are sure to be more Adam/Olive stories coming from me, as I already have several ideas for them already! As always, likes, comments, or kudos are greatly appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or evening! Until next time, dear readers!

#the love hypothesis #olive/adam #adam/olive #adam carlsen #olive smith #writing every day #a drabble a day

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Agony in the Sound of Silence

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, and the Funimation English Dub series. Also, I just wanted it to be known that I watch the show in the English dub, so those are the voices I imagine for the characters. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. Set after Episode 405 titled “Eliminated Friends – The Final Day of the Straw Hat Crew” because that episode broke me into a sobbing mess on the couch. More in the Author’s Note at the end.

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Luffy screams so much that his throat burns, his lungs heave, and his stomach threatens to propel all the food he ate earlier upwards. This couldn’t be happening! This couldn’t actually be real! Could it? And if so, how? How could five people, a reindeer, a cyborg, and a skeleton just vanish into the air without a trace? Even with knowing of Kuma’s Devil Fruit powers, the entire ordeal simply defies every case of reason. For that, Pirate Captain Strawhat Luffy laments, his howling shriek echoing throughout the mangrove trees on the archipelago as he slams his fists and body into the cold, unforgiving ground. There is agony in the sound of silence that is normally filled by his boisterous crew.

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He would rather be dead than live in a world without his faithful crew.

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His crew… They all mean the absolute world to Monkey D. Luffy.

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All that time ago, his first recruitment into the crew had been the infamous “Demon Pirate Hunter Zoro” after they fought Axe Hand Morgan together. Even following his critical injuries in his battle with Mihawk, Zoro had sworn to Luffy that he would never lose again lest he cause insult to his captain, the man who they believed would be the future King of the Pirates. Seeing the nearly lifeless body of his loyal, dragon-spirited first mate lying on the ground as he fought to protect his captain and crewmates would haunt Luffy forever. Usopp, the former cowardly liar from Syrup Village had fought so valiantly with his trusty slingshot to protect Zoro and Brook from Kuma before he, too, fell. Black Leg Sani, the love cook from the Baratie, had joined the crew fourth, and Luffy watched in pure horror as the blonde nearly shattered his leg attempting to avenge Usopp before he was gone as well. Nami, their resident thief, navigator, and money lover had technically been Luffy’s second recruit, though she didn’t acknowledge being a member of the crew until after Sanji due to her former hatred of pirates. Her scream for someone to rescue her like Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Sanji did when they destroyed Arlong Park would follow Luffy to the end of time. Chopper, their fluffy, cute reindeer doctor who wanted to travel the world was cut down brutally. Robin, formerly the elusive and cunning Miss All Sunday, the woman who just wanted to live was the last to fall as reached out for Luffy. Though Franky and Brook had both only been with them a short time, they already melded with the crew so well that Luffy wept as they disappeared as well.

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As the light from Kuma’s hand shines, Luffy is smiling, knowing that even if he dies, at least he’ll be reunited with his friend, his nakama, his Straw Hat crew family again.

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Author’s Note: This episode broke me. I literally was bawling with tears on the couch on my fiancé’s chest during the entire scene with Bink’s Brew playing in the background as it showed the photos of all the Straw Hat Pirates smiling and being happy after being accepted by Luffy. I kept saying how it wasn’t fair and that if they all ended up being dead that I was rage quitting watching One Piece and that I was never going to watch it or speak of it ever again. My fiancé thought that was funny and told me that I didn’t spend the entire three years of our relationship watching One Piece with him for the first time (for me) just to rage quit that many episodes into the show. (I told him that I absolutely would quit despite being that far into the show because I genuinely have come to love all of the Straw Hats even though I still have not forgiven Franky for what he did to Usopp in Water Seven…) Anyway, I thought that I needed to write this little piece because if I was so distraught over the crew’s presumed deaths, I couldn’t even imagine what Luffy must be feeling. Thus, ta-da, this little story was born. As always, likes, comments, and kudos are greatly appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!

#one piece #i just really really love one piece #monkey d luffy #straw hat crew #straw hat pirates #this episode made me cry so hard #bartholomew kuma

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Will You Ever Confess?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters in this drabble. They belong to Aka Akasaka and Viz Media. Just as a side note, I watch the English dub of this anime. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble.

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Kaguya is starting to get increasingly frustrated with him. Between all the stolen touches, the plotted moments alone, and the absolute apparentness of his affection, Miyuki Shirogane has still not confessed his feelings for her. It is almost aggravating enough to make Kaguya confess to him herself. Almost. She could never do that, lest she lose the tactical game she’s been playing with the president for two years. Kaguya Shinomiya can tell that he likes her, and the thought gnaws at her very core every day, especially with Hayasaka now attempting to woo the student council president for her own. As the two continue their daily sparring into their long game of an admission of love or infatuation, Kaguya has but one question.

“Will you ever confess, Shirogane?!?”

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Miyuki Shirogane is already frustrated with her. Over the past year, he has visited his vice president when she was sick, taken her to see the fireworks she always dreamed of, and has even worn cat ears for her! Kaguya Shinomiya, despite all this show of genuine interest and putting himself dangerously out there, has still not confessed her feelings to him. It almost bothers Shirogane enough to make him confess to Kaguya on his own. Almost. Let’s not get too carried away here. He does have a reputation to uphold, thank you very much. However, it is very evident that the vice president likes him, so lingering thoughts of doubt start to crop up in the transfer student’s mind.

“Will you ever confess, Shinomiya?!?”

He wants to shout this question to the world just to see if he will get an answer in return. As soon as these questions start to form, Kaguya enters the student council chambers, pen in hand.

“President,” she remarks, her tone clipped but her scarlet eyes pleading.

“Shinomiya,” he returns politely, meeting her gaze, hope fluttering in his chest.

Let the games begin again.

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Author’s Note: Not as much for me to say about this particular drabble. I thought of this drabble idea on my drive to work one morning when the song “Church” by Fall Out Boy was playing on my radio. I might decide to make another story based off of some of the lyrics to that song, as I think they fit Shinomiya and Shirogane very well. Anyway, my fiancé found us this show and I love it! It is such a novel concept to have the two main love interests “battle it out” day after day in their “Love is War” mindset! We have thoroughly enjoyed watching it together and I am now reading the manga as well. I hope you all enjoyed this piece. Likes, kudos, and comments are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or evening!

#kaguya sama wants to be confessed to #kaguya love is war #kaguya shinomiya #miyuki shirogane #shinomiya x shirogane #writing every day #a drabble a day

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The Carol Within Your Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters. They belong solely to Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. The title is inspired by “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas”, the Michael Bublé version, which was the springboard for this drabble.

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To say everyone at Garreg Mach is shocked and positively startled by the recent and current events is an understatement. No one could ever have predicted that all it would have taken to make Jeralt smile and cure his wanderlust was for the Captain of the Knights of Seiros to meet his match, to meet the love of his life. Such is how the current events began, with Jeralt returning to the monastery, shaking his head to dislodge a thick clump of snow from his blonde hair.

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“You are back!” Sitri happily calls, leaping to her feet before rushing to Jeralt’s side.

She quickly moves to stand on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to her knight’s cheek, a small scarlet blush tinting her cheeks. Jeralt returns the affection, setting his spoils down with a thunk before scooping Sitri into his arms, holding her off the ground as he presses a kiss to her lips.

“Of course I am. You think a little snow can stop me from making the woman I love smile?” he inquires, quirking a brow at her while holding Sitri tenderly against his chest.

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Just before they exchange another kiss, someone clears their throat from the entryway.

“Ah, Alois! Come in! We were just…” Jeralt begins to explain.

“I have no interest in what you and Sitri would have done had I not walked in,” Alois reveals, watching as the battle-scarred knight sets the green-haired nun back on her feet.

“What I am interested in is how you managed to convince Captain Jeralt to trudge out in a blizzard in order to bring you back a tree to decorate for the winter solstice, Lady Sitri.”

“He’s a sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow!” Sitri practically beams, staring up at the knight in front of her.

“It was all worth it just to see you smile,” Jeralt admits in a whisper.

If that doesn’t speak to a true love, then Alois is positive such a thing would never exist in Fódlan.

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Author’s Note: What can I say? I was in a Christmas mood after my fiancé (will be husband on March 11th of this year) and I decorated our tree the first week of December! He also has gotten me really intrigued into the world of Fire Emblem, so I drafted up nearly 12 ideas for possible Christmas/winter solstice Fire Emblem: Three Houses Christmas drabbles to post as my first days of my “A Drabble a Day” Challenge I am trying to complete in 2023! I plan on writing a drabble for every day of the year of 2023 as well as I am trying to read every single day of 2023 to cut through my massive library. Anyway, Jeralt is definitely one of my favorite characters thus far, and I am so glad I picked the option to make him my main character’s dad. (I learned that apparently that is the canon response, but my fiancé chose for Jeralt not to be his main character’s dad on his latest playthrough!) Sitri and Jeralt just have so much potential, so expect quite a bit of content on them to emerge from me in the future! I hope you all enjoyed reading, and I’d appreciate any thoughts you could spare on this drabble. Until next time, dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!

#fire emblem: three houses #jeralt x sitri #captain jeralt #fire emblem #christmas fic #I started playing Fire Emblem: Three Houses a few weeks ago and I'm OBSESSED #Thanks to my fiancé for recommending this amazing game #writing every day #a drabble a day

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crying-over-spilled-feels · 1 year

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Diplomatic Duties

Disclaimer: I do not own the canon characters. They belong solely to Kiera Cass in her wonderful word she has created for us as readers. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble.

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The meetings are starting to last nearly twice as long as they used to, and America Schreave is at her wit’s end. She almost feels like slamming her head against the oak table they are sitting at with many of the kingdom’s advisors. Almost. The late Queen Amberly would surely sadly look down on America for that transgression.

“Whatever is the matter, my love?” Maxon whispers as he uses one of his truly massive hands to squeeze America’s thigh under the table and underneath her expansive dress.

“It seems like all we’ve done this month is attend these meetings with our advisors,” America gently sighs, settling one of her hands atop Maxon’s before giving it a squeeze. “I thought there’d be a lot more varied diplomatic duties to do as Queen,” she admits softly, thinking back to all the training she did with Sylvia during the Selection.

“There will be in time, America,” Maxon assures, keeping his own voice a whisper where the advisors think they are still entirely paying attention and not having a side discussion. “There will be parties, foreign dignitary meetings, holding court with the citizens, working on producing an heir…”

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When Maxon pauses at the last suggestion, both America and Maxon begin grinning wildly at that particular duty.

“I rather like that last part,” America smirks, her cheeks flushing scarlet as she stares upwards at her devastatingly handsome husband. “Since that is equally important to the kingdom, might we be excused from the rest of the meeting?” she suggests.

“That is the best idea I have heard all day,” Maxon admits, his eyes practically glowing with desire for his wife. “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but Her Majesty America must go to attend another diplomatic duty. We most likely will be tied up in this activity for a few hours!”

Maxon pulls America by her hand, leading her urgently towards their room. America’s hand is in his hair and the two are passionately kissing before the bedroom door completely closes.

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Author’s Note: These two are just so tender with each other that every time they had a scene together in the first three books I nearly squealed with delight! (I still have to read The Heir, The Crown, and Happily Ever After, so no spoilers please!) I was thinking of how overwhelming becoming the new King and Queen must be for Maxon and America and then this drabble was born. We all know that the particular duty alluded to would definitely be their favorite and that they will spend plenty of time and effort trying to fulfill that need for the kingdom. 😉 I hope you all enjoyed this little drabble. Reviews, likes, or kudos are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or evening!

#the selection #america x maxon #maxon and america #maxon schreave #america singer #a drabble a day #writing every day #America and Maxon are one of my book OTPs now #I just started reading The Heir and I love their little family of six

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Catch Me If You Can

Disclaimer: I do not own the canon characters. They belong to Tatsuya Endo, Wit Studio, and CloverWorks. This drabble is just for fun and no monetary gain whatsoever. Also, I want it to be known I watch the Japanese sub of this anime.

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An autumnal air swirls through the park, sending a flurry of red, orange, and yellow leaves in its wake. From his position on a park bench, Loid Forger watches with a wide smile on his lips as Anya and Bond race through the grass, attempting to catch leaves in the process. The giant Pyrenees follows behind Anya dutifully, pulling the young telepath upright by the hood of her jacket any time she attempts to take a tumble.

“Miss Anya certainly looks happy,” Yor comments beside her husband, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “You had an excellent idea to bring them to the park today, Loid,” she smiles over at the man whom she had married originally to throw suspicion off of herself but whom she has grown to genuinely love over the past year.

“Thank you, Yor,” Loid smiles back, wrapping one arm around his wife’s shoulders, an action which still makes the spy’s spine tingle every time. “I really am enjoying all this extra time we’re getting to spend together as a family,” he admits, the wind tousling his blonde hair slightly.

Operation Strix had been a success, and with it, Loid learned how deeply connected he had become to Yor and Anya. The three of them sat and had a very serious discussion following the completion of the operation, and the trio of governmental secrets decided this family would be a permanent one filed with love, adventure, vacations, high-stakes missions, and the occasional domestic scene.

“Mama! Papa!” Anya suddenly shouts, a devious smile on her lips. “Catch me if you can!” she giggles, sprinting as fast as she can through the falling leaves, Bond following hot on her heels.

“You better prepare yourself, Miss Anya!” Yor playfully shouts.

“You’re going to need every second of that head start!” Loid reminds.

The spy and assassin rise to their feet, holding hands as they race after their daughter, all three of them laughing and smiling.

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Author’s Note: What can I say? I adore Spy x Family, so I naturally had to write a drabble for it. This drabble is based on the scene in the second intro where Yor is chasing Anya through the field with the autumnal wind blowing around them. It is around the 55 second mark of the intro. My fiancé and I have been watching the show weekly since its release in Fall 2021, back when we were still just dating since we got engaged in May of 2022. We love to watch it together and always have theories as to what may happen next! I also read the manga, but I have a weird system for doing so. For everything else that is adapted to TV or movies, I read the novel first, but for manga I watch the anime first and then read the manga. (I guess I need help visualizing everything?) Anyway, expect lots more Spy x Family content from me. Reviews, kudos, or likes are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or evening!

#spy x family #anya forger #yor briar #loid forger #a drabble a day #writing every day #I really love this little found family #The second op gives me so many drabble ideas #Expect more Spy x Family works from me

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Battle Training

Disclaimer: The canon characters of Farkas, Vilkas, Blaise, Alesan, and Lydia belong to Bethesda, as does the game of Skyrim itself. Asta is my female Dragonborn character who I have married to Farkas. In my game, Lydia/Vilkas are also married, but at the point of writing this, they are simply courting but are not married.

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Blaise gives one last heave as he throws the greatsword in front of him, panting harshly as the weapon collides with the ground and not his assailant. The former stable boy falls to the ground, his face colliding with the rubble on the ground before he slams his hands against the ground in anguish.

“At this rate, Heimskr will stop preaching about Talos before I get this right!” Blaise complains, gritting his teeth and accepting Alesan’s hand up as his older adopted brother helps him to his feet.

“You know that’s practically impossible,” Alesan smirks, a laugh playing behind his lips as he thinks of the priest that shouts about Talos in the main square of Jorrvaskr every single day.

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“You did well that time, young one,” Vilkas praises, coming up to Blaise and Alesan with the greatsword grasped in one of his hands as if it weighs nothing more than a mere child’s toy. “Blaise, you merely need to learn to control your momentum, that is all. Your lessons with your father are paying off, I assure you,” he continues, and at that, both Blaise and Alesan light up.

“You mean it?” Blaise smiles, the excitement returning to his voice and a light returning to his eyes.

“Really?” Alesan gasps, bouncing up and down on the soles of his feet. “We’re actually getting to be as good of swordsmen as our Papa?”

“Now, now, I didn’t say all of that,” Vilkas trails off as he sees Asta and Farkas making their way back to Jorrvaskr from a successful hunt if the smell of elk and rabbits is anything to go by. “You still…”

“Vilkas, let them revel in their victories, no matter how small they may seem to you,” Lydia chastises, coming up behind the battle-hardened warrior and slipping her arms around the back of his neck as she rests her chin on his right shoulder.

“Gods above, woman! You should know better than to sneak up on me by now, love,” Vilkas shouts, spinning around so quickly that he nearly knocks both himself and Lydia to the ground.

“Maybe I enjoy knowing that Asta and I are the only two people in the world other than Farkas that can manage to pull that off,” Lydia giggles, an air of confidence radiating off of her as Vilkas collects the female Nord warrior in his arms.

“Well, I wouldn’t let that get around. Might be quite the stir if someone knows both the brute Companions twins have become soft these days,” Vilkas playfully warns, a smirk playing on his lips and mirth glowing in his pale eyes.

“You just don’t want to admit that I’m better at sneaking than you are!” Lydia teases back, placing one hand behind Vilkas’ neck and the other on his toned chest.

“I… Now, you know that’s not true! But you are making it, uh, rather hard to think,” Vilkas admits, taking note of how the housecarl’s hands are beginning to wander across his body. “Lydia… Could you… For Talos’ sake, woman, we are still in charge of Blaise and Alesan!” the warrior of Jorrvaskr flushes a dark crimson, breaking Lydia’s hands away from his body before running to greet his brother and the Dragonborn as they make their way into the training yard.

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“So, I hear Vilkas saying our training is paying off?” Farkas beams, dropping the elk he was carrying on his shoulders onto the porch where he would help butcher it to serve as dinner for tonight.

“Papa!” both Blaise and Alesan happily cheer, sprinting over to their adopted father as fast as they can before leaping towards the massive man.

Farkas easily catches both of them, hoisting both lads onto his shoulders, the fact that they are thirteen and eleven not inhibiting such an action at all due to Farkas’ sheer size and strength.

“I did notice that you both were getting too skilled for your iron swords,” Asta smiles at her three boys as she presses kisses to Blaise’s and Alesan’s cheeks. “Vilkas, tell me truly. Are my boys ready to go out into the world and fight alongside myself and Farkas on our adventures?” Asta inquires, a slightly crestfallen look on her face as she exchanges glances with her brother-in-law.

Vilkas swallows thickly, knowing either way he answers that he will disappoint at least one member of his family.

“No, Asta, your pups aren’t ready to go out on the types of adventures the Dragonborn and one of the bravest warriors of the Companions go on together,” Vilkas admits, a sense of understanding in his eyes as he catches sight of the emotions playing across Asta’s face.

There are plenty of emotions shining in her blue eyes and her face shows signs of relief and joy. It was not yet time to send her boys out into the world where danger, despair, and dragons seem to lie around every corner, and Asta the Dragonborn thanks the gods for that. She can barely think of the approaching day where Blaise and Alesan would be deemed to be full warriors of the Companions, heading off on their own adventures and quests, all in the name of honor and brotherhood.

“Yes, let them stay pups just a little while longer,” Farkas agrees, coming up behind his wife and wrapping his arms around Asta’s waist. “I’m not quite ready to have to tell them goodbye for longer than our quests together last,” he remarks, pressing a kiss to Asta’s head.

“Blaise, Alesan, we will keep training before you set out on your own! But, in the meantime, how about we go and help Tilda with some dinner and then in the morning, perhaps Papa and I can take you fishing!” Asta smiles, and her two boys come running up to her, wide smiles on their faces and her heart practically swells with joy at the two innocent lives she and Farkas changed and saved when they adopted the boys almost two years ago.

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Author’s Note: I just love writing this little family I created in Skyrim, okay? Blaise and Alesan were the two children I had Asta (my Dragonborn) and Farkas adopt on my very first Xbox 360 playthrough back when I was thirteen, so I naturally had to adopt them again the second time around when I started on the PC version of the game. Expect plenty more stories about them in the future because I absolutely love being able to share this side of Asta and Farkas. I do have a headcanon that both boys have been trying ever since they were adopted to come on missions and quests with Asta and Farkas but that Asta tells them they have to wait until Vilkas is finished with their battle training before they can. (Vilkas keeps pushing their training date back because he knows what a cruel world it is and doesn’t want to see his nephews get hurt, nor does he want to cause his sister-in-law the pain of seeing her sons injured or worse.) Anyway, enough rambling. I hope you all enjoyed this little story! Reviews, likes, or kudos are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or evening!

#skyrim #The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim #a drabble a day #2023 writing goals #writing every day #farkas #vilkas #farkas x asta the dragonborn #farkas x asta #farkas x dragonborn #farkas and vilkas #vilkas x lydia #lydia x vilkas #blaise #alesan #blaise and alesan are the best adopted brothers

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Awestruck

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters. They belong to Capcom and the Monster Hunter video game franchise. E’lara is my Huntress from the game, and this appearance of her is set during Monster Hunter Tri which I played as a child and teenager on the Wii.

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When Junior first saw the Huntress that came to save Moga Village from the Lagiacrus, his first thoughts were not that of what any other man might have thought. He didn’t swoon over her beauty, though the brunette with sapphire blue eyes certainly is just that. He didn’t try to garner her affections by stating he would protect her like one of the fishermen had offered, to which the Huntress merely shook her head and rolled her sapphire eyes at.

“Seriously? The Huntress could protect you far better than you could protect yourself, you oaf,” Junior thought to himself at that time, an amused smile playing on his lips.

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As the village chief’s son continued to watch the Huntress from a distance, it was then that he noticed the deep red slashes above her right eye. E’lara mentioned to the Chief and to Junior that she had been in many fierce battles, but the younger of the two men couldn’t help but wonder what beast had managed to catch E’lara unaware enough to claw her that harshly that it scarred her perfectly pale skin, which was certainly worth a laugh given how much time she spent out in the sun hunting monsters. Had it been a Rathalos? The King of the Skies was known for being both merciless and crafty, and Junior could imagine the scene vividly in front of his eyes.

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And yet, the Huntress in front of him was still standing, despite whatever run-in she had that scarred above her right eye. The fact that she was still willing to hunt monsters for a living spoke not only of her personality, but to her character as well.

She was a protector like he was.

Good.

They would get along swimmingly, of that Junior was sure.

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As he approached E’lara to give her a tour of Moga Woods, Junior had but one thought bubble up in his belly while he listened to the sweet tone of her voice, a stark comparison to her heavy, gruff, battle-worn switch-axe on her back.

“I am in sheer awe of this woman and cannot wait to watch her work. Maybe the old man knows how to pick ‘em after all…”

When E’lara turned around to face Junior, a questioning look on her face and a smile in her azure eyes, Junior could not help but smile as big as he ever has at her. This would be the start of a wonderful relationship built on mutual respect and teaching opportunities. Neither Junior nor E’lara knew just what would be in store for them as they walked out to Moga Woods together, both of their weapons at the ready for a spot of moonlit hunting amongst the Aptonoth and the Kelbi.

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Author’s Note: Monster Hunter has long been a part of my life, as my dad introduced me to it when I was a young kid playing on the Wii! Now I’m playing Monster Hunter World on the PC, and I absolutely love it! I hope you all enjoyed this small drabble, and I hope to write some more for them in the future if I can. Junior/Huntress is a pairing that popped in my head while I was playing Monster Hunter World, and so I decided to take my character E’lara and write the beginning of their story for Day 1 of my ‘Drabble a Day’ challenge I have given myself for 2023. Until the next time, dear readers! As always, thank you for the support and I hope you all have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night!

#monster hunter #monster hunter tri #a drabble a day #2023 writing goals #writing every day #E'lara x Junior #E'lara the Huntress

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