TanZen Week Day 6 - Mission / Injury / Crime AU / Nightmares
TW: death, blood
Surprise surprise~ I could finish in time :D! well, kind of. Actually, this was the first entry I drew, the first idea I had for the week. But while working on it, I got lost on how I wanted it to be. So I left it and started the drafts for the rest of the week and just kinda avoided finishing it until a couple of days ago that I opened the file and...hated it jajaja and then I had the marvelous idea of re doing pretty much everything (but the first page, wich I'm a bit proud of haha) again and yep, here it is!
This ended up being more angsty than shippy, but when you have Injury, Crime AU and Nightmmares as prompts you can't just NOT make it sad!!! Also, I'll let you know that I have absolutely NO IDEA of how deathly injuries works or how much blood (and how fast) you can lose before is too late, nor how long it would take a person to wake up after a serious injury but, let's say that it took Tanjirou enough to worry.
Basically, and like in canon, Tanjirou's family was brutally murdered leaving only him and Nezuko. The culprit was never found, so Tanjirou decided to take matters into his own hands and becomes a detective, where he ends up paired with Zen (cuz I said so) who's still a bit of a coward but means well, my boy always means well haha
like in canon Tanjirou's prone to injuries, but this time the shot was bad enough to put his life on danger, and must be rushed to the hospital where he ends up spending time unconscious. Zen spends all that time besides him fearing that he would never wake up, living a nightmare while the other dreams with one.
And, that's it hahaha. I hope you can enjoy this despite the inconsistencies ;vvv; and, again, thank you for your support! I feel loved haha there's just one day left! so I'll see you tomorrow :D!
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Graham and the twins, happy modern AU with the ice cream prompt. If you don't wanna do that, Threepwood fam with the cooking together prompt.
Small hands slapped the table, startling Guybrush from his journal entry. Looking up, he noticed Lucas standing on the opposite side of his desk, or rather, standing on the chair that was on the opposite side of his desk. Staring at him.
“Yeah, kiddo?” Guybrush closed his journal. “Something the matter?”
“Hungry.”
“Enough that you can only speak in one word?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, you must be starving then.”
"Very."
He shook his head and closed his journal, it could easily wait unlike his son's hunger. "Alright then, but I'm gonna need more than one word to know what to make you, kiddo."
"I… hm." Lucas looked away, pondering for a moment before once more slapping his hands on the table. "Box pasta!"
"...lasagna?"
"That."
"Gotta say, I'm impressed you're sticking to the one word thing." Guybrush admitted. "But unfortunately, box pasta is two words so your one word streak is done."
"Darn it." Lucas pouted but quickly smiled again. "But yes, I want that."
"Alright." He stood up, smiling as Lucas cheered and followed him to the kitchen.
His cooking resume had increased over the years, but he still relied on a cookbook or five. More to that, there were only a handful of things he could do without the fear of fire or poison, and that was omelets, sunny side up eggs, pasta, and lasagna. Anything else required either supervision or a bucket of water.
Yet that didn’t stop Lucas from wanting lasagna. Specifically Guybrush’s lasagna. It was a mystery to even the Mighty Pirate himself but he wasn’t about to deter his kid from eating.
“Dad?” Lucas spoke up, hoping onto the nearby chair so he could be just a little bit taller and see over the counter.
“Yeah, kiddo?” Guybrush answered, taking from the pantry the necessary ingredients to make the pasta dish.
“Can I help?”
Guybrush looked over his shoulder, seeing Lucas lightly tapping the aforementioned counter. “You want to help make the dish?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Why?”
Lucas pondered and then shrugged. “I dunno, it looks fun?”
“Cooking looks fun? Don’t you rather play outside for a bit?” Guybrush asked, prepping the ingredients.
“Nope, I want to help.”
“It’s not exactly pirate-y.” He teased.
“Nuh uh! You cook all the time in your stories!” Lucas countered. “Like… like the hairy dog drink, and the custard pie and the soup…”
He would hardly count throwing a rat into a cold stew as cooking, nor the custard pie made of shaving cream or a hangover drink.
“And the… the… um… the fish! The spicy one! And the fire Alaska!”
At that, Guybrush looked surprised.
“Huh, you got me there.” He chuckled and raised his hands up in defeat. “Alright, you win. You can help me make the dish.”
“Yay!”
Lucas scooted as close as he could to Guybrush as he placed the cookbook in front of him. One by one, he saw the needed vegetables. The tomatoes and onions he easily recognized but the others he wasn’t as familiar.
“Do I get to cut it? Oh! Can I cut it with the cutlass?” Lucas hopped.
“Easy, you keep hopping like that and you’ll fall off.” He ruffled the top of his son’s head. “Can’t have you bonking your head.”
“You bonk your head all the time.” He giggled.
“True, but… let's leave it at that.” Guybrush flipped the pages. “And no, you’re not cutting, especially with a cutlass.”
“Awww.”
“You get to mix it all together.” He handed Lucas a wooden spoon.
“That’s it?”
Guybrush scoffed. “That’s it? That’s the most important part. If the sauce tastes gross then the entire dish tastes gross… and I don’t think your mother would appreciate another gross pasta dish.”
“Taste?”
“Yeah? You’re in charge of making sure it’s all stirred together well and that it tastes good. More to that, I need you to make sure I put the right ingredient in this here bowl. Think you can do that?”
Lucas’s eyes lit up and he eagerly took hold of the wooden spoon, earning a good laugh out of Guybrush as he got to dicing the vegetables. With each properly chopped ingredient, Guybrush added it to the bowl, Lucas looked over at the book, reading each word carefully with the occasional correction from Guybrush.
“Alright, that should be all of them. Are we missing anything?” Guybrush asked.
“It says that we needed zoo… zoo…. Chee?” Lucas pouted. “I can’t read that word.”
“Which one?”
“This one. Zoo chee nigh?”
“Zoo chi– oh. Zucchini.”
“That’s how you write zucchini?” Lucas made a face. “That’s too many c’s.”
“Heh, yeah, but that’s what it spells… and I think we can skip that one since we’re currently short of that vegetable.” He cleaned the knife. “Alright, you can get to mixing.”
“Uh… how? It’s all solid.”
“Well, you can mush it just enough that it has a sauce-like texture.” Guybrush suggested. “You can use your spoon to smash–”
A smile quickly took over Lucas as he lifted the spoon high and slammed it hard into the vegetables, splattering both Threepwoods with the sauce.
“...it. Okay.” Guybrush wiped some of the sauce off of his eyes, seeing Lucas blinking in disbelief before looking over at him, almost bracing himself for a reprimand. Instead, Guybrush ruffled his head again. “You got some red on you.”
“You too!” Lucas giggled.
“I sure do… lets ah… lets not do that again, alright? Or else we’ll be swabbies.”
At that, Lucas looked startled and nodded in agreement. “I’d rather be a cook than a swabby.”
“Agreed.”
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