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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years

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No relationship is all sunshine, but two people can share one umbrella and survive the storms together- Adrien AUGrest Day 3

Doing this event again and even though there are less prompts, still might only be able to do a few. Still hope you like this though, it a Descendants AU, with Adrien as Rapunzel and Eugene’s son and Luka and Juleka as Captain Hook’s kids, but they were looked after by their mom cause Arnaka is amazing. Umbrella

Adrien wasn’t sure if it was his anger that made him blind to the weather outside. He had a good reason; it was like most of the council didn’t even care about those from the Isle. Most of his classmates thought they were hooligans who deserved to live there. No one deserved to live in complete poverty, with no running water or access to food. That fact that it had been allowed to go on for 20 years and for those heroes who started out from humble beginnings to not care? It filled him with rage he didn’t know he had.

Did he want Mother Gothel anywhere near his mom? No, of course not? She kidnapped her and locked her in a tower and tried to kill his father, not to mention abandon his Aunt Cassandra. But if she had a child, then that child deserved to live life not suffering for food. He didn’t know how many of the villains had changed and cared about their children now, but from what he got from the new VKs attending their school now, there weren’t many. The number of heroes who wanted things to change were so few it was taking so much to even get the council to listen to him.

Maybe dating a VK made things harder but he wouldn’t change that for the world. Maybe he got his type from his mom, rugged guys who had hearts of gold. Though, Luka was nowhere near as vain as his dad could be when he got into one of his moods.

He stared at the rain, thinking about how unfair everything was and how his home was full of hypocrites when he heard a welcome voice.

“Stuck in the rain kitty cat?”

Luka, son of one Captain James Hook, was nothing like his father. He had a mild temper, was a mother duck and didn’t hate the people of Auradon on principal. He said it was because of Anastasia, Cinderella’s step sister, talking about all the good things Cinderella did for her. Adrien just thought Luka had a kind heart to not judge before he met people. Adrien made himself available as a friend when the VKs came to Auradon and Luka just accepted it without judgement. They’d talked and interacted the longest and what had first been a simple flirting to keep the more overzealous girls at bay, turned into giving him baked goods as a thank you then an invite to explore the Enchanted Woods and teaching Luka how to swim better in the Lake and then…the kiss. It just happened, Luka somehow more nervous to swim in a lake than shark infested sea water and holding on to the edge of the stone gazebo, Adrien calming him down, them staring at each other and it just, happening. Adrien felt fireworks and he knew.

Not that anything after had been easy. Telling people turned out to be the worst idea ever. None of his Auradon friends wanted him with Luka, thinking the pirate had spelled him. The VKs that didn’t trust Adrien thought he was only with him for publicity. It was hard and difficult and Luka was so worth it, but he questioned if they were making the right choice. His parents assured him he was.

“When you met someone, you know can change your whole world, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says. You need to listen with your heart.” His mom said.

“Besides, no relationship is all sunshine, but two people can share one umbrella and survive the storms together. that’s what your grandparents told us after we wondered if we could still get married after the whole debacle with your Aunt Cassandra.” His dad explained.

If his parents, who’d been two totally different people made it work, than he could do it with Luka. and so far, despite the storm they faced with judgement, they kept each other warm through it all.

“Hi my jolly sailor.” Adrien loved how Luka looked in his black coat, the snake wrapped around the Jolly Roger living on its back.

“You look upset.” Luka said sympathetically. He always seemed to understand how Adrien was feeling, even without saying anything.

“Meeting didn’t go well. How they can spout about being heroes yet turn their backs on people in need, I’ll never understand. Plus this rain isn’t helping.” Adrien said pouting at it.

“I like the rain.” Luka said.

“But it’s always cloudy on the Isle.”

“Yes. The barrier doesn’t make the weather the greatest but I don’t know. Maybe it was because mom is always with us, but when the rain would turn into a storm and rock the boat, she’d have me and Jules lay with her on a hammock and we’d feel the boat rock back and forth. Even hearing dad yell at the other pirates to secure the boat didn’t bother me. It just felt really relaxing. Honestly, the rocking boat has been the thing I’ve been missing the most.”

“Not your mom?”

“Well, we video chat with her whenever Fairy Godmother can arrange it and speak for ages after that, so it’s not too bad. But yeah, the boat rocking always made me fall asleep easier.”

Adrien didn’t know how he didn’t realise the dark circles under Luka’s eyes. Now that he knew they seemed to stand out more against his eyeliner. Part of him felt guilty that Luka seemed to always be there, even when the night got late if Adrien asked to see him. He opened his mouth to ask when Luka started to pull his jacket off.

“Didn’t bring an umbrella. I was waiting here when it started up, so we’ll have to run fast. I suggest holding on to your bag tight, ok?” Luka said, lifting his jacket so it was over their heads and stepped close to him. “Ready?”

Adrien nodded. While Luka was more open than the rest of the VKs, he would still clam up if Adrien pushed too hard. So he’d have to plan a little.

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“Ok, step up. Oh, sorry!” Adrien said, tilting the umbrella back so Luka wouldn’t get wet again. It was still raining later in the week, which was perfect for what Adrien had planned.

“Kitty, what are we doing?” Luka asked, still obediently covering his eyes with a gloved hand. His hair was starting to curl slightly from the rain.

“You’ll see.” He brought them to the middle, letting Luka stay close so they were both under the umbrella. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Luka did as he as told, looking around at the rather old school yacht they were standing on. The sails were tied up and the seating on the deck were covered to protect them from the rain, but the elegant lines of the 33m VIP ketch still stood out in the greyness of the rain.

“Where are we?”

“On the Flynn Rider, my parents’ yacht. My dad sailed around when he was pretty young so he chooses this one and named it after the name he went by when he met my mom for the first time. It was from a story book he read when he lived in the orphanage. He says if he never read the stories, he would never have met mom later. You said you like sleeping on a rocking boat in the rain. It doesn’t shake that much but it’s still pretty ok. No hammock but you can still feel the rocking on my loft bed. Is this, ok?”

Luka took the umbrella from Adrien to free Adrien up to be pulled closer and kissed him. “You certainly always surprise me kitty. It’s prefect, thank you. you up for cuddling with this pirate?”

“Always.”

#adrienaugreste #adrienaugust #established lukadrien #disney descendants au #son of rapunzel adrein #son of captain hook luka

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snappedsky · 4 years

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Fanatics 75

The title’s a little on the nose.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Squee’s World Shatters

Rain plummets from the sky, soaking the Nameless City. The large droplets ping against the walls of a van, creating a rather nice ambience for those living inside.

Aron is in his usual spot in the front seat, curled up as he types up an article on his laptop. Behind him, Serena is stretched out on the soft floor, sucking blood out of a bag with a silly straw. Psycho Doughboy is lounging in his hammock, hat pulled down over his eyes. Mr. Fuck, Sickness, and Reverend Meat are spread out on the seats. Everyone is just relaxing, enjoying the lazy day.

There’s suddenly a knock on the side door and they all sit up.

“Uh, were you expecting anyone?” Eff asks. Serena wordlessly shakes her head.

Reverend Meat stands up and slides open the door. “Squee!”

“What?” D-boy questions as everyone gets up.

Squee is standing outside, absolutely soaked as he hangs his head.

“Did you walk here?” Reverend Meat asks, ushering him inside. “Do we have a towel?”

“Yeah,” Sickness replies as she opens one of the storage units in the seats and tosses him a red towel.

“Here,” he says, giving it to Squee who drapes it over his head. “Did something happen?”

Squee opens his mouth but whatever he was going to say gets caught in his throat. Instead he asks, “can I stay here for a while?”

“Uh yeah, sure,” Reverend Meat replies, “make yourself comfortable.”

Squee walks by and sits on the seat, curling up in the towel. The Night Terrors, Serena, and Aron all stand together and watch him, curious and worried.

After a few awkward, quiet moments, the rain finally ends and they go outside, leaving Squee on the seat.

“So, I don’t really understand human emotions, but there’s definitely something wrong, right?” D-boy asks.

“Of course, did you see his face?” Reverend Meat questions, “his eyes are red, his nose is puffy. He’s been crying, a lot.”

“So what do we do? Ask him what’s wrong?” Sickness asks.

“I don’t think he’ll talk about it,” he replies.

“We should go to Nny,” Eff suggests, “he might know.” “But why would Squee come to us and not Nny in the first place?” D-boy asks.

“We’ll only figure that out if we go to Nny,” Reverend Meat replies and looks at Serena and Aron. “You guys can watch him, right?” “Eeehhh,” they groan with uncertainty.

“Great, thanks, guys,” Eff says before the Night Terrors wave and run off. They hop across a couple buildings before Reverend Meat inexplicably stops.

“Meat?” Sickness questions, “what’s wrong?”

“Something’s…changed,” he muses as he looks around. “You guys go to Nny. I’m gonna look for something.” “Uh, okay,” Eff shrugs and they split apart.

Reverend Meat makes his way across the city before stopping next to a collapsed building. It used to be the South Mall, but it was recently destroyed. Clean-up crews are just now starting to remove the rubble.

Reverend Meat lands on the ground across the street and stands over the rain-soaked gutter, looking down at something familiar.

Meanwhile, Devi glances impatiently out Johnny’s window before checking her phone for the umpteenth time. “He’s not answering my texts.”

“I don’t get it,” Tenna says, “where is he? Didn’t he say he’d meet us at home?”

“Do you think something happened?” Devi asks.

“He seemed pretty wiped out before we went on that quest,” Nny muses, “making that forest must’ve taken a lot of energy. He’s probably just resting somewhere.” Cammie whacks him with her cane and he cries out in pain.

“You shouldn’t have left him by himself,” she scolds.

“He can take care of himself,” Nny snaps, rubbing his head. “He’ll come home when he’s ready.”

There’s a knock at the door and everyone perks up. Devi quickly answers it and withers with disappointment. “Oh, it’s you guys.”

“Hi, Devi,” Sickness waves as she, Eff, and D-boy walk in.

“Ugh, what do you guys want?” Nny asks in annoyance before blinking with realization. “Wait, what do you want? Where’s Squee?”

“Well, that’s why we’re here,” Eff replies, “did something…happen?” “What do you mean?” he questions, getting up from the couch.

“He showed up at our place a while ago after walking in the rain,” D-boy explains, “something is obviously wrong but we don’t know what.” “He’s at your place?” Devi questions with surprise and she and Johnny look at each other. “Why would he go there?” “I-I don’t know,” he replies with confusion, scratching his head.

“And he’s not answering my texts,” she adds, “something must’ve happened between that quest and now.”

“Something did happen.” Everyone turns around to Reverend Meat walking through the door, something small, brown, and wet hanging from his hand.

“What?” Eff asks as he walks by and drops the item on the coffee table. Everyone gasps when they see it’s Shmee.

“Shmee?” Tenna questions, “why isn’t he with Squee?” “That’s not Shmee,” Eff says darkly.

“Huh?” she gasps.

“What do you mean? Then who is it?” Johnny asks.

“No one now,” D-boy replies, “Shmee’s gone. Now, it’s just a normal teddy bear.”

“What?” Devi exclaims, “how did that happen?”

“I don’t know,” Reverend Meat replies, “the Daydream must’ve extracted him.”

“Jeez, it’s no wonder Squee’s so upset,” Sickness remarks.

“Yes,” he agrees, “but we got a bigger problem. With Shmee gone, Squee has no protection from the Nightmare or any other evil creatures. And we all know how much of a magnet he is for trouble.”

“Oh, shit, that’s right,” Eff says, “we better get back.”

The Night Terrors turn to leave but Devi holds them back. “Wait!” she exclaims, “we should come too. We have to bring him home.” “No,” Johnny grunts.

“No?” she scoffs.

“No,” he insists, “if he wanted to come home, he would’ve already. Who knows what he’s going through right now. He must want to be alone. We have to respect his wishes.” Devi starts to argue but stops when Johnny sits down and glares miserably at the floor. She and Tenna look away sadly while Cammie comfortingly rub his back.

Before the Night Terrors can leave, Devi points at them menacingly. “You better protect him.”

“That’s literally what we were made for,” Reverend Meat points out before leaving.

The Night Terrors hurry back to their van and quickly let themselves inside. Aron and Serena are sitting in the front seats while Squee is in the back. He’s wearing baggy clothes that look to big on him with a blanket draped over his shoulders and a water bottle in his hands. He watches everyone with tired eyes as Aron and Serena get up to greet the Night Terrors.

“How was everything?” Reverend Meat asks quietly.

“Okay, I guess,” Aron replies, “I gave him some of my clothes to wear so he’d be in something dry.”

“And I made him drink some water,” Serena adds.

“Now, when you say ‘made him’…” Eff questions with concern.

“I gave him the bottle and told him to drink,” she replies incredulously.

“Okay, just checking.”

“You’re already taking better care of him than us,” Sickness comments.

“Sure, but did you find out what’s wrong?” Aron asks.

“Yeah. It’s…bad,” Reverend Meat replies before looking at Squee. “Squee, if you need anything, you just let us know, okay?” He just nods quietly.

“We should get him some food,” Reverend Meat states, “maybe take-out?”

“How about Taco Hell?” D-boy suggests.

“Really? You wanna get Taco Hell when we don’t have our own toilet?” Serena scoffs.

“It’s his favourite,” he shrugs.

“We should probably go with something lighter though,” Sickness argues, “soup from the deli?” “He also needs a pillow,” Eff adds.

Squee watches them discuss quietly amongst themselves. He should feel happy that they’re worried about him and he should thank them for helping him. But right now, he’s too exhausted to feel or do much of anything. So he just keeps sitting there, blinking his heavy eyes, and swirling the water in his bottle.

After finally deciding on a simple dinner of Bloaty’s pizza, Squee spends the night. The van’s seats are soft and comfortable, but his blanket is thin and the pillow is flat. It makes him miss his bed with its big pillows and quilt. But he doesn’t wanna be home right now.

Despite everything, however, he does fall asleep from pure exhaustion. And while Aron sleeps in the front seat and Serena goes out to do vampire stuff, the Night Terrors sleep in shifts. They take turns throughout the night, keeping an eye on Squee and making sure nothing happens.

That morning at Skool, Zim, Dib, Tak, and Pepito stare worriedly at Squee’s empty desk while attendance is called. Knowing their friend like they do, they know that an absence can only mean bad news.

“He’s not answering our calls or texts,” Dib muses as everyone goes to their first class. “Do you think he’s been kidnapped again?”

“When I talked to Colton, he said they had to go on some weird quest yesterday,” Pepito explains, “and Squee was pretty wiped out from it. Maybe he’s just resting and taking the day off?”

“Perhaps,” Zim grunts, “but it is not like him to not inform us.”

“Well, after Skool, we can stop at his place and figure out what’s wrong,” Tak declares.

“Hey, you don’t make the plans! I do,” Zim snaps, “after Skool, we’ll go to his place and figure out what’s wrong.”

Tak growls at him as they enter the classroom.

After Skool, they take the Epic and drive straight to Squee’s house. When they knock on the door, it takes a couple minutes but Cammie finally answers, cracking it open just a bit.

“Oh, you’re Squee’s friends,” she says.

“Uh, yeah,” Pepito nods, “is-is he here?”

“Um no,” she replies, glancing into the house with uncertainty.

“What? Then where is he?” Zim asks.

“If he hasn’t told you, then it’s not my place to say,” Cammie says, “he must just want to be alone right now. We’re all just gonna have to respect his wishes and be patient.”

“Has something happened?” Dib asks.

“Again, I can’t say,” she replies and closes the door. “I’m sorry, kids.” They stare at the door for a second before turning and walking back to the car in silence.

“I guess she has a point,” Gaz says, “if he wanted us to know where he is, he’d tell us.”

“That’s not good enough,” Zim huffs, smacking the steering yoke. “If he will not come to us, we’ll go to him, like true friends.”

“That’s not really respectful of his wishes,” Dib points out.

“Well, none of you respected my wishes when you chased me to Irk,” he argues.

“Dammit, he’s got a point,” Pepito grunts.

“I will send him one last text,” Zim declares as he grabs his phone. “And if he does not reply, we will hunt him down.”

“I admit, I like this plan,” Tak says.

In the Night Terrors’ van, Squee hears his phone buzz from his bag, which is sitting on the floor. He knows he should check his messages and let everyone know he’s okay at least. But he just cannot be bothered.

What he has been doing all day is napping on and off. He’s feeling less and less rested each time he wakes up, but at least if he’s unconscious he doesn’t have to feel anything.

As for the other van-mates, Serena has also been sleeping the day away and Aron’s been gone all day. The Night Terrors have just been hanging around, keeping an eye on Squee and trying to make sure he eats and drinks whenever he’s awake. They still may not understand much about humans, but they know at least that’s important.

They’ve been on edge since finding out about Shmee, but it’s been quiet all day. No sudden monster attacks and nothing from the Nightmare either. However, they’re not gonna drop their guard for even a second. If something does happen, they’ll be ready for it.

In the early evening, Squee is fast asleep in the same spot he’s been in since he first arrived. The Night Terrors are hanging around quietly, letting the time trickle by. But the silence is interrupted by a sudden moan from Squee. They look at him with surprise and see him trembling beneath his blanket, his face twisted with fear.

“A nightmare?” Sickness questions.

“I’m surprised this is his first one here,” D-boy remarks as he leans back.

“Should we wake him?” Eff asks.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Reverend Meat replies, “maybe just keep an eye on him for now and we’ll wake him if it seems to get worse.”

They watch as Squee curls into a tighter ball, panting and whimpering.

“It looks like he’s trying to hide from something,” Eff comments.

They all lean in closer, almost intrigued, when he starts sweating and breathing harder. And then they immediately jump back.

“Wha-what-what’s that…” Sickness asks in shock.

No one can answer as they watch, agape, a black cloud form over Squee’s head. It gets bigger and bigger until a large claw extends out of it and slams into the floor.

Meanwhile, Zim, Tak, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito are driving through the city in Epic.

“So how are we gonna stalk-I mean find Squee?” Gaz asks.

“Simple,” Zim replies, “there is a small tracking device hidden in Squee’s bag, which we know he’s never without. I already know where he is.”

“Goddammit, do you have tracking devices on all of us?” Pepito growls.

As they near Squee’s location, they recognize the Night Terrors’ van parked by the curb.

“The Night Terrors?” Dib questions, “why is he with them?”

As they start to pull up, Eff suddenly runs out in front of them and crashes into the hood. Zim immediately stops the car and they all jump out as Eff picks himself up.

“Oh, it’s you guys,” he says, “what are you doing here? This is really not a good time.”

“We’re trying to find Squee,” Zim replies.

“Ah, right. Well, maybe come back in like…ten minutes?” he suggests.

“Why?” Dib asks, “what’s going o-?”

He’s cut off by D-boy screaming as he’s flung over the van and slams onto the roof of the Epic.

“What on Irk was that?” Tak exclaims as a large, black claw slaps down on the roof of the van.

“Like I said,” Eff growls, glaring at it. “Really not a good time.”

“What…on Irk…is that…?” Tak asks again, this time in more shock as they all watch a large four-legged creature climb onto the van. It’s all black, almost like it’s made of pure darkness, except for its sharp fangs which are glistening white. It has no eyes, but they can feel it glaring at them as it snarls.

“That-,” Reverend Meat says as he and Sickness race around the side of the van. “-is a manifestation of Squee’s nightmares. All of his fears and anxieties rolled into one near indestructible physical amalgamation.” “How poetic,” Sickness comments drily.

“I miscalculated,” he sighs, “I should’ve known this would happen. I was so focused on watching out for the monsters on the outside, that I forgot Shmee also protected Squee from the monsters in his own head.”

“Yeah, this is your fault,” D-boy groans painfully as he rolls off the Epic.

“Wait? Did something happen to Shmee?” Pepito asks.

“There’s no time to explain!” Eff snaps, “you wanna help? Get in there and wake Squee up. We’ll keep this thing distracted.”

“Fine,” Zim grunts, “but not because you told us to. We’ll do it because we wanna see Squee.” “Fine, whatever,” he groans, rolling his eyes.

The Battalion start to race around to the other side of the van, where the main entrance is, but are cut off by the creature slamming its claw down in front of them. They all yelp as they jump backwards and look up at its eyeless glare.

“It doesn’t want us getting to Squee,” Pepito says.

The creature snarls at them when a knife flies at it, pinging harmlessly against its head but grabbing its attention. It turns and hisses at Eff as Reverend Meat leaps up and uppercuts its jaw, knocking it off the van and onto its back.

“Go, go, go!” Zim orders and the kids race around to the van’s door. The monster sees them going and roars angrily before reaching for them, but Sickness jumps in and smashes its arm into the ground.

The Battalion successfully tumble into the van, slamming the door shut behind them. They look over to see Squee, curled up on the seat, whimpering, sweating, and panting.

“This is just like when Devi kept sleepwalking cause she was dreaming of that monster chasing her,” Pepito points out, “all we gotta do is wake Squee up and his monster will disappear.”

They all flinch when they hear Sickness cry out in pain outside.

“K, well, we better do it fast,” Dib adds and they hurry over to Squee’s side. “Squee,” he says gently, “Squee, you gotta wake up.”

“That’s not gonna wake him,” Gaz snaps. She shoves Dib out of the way, grabs Squee’s shoulders, and shouts into his face, “Squee! Wake up!”

No response.

“You’re going about this all wrong,” Pepito states, “obviously this is a princess situation and he’ll only awake to a kiss from his prince charming- me.”

He kneels down and presses his lips to Squee’s. The others watch for a couple seconds before Pepito lifts his head, to find Squee still asleep.

“Okay, that didn’t work,” he remarks, wiping his mouth while the others groan. “Also, he is real sweaty.”

They all jump as they feel something slam against the side of the van and hear the Doughboys cry out.

“I don’t think the fight is going well,” Dib comments.

“How is he sleeping so hard?” Gaz snaps, “he was never a heavy sleeper.”

Pepito looks at Zim and Tak. “Don’t you two have any ideas?”

“Don’t look at us,” Tak shrugs, “Irkens don’t require sleep.”

“Yeah, I’ve only started doing it out of recreation,” Zim adds.

“Lotta help you two are,” Pepito grumbles.

“Wait! I got it!” Dib exclaims and reaches into his pocket. “The one thing that can wake any sleeping teenager!”

He removes his phone and taps the screen a couple times before holding it up to Squee’s ear.

“What are you-?” Zim starts to question when an alarm starts ringing.

“Oohhhhh,” they all exclaim in realization.

Immediately, Squee’s eyes snap opening and he gasps for breathe.

“Squee!” Pepito shouts happily as he sits up, gasping and coughing.

“Guys?” he questions, wiping his mouth. “What-what happened?”

“You created some kind of nightmare creature in your sleep,” Dib replies, “the Night Terrors were just fighting it but everything should be fine now that you’re awake.”

He opens the door just as Reverend Meat is thrown into the ground. The monster hisses and smacks away the Doughboys before trapping Sickness beneath its large claw.

“Uh it’s still here,” Zim states.

“We can all see that,” Pepito replies scornfully.

“I don’t understand!” Dib exclaims, “Squee’s awake! Why is it still here? When Devi woke up, her monster disappeared.”

“Squee’s power of imagination is ten times more powerful than Devi’s,” Reverend Meat points out as he stands up. “It’s gonna take more than just Squee waking up this time.”

“Then what-?” Dib starts to question but stops when Squee slips past him. They all watch as he steps outside and in front of the monster. It sees him and immediately loses interest in the Night Terrors. Snarling, it leans down to Squee, its fangs mere inches from his faces. He just stares at it with tired eyes.

“That’s enough,” he says and rests his hand against the monster’s fangs. It instantly disappears.

The Battalion and the Night Terrors stare at him in shock.

“Huh. Well, that was easy,” Zim comments.

“Oh, yeah, so easy,” Sickness says sarcastically as she picks herself up off the ground.

Squee suddenly falls to his knees and everyone gasps and rushes to his side. “Squee!”

“Squee? You alright?” Pepito asks. He doesn’t reply; just hangs his head, breathing heavily.

“I…” he croaks, his voice just a whisper. “I wanna go home.” A little while later, Johnny is lying on his couch with Nugget curled up on his chest. He strokes her fur as he stares at the ceiling.

Cammie rolls up next to him and shakes her head. “Quit your moping. Like you said, Squee will come home when he’s ready.” Nny glares at her. “Just because I understand Squee’s actions doesn’t mean I can so easily handle them.” She sighs, “I suppose not. I admit, I’m worried about him too.”

They both shoot up as the door opens and Squee walks in, the Night Terrors behind him.

“Squee!” Nny exclaims as he stands up. “You’re back. Are you-?”

Squee looks up at him with exhausted, heavy eyes and Nny doesn’t finish his question. Instead, he simply pulls Squee into a tight hug. Squee presses his face into Nny’s chest and grips his shirt.

Johnny doesn’t say anything as he rubs Squee’s head. There’s nothing he can say. All he can do right now is hold him.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myocs #myart

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vfdbaudelairefile13 · 5 years

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Misery Loves Company part 1

***Dear Reader,

Although this chapter follows the book, please be warned that during the dinner scene, I had added a bit more details and the end result could be described as mild child abuse. So if you have any triggers pertaining to physical abuse on a child, please skip that section entirely. The mild child abuse starts after Olaf slaps Klaus and ends when Klaus and Sunny go back to their attic bedroom. (It's towards the end of this chapter.).

Please read cautiously. Thank you again.

-Susan

Chapter Four:

The One Where Olaf Throws a Temper Tantrum Resulting in Child Abuse

Klaus Baudelaire understood that first impressions were often entirely wrong. He knew that from experience. When Sunny was first born, Klaus did not like her at all but by the time she was six weeks the two of them were as thick as thieves. Wherever Klaus was at you’d find Sunny and vice versa. But in the case of Count Olaf, their initial reaction had been utterly correct. During their first few days after their arrival, Klaus and Sunny tried their best to make themselves feel at home but it was no use. Every time either of them had the strength to lift up their chin in this terrible moment, it felt as though Olaf was there personally to push it back down.

Both children had noticed that Count Olaf’s house was quite large, but he had stuck both children into the attic that only had one bed. One improper bed. Klaus found it easier to sleep on the floor some nights seeing that the bed was too lumpy and uncomfortable. Klaus wasn’t creative or inventive in the least but he made do with what he had. He had always wanted a hammock, so he used the dusty curtains that were draped on their one window to create a make-shift hammock that he and Sunny shared. At first, he was going to simply let Sunny have the poorly designed hammock and he’d sleep on the poorly conditioned bed but he had fears that Sunny would roll out of the hammock and fall or that his inventive skills would fail her and she’d fall. So he opted to share it with her so if it did fall while she was in it, he would be there to break her fall. It wasn’t too uncomfortable. They had just shared a small mattress on the floor of the Poe brothers’ room so this seemed like a slight downgrade. Klaus used the bed more like a chair or a surface for Sunny to play on, with him watching attentively, of course.

Klaus hated that the only three books he had were the ones he packed that day when their parents had ushered him into taking Sunny to the beach. Klaus couldn’t help but wonder maybe there was a more sinister reason why he and Sunny were practically begged out of their house that day. Did his parents know what was going to happen? If they did know, why didn’t they just come with them to the beach? Why did his parents leave them all alone?

Since they had removed the curtains from the window, both children were woken up bright and early from the morning sun which Klaus hated more than Sunny. He would rather prefer to wake up on his own accord. Sunny had also suggested that the two children simply use the diaper bag and suitcase as a closet seeing that the attic room did not have a closet and Count Olaf hadn’t provided them with anything but a large box that once held a refrigerator. Klaus had decided to keep that intact and use it to entertain Sunny, seeing that Olaf had only provided them with a pile of rocks, which did entertain Sunny because she would simply just chew and bite on the rocks until she was bored but Klaus thought playing with the box would be more fun. It was the only time he was glad he was a short, young boy, so he could play in the box as well. When he wasn’t examining, what he now believed to be half of a spyglass that Sunny had found hidden in their father’s desk drawer, he was using to play sea captain or anything else his unimaginative brain could think of. He was very careful with the object, of course. It was one of the only things from his parents that they had left and he wasn’t about to break it.

Both Baudelaire orphans had learned real quick that Olaf was neither interesting or kind. He might have been an actor, but the children could see that he was vastly untalented and was too into himself to notice. He was also very demanding, short-tempered, and bad-smelling. Both children tried their very best to not cross paths with him every day. When the children woke up, they would find a small pot of oatmeal on the stove for them to eat for breakfast and a long list of difficult chores, such as repairing the back porch and cleaning one of the bathrooms with just a toothbrush. What bugged both siblings that most that Count Olaf never signed his name, simply signed with that same strange eye motif that he had on his ankle.

On this particular morning, his note read, “My theater troupe will be coming for dinner before tonight’s rehearsal. Have dinner ready for all five of them by the time they arrive at seven o’clock. Buy the food, prepare it, set the table, serve dinner, clean up afterward, and stay out of our way.” Klaus read the note to Sunny as he counted the bare minimum money that Olaf had left them to get groceries. “This fucking cheap, lazy bastard,” Klaus muttered. “He can’t be serious. He does realize that we are a young boy and an infant. We don’t have any catering skills whatsoever.”

Sunny nodded her head in agreement, “Necille” she replied gesturing to their bowls of oatmeal, which probably meant, “Neither does he.”

Klaus chuckled at this. “I mean at least he doesn’t burn it,”

“Toast!” Sunny shrieked in agreement. Sunny, like her brother, was referring to a morning not long before the Baudelaire parents’ demise where Klaus and Sunny had decided to wake up early to make a special breakfast for their parents. Klaus had burned the toast because he was paying too much attention to Sunny, and their parents, smelling smoke, had run downstairs to see what was happening. When they saw Klaus and Sunny both looking miserably at the pitch-black pieces of toast, both parents laughed and made pancakes for the entire family.

“I wish they were here,” Klaus said aloud. Sunny just nodded her head in agreement. “If they were here, we would not be with Count Olaf at all. God, I hate it here, Sunny! I hate this disgusting pigsty he calls a fucking house! I hate that sorry excuse for a bedroom and its useless bed! I hate having to do all these ridiculous chores and I fucking hate Count Olaf!” he shouted losing his cool.

Sunny looked at her brother and offered him a small smile, “Too!” she shrieked in agreement, meaning, “I do, too, Klaus. But we will get through this.”

Klaus smiled at his baby sister in relief. Somethings saying you hate something and then having someone agree with you, can make you feel a little better in a bleak situation. That was what Sunny had done for Klaus.

“Well, we better figure out how we are going to cook for eight people,” Klaus said rolling his eyes.

“Iudex.” Sunny replied, meaning, “Maybe we can ask Justice Strauss if she has a cookbook.”

“Sunny, that’s a brilliant idea,” Klaus said picking up his baby sister and heading across the street. He knocked on the door and almost immediately, Justice Strauss answered smiling at the two children.

“Why hello Baudelaires. I am sorry that I didn’t come down to visit you...I’ve been extremely busy with a case,” Justice Strauss said quickly hugging both Klaus and Sunny. She peered down at little Sunny and looked to Klaus, “Do you think it’d be fine if I held her?”

Usually, this would have alarmed Klaus but Justice Strauss had seemed like a good, honest, and trustworthy person. He simply smiled. “I don’t see anything wrong with that...do you Sunny?”

Sunny gave Justice Strauss a toothy grin as she held out her arms towards the judge. The judge carefully and gently took Sunny from Klaus’ arms and held her close. “She is such a little cutie,” Justice Strauss cooed at Sunny. Sunny felt warm in the judge’s embrace. It had been so long since someone other than Klaus held her. Justice Strauss reminded Sunny a little bit of her mother but she didn’t want to make Justice Strauss feel as if she had upset Sunny, so Sunny held in her tears. Sunny reached down and gently bit Strauss’ hand which slightly startled her.

“That means she likes you,” Klaus explained. “She bites very, very hard if she doesn’t like you...or if you try to give her a bath.” Sunny just nodded at her brother’s explanation.

“I see,” Justice Strauss replied. “So how have you children been this past couple of days? Is there anything you desire?”

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another. Both thinking of everything they desired. A proper crib for Sunny, for starters. Maybe even some toys for Sunny and some books for Klaus. A better bed for Klaus. New curtains for their bedroom window so they didn’t have to wake up so early every morning. A closet would be beneficial to the children as well but most of all they both desired that they were with their parents in their own home and not with Count Olaf in his horrid house. Both children looked down at the ground unhappily until finally, Klaus spoke up.

“If it’s not too much of a bother, do you think we could borrow a cookbook?”

“A cookbook? Why in the world would you need a cookbook?” she asked gesturing for Klaus to follow her and Sunny inside. Klaus and Sunny gazed around the living room and realized that the inside of Justice Strauss’ home was just as beautiful as her front garden. The children wished with all their hearts that this would be their home not Count Olaf’s vile, disgusting, abhorrent home.

“We need to cook Count Olaf and his theatre troupe dinner,” Klaus replied.

“Why on Earth would Count Olaf ask you to do that?” Justice Strauss asked.

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another. Both having decided on vastly different answers to Justice Strauss’ question.

“Lazy,” Sunny replied at the same time as Klaus said, “He...gives us a lot of responsibility.”

“Well, why don’t you follow me into the backyard where I can show you my private library.”

Klaus’ eyes widened with pure happiness. His mouth formed a smile. “Did you say ‘library’?” He asked making sure he heard her correctly. Justice Strauss simply nodded gesturing him to follow her. As she carried Sunny, she led both children to an elegant walkway that smelt of flowers into an enormous room, upon entering the room, Klaus nearly fainted with delight.

Justice Strauss’ private library was nowhere near as big as the Baudelaire’s family library but it was stocked from floor to ceiling with books and books and books. There were shelves along every wall and each bookshelf was full. In the middle of the room were a few reading chairs and in one corner was a desk that Justice Strauss used to do serious research.

“This is a wonderful library!” Klaus exclaimed giddily. Even Sunny smiled at all the books. It’s been a while since Klaus had read something to her that wasn’t a Disney fairytale or Cat in the Hat which were two of three books left in their possession after the fire.

“Beaut!” Sunny exclaimed clapping her tiny hands.

“Thank you very much. I’ve been collecting books for years and I am very proud of my collection. As long as you keep them in good condition, you are welcome to use any of my books, at any time.”

Klaus nearly fainted again with pure happiness. It had been so long since he had felt joy. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course. It is a pleasure to see such young children interested in books,” she replied smiling. She gently handed Klaus back his baby sister and began to pull cookbooks off the shelf.

After thirty minutes of looking through cookbooks, Sunny pointed at the picture of an Italian dish that she thought would be simple for her and her brother to cook. “Ital,” she said to Klaus.

“It says Pasta Puttanesca,” Klaus read, “Hmmm...I believe that’s Italian for ‘very few ingredients’ or ‘sauce’. I’m not sure. But you are right, Sunny. It does sound easy to make.” He said as he read the recipe.

After Klaus had written down the recipe in his commonplace book, Justice Strauss had offered to take the kids to the market and help them buy the ingredients for the dinner. Once they got back home, Justice Strauss hugged both children again.

“Thank you again, Justice Strauss. We appreciate the help,” Klaus said as he and Sunny reached their front door.

“Oh, anytime children. It continues to strike me as odd that Count Olaf would ask a twelve-year-old boy and his baby sister to cook such a large meal, though. But no matter, I hope to see you, children, again soon.”

“Cras?” Sunny asked, which meant, “Could we come over tomorrow?” and Klaus was very quick to translate.

“I don’t see why not.” The judge replied and bid the children goodbye as both children walked into their home closing the door behind them.

The next hour or so, they had spent preparing the meal. Klaus roasted garlic and chopped anchovies, while Sunny chopped parsley with her teeth. Klaus pitted olives and peeled tomatoes, while Sunny banged on a pot with a wooden spoon singing a rather repetitive song that she had written herself. When they had finally set the sauce to simmer, they began working on making the chocolate pudding. The two children were so busy that they didn’t hear Olaf or his troupe come home. When the two Baudelaire children entered the dining room, they had noticed the frightening characters that were in Olaf’s troupe. Two elderly women wore such terrible and ghastly white make up on their faces, the Baudelaire orphans nearly mistook them as clowns. There was a tall bald man with a long, pointy nose. There was a person of indeterminate gender, who in all honesty, looked the least frightening of the group. Finally, there was a man with two sharp hooks where his hands should be. Sunny let out a tiny whimper as Klaus couldn’t help but freeze in the doorway of the dining room. Both children were not surprised to see that Olaf’s troupe was just as terrifying and threatening as he was and this made both Baudelaires very nervous.

“When are we going to eat!?” Olaf yelled which made Klaus jump. He looked down at Sunny who he had to place on the floor so he could hold the bowl of pasta. Quickly as Olaf continued to blabber on about who knows what; Klaus and Sunny were barely paying any attention to their guardian, assuming that he was probably just ranting about himself again, Klaus began to serve the pasta with Sunny staying close behind him not wanting to be left alone with Olaf and his dreadful company. After serving the pasta, Klaus ran back into the kitchen to retrieve the sauce. He circled the table again, with Sunny following him again. Finally, both children stopped at the head of the table where Olaf sat.

“...I give and give to my public like I give and give to these revolting orphans. But sometimes, and every actor does this, I ask myself is it worth it? Is it really worth it to chase an enormous fortune…” Olaf stated as the Hook Handed Man interrupted him.

“Ummm, boss,” He said gesturing to Klaus and Sunny.

Olaf turned and made a revolted face towards the children. “Where’s the roast beef?”

“What?” Klaus replied dumbfounded.

“Beef. Yes, roast beef.” Olaf said as his eyes began to get shinier with every word.

Klaus took a step back, “We didn’t make any roast beef. We made pasta puttanesca.”

“What? No roast beef?!”

“You didn’t tell us you wanted roast beef!” Klaus shouted back.

“Look at my guests! They can hardly touch this revolting food!”

Klaus looked at the table and this couldn’t be further from the truth. Each member of Olaf’s troupe was happily enjoying the meal that the two youngsters had prepared only when their boss had said this, all five of them slowly stopped eating and watched the scene that was unfolding before them.

Olaf stood up so he could be face to face with Klaus, he took the pot full of sauce out of Klaus’ hands and set it on the table and gave Klaus a small smile, “Now, in agreeing to adopt you, I became your father. And as your father, I am not someone to be trifled with. ”

“You can’t go easy on children, boss. You should teach them to respect their elders.” the Hook Handed man interrupted as he began eating again.

“I demand that you serve roast beef to myself and my guests!” Olaf yelled in Klaus’ face.

“No!” Sunny yelled from the floor. “Fucker!”

Klaus froze in horror as Olaf looked down at the floor. Before Klaus could react, Olaf swooped down and picked up Sunny harshly and stood up, lifting her so she was now the Baudelaire orphan that was face to face with him.

“Sunny!” Klaus cried. “Put her down!”

“Alas, poor Sunny.” Count Olaf said as he chuckled deviously. Sunny began to cry. She was terrified, she wanted to bite Olaf’s hand but she was afraid that she would get hurt if he dropped her from this height. She looked to her older brother for help, reaching out her arms for him to grab her. Klaus reached out to grab her but Olaf used one hand to push him back. “Nah uh,” he said to Klaus as he began to lift Sunny with one hand above his head.

Klaus defeated by Olaf’s height simply held his hands out following where Olaf was balancing his sister. If Olaf intended on dropping her, he intended on catching her. “ Let her go!” Klaus yelled and looked with pleading eyes at Olaf’s troupe. The only one who seemed concerned for Sunny was the Hook handed man who had his hooks out ready to catch Sunny if Olaf was going to drop her. But no one else did anything. No one else said anything. No one else came to Sunny’s rescue. Klaus felt hot tears fall from his face as Count Olaf began to wobble while still holding Sunny with one hand. Klaus didn’t know if he was doing this on purpose or if he was too drunk, either way, he was pissing Klaus off. Sunny was crying so loud that it was freaking Klaus out. He hoped Count Olaf wasn’t hurting her. Finally, after he nearly fell backward, Olaf looked down at the table and said, “This table’s a mess! There’s hardly a place to put down a baby.” He surprisingly set Sunny down on top of a fruit bowl gently and slid her down the table a bit.

“Sunny!” Klaus cried feeling relieved that his baby sister was relatively safe. Klaus looked at his guardian furiously.

“We’re leaving for rehearsals!” Olaf shouted at his troupe. “You orphans are to clean up, do the dishes, polish the silver, and rinse out all the wine bottles for recycling…” he began elbowing Klaus in the chest, “and then you are to go straight to your beds.”

Klaus had had enough. “You mean our bed!” he shouted. Olaf simply turned to him. “You only provided us with one fucking bed! And if I am being quite frank, neither of us can use!”

“If you want a new bed or two, tomorrow you may go into town and purchase it,” Olaf said simply not even looking at the boy and taking another few gulps of wine.

“You know very well that we haven’t any money,” Klaus said through gritted teeth.

“Of course you do. You two lucky little brats are the inheritors of an enormous fortune,”

“That money that our parents left behind is not to be used until I…”

It happened so quickly that no one saw it coming. In the blink of an eye, Olaf lifted his hand and slapped Klaus so hard across the face that it made the young boy fall to the floor. Klaus’ face was inches away from the eye tattooed on Olaf’s ankle. His glasses leaped from his face and skittered into a corner. His cheek felt like it was set on fire. Klaus began to cry while holding his cheek and crawling towards his glasses. Count Olaf began to take a few bows as his theatre troupe who had started laughing when they saw Olaf smack Klaus, began to applaud him as if he had done something deserving of praise.

The only person who was not laughing at Klaus’ misery, was his baby sister who at that time had had enough of Olaf herself. So before Olaf could even see her coming, she crawled as fast as she could across the table and when Olaf took his final bow, Sunny bit his hand. She bit his hand so hard and long enough that Olaf’s hand began to bleed. Olaf smacked his wine glass off the table as he maneuvered his hand out of Sunny’s grasp. “You fucking feral little brat!” he yelled towards Sunny who decided to take Olaf’s first initial seconds of shock as a chance for her to scurry away from him.

Klaus who had just found his glasses realized who Olaf was referring to and he jumped up forgetting his pain and rushed to Sunny, picking her up before Count Olaf reached her. Olaf began to swing his fists in Klaus’ direction and Klaus held Sunny close to him, his back towards Olaf, who kept swinging and swinging until Klaus fell to the ground. Klaus kept Sunny as close as physically possible as he endured every punch and kick Olaf gave to him. Sunny held on to her brother with a bit of guilt in her heart. She didn’t think Olaf would beat Klaus this badly for something she had done. She looked up at her brother as Olaf continued to beat the poor boy senseless. Klaus began to cry and plead for Olaf to stop. He didn’t stop until the hook-handed man put a hook on Olaf’s shoulder and whispered something Klaus couldn’t hear. Olaf gave Klaus one final kick to the back of the head before he and his awful troupe disappeared out of the dining room.

It took Klaus several moments to release Sunny from his grasp. He needed to make sure Olaf was gone. After he let go of Sunny, he fell face-first to the floor and curled up into a ball and began to cry. Sunny sat next to him doing her best to console him.

“Klaus,” she said in a small whimper. He merely looked up at her. She could see that his cheek was still red where Olaf had initially hit him. She could see his eyes were red from his tears and that his face was puffy and tear-stained. “Sorry,” she said simply rubbing his head and putting one hand on his bruised cheek.

Klaus shook his head. “No, don’t….don’t be sorry...Sunny. I made a promise to you, Mom, and Dad that I intend on keeping...no matter what.”

Sunny only nodded still rubbing his head just like all the times he would for her. She did feel sorry. She was only defending him, she had no idea Olaf would have reacted in that matter. Sunny, too, began to cry. She felt like she had caused her brother's pain when she only wanted to cause Olaf pain. After several long moments of crying and trying to stand up straight, Klaus finally was able to pick up Sunny and limp upstairs to their attic bedroom. After making sure that Olaf didn’t make him bleed, he laid down in the self-made hammock he and Sunny shared and grabbed a book. Sunny shook her head.

“I read,” she said to him and Klaus smiled. It was their nightly tradition that Klaus would read Sunny to sleep, but tonight, Sunny wanted to read him to sleep. So as he handed her The Cat in the Hat both siblings tried to forget about what a terrible night they just had and tried to think of happier things in their lives, like each other.

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Steven Universe: Ruby Stars - Complications

Complications

The new office made the gloomy office back in Washington look positively luxurious.

Agent Clancy Miller had been sad to leave the old Extraterrestrial Desk. Sure, the room was frigid in winter and baking in summer, sure you couldn't move your arm without elbowing another agent, and certainly the roof leaked over his chair when it rained, but in a way it was home. He'd miss the secretaries at the entrance to the building. He'd miss the curious people who worked in the other offices along the hallway. He'd missed the Head...

...actually, no, scratch that, he certainly would not miss the Head.

He'd been seen off with little fanfare. Agents Fletcher and Thompson from next door had stopped by to help him pack up (they weren't close friends but they had often met up in the break room), and one of the security guards had put his valuables in a safe for him. Other than that, he and Agent Bracknell left quietly in the early afternoon. He preferred it that way, really.

The new office was in a mothballed factory on the outskirts of Wilmingmore. It was the old foreman's office, overlooking the factory floor. They had made cars for the Tucker Corporation, building their highly successful 'Torpedoes' before the company moved production to Jersey in 1973. There were still incomplete car bodies on the rusting assembly line, weeds and flowers growing through them. No wonder the OSS had gotten the office cheap, Clancy thought ruefully.

Bracknell, who Clancy had gathered was irrepressibly cheerful and enthusiastic, had already claimed one of the desks (which thankfully had been refurbished - the OSS wasn't that cheap) and was now staring at the window at the factory floor.

"Do you think," he said, "If I took little bits from all of 'em, I could make my own Torpedo?"

"I dunno, Johnny Cash," grumbled Clancy, "Look, just set your desk up so we can go find where they're making us sleep."

He shook his head.

"Probably in a hammock or something," muttered Clancy, "And we'll have to share the..."

The phone rang. Clancy let it ring twice before answering.

"Clancy Miller."

"Ah, Agent Miller. Glad to hear you've arrived."

The voice was light and had an almost exaggerated Southern twang. It was like the old landowners and politicians Clancy had seen on the television as a boy in Appalachia.

"And who might I say is speaking?" asked Clancy.

"My name is Lieutenant-Colonel Bradshaw of the United States Army," replied the man smoothly, "I am heading up Task Force Gem by order of the President, and the OSS has graciously offered you assistance to our mission."

"Task Force...Gem?" said Clancy incredulously.

"Why yes, my boy," replied Bradshaw.

"I'm in my forties, Colonel," Clancy grunted.

"After your unfortunate failure to recover the Ruby, for which none of us at all blame you," said Bradshaw (Miller did not believe him), "The President decided that more proactive action will be needed in our relationship with the esteemed Crystal Gems."

"I hope that doesn't mean attacking them," said Clancy, "Because if I'm honest, you probably won't win."

"We don't intend to open hostilities, Agent Miller," replied Bradshaw, "Perish the thought that any of those fine women come to harm unnecessarily."

Yeah, thought Clancy, They're definitely the ones who'd get hurt.

"But we need Gem technology. You've seen it yourself, Agent Miller - these Gems, Crystal and Homeworld, have no respect for American sovereignty. They fly craft in and out of our atmosphere at a whim, and we have no recourse to stop them. We must, we must catch up to their level."

You got a spare thousand years? thought Clancy.

"So what kind of tech are we thinking of, Colonel?" he asked.

"Anything you can get your hands on without attracting the gems' attention," replied Bradshaw, "If it isn't nailed down, we want it. I will send a man over in the morning to give you your first assignment. Good day, Agent Miller."

"Colonel, I don't think-"

The line went dead. Clancy frowned.

"Damn it," he cursed.

"Problem, sir?" asked Bracknell.

"Don't call me sir, I work for a living," replied Clancy, "I just got a call from an Army colonel. We've got GIs in our hair, Bracknell."

"Is that bad?" asked Bracknell.

"Let me put it this way," replied Clancy darkly, "He's military, we're intelligence."

"So?" shrugged Bracknell, "They go together, right? Military Intelligence?"

"One thing you'll find out soon enough," said Clancy, "Is that Military Intelligence is a contradiction in terms."

"There are smart people in the army, aren't there?" asked Bracknell, "I mean, my uncle was..."

"Oh yeah, there's smart people in the military," nodded Clancy, "And one perfect day, the generals may listen to them. But for now, be on your guard."

He looked out the window over the rusty assembly line.

"I've got a very bad feeling about this 'Task Force Gem.'"

"...well...I suppose it's alright. Just remember to eat something healthy for dinner."

"Yes! Thanks mom, I'll see you tomorrow!"

Connie hung up the phone.

"She said I could stay," she said, sitting down on the couch.

Sadie, Steven, Amethyst and Peridot were sitting around the coffee table, waiting for night to fall before they headed to the fountain. In the kitchen, Greg was packing some groceries into the fridge - he glanced over at them, looking a little worried.

"Are you sure you don't want me to tell Garnet and Pearl?" he asked, "I'm sure they wouldn't object to this..."

"Yeah Greg, that's why they didn't tell us for twenty years," grumbled Amethyst, "They really wanted this to happen, you know?"

"Well, they've got to have had their reasons, right?" shrugged Greg, "I mean, I'm not defending them, but..."

Amethyst sighed and ran her hands through her hair.

"Greg, can we talk outside for a sec?" she asked.

Greg nodded, putting down the bag of groceries and following the purple gem outside.

The sunset was a brilliant red, and the breeze was cool and gentle. A small tall ship could be seen a short ways up the coast - probably from one of those historical sailing clubs up around Lewes. It was the very picture of calm, which made Amethyst's clear unease a stark contrast.

She sat on the top stair. Carefully, Greg sat down next to her.

"Why aren't you mad?" she asked, "They lied to you, too. Rose lied to you."

Greg sighed.

"I guess I'm a little upset," he replied, "But I think...I think they were trying to protect me, and I can appreciate that. I don't think it was right, but I appreciate it."

He turned to Amethyst.

"But how about you?"

Amethyst sat back, looking up at the sky.

"It's not just that they didn't tell me," she said, "It's that they used me."

She scowled.

"Back when we first discovered Lil' Butler," she said, "I'd talk to the other Gems about it a lot. It drove Pearl nuts and I don't think Garnet really got it, but Rose...Rose always listened. She actually got a TV guide so that I could tell when it was on. And I was so happy about that, because I had someone who was interested in what I had to say. But now I think...did she just do that so that'd I keep you distracted?"

She rubbed a hand over her face.

"It's not even the first time they've lied to me," she said, "I mean, they've told me nothing about the war."

"It's probably hard for them to talk about," replied Greg, "War's pretty terrible, Amethyst."

"Yeah, but it's where we came from, right?" said Amethyst, "Heck, I didn't even know about what happened to Pink Diamond until Steven did! I just thought she'd been shattered in some battle, I didn't think it was actually some kind of assassination."

There was a long silence.

"Maybe they were worried about what you'd think of Rose if they told you," suggested Greg, "I mean, when Steven found out...he worried me for a while, Amethyst. He still kinda does. And maybe they didn't want you to go through something like that."

"Yeah," sighed Amethyst, "Maybe. I don't know."

She shook her head.

"Well, a little distance could help," suggested Greg, "Take some time away from Garnet and Pearl, work out what you think. Maybe absence will make the heart grow fonder?"

"That's a dumb saying," muttered Amethyst.

"Yeah, I was gonna put that in a song, but it was too cheesy," nodded Greg.

He stood up.

"Look, if you need to talk to somebody about anything, my door's always open," he said, "I'm willing to listen."

Amethyst allowed herself a small smile and climbed to her feet.

"What, are you a therapist now?" she asked.

"No, just a friend," replied Greg.

"Wow, that was cheesy," chuckled Amethyst.

They laughed and walked back inside.

The night was dark and the moon was full.

The warp pad activated, landing Sadie and her friends at the fountain courtyard. She shivered - the air was cold and the atmosphere was heavy. She felt chilled to the bone.

They walked over to the fountain without a word, Connie carrying the box in her hands. When they arrived, she gingerly placed it on the side of the fountain.

"Okay," she said, "How do we open it? I mean, we should probably be..."

Amethyst shifted her hand into a large hammer and slammed it into the lock. There was a loud crack as the lock broke open.

"...okay," nodded Connie, "That works too."

She stepped aside, allowing Sadie to gingerly open the box. She swallowed, her lips feeling dry, as she looked inside for the first time.

The Ruby resting on the padded interior of the box looked to all the world like an ordinary gemstone. There was an enormous, round crack in the middle of the stone; Sadie gathered that it was where the bullet had hit, and was surprised to see how little damage it had actually done. She'd expected the Ruby to have at least split in half. Carefully, she took out the gem, turning it over in her hands. It was light, but in a way it was heavier than anything Sadie had ever held.

"Kay," she whispered.

Peridot looked over the gem. She took it from Sadie, lifted it to her mouth and licked it.

"Is that really necessary?" asked Steven.

Peridot swallowed and nodded.

"Just below the collarbone," she said, "Like Amethyst."

"You can tell that just from licking it?" quizzed Steven.

"Steven, I'm a certified kindergartener," scoffed Peridot, "If I couldn't tell where a gem's placement was just from taste, I wouldn't have become such a big deal on Homeworld."

Amethyst snorted.

Peridot handed the gem back to Sadie. She looked down at the fountain and gulped.

"So what do I do?" she asked.

"Heal the crack first," replied Peridot.

Sadie lowered the gem into the fountain. It glowed for a second - she watch the crack vanish through the clear waters, her breath caught in her throat. Soon she lifted it out - it was in pristine condition.

"Alright," nodded Peridot, "Now press it to the spot. Just under your collar."

Sadie handed the gem to Steven and pulled her shirt down slightly. She breathed in deeply.

"Okay," she said, "Here goes nothing."

She nodded to Steven. He swallowed, and carefully pressed the gem against the top of her chest.

For a second, nothing seemed to happen. Then, as if caught in quicksand, the gem began to sink into Sadie's skin. She watched in wonder, feeling a strange, tickling sensation as the skin under the gem seemed to disappear, replaced with the cold, hard rock. Then, as abruptly as it began, the sensation stopped and the gem was still.

Sadie nodded.

"Well, that was easier then...then..."

She held her head, hearing whispers in her thoughts.

...inspection of the Cluster will proceed. Peridot 5XA will be in command with Ruby 1GK as her bodyguard...

...I still don't think this is the right course...

"My head," she muttered, her vision starting to swim.

"Sadie?" asked Steven.

...I don't care. The development of the Cluster will be continued; the weapon will be developed on schedule. I...Agate! Remove the Peridot and her guards, I wish to speak with Blue Diamond alone...

...Yes, My Diamond. Peridot! Ruby! Dismissed...

Through the darkness, towering above the mountains, Sadie swore she could see a giant, shadowed figure.

"Do you...do you see that?" she asked.

"See what, Sadie?" replied Connie, "Are you okay?"

The dark figured turned, and suddenly Sadie's whole vision was filled a brilliant white.

Pain.

Sadie clutched her head, screaming as her whole body was filled with searing, burning agony. She collapsed to the ground, curling into a ball - she could hear a cry, but could not tell who. The gem, once cold, now felt like the surface of the sun on her skin, and her mind swam with alien thoughts and strange images.

She glimpsed her hand - it looked like it was red hot, literally steaming from the intense heat. She clenched her fist, closed her eyes and screamed again. It was an echoing, ear-piercing shriek.

She opened her eyes again. She was on her back, looking up at a terrified, panicking Steven. She tried to reach up to him, but she felt too weak to lift her arms.

She screamed once more, and then merciful, blissful darkness took hold of her.

#steven universe #ruby stars #sadie miller #agent clancy miller #agent philbert bracknell #greg universe #amethyst #peridot #connie maheswaran #blue diamond #white diamond

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New Dawn

1/4, because I will write a story for each of the new Champions. GOALS. Also not all of them will have a pairing, just saying. Alternate suggestions for titles are very welcome as well. If these go over well, I might start putting up more writings.

Teba is trying to adjust to life with his new partner in Rito Village when the unexpected happens.

(it’s an AU where Teba and Kass are not married, M/M pairing ahead, SFW)

The week starts gray and overcast and gross. Rito Village is known for good weather: sunny skies, fluffy clouds, only occasional snow. It’s a big reason the fliers settled here in the first place, perpetually positive flying conditions.

Except for today, of course.

Teba is grouchy today, the clouds make flying cold and miserable, no sun makes the targets at the Flight Range harder to see, and Kass is leaving for the Faron region today. The blue Rito collects his sheet music, leafing through it to find the pieces he wants to take with him. Teba glances around his house to try and take his mind off his bad mood. Kass only moved in with him a few days ago, so there are only a few small signs that someone else besides Teba lives here. A few stacks of neatly organized sheet music line a shelf that Teba used to keep arrows on, and a small side table sits empty, the new resting place for Kass’ accordion when it’s not strapped to the other’s back or in his hands.

Motion draws his attention back to the other Rito, and Kass gives him a smile as he finishes securing his accordion onto his back. Teba gruffly shifts his weight from one leg to the other.

“You be careful out there. I’ve heard about Faron. It’s a mess. Monsters everywhere.”

“I will.” Kass looks thoughtful for a moment. “To be honest, I can probably count the number of times I’ve gotten in trouble with monsters on one wing. They aren’t usually aggressive to anyone who’s not a Hylian.” That doesn’t really make Teba feel better, and Kass can sense it. “I promise to be careful. I should be back by the end of the week.” Teba nods, that thought finally making him feel better. Kass would disappear from the village for weeks at a time on his quests, back when he didn’t have anything tying him down in the village. He’d show up for a few days to rest and restock, then he’d be gone again without another thought. Teba knew he wasn’t the only reason why. Kass was getting help with his songs: the Hylian Champion was investigating shrines as well, and whenever they met out in the field, Link would puzzle over the riddles in Kass’ lyrics to get them to the shrine in the song. The blue Rito kept a map of Hyrule with each shrine he found checked off. He had four so far, and four left, if his old teacher’s music was correct. “I should go. I want to get to Riverside Stable before it gets dark.”

“Right.” Teba internally kicks himself for being so curt with him, but Kass hasn’t seemed to notice. He pulls the bard into a hug, his heart fluttering when Kass nuzzles their beaks together. He walks his partner down to Revali’s Landing, and Kass nods to him.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“You’d better be.” Kass smiles again.

“You know I will.” He shifts the strap around his accordion. “Goodbye, Teba.”

“Goodbye, Kass.” Teba wants to add on how much he loves the other, but Kass is suddenly taking off, and he can only wave as his partner soars down to the mountains below. Teba watches him until he can’t see those bright blue feathers anymore, then turns to go back home. He’s caught in darkness, and glances up at the massive figure of Medoh, perched on the overhang above the village, target set on Hyrule Castle. He stares at it for a moment, then shakes his head. He’s going to have to find something to keep his mind occupied for the rest of the week.

The second day that Kass is gone, determination sets in, and Teba gets to work. He pulls down his hammock bed from the ceiling, hammers in a couple more mounts for stability, then heads to the tailor to find more fabric. She gets him a massive piece of the softest fabric he’s had in a while, and puts hooks in it so he can hang it up, which he does when he gets home. The fabric is emerald green, and shimmers in the bright sunlight. He fills the hammock with pillows and throws himself into it. Far too big for one Rito. Perfect. The two of them had been sleeping on the floor in alternating arrangements, at Kass’ insisting. Teba was glad to let him have his bed, but Kass had protested, so they had alternated for the few days before he’d left. Teba was used to sleeping on the ground at the Flight Range, and Kass was used to camping out on the ground, but Rito Village was home for them, and home meant a comfortable bed.

The next few days, Teba spends his time crafting a new bow for Kass to take with him on his travels. It’s always made Teba nervous how Kass leaves without so much as a shield to protect himself with, so he makes sure the other won’t have any complaints with this bow. It’s light, but durable, crafted out of wood so it won’t weigh him down. It’s not as strong as Teba’s bow is, but Kass doesn’t need something that deluxe. He leans the bow against the table with Kass’ music, adding one of his own quivers next to it and filling it with arrows.

The end of the week comes and goes with no Kass. Another day, and another, until Teba can’t take it anymore and finally goes down to the Flight Range to fill his targets with arrows. He wants to be waiting at home for the moment Kass flies back into the village, but seeing the sheet music and the map is driving him crazy. What if something happened? Was Kass all right? Was he even coming back? He’s anxious, and the anxiety is infuriating him. The fear he feels inside is infuriating him.

He’s sitting on the deck to the range, sorting out his arrows, when he hears footsteps up the ladder. Teba turns to see Link come in, his cheeks pink from the cold.

“Link! What… what are you doing here? I thought you were headed to Goron City?” Link goes in his bag, searching for a moment, then comes up with an envelope, which he holds out to Teba. The white Rito takes it, confused, then opens it up. Ice runs through him as he sees a piece of sheet music folded up inside. Kass. He tears the message out, trying not to rip the page as he unfolds it.

“My Dear Teba,” He tries not to let Link see how hard he’s flushing at that, “I am so sorry for not being back when I promised you I would. Faron has been nothing but rain and thunderstorms, and I had to spend days in the stable waiting for the lightning to stop. Link has helped me find the shrine in my music, graciously, and I’m almost done here. I should be back in Rito Village in a couple days. I promise I am not leaving you, I am not hurt, I am not dead. Please don’t worry too much about me. I love you. ~Kass” Teba remembers to take a breath, and he glances up at Link.

“He’s telling the truth? He’s not hurt?” Link shakes his head, mimicking Kass playing his accordion. Teba nods, relief blooming in his chest to know that Kass is safe and coming home soon. “Thanks, Link, for bringing this to me, it really means a lot.” Link nods, then motions at his leg, rubbing his own thigh. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’ve healed completely.” Teba turns to show the back of his leg, the burns from their battle with Medoh gone. Link nods again, resolutely, then gives him a wave and heads back down the ladder. Teba lets out another breath, feeling the stress bleeding out of his muscles. He’s not angry anymore, just exhausted and relieved.

Teba is returning home after a flight around Medoh when something by the bridges catches his eye. A flash of bright blue, coming closer. He dashes down to Revali’s Landing just in time to meet Kass as he lands, pulling the blue Rito close before Kass can even say hello.

“You jerk, I was worried about you!” Kass chuckles, although he already sounds defeated.

“I told you I would be careful, you old crow. I figured that you’d be more upset if I came home with my feathers burned off from being struck by lightning.” Teba can’t argue with that, and he leads Kass back up to their home. “Teba, this is so beautiful!” He can’t help but swell a little as Kass marvels over the new hammock, studying it and reaching up to touch the fabric. He helps the taller Rito take off his accordion and the rest of his gear, then Kass collapses in the hammock and doesn’t move again. Teba smiles to himself as he carefully rests the accordion on its table, placing the sheets of music next to the others. Kass is home now, and all is right with the world.

Kass sleeps for a day and a half, Teba curling up with him whenever he gets the chance. It’s early in the morning when Teba feels it, sitting up and glancing around. The ground is rumbling, the motion steadily growing stronger. He gets up, and heads outside just as the shaking turns to a quaking. Grabbing onto the landing outside the door, he glances up just in time to see Medoh fire a massive blue beam from the beak that had been targeting the castle for the last couple weeks. The sound is deafening, and it feels like it lasts hours, even though it’s only a few seconds. The silence afterwards is eerie and unsettling, and he hates it. Something is wrong. Teba turns to hurry back inside, grabbing his bow and quiver from his workbench.

“T-Teba, what’s going on?” Kass is sitting up, glancing down at him, the blast loud enough to rouse him.

“I don’t know. I’m going to go make sure everything is okay. You stay here.” Kass reaches down to touch him, and Teba leans into his feathers.

“Please be careful.”

“I will.” Outside, their neighbors are awake as well, mothers calming crying children and the other warriors looking to him for guidance. He turns to Harth, who’s come up to him. “You go check Medoh. Be careful not to get too close to it.” Harth nods, and motions to two of the warriors to come with him. Teba now looks at the other two. “Mazli, Gesane, that blast was aimed at Hyrule Castle. We’re going to make sure there’s not a mass of monsters headed here.” The two Rito nod, and follow him to the cliffs just behind the stable, where they can actually see the castle.

All three of them bristle to see the black clouds swirling around Hyrule Castle, bigger and more ominous than they’ve ever seen. Flashes of pink and orange are nearly blinding even at this distance.

“Is this the Calamity coming back?”

“Teba, what should we do?” Teba stares into the black mass for a moment.

“Mazli, go tell the Elder what’s going on. Make sure everyone is prepared to evacuate. I don’t know what’s happening at the castle, but I’m not going to let the village be destroyed again if the Calamity does come back.” The deep red Rito nods, and takes off. Gesane watches him go, then glances at Teba again. “Gesane, you stand guard at the entrance to the village. Keep an eye out for monsters.” The other guard nods to him, and flies away. Teba turns back to the scene unfolding in front of him, sitting on the ground and crossing his legs. If it starts to spread, he wants to be the first to know about it.

Hours pass. The tension in the air hasn’t eased. The swirling black clouds swell higher into the sky, but they don’t spread out farther than the castle grounds, strangely. Teba sits, motionless, hyper-aware of everything around him. The sound of flapping wings catches his attention, and he turns to see Kass landing behind him.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay inside!” Teba is furious, but Kass doesn’t back down.

“Mazli is saying we need to be prepared to leave, that this could be the Calamity again. Teba, you’ve been here for hours, I was worried about you.” Kass’ tone is even, but his voice is shaking. Teba regrets yelling at him, and motions his partner closer. Kass sits next to him, pressing himself into Teba’s side. Teba points to the castle.

“I’m not sure what’s going on. It’s been like that for hours.” He slips an arm around Kass’ waist, keeping him close. The blue Rito is silent for a moment, then begins to hum a familiar melody.

“The hero with the sealing sword struck the final blow/ And the holy power of the princess sealed Ganon so.” Teba glances over at his partner.

“You think that’s Link in there, fighting Ganon?” Kass nods, hesitantly.

“It makes sense.” The two of them sit in the terse, quiet air, staring at the castle. The ground starts to shake again, and Teba pulls Kass closer, heat swelling in his chest as the other Rito clings to him. The swirling vortex of clouds looks like it’s about to explode, and there’s suddenly a bright flash of light. Kass is the first to recover from being blinded, and gasps as he sees the scene in front of them. Teba curses under his beak, rubbing at his eyes, and struggles to clear his vision. The spots popping in front of his eyes finally go away, and he’s greeted with the sight of a massive monster on the grounds in front of the castle. A giant pig-demon-thing, it spouts pink flames across its back. They can hear it roaring from here.

“That-it’s-“

“Ganon!” Kass is shaking, and Teba can feel himself shivering as well, but he swallows his fear and clenches his beak tightly. Flashes of golden light sparkle around the beast, and everything gets brighter, forcing both Rito to shield their eyes with their wings. Another roar erupts from the beast, and Teba pulls Kass close as the golden light turns blinding.

And then it’s over. Silence. Both of them feel ringing in their ears, but the beast is gone. The black clouds, pink flames, golden light, it’s all gone. Hyrule Castle stands tall against the backdrop of Death Mountain as the two Rito unfurl their wings from around each other. They exchange a glance, and Kass nods, somehow knowingly.

“It’s…it’s over. Link did it.”

The world seems to be in a state of baited breath for the next few days. A few Rito leave the village to find out what happened, but no travelers come through. The Calamity is all they’ve ever known, so to see Hyrule Castle without the miasma around it is unsettling. Teba is seriously considering leaving to fly to the castle to see if Link is still alive, when the Hylian Champion shows up in the village one day, Princess Zelda with him. A crowd forms around Revali’s Landing as the Elder welcomes them.

“Princess Zelda, Link, we have all been awaiting news from the castle for days.” Zelda nods, her green eyes bright.

“Ganon has been defeated and sealed away. Our century-long struggle with him is finally over.” Cheers go up from all the Rito, and Teba smiles as Kass lets out a relieved sigh. The crowd settles, and Zelda speaks again. “We do have the matter of the Divine Beasts, however.” Murmurs go through the crowd. None of the Rito are very fond of Medoh after how long they spent living in fear of being shot down by its cannons. “I know that the past hundred years have not been easy. All of the beasts and the guardians were under Ganon’s control after the Champions perished.” Teba nods, remembering everything the elder has told them about Revali. “We have now gotten all of them back under our control, and all that’s left to do is appoint new Champions to preside over them.” The thought of having a new Rito champion to pilot Medoh sends shivers down Teba’s spine, and Kass touches his wing, gently. Zelda smiles. “Link, in his quest to defeat Ganon, has already cast his votes for who they should be, and I am in agreement with him.” The Elder looks intrigued.

“I can’t guarantee that the Rito you have chosen will be willing, but do inform us of your choice.”

“For his bravery and strength, we have chosen Teba.” Teba blanches when he realizes that Link is staring at him, a confident, encouraging smile on his face. Kass touches his wing again, and he glances at his partner to see him nod, his eyes bright. Teba steps forward, and Zelda turns to him, smiling serenely. “Link has told me everything you did in the fight. He mentioned how headstrong you are as well, a quality that must have been passed down from Revali.” The Elder is nodding, and Teba hates him for a moment. “You are free to decline the role if you wish. It is your choice. We will give you time to think it over.”

The wind whips through Teba’s feathers, and the sky has never looked so blue before. Accordion music carries on the air, and he smiles at the sight of Kass playing his instrument, standing next to Medoh’s control panel. The blue scarf around his neck flaps behind him gracefully as he walks over to the blue Rito, relieved to be home.

The past week had been a blur. He’d accepted the honor of Rito Champion, begrudgingly at first, then he had been whisked away to Hyrule Castle to await the ceremony to crown the new Champions. He’d met each of his new comrades: Yunobo, a nervous but upbeat Goron who had helped Link bring down Vah Rudania on Death Mountain; Sidon, the eager prince of the Zoras who had helped Link stop Vah Ruta from flooding the land; and Riju, the thoughtful leader of the Gerudo, who had helped Link calm Vah Naboris’ thunder. The celebrations had lasted days, and he was glad to be back home with Kass again.

Kass notices him and smiles, stopping his song.

“Have you decided what to do with Medoh yet?” He’d been grappling with it the entire trip back, whether he should leave Medoh perched over the village or try to get it back in the air. But now, Teba nods.

“Someday I will get it in the air again, so the entire kingdom can see it flying again.” Kass brightens. “For now, I just want to savor the peace. With you.”

#scribbles tag #BotW #teba/kass #long post ahead

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