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sunlightandsuffering · 1 year

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WRITING A DRABBLE BC I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!

Eren knows he's not supposed to choose favourites, and if asked he will deny it until he's blue in the face. As a self-respecting first grade teacher he absolutely does NOT choose favourite students! But by noon on the first day of class he can't help himself, the little brats have already wormed their way into his heart, especially Nico. And no it's not because they bear a startling resemblance, that's not how he chooses, no it's based purely on cuteness.

And Nico, well he's got the whole class beat in that department, he's the cutest first grader he's ever seen. Shiny brown hair with caramel highlights, big green eyes that Eren knows will be used to get him out of so much trouble, and the big chubby cheeks characteristic of a six year old. The kid is fucking cute, he has good genes, Nico Ackerman, and Eren thinks he finally knows how all of his own teachers felt as a child when he'd bat his eyelashes before causing trouble.

Especially as the kids come back from lunch does Eren learn what a little hellion he's chosen for a favourite student.

Because he doesn't just have the Yeager looks, he's got the attitude to, and as soon as they come in from lunch he's got the whole class in an uproar over goldfish crackers and Eren has to step in when a fight breaks out.

By the end of the day, Eren is unsure if Nico is still his favourite student, no matter how cute he is, he's already almost killed the class pet, an actual goldfish named Bob, taught the other students how to draw butts and taken most of the boys in the class on a fun romp through the mud outside at recess. Eren is left witch plentiful artworks of multicoloured butts and several emails from parents inquiring as to why their children came home with mud soaked clothing.

Eren immediately regrets his choice in favourite. But nonetheless, Nico is still cute at least. But really it's then that Eren should've known.

On class picture day Nico convinces the whole class to take their individual photos with their shirts inside out, and this also extends to the group photo and by the time Eren notices it's far too late and the photo he brings home to show his mom is laughable.

Carla is absolutely cackling, calling it divine justice as Eren shows her his first grade class of little hellions, Eren thinks it isn't fair. "Which one is Nico?" "That one there, the one with the brown hair and green eyes." Carla almost drops the photo altogether, "Eren he looks just like you." He shrugs, sure they look a little alike but it's not like his features are uncommon, "A little." His mom gives him a stern look, "Not just a little, he could be your twin when you were that age, if I didn't know any better I'd say he's yours." Eren scoffs, yeah right, he'd know if he had a kid running around somewhere, "I think i'd know if I had a kid mom." His mom gives him a dubious look but Eren writes it off, the whole idea is just so ridiculous, Nico is an Ackerman, he's probably got a dad at home anyway.

The next person to mention it is Principal Erwin who's wandering by while Eren disciplines Nico in the hallway. "Nico, you know it's not okay to talk while I'm teaching so can you tell me why you did that?" Nico looks forlorn as he responds, deflated, "I was talking about recess." Eren sighs, ruffling the kid's hair, he's a little hyperactive but he's not a bad kid, "That's okay buddy, just try not to do it while I'm talking about a project okay?" Nico nods excitedly and at that moment Erwin walks by, doing an absolute double take as he observes them both together. "Mr. Yeager I didn't know you had a kid who went to this school, you should disclose that to the office." Nico says nothing and Eren's mouth opens in shock, quick to correct his superior, "He's not mine, he's just a student, this is Nico." "Nico Ackerman," the little boy corrects excitedly, before adding, "I don't have a dad!" Erwin looks unsure what to do with this information and Eren looks down at the little heathen in surprise, he doesn't have a father? Suspicious indeed...

He doesn't meet Mikasa until the first parent teacher conference when she finally shows up, the last interview of the night. Until that moment he'd only ever met Nico's grandma and sometimes his uncle depending on who was doing pickup, but he'd gathered from Nico's own babbling and his grandma's talk that Mikasa was an ER nurse who often worked weird shifts and wasn't around to pick him up, but was always home for dinner. It seemed that despite Nico's one-parent status he was well loved and his mom was always around to cook dinner and take him out on the weekends, especially if the little boy's drawings were anything to go by. He was excited to meet the little tyke's mom, curious about just what kind of woman was raising the cutest and most troublesome kid in his class. He absolutely does not expect who walks through the door.

She's stunning, the most beautiful woman he's ever met and almost immediately Eren dismisses any lingering thoughts in the back of his head that maybe Nico could be his, that maybe it was a drunk one-night stand. There is no way he'd forget sleeping with a woman like that.

She's sweet, apologetic for being a few minutes late, still dressed in her dark blue work scrubs that she fills out so fantastically. Full breasts that press against her scrub top, an ass he can see every perfect inch of in exquisite detail through those scrubs and god does he want to go back on his rule not to mess around with student's parents because fuck. In a word, very respectfully, Mikasa is a MILF and it takes him a full minute to open his mouth up enough to introduce himself.

They talk for almost an hour that night, long after parent teacher conferences should be over, about Nico, about everything, and Eren discovers that Mikasa might be a little interested in him too. Her eyes keep dropping to look at his lips and he discovers that Nicos dad is very much not involved, never has been, never will be, and Eren fights the urge to tell her he'd be a great daddy, for Nico too of course.

After that, Eren decides that Mikasa is going to be coming to his office to chat a lot more about Nico's behaviour. And Eren thanks god the little bugger loves to act up. Before he'd been handling it mostly with notes home and quick emails where he could, but now, he thinks he wants Mikasa around a lot more.

#lys's drabbles #idiocy

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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years

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'Hello life ruiner' 'oh calm down that was years ago and your life doesn't look that ruined to me' for Lucien and Eris?

ok so sorry this took me so long but here it is. I kind of went for a Damon/Stefan Esque vibe so hope you enjoy

A knock on the door had eris up from bed too early.

“Are you kidding me?” his lover asked. Their time together was rare as they were typically both occupied during this time of day, setting aside a few hours a week to make time for each other.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll be back to bed soon, and” eris smirked. “We’ll finish what we started.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’m counting on it” Eris quickly put a shirt on and walked to the door and peered through the hole. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Eris took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hello, life ruiner.”

Lucien gave the appearance of looking around. “Oh calm down, that was years ago and your life doesn’t look that ruined to me”

“Yes well, when you left my reputation shattered with my father's blood on my hands it took half a century to get back to a fraction of where I was.”

“So dramatic and we both know that that was only partly my fault.” When Eris didn’t respond, Lucien filled the silence. “Half a century? Huh, has it really been that long?” god his brother was infuriating, it took all of eris’s self-control not to smack him across his face.

“I actually believe it’s been about 75 years.” Eris turned around to face the voice. “Hello, Lucien.”

Lucien looked amused. “Hello Azriel.”

“That mate of yours making you lose track of time?” Azriel chuckled as Lucien tensed.

“Elain is doing well thank you for asking, I see you and my brother have remained close throughout the years.”

“Extremely and thoroughly” eris provided, enjoying the way Lucien shifted uncomfortably. “And as fun, as this little visit was, I have more important” Lucien's eyes flicked to Azriel. “Things to do.”

“Can’t get rid of me that fast brother, I was instructed to reconcile with you or sleep outside.”

“That bad? Seems to be a regular occurrence for you.”

“There’s that sense of humor I missed so much,” Lucien drawled. “So will you have a drink with me?”

“No.” Eris began to shut the door before Azriel stopped him.

“Sorry, can we just have a minute please?”

Lucien appeared grateful. “Of course.”

Eris turned to Azriel, “he destroyed my life, I am not going to have a drink with him.”

“Sweetie, it’s been almost a century and it was mostly beron’s fault.”

“Keyword being almost. Check back in 25”

“Minutes?” Azriel asked hopefully.

“Years.” Eris was about to walk away when Azriel stopped him gently grabbing his arm.

“Eris.” He turned to face him, Eris's gaze softening.

“Please, if not for him then for me, have a drink with your brother and maybe there will be some rewards after.” Eris hated when he got like that, everything about his resolve crumbled and all he wanted was to melt into his hard chest.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But those rewards better be nothing short of spectacular.”

It was Azriel's turn to smirk. “Oh, they will be.” He turned, dropping Eris’s arm, and walked back to his bedroom on silent feet, fading into the shadows. He looked like a god and Eris had to force himself to turn away. He opened the door once more to find his half-brother standing against the side of his house in a nonchalant manner, pretending he hadn’t been listening.

He shot Lucien a look. “Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“There are rules.”

“The control freak strikes again.” Eris shot him another look. “Ok ok, what are they?”

“You get 1 hour, and the words Mom, dad, hellion, Gwyn and our dead brothers do not come up.”

“No family, got it.” he held his hand out, eris knew he expected him to ask where they were going so he didn’t. Instead, he took his hand as Lucien winnowed them away.

A second later Eris opened his eyes immediately recognizing the stuffy summer court. It reeked of joy and pleasantries Eris did not want to participate in. They walked in silence into the town square to whatever trashy bar or club Lucien was taking him to. Suddenly he stopped in front of what appeared to be a lingerie store.

“Need some new panties brother?” He ignored him instead walking inside and whispering something to the cashier, something even his fae ears couldn’t pick up. The cashier flashed them a sly smile and walked to a rack of clothes. She snapped her fingers and a door appeared, Lucien turned to Eris and although this was unexpected, he kept his features completely neutral. Alright, at least he’s trying to make this interesting. He followed him through the door and down the stairs to a dark room lit with neon lights. The room was large and filled with high fae and faeries alike.

“It’s a chain, across all 7 courts, called the underground beluga.” Lucien provided even though Eris had pointedly not asked.

“Inconspicuous.” He chuckled at that. They went up to the bar and sat down.

“Bourbon please” and at the same Lucien said “a round of shots.”

The waiter looked confused, “So which is it, bourbon or shots?”

“We’ll have both.” Answered Eris to both the waiter and Lucien’s delight.

“I like your style.” responded the waiter.

Lucien clapped him on the back and pushed him to sit down. “As do I.”

Drink after drink came and just 1 had turned into 5, 7, maybe 10? It was hard to keep track. It started off tense but by drink 3 Eris and Lucien had dissolved into jokes and memories. Reminiscing the good, eluding the bad. They spoke of their childhood and when they had been close. He did well with avoiding the topic of family.

Eris was drunk as fuck. His mind was hazy and his vision blurred but he was sure that it was his name being called up to the stage. “Eris vanserra you’re up for karaoke, it was requested by a member in this club, that would like to remain anonymous, for you to sing don’t stop believin by journey to the middle.” He blinked twice and turned around to face his brother. The sly fox was smirking.

“Oh, you little shit.”

He took a sip from his bourbon, “I have no idea what you mean”

The host's voice came again “Eris, come on lad you’re not above karaoke get your ass up here.”

“You heard the man.”

And then the cheering began. “ER-IS ER-IS ER-IS”

“Come on brother, give the crowd what they want.” but eris had a better idea.

“Alright,” He paused, smirking, “brother.” Eris pressed his hand on Lucien's shoulder and winnowed them both to the stage. “This performance will now be a duet,” he announced to the crowd, causing an epidemic of cheering. Lucien’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, one not too different from the color of his hair. The music began and the lyrics to the song appeared in the air. Well this was happening, eris thought, might as well lean into it.

He gripped the microphone in one hand, letting the alcohol take over, and belted. “JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL.” he winked at a seraphim, walking to the center of the stage. “LIVIN IN A LO-NELY WORLDD. SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN AN-Y-WHERE.”

Eris looked to Lucien, enjoying the shock on his face, he gave him a look as if to say, your move brother.

Lucien cracked his neck, ran a hand through his hair and took the microphone in both hands. “JUST A CITY BOY. BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DESTROITTT.” with each word, his voice became more and more confident. “HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN AN-Y-WHERE”

Eris took the next two lines. “A SINGER IN A SMO-KEY ROOM. THE SMELL OF WINE AND CHEAP PERF-UMEE.”

Lucien cut him off. “FOR A SMILE THEY’D SHARE THE NIGHT. IT GOES ON AND ON, AND ON, AND ON.”

He joined Eris in the middle of the stage and they sang together. “STRANGERS, WAITIN. UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVARD. THEIR SHADOWS.” With the snap of Eris's fingers, their shadows reflected on the curtain began to dance on their own and he lit everything up in a heatless flame. “SEARCHIN IN THE NIGHTTT. STREETLIGHTS, PEOPLE. LIVIN JUST TO FIND EMOTION.” Eris and Lucien looked to each other and then at the crowd that was going crazy. “HIDIN, SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHTTTT.”

In reality, they were sweaty, off-tune, drunk idiots doing karaoke. But to Eris in his drunken stupor, thought they were gods on that stage. Leaving every emotion he had felt in his almost 600 years with don’t stop believin. He was on a high and could not be brought down no matter what. Up on that stage with his brother, he was invincible.

They sang at least 4 more songs, each one more insane than the last. They drank and joked until the sun came up. And though Eris had nowhere near forgiven his brother, maybe just maybe he had taken a step in the right direction.

#one shot #drabble #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #azris #elucien #some good old fashion brotherly love #brother banter

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poorrichardslegacy · 4 years

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Kacxa Week 2020 Day 6 - Battle Injury

Words

SUMMARY: Keith and Acxa’s daughters have passed their Trials of Marmora and embark on their first combat mission, against the pirates of Penzarance. The girls learn that words can cut just as deeply as any Luxite Blade, and just as importantly they learn about the power of forgiveness.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26910880

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Acxa/Keith (Voltron) Characters: Acxa (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Original Blade of Marmora Character(s) Additional Tags: Kacxa Week 2020, Family Drama, Family Issues, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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It was the call Keith hoped he would never hear.

“Dad…please…come quickly…Mom’s down!”

His heart about to explode in his chest from its rapid beating, Keith races across the battlefield to his daughter’s position.

This raid was the first combat assignment with Blade of Marmora for both of his daughters since the successful completion of their Trials of Marmora two decaphoebs earlier. Keith had high hopes for this mission. This would be the opportunity for his girls to prove their worth, that they can function as full-fledged members of the Blade of Marmora.

Unfortunately, events began to spiral out of his control even before the start of the engagement on Penzarance.

And now it seems things have gone horribly wrong.

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Twelve Vargas Earlier

Against Keith’s wishes, Acxa sets the assault team rosters so that Mireya is a member of her team. As Blade Master he does not countermand her decision because he does not want Acxa’s authority undermined within the Blade of Marmora. He also knows that he will catch hell from at least one of the women in his family no matter what he does.

However, he warns her about how this move will be perceived not only by the other Blades, but by Mireya.

Mireya is anything but pleased about this turn of events. To her, this is another example of her mother hovering over her, nitpicking everything she does. This time, Mireya decides to stand up for herself. She confronts her mother in front of her father, great uncle, and sister, and starts a rather vociferous argument over the assignment. Anyone observing it would call it a blowup of galactic proportions.

“Why, Mom? Dad explicitly stated that he wanted Cataleya and I assigned to Uncle Meltok’s command. I don’t get it. Why are you doing this?”

“There is nothing to ‘get’, Mireya. I’m the tactical leader of this operation, and I have the final say on team assignments. I am not used to having my orders questioned and I will not tolerate it now. You are a Blade of Marmora going on a combat mission. You are expected to obey orders, and I expect you to obey these orders.”

Mireya, just turned 18, storms out of the briefing room but not before screaming at her mother.

“You’re suffocating me, Mom! I hate you! I HOPE YOU DIE! Maybe then I can finally breathe.”

Not happy with his daughter’s choice of words, Keith calls after her just as she slams the door to the briefing room. “Mireya you don’t mean that.”

Cataleya, just as upset with the situation as her sister, takes a deep breath before trying to calm her visibly upset mother.

“Mom, she didn’t mean that.”

Cut deeply by Mireya’s words, Acxa tries to hide the hurt from Cataleya. “I don’t know Cataleya…your sister and I have been butting heads for so long now.”

“Mom that’s because you two are so much alike in personality. Stubbornness and all. Give her some space. She’ll come around.”

Keith starts to go after Mireya, but Cataleya stops him.

“Dad, wait. Let me talk to her. No offense, she might listen to me.”

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The scene is the nightmare scenario Keith feared it would be.

His wife lay in a bomb crater, bleeding from a shrapnel wound to the stomach. Her right arm and shoulder are badly lacerated. He thinks to himself that it is a good thing she is unconscious. The pain must be unbearable.

He races to her and begins treatment to stabilize her. He does his best to keep his emotions in check as he works to save the life of the woman who said she would be his until the day she died. He does not want today to be that day.

“Mireya did you call for medical backup?”

“I…uncle…coming…”

She stands there, frozen by the sight of her critically injured mother.

Meltok leaps into the crater and quickly moves to Acxa’s side, his first-aid kit already open. “Medivac is on its way, Keith. Bars is talking to them. Let me check her.”

Keith steps back as his uncle, an accomplished field medic, hurries to stabilize Acxa until medivac arrives. Cataleya joins them and stands next to her shell-shocked sister.

Struggling against the flood of his own emotions as he battles to hold it together, Keith turns to his daughters.

“Cataleya, take your sister to the rear. I’ll meet up with you two once your mother is stabilized.”

Keith looks calmly at his daughters, both now frozen by the sight of their injured mother. He speaks to them in a calm and level voice. “Go on, soldiers. I gave you an order. Move to the rear.”

Cataleya snaps out of it and manages a shaky, “Yes sir.”

Blade of Marmora Sergeant Bars joins Keith and Meltok. “Medivac is incoming. They’ll be here in two doboshes. Master Chief, how bad?”

Meltok does not pull any punches. “Bad, Bars. Really bad.”

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As the medivac team moves in to prep Acxa for evacuation to the field hospital, Meltok reminds Keith of something.

“Go back with her and talk to her.”

“What?”

“Remember what she did for you after you nearly got blown to kingdom come by one of Honerva’s white mechs?1 Talk to her. Give her a reason to hang on until the docs back at the field hospital can stabilize her. Don’t worry about this operation. I’ll take command and mop these pirates up. You worry about your wife.”

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Keith goes with the Acxa and the medics to the rear. After seven hours of surgery, with Keith present, she emerges, in critical but stable condition.

His aunt Miara, a first-rate doctor in her own right and in charge of the field hospital, comes in to keep a close eye on her.

“Keith, you need to talk to Mireya. She’s been inconsolable since Cataleya took her to the rear. Come to think of it, Cataleya isn’t doing much better.”

“I guess the sight of their mother…in that state…that would do it. Aunt Miara, would you send them in. They need to see that their mother is going to be ok”

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The girls are ushered into the room by Miara. Mireya rushes to her mother’s bedside, takes her hand, and begins sobbing inconsolably.

“Mom…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I don’t want you to die. Please, Mom, don’t leave.”

Cataleya sits on the other side of her mother’s bed, holding Acxa’s left hand. She remains silent, but her tears flow just as freely.

Keith goes to console Mireya, taking her in his arms and letting her get her emotions out. When she finally calms down enough to speak, he asks her what happened.

“We were pinned down. We were taking heavy ion rifle fire and we couldn’t move forward. Mom was so calm. Dad, she was amazing. She said the only way we could beat them was to distract them, flank them, so that we could get close enough to lob grenades into their position to take them out. She asked me if I could do that…I said I could. I wanted her to trust me and this was my chance. Two of us made a flanking maneuver around the right side of the pirate defensive line. We drew their fire, and Mom was able to get close enough to throw two grenades into their position.”

“One went off. The fuse on the other was defective. One of the pirates threw the grenade back into her position. It exploded before she could take cover. I saw Mom go down…and I freaked out.”

“Freaked out in what way, honey.”

“I was so mad that I charged the pirate position single handedly. I think I took out, seven, eight pirates?”

While Mireya explains what happened, Meltok joins them and, standing at the entrance to the room listens to most of her explanation. When she gets to the part where she guesses at how many pirates she took down, he clears his throat to get Keith’s attention.

“That’s not quite true, Mireya. You didn’t take out 8 pirates. It was more like 20.”

Shocked, Keith looks first at Mireya, then at Meltok. “She did what?”

“You would have been proud of her, Keith. She took out twelve with her blaster pistol. Twelve shots, twelve kills. The last eight she took down with her Blade. Watching her with the pistol, she reminded me of her mother; watching her with her Blade, she reminded me of her father.”

“For the record…Cataleya is no slouch in those categories either. She��s just as good as her sister and she proved it today. She took out and entire gun line in the bunker complex, about 20 pirates, by herself.”

Mireya looks at her father hopefully. “Dad…is Mom going to be ok?”

Keith calls his daughters to him and gives them both a tight hug.

“She’s going to be sore, honey, but she’ll pull through. Your mother is tough. She’s been through worse than this. Let’s see, she’s crash-landed inside the belly of an intergalactic space worm, she was poisoned by Bralarian Hyenas after flying her ship to Braylar IV with a broken arm2 , she was almost skewered by Sendak after fighting him on top of a cruiser that was plummeting to Earth3…and she gave birth to you two hellions. She’ll pull through. Besides, she loves you girls too much to leave you now.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret. Mom heard everything we just said. She heard Uncle Meltok say what you both did today. I know when she wakes up, she’ll tell you proud she is of her daughters.”

A still very agitated Mireya is not so sure. “Yeah…if she ever forgives me for being an ungrateful little bitch…”

“She knows you are not that, honey. Hey, I have an idea. I think Mom would like it if the three of us sat here with her and talked to her for a bit. Would you be willing to do that with me?”

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Six vargas later, Acxa wakes up from her ordeal.

Vaguely aware of her husband’s presence, she reaches out for him. “Keith…?”

Keith squeezes her hand and leans closer so she can see him. “I’m here, love.”

“Thank you…for staying here with me. And talking to me. I heard you. Where…where are the girls? Are they…?”

“They are safe, and they are well. Aunt Miara took them to get something to eat.” Keith gently strokes her hair and horns. “You my dear have two heroes on your hands. Cataleya took out an entire gun line in the middle sector by herself. Mireya single-handedly took out the heavy rifle emplacements in your sector. It would seem that our daughters are now seasoned combat veterans. They’re not little girls anymore, Acxa.”

Acxa closes her eyes for a moment as she desperately tries to hold back the tears. Opening them, she turns towards Keith, sadness reflected in her deep blue eyes. “Where are my girls? I need to see them. I need to…”

From the shadows, her daughters tentatively emerge. “We…we’re here Mom.”

Mireya rushes to Acxa’s side and buries her head against her mother’s arm. “Mom, I’m so sorry about what I said before the mission. I didn’t mean any of that. When I saw you go down, I…I went crazy. Mom, please forgive me. I’m a horrible daughter.”

Fully awake now and aware of her daughter’s mental state, Acxa easily slips back into Mom mode. “No Mireya…you are a wonderful daughter. I forgot how much you’ve grown these past two decaphoebs. You’re an adult now. It’s time I started treating you like one.”

She looks at Cataleya and calls her over. “It’s time I started treating both of you like the adults you are. I’m so proud of both of you.”

Keith looks on with pride at his family.

“Acxa, you need to rest. I’ll sit with you. You girls need to get some rest as well.”

Cataleya does not want to hear that. “Dad, we’re not leaving. We’re staying with you and Mom.”

Acxa looks at Keith. “You know they get their stubbornness from their father.”

“Said the pot to the kettle. Go to sleep, woman!”

“No! I’m going to lay hear and let my daughters entertain me with stories of their exploits.”

Keith looks first at Acxa, then at his daughters.

“And your mother says I’m the stubborn one…”

1 Rejected by the Galra, Chapter 14 The Shared Path

2 Return of the Prince, Chapter 14, Cry of the Wolf

3 Rejected by the Galra, Chapter 12 Lions Pride

#kacxaweek2020 #kacxa fic #vld kacxa #keith x acxa #kacxa #vld keith #vld acxa

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ofaphrvdite · 4 years

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silence ! raise the royal standard, for the bastard princess of rajasthan, LEELA JHAWAR, has arrived. being 26 years old, she is out of line to the throne. many around the court call her the hellion, by virtue of her being brazen and nonconformist, while also being perverse and turbulent. — played by naomi scott.

- THE BASICS.

full name: leela chandani jhawar name meaning: leela ‘play’, chandani ‘moonlit’ known in history as: the bastard of rajasthan, the moonlit princess, the crowned serpent date of birth: july 29th, 1641/1994 age: twenty six star sign: leo profession: influencer (modern verse) / bastard princess of rajasthan (royal verse) loyalty: house jhawar, rajasthan, the coalition alignment: chaotic neutral mbti: estp spoken languages: hindi, advanced marathi, advanced english, intermediate ottoman turkish (royal verse) / english, intermediate french (modern verse) mother’s name: lady marie victoire von arenberg father’s name: raghunatha jhawar siblings, if any: padma jhawar, vijaya jhawar, manikya jhawar, raya jhawar height: 5’6” hair colour: black eye colour: brown

- BACKSTORY / MODERN VERSE.

born to a real estate tycoon and his second, swimsuit illustrated model, wife, leela hadn’t wanted for much in her childhood. she was the youngest of five and doted on by all her family including her half-siblings. until the age of seventeen, she knew nothing but happiness. she was spoiled and never learned how to fend for herself beyond wrapping people round her little finger and getting what she wanted with as little effort as possible.

so when her father’s fortune fell through and they lost everything, life got a little bit harder for the heiress who had never worked a day in her life. suddenly she was expected to work to help provide for the family, and she needed skills that she did not possess. college was off the agenda, she had literally nothing beyond her bank account that she was passionate about. so she started off selling clothes, organising the wardrobes of the people she used to call friends. slowly she built up a client portfolio and she was bringing in money for home, but not enough for her to keep up with her luxurious tastes.

eventually leela began to post on instagram. outfits of the day, workouts, skincare. she started racking up sponsors and soon realised that the more together her life looked, the more views and money she got. if she posted a selfie from her dull bedroom mirror, she might get a few hundred likes, a thousand at most. if she took the same picture in the bathroom of an upscale restaurant and tagged it then she would garner ten times the amount. even if she hadn’t eaten there. who needed to know that?

over the next few months she grew her instagram following and made the natural transition to youtube. she began to vlog her day, post meals she wasn’t eating full of sponsored supplements she wasn’t taking. she would post doctored photographs of her holidays in the maldives that never happened, just sunbathing in her back garden. when she went anywhere, it was because she was invited there as an honoured guest. little lies that would dress up her feed, give her the life she craved but didn’t have. as the money began to roll in, the lies needed to be upped.

leela’s life is mostly a lie. she does now possess a fraction of the money she used to have, enough that she can afford some of the luxuries she pretends are her own. rather than posting a photo of the rented gucci dress, it now hangs in her wardrobe. a proud testament to her supposed hard work. it’s a dishonest career that could be toppled with just one youtube expose commentary. but she was careful to cover her tracks, there’s no way she’s going back to the other life. whilst her siblings settled into quiet careers, leela was intent on keeping her star shining bright.

as she climbs higher, she only gets herself deeper into the lie. the friends she has made on her way up all assume her pockets are as well lined as their own and leela has to keep up. every holiday they plan, or weekend away in cabo, she must attend or risk losing the reputation she has cultivated. but whilst she has money, it’s not nearly enough to cover the costs of her made up life. the debts are beginning to pile up and very soon she’s going to have to pay them off or cut ties with the life altogether and risk public humiliation - but even that isn’t enough to slow the swipe of her credit card.

her weekends are always the same. she parties until the early hours and returns to her empty flat. literally empty, she only has the bare minimum flat pack furniture to fill out, because every cent of her earnings goes on the materialistic purchases she needs to stay afloat. the parties are always the same, and she always drinks too much. barely ever does she really enjoy them, but it’s an image she must keep up. who wants to a follow an instagram page that stays in on a friday night watching tv?

her family have expressed their worry on multiple occasions, that have only made the stubborn self-proclaimed social media star to push them away. she doesn’t want to hear about all she’s doing wrong, that it’s not too late to really make something of herself instead of wasting all her time and potential on people who will desert her when her bank account depletes. leela knows full well that she’s the family fuck up, so why should she bother trying to change that now? either she’ll soar, or she’ll crash to the ground in a ball of flames. but at least she’ll look good doing it. at least she’ll be remembered.

- BACK STORY / ROYAL VERSE.

the netherlands, despite being her place of birth, is known only to leela through sailors stories and distant memories - ones that may be no more than a product of an overactive child's imagination. her mother had been of noble blood once upon a time, wed to a high up ambassador tasked with securing trade through india. the lady marie was a renowned beauty in her home, one leela’s father had found impossible to ignore. their affair had been secret dalliances, whispered promises when he was just a prince about to ascend. when her mother returned to the netherlands, it had only been just long enough to realise she was pregnant, to carry the child to term, and to flee to the arms of the man she loved. she remained in rajasthan as his proud mistress.

her life as a bastard would no doubt have been a miserable one in europe, with the eyes of scandalised nobles on her. but the halls of rambagh palace were filled with warmth, the young leela’s laughter imbuing the walls with joy and shielding her from others disdain. her summers were spent boating on the man sagar lake, and then evenings in the hidden depths of jal mahal. despite her status, she was never made to feel less. even at dinners, when her title saw that she must sit at the back for feasts to save guests the embarrassment of sharing a meal with a natural born daughter, she was sought out as the life of the party. the back of the hall always roaring with laughter as leela delighted them all with tales of her adventures and jokes at her siblings expense. she may have been born destined for low birth, but she was born loved. cherished by her father for her wild spirit, and treasured by her mother for being her only child. the two women were indeed very similar, both ambitious but keen above all else to lead a life of their choosing. decided by no one but themselves. perhaps that was why leela was her father’s favourite.

her childhood was as perfect as one could have asked for. almost pristine if not for the large black burn that would mar her for life. at sixteen, an evening in the cellars of jal mahal had gone horribly awry. with her siblings around her she had her first taste of wine, and all reason between the five of them had gone out the window soon after. leela had left to retrieve another bottle when she’d run into one of the noble guests staying with them. bastards were a product of lust, and their offspring assumed to be wanton too. the man had said as such when he had gripped her arm tightly. if her brother had not come looking... the man had been executed, and she had turned into her mother when the axe had swung. to this day, she avoids small spaces and dreads the feeling of someone lurking over her. she would be in control, she would have the advantage, or she would have nothing from them.

leela relishes in being a bastard, for she has all the royal benefits of her four siblings, but near none of the responsibility. whilst they must smile and preen for foreign visitors, leela can go where she wishes. no escort need follow the bastard of rajasthan, their moonlit princess they so adored free to wander the city and mix with commoners and merchants alike. it is for that very reason that her father saw an opportunity for his kingdom, and a use for the wandering leela. a bastard she may be, but everyone needed a place.

as she grew, leela’s friendly banter turned quickly to flirtation and she soon learned she had inherited more from her mother than just her beauty. the bastard soon grasped that her looks could be used for her own advantage, and manipulating the men of the court became her favourite sport. with one flash of her smile, men and women alike would bend to her every whim and that had been her first taste of true power. her father instructed her to use her charming talents to extract secrets from tight lipped nobles, the merchants in the city and the peasants he ruled over. leela was not royal, nor was she common, she was on a plane of her very own. the lowest trusted her and accepted her as one of them, whilst the highest saw her as nothing but a useless nuisance - evidence of their ruler’s indiscretions. secrets were easy to garner for the unseen, and leela was difficult to deny. the whispers she had fed back to her father have stopped many a disaster before they even had the chance to take root.

but they took their toll on her too. leela can charm whoever she wants but always for a purpose. making bonds, forging friendships? this she has never mastered. always a fleeting enigma in another’s life. for that she suffers in quiet loneliness. she has the love of her family, but not much else. she’s never learned how to keep a hold of something for good. she loves her freedom, and has traded any stability in her life for it.

though she swans about the halls in red satin dresses and trusted brown leather boots, it is not just her seductive charm that she takes pride in. rajasthan is known for war, for it’s soldiers that were unmatched but for the warriors of old. she was no different. unlike the noble ladies, she was able to train from a young age and soon grew to be an excellent warrior of her own. though she will never be able to join the men at any front, she ought not to be crossed in combat either. with a sword she is light as a dancer, a breeze on a ships sail. many men have gambled their chances, and lost their bets and dignity soon after. often she trains with the men at the waterfront, enjoying the wind in her hair as swords ring around her. in another life, she might have boarded one of those ships and sailed the seas as an infamous pirate queen.

life didn’t change much for her when the war broke out. in fact, it didn’t change much for rajasthan at all. for a while they stayed out of europe’s messy business, not caring for a sultan that washed up dead on some beach. eventually, their powerful cavalry was sought out by the ottoman empire and they were drawn into the fight to aid the coalition. still, leela went about unchanged. the battles were not brought to their home, only men were sent away to prove their glory in a fight. life was all rosy for the bastard princess, until a certain kingdom came begging.

the marathas had allied themselves with the entente, with trade promises that had fallen through and leaving them with empty pockets. the two kingdoms had always been in petty dispute with the other, never really coming to blows but the tension had always been there. a war waiting to break out if neither side were careful. the marathas were still a great kingdom, well known and revered. it was not a fight leela’s father wanted to engage in, and so an agreement was drawn up. they would fill their empty coiffers in exchange for their alliance with the coalition. to seal the deal, leela was offered as a bride for the prince and a betrothal was arranged. a bastards hand for a prince was slap in the face, and they all knew it, but the marathas had little room to negotiate.

unsurprisingly, leela was not one to bow to authority. in fact, had she not been the daughter of a king she would be the one to rise against him, to rebel against the monarchy’s imposed rule. but such is not the case, so she finds other ways to flout the powers that be. ignoring the courtly graces everyone knew she had, purposely misusing titles and mocking the nobles who sneered at her. leela is overconfident, impudent and refuses to listen to anyone about what she can and cannot do. she is prone to chaos, revelling in it more often than not. she is quarrelsome, sometimes just for her own pleasure as she lacks any knowledge of consequence.

her very touch means chaos, and trouble follows her every smile. the serpent is chanted proudly by the people that adore her, for she is a woman who would drag a man to their grave given the chance, and slithered her way into the hearts of many. leela is bold, and relishes the adventure that her life has given her. she cares very little for anything. as far as she's concerned, she has all she could ever want.

leela is not pleased with the loss of her freedom, and her pending title of queen should raj ever make it to the throne. nor is she keen on the cocky prince, but she is thrilled that her hand is proving an embarrassment for him. they’ve both been sent to versailles to represent their separate lands, but leela only sees this as a chance to enjoy herself and see more of the world. her father has reminded her that she is there to be the face of rajasthan on the world stage, but that’s all semantics. after years of doing whatever she wished, she is not like to change now even if she may end up outranking all her siblings in the end. a nasty twist of fate for the woman who’d always been impossible to forget but never wished to be caged.

#! * INTRODUCTIONS.#! * INTRODUCTION / leela.#does this suck? mb so #but its done!!#modern rly was half assed i cant lie #tw assault mention #sorta??

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An Unexpected Journey: Part 7

The great hall of Storm's End was beginning to fill with bannermen, workers, and maids alike. Each seat of the hall began to fill with people that Arya had never seen before. It was like a never ending flood of bodies; as one made its way through the hall's doors, another would follow. The idea of having to face all those people was eating at Arya's nerves. She hated crowds. She never liked them, or to be more precise, she never liked being the center of attention of crowds. To have all eyes on her was an unnerving thought and she was ready to run back to her ship, never to be seen again.

She honestly didn't know why she agreed to eat with Gendry at the head table, where only the important people sat. It was invitation of questioning eyes waiting to happen. But she didn't want to reject him. He had been so happy to see her again, that she didn't want to disappoint him again. Although she was sure that Gendry wouldn't have minded if she sat in the great hall with all his other bannermen; she wanted to make him happy and if that meant sitting and the head table with all eyes on her, then she was going to do it.

She was an assassin! She shouldn't be afraid of anything, and in fact, she wasn't. She could count on one hand, with a few extra fingers leftover, all the things that made Arya Stark scared; being the center of attention was one of them. It was becoming extremely tempting for her to go steal some poor maid's face and blend in with the crowd, but she was stronger than that and she would hold her head high and sit beside Gendry at the head table. And it's not like she would be the only one up there. Ser Davos and little Lyra, along with Septa Joanna would all be up there with her. They even made a space for Lord Rednick and his family, for he was a newly appointed bannerman.

Supper was nearly about to be served, the cooks and barmaids were just waiting for all of the Storm's End people to fill the hall. Arya new she only had minutes of some sort of peace before the food would be handed out and the Lord of Storm's End would make his nightly speech. She was trying to find anything to distract herself from the impending doom she was about to face, even if it meant downing more wine than what she was used to.

She was in her second cup when a lady about her age with curly auburn hair came up to sit beside her. She had trousers on, but her jerkin had flared out, almost like a dress with no middle. Her waist was cinched with a large belt and at her hip was a small dagger, almost like the one Arya carried at her hip. It didn't take long for Arya to realize that this must be the famous Lady Rednick that she has heard about. Archie was right, she was definitely not the normal lady.

She turned to Arya and gave her a know smile, "You must be Arya Stark. I am Rena Rednick, Archie's wife."

Arya set her goblet down on the table in front her. She quickly wiped her mouth of any lingering wine and greeted the lady. "Nice to meet you Rena. I've heard a bit about you from your husband. I must admit, I was not expecting someone like you to sit down beside me."

Rena chuckled, "Ah, yes, well I am sorry to disappoint, but I have just come from the stables and did not have time to change into a proper dress for tonight's supper."

"Oh, no need to apologize to me. I would not be caught dead in a dress, unless my sister forces me into it." Arya smiled.

"Archie's father did mention that you were not a typical lady. I see what he means. It is somewhat a comfort to me, knowing that I won't be the only lady the wives gossip about." Rena says.

Arya shrugged, "Let them gossip, they are probably jealous that we don't care what people think."

"I'll drink to that!" Rena said as she lifted her goblet to meet Arya's. The two women continued to converse on small oddities as the remaining people entered the great hall.

Once the last of the remaining people had piled into the room, Gendry rose to his feet with a goblet in hand.

"Tonight, we celebrate not only Lord Rednick and his decision to become a loyal bannerman to House Baratheon, but we also celebrate the return of friends and family!" The great erupted with cheer.

"Please help me welcome back Lord Rednick's father, who has been traveling the high seas for the last five years under the command Arya Stark of Winterfell, the Savior of the Dawn and Slayer of the Nightking!" More cheers rang through the hall, but there were some lingering eyes and hushed whispers that didn't go unnoticed by the young assassin.

Gendry raised his goblet and the rest of the hall followed, officially igniting the celebrations. Gendry took his seat and the center of the table. Arya was sitting to the right of him while Lord Rednick to the left.

After downing another goblet of wine, Arya leaned to Gendry to whisper at his side, "You know, the Gendry I knew years ago would never have been able to stand in front of this many people and make a speech."

He gave a weary smile, "The Gendy you knew years ago has changed quite a bit." He paused and saw the discomfort on Arya's face as she scanned the crowd at the whispering lords. "Was the speech too much?"

Arya looked up at him. She could see worry in his ocean blue eyes. She knew he feared he had drawn too much attention to her. "Perhaps just a bit. I've changed too, but my dislike of attention and crowds has not."

Gendry nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled back and turned to see the crowd in front of her. Most were enjoying the food that was in front of them, not having a care in the world; while others dared to glance at the she wolf. Every now and then Arya could feel the eyes that landed on her, only making this supper all more difficult to ignore. But she has some curiosities too. If she was planning on staying in Storm's End, then she needed to know every little thing about the bannermen that followed the Baratheon name. And who better to ask than a Lady who's husband was a newly appointed Lord.

Arya turned to Rena who was trying to desperately control her young daughter from throwing whatever food that had lost her interest. She studied the young mother and noticed that she was getting highly frustrated.

"I do not mean to impose, Lady Rena, but perhaps she is bored? I see little Lyra giving her septa the same struggle. If I am not mistaken, I believe Septa Joanna will be taking Lyra to her chamber shortly, perhaps she can take your daughter as well? They seem close in age and it may do them some good to play with one another." Said Arya.

Lady Rena gave her a small smile, "No imposition at all and I think that is a splendid idea." Rena looked back at the septa and little Lyra, for Arya was right, Lyra was beginning to get cranky. Rena lifted from her seat and picked up the small child into her arms. She made her way over to the septa and began conversing.

Arya observed the interaction and gave a small laugh when she noticed the septa's face twist with horror.

"What's so funny?" Gendry asked her.

"Oh, just poor young Septa Joanna now has to deal with two little hellions rather than one." Arya pointed towards the woman and Gendry gave a roaring laugh.

"Even now you know how to make people miserable." He smiled to her.

"It was only a mere suggestion that Lady Rena ask Septa Joanna to take her daughter so her and Lyra can play." Arya said matter of fact.

"No, you're right. Lyra is getting irritable and since Lord Rednick's newly appointed status, her and Ginger have been the best of friends." Gendry said.

Arya smiled and watched as Septa Joanna took Ginger from her mother's arms. She grabbed a hold of Lyra's hand and made their way to were Gendry was sitting.

"Lord Baratheon, I will be taking the children to play in the little lady's room. However, she insisted to bid you a good night." Septa Joanna brought Lyra around to her father. He picked her up in a one fail swoop and rested her onto his lap.

The little lady looked up at her father with pleading eyes.

”Papa, I do not want to go with Septa Joanna. I want to stay with you,” she paused and looked at Arya, “And her!”

Gendry chuckled, “You want to stay with Arya? Why?”

Arya was curious as to what the youngling would say.

Lyra looked between her father and Arya, “‘cause she said, well she said we could play in the mud.” She looked Arya dead in the eyes. “You said we would play in the mud, Ar-Ar-Arry!”

Arya’s eyes went wide. She could tell the child had difficulty pronouncing her name, but she never thought the child would resort to her old nick name once upon a time ago. It clutched Arya’s heart, for she never thought she would hear that name again.

Arya scooched closer to the child. She leaned down so she was level with her. “Lyra, I did promise and I always keep my promises, but it is a little late to play in the mud. And Ginger is eager to play with you.” She paused listening to the brewing storm on the horizon. “But you her that? A storm is coming and with a storm comes rain. Tomorrow there will be fresh mud for us to play in.”

Lyra’s little eyes lit up and she gave Arya a toothy grin. She looked up at her father and gave him a wholesome hug, before jumping off his lap and trotting away with Septa Joanna and Ginger.

Gendry turned to Arya with hard eyes. He hadn’t meant what he was about to say, he just said it. It was if all the frustration he had built up inside of him, making him say stupid things.

“You keep promises? That’s funny.” He tone was harsh.

Arya looked at him with a scowl. “I promised to come back didn’t I?”

Gendry scoffed, “I don’t know, did you? Our conversation that day last maybe two, three minutes. Then you got onto a boat never to be seen again.”

Arya looked down into her wine goblet before taking another sip. “Well you remember what you remember and I’ll remember what I remember.”

“Maybe you’ve had too much wine and your memory is a little off.” He said to her.

Arya looked up at him with eyes that could kill. “Maybe you’ve had too much wine, because you’re saying stupid things. Oh no, I’m sorry I forgot, you say stupid things even without the wine.”

Gendry was about to say something to her when Lady Rednick made he way back to her seat.

He cleared his throat, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to stop a brawl from happening between my kennel master and the master of arms.” He rose from his seat at the table and headed towards the crowd.

Stupid bull! She thought. Sometimes he could be the same Gendry she left years ago and now she was beginning to see the new Gendry he had told her he’d become.

“I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” Rena asked her as she took her seat again.

Arya shook her head, “No, just a stubborn bull being stupid.”

Rena nodded, a smile creeping onto her face. She knew the Lord Paramount and this Lady She-Wolf had past that was hard to ignore. She was an observant lady, some would say too observant.

“So how long have you loved him?” She asked Arya.

Arya looked up at her in surprise. Was it that obvious?

“I-I don’t love him.” Arya words faltered.

“Hmm, okay.” Rena was trying to suppress a grin that wanted to escape onto her face.

Arya cursed herself and finished her third goblet of wine. She was beginning to feel the effects, making her more loose than normal.

“So tell me Lady Rena, which bannermen shod I put to the back of my mind and which should I keep my eye on?” Arya questioned.

“And what makes you think I know those answers?” Rena teased.

“You were a stable master’s daughter for most of your life. I have to believe that you were able to hear things that were meant for you to hear.” Arya told her simply.

Arya had been right, of course. Being a stable master’s daughter made Rena near invisible. She would hear things that were not meant for her ears. Some would say she’s a real master of whispers.

Rena sighed and finished her own goblet before she answered the she wolf.

“Most of the Lord Paramount’s bannermen are loyal. They love that there is another Baratheon in charge of Storm’s End, but there are some who would rather see another take his place.”

Arya nodded, her eyes darting around the great hall.

“Lord Swann is one of those men.” Rena pauses. “I’ve lived in Storm’s End my whole life. The stormlands are my home and I am loyal to the Baratheon’s, my family has always been. But Lord Swann’s family rejoiced when Renley and Stannis both perished. They thought it was their chance to take Storm’s End, but the other bannermen wouldn’t let them.”

“But hasn’t the Swann family been Baratheon bannermen for generations?” Asked Arya. She wasn’t as familiar with other houses history as she was with hers.

Rena nodded, “Aye, they have. But Lord Swann’s Lord Father has wanted Storm’s End since before Robert’s Rebellion, at least that is what my father had told me. I didn’t see it for myself until I got older.”

“Do you think he is capable of staging a coup?” Arya wanted all the information she could gather.

“He almost did, nearly four years ago. Threatened to take the castle if our Lord Paramount did not marry. The only problem, Lord Swann never did have enough men to follow him. I highly doubt he’ll try again.”

Arya gazes the great hall. She wanted to find this Lord Swann. She wanted his face engraved into her thoughts, for if he ever tried to usurp Gendry’s seat, she would know exactly who he was.

Her eyes stopped on a pudgy old man. His beard was white and curled in an exquisite way. He belly hanged over his belt and his jerkin seemed a little too tight. This was Lord Swann, Arya knew instantly.

Rena noticed that Arya’s eyes had locked on the old man. She had picked him out in a large crowd, for he truly was that noticeable.

“Aye, that’s him. He has a daughter as well. He believes that, with enough pressure, the Lord Paramount will marry his daughter. Too bad he’s too daft to know that that’ll never happen.”

“That,” Arya points to the man, “has a daughter?”

Rena nodded, “Her name is Jeyne. She a skinny little thing with pale blond hair. She is obsessed with our Lord Paramount, I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to speak with tonight.”

Arya racked the room once more and she spotted the girl. She was seated between two other women. She had a disgusted face as she stared at the three men sitting across from her. They were undoubtedly intoxicated and spewing ale every time the talked.

“She’ll probably try to sneak into his bed chambers again.” Rena pulled Arya from the crowd.

Arya’s eyebrows raised, “Again?”

“It was around Little Lyra’s first nameday. We were celebrating, just like we are now. Near everyone was high on wine or ale. The little lady had long gone to bed and her lord father was right behind. Archie and I weren't yet made a Lord and Lady, but we were still in appearance at the party. My father had agreed to watch Ginger for us while we celebrated. I saw our Lord Paramount head to his chambers and Lady Swann was right behind him, following. He still grieved for his wife, who had died a year prior, he was not taking any women. Thank the Gods for him that he had enough sense to lock his bed chambers before she reached his door." Rena was trying to suppress a laugh. "Her face when she descended those stair was of utter disappointment; it was hard not to laugh and her embarrassment."

Arya smiled at the thought, but was still uneasy at the news that Lady Rena was providing. There were things that were going to have to changed once Arya became established, and it seemed Lord Swann and his daughter were going to be the first things.

"It was quite a sight, I must admit. Both Archie and I did feel sorry for her bu-" Rena suddenly stood. Arya looked behind her to see Gendry had made his way back to the table. "Lord Baratheon." Rena stated with a curtsy.

Gendry lifted his hand, "Please Lady Rena, call me Gendry. I've told you and Archie that a million times."

"Of course, My Lord... I mean Gendry." Rena sat back down and began to munch on her uneaten plate of food.

Gendry took his seat once more. He cleared his throat and leaned close to Arya so his lips were at her ear. "I am sorry."

She turned to look at him; their lips mere inches apart. "I accept your apology, but do anything like that again, and I cannot promise that I won't be as tight lipped."

Gendry stared at Arya. Her grey eyes were beginning to bore into his soul. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to grab her face and take her lips onto his. She was just as intoxicating as the wine he had been sipping. He wanted her, all of her and couldn't wait to take her to bed. They were inching closer, not caring if the whole keep saw them. It almost as if they were in a trance with one another. They other not moving. They were so close when a throat cleared in their direction, making them pull apart.

"I beg my pardon, My Lord. I just wanted to come over and say hello." Jeyne Swann had interrupted. Arya gave the girl a quizzical look. She studied the girl from head to toe. She was skinny thing, Rena was right about that and her hair was a pale blond, but she was also very pretty. Her face looked nothing of her pudgy father and her eyes were just as blue and the bull sitting beside her.

"Uh, hello, Lady Swann. I hope you are enjoying tonight's festivities." Gendry said.

He was being nice, Arya knew. But she could tell my his posture, that he was uncomfortable with the woman.

"I am, My Lord," She paused and looked around the head table, as if she was looking for someone. "Where is the little lady?"

"Her Septa took her and Lady Rena's daughter to play, away from the grown crowd." He answered her question.

"Well that is good, young children shouldn't be around the grown men and women at such functions. Don't want them to bother us." She stated. Arya could tell there was a hint of smugness in her voice.

"Then why are you still here, Lady Swann?" Arya cut in.

Jeyne gave Arya a questioning look. She was sizing her up, almost like a lion taunting it’s prey. But Arya was a wolf, and she was not going to let this little weasel out of her grasp anytime soon.

“I do beg your pardon, Lady Arya. Why would I not be here?” Jeyne’s voice seeped with hatred.

“Well, you just said that children should not be around the grown men and women. You cannot be more that ten and seven, a child still.” Arya’s voice was cool, ice dripping with every word she said.

Jeyne have a fake smile, “Oh, I do get that quite a bit. But no, I am of age. In fact I just had my 21st nameday.”

“Oh heavens, I had no idea.” Arya’s voice was drenched in sarcasm.

The tension in the air seemed to grow thick. Arya was staring at Jeyne, praying to the Gods that she would just leave already. It seemed Jeyne had felt the she wolf’s grey eyes because she said, “Yes, well it was a pleasure to meet you Lady Arya. And good to see you again My Lord.” She placed her small hand on Gendry’s. He pulled away, but not before Arya raised a brow to the young girl. She quickly retreated, giving Rena a glare as she walked by.

“I truly do despise that woman.” Rena said as soon as Lady Jeyne was out of ear shot.

Arya concurred, “I’ve never liked girls with the name Jeyne.”

And with that she filled her wine goblet and chugged it till in went dry.

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100 FOLD

““Yes,” Jesus replied, “and I assure you that everyone who has given up house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or property, for my sake and for the Good News, will receive now in return a hundred times as many houses, brothers, sisters, mothers, children, and property—along with persecution. And in the world to come that person will have eternal life.” Mark‬ ‭10:29-30

Once you’re sold out for the gospel nothing else really matters. Sure, some stumble and fall off the path along the way, but once you’ve tasted and seen that the Lord is good, you don’t ever want to go back to the way things were before. The way of the world has nothing to offer you any longer. Of course the persecution becomes weighty at times, but it’s nothing that you can handle through the so sort God has placed in you. Yet, one heavy roadblock always seems to stand in the way of your ministry once your saved. It’s trying to walk in the full power of Christ in your own home town and own home.

This is a topic that I used to struggle with for along time, until God revealed you me in scripture that, “A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home." Mark 6:4. See Jesus knew what I was struggling with, he too had the same issue in his earthly ministry. Christwas able to do miraculous signs and wonders, but when it came to his family and hometown, scripture says he couldn’t do much because of the people’s lack of faith.

Can you imagine that, all of the power of God manifest in Christ body, and they still choose to not believe it? Doesn’t sound much different than what happens nowadays though does it? Think about it, scripture says that we have the same spirit that lives in Christ, in us. Through that spirit we can do the same works he did in his earthly ministry and far greater. You ever wonder why you haven’t seen the power of God move in your life the way he did in Christ life while he was here on earth? Might be a tough one, but have you ever fully decided to dedicate yourself to the gospel in such a way that you decided to live how Christ lived here on earth?

Christ knew the issues we would face dealing with the comfort zones of our families and hometown. He knew it would be such a huge problem that he gave his word that those who left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or property, for my sake and for the Good News, would not fail to receive a hundred times as much and eternal life.

If that’s the case, why aren’t we all jumping up and going on our way? I mean really, why would you not go? Is it because you doubt the word of God? Is it that you are so comfortable where you are, you decided not to live dependent on the great comforter to guide you?

I can only speculate, but I personally believe it’s probably because most people choose their comfort over their calling. The comfort of their family and hometown is really all that some people know. Maybe, they feel like because they have belief in God that they will go to heaven. So they have faith, and they try to do some of the Lords work, but they are limited because the lack of faith in their home/hometown. Why doesn’t it work?

It’s kinda common sense that the people you grew up around knew who you were while you were growing up. Some of them remember your past better than you do. Some of them have wild stories they like to bring up to make themselves feel better. They already have heard your “Once was lost but now I’m found story.” Some of them changed your diapers, some of them beat yourself ass for being a little hellion. How do you expect those same people to believe you have all the power of Christ living in you, and that you’re going to do what he did and far greater? Sure they will be proud of you, and give God praise that you follow him, but are you happy with not operating in the full power of the spirit? Staying in His hometown didn’t work for Christ, how are you gonna out do the one who gave you life? It’s worth taking some time to think about.

Say what you want, argue what you will, but it just isn’t happening. I’m not talking as one who doesn’t know, I’ve experienced it several times through my my walk. As hard headed as a person could be, I tried and tried over and over again, kicking at the goads like a madman. Almost always coming up empty handed. I’d see someone healed, I would lay hands on the sick, but that’s about it. Oddly enough that’s the extent of what Christ accomplished in his hometown.

I don’t expect you to take my world for it, but I do have some experience in this department. I became so sold out that I wanted to follow Christ to the best of my ability. So I made the conscious effort to sell all of my possessions including my home, to pursue the will of God. I am in no way boasting, all glory be to God he has allowed me to live fully dedicated to the his mission for my life, for over seven years. From sleeping on a cot in a car, to rooms smaller than a prison cell, garages, in and out of hotels alike. I’ve literally experienced what it is to have about as little as you possibly can have and live for Christ.

Out of all of it, the greatest thing I’ve learned in the past seven years, is that when you are 50 miles outside of your hometown, in places you are unfamiliar with, around people you don’t know, the power of God moves in your life in ways you could never imagine. You become immersed in the spirit, when all you have to rely on is your faith in the word of God. Distractions become minimal when you are living solely to spread the word. The apostles said if they had just water and clothing that it would be enough. When’s the last time you took that approach in life? When’s the last time you even left your state to go represent God in an unfamiliar place? I don’t want you to answer me, I want you to search your heart and make sure it’s in like with the will of God for your life!

My prayer for you today is to search your heart on what it means to have faith in God, vs living faith m out through love, action and in truth. I pray that God reveals your hidden areas of comfort, and exposes them to you so that you can deal with them in accordance to Gods will for your life. I pray you don’t miss out on a single opportunity to represent him to the best of your ability. I pray that when you read the word, you don’t read it in such a way that it entertains your comfort through the lens of complacency. Instead, i hope it is read and interpreted only through the spirit of God that lives within you.

As scripture says, no man should have to teach you, God himself writes his laws on your head and in your hearts. This is the time God gave you to be the torchbearer of your generation. He takes no pleasure in a timid spirit, or in those who shrink back. In fact, cowards are the first to enter into the lake of fire, in the second death. (Rev 21:8)

Since you know the truth, let it set you free from the chains that seek to bind you. Do not let the comforts and complacency of this world cause you to live a life of mediocrity when you were created to be so much more. Don’t forget who you are, and whom you belong to! Keep yourself around the brethren, spurring each other to do the good works God has had planned for you to do since before he laid the foundations of the earth. Never loose your zeal, It’s time to get out there and slay some giants. May you find everything you need from God through the finished works of Jesus Christ. Grace and peace be yours in abundance

From the front lines, ES.

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The Babysitter

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: General Audience

Prompt From @bobalongbill: Bakugo Babysits

Author: Fangirl Wonder (WordsandWonder on AO3)

“I’m sorry … I must have heard you wrong. I could have sworn you just said you go Bakugo to babysit our child while we go out. And that cannot possibly be correct. Because you love our child and would never do that to him. Right?”

Izuku gulped at his husband’s fierce expression. “He heard me asking Uraraka and offered to do it when she said she couldn’t! What was I supposed to say? Kaachan never offers to do nice things for people! I didn’t want to turn him down and discourage him.”

“You tell him that we prefer everyone to be alive when we come home from date night, so you have to politely decline!” Shoto growled, running a hand through his two-toned hair in frustration.

“I think you might be overreacting just a little, Shoto.”

Shoto pierces the other man with a searing glare. “Oh, I don’t think so. You seriously think he can handle it? No. This is the worst idea you’ve ever had, and you have had some truly terrible ideas in the past. Call him and cancel, Izuku, I mean it.”

“I would, but-“ An aggressive knock at the door cut off Izuku’s explanation.

“That’s him. Isn’t it?” Shoto asked defeatedly.

“I’m pretty sure it is, yeah.”

“Yeah, it fucking is “him” and “he” can hear everything you’re saying, assholes. Open the damn door!”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Izuku whispered reassuringly, patting his partner on the shoulder before pasting on a smile and opening the door. “Kaachan! Thanks so much for coming!”

“Didn’t clear it with the ball and chain, huh?” Bakugo scoffed, shooting an amused look Shoto’s way.

“It’s fine, Bakugo. We appreciate the help,” Shoto lied, his expression so forced it almost looked painful.

Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets with a petulant look. “Tsk. Whatever. Not like it’s a big deal. Where is he, anyway?”

“Ah, he’s just playing in his room right now, Kaachan! Let me go get him!”

As Izuku rushed off to fetch his son, Shoto crossed his arms and gave Bakugo an appraising once-over. “So, Bakugo. What kind of experience do you have with children? You babysit often?”

“Psh, what do I fucking look like? I never babysat before in my life. Can’t be that hard, though, right? You guys do it.”

It took a great deal of restraint for Shoto to keep his voice calm. “We aren’t babysitting, we’re parents.”

The blonde shrugged. “Basically the same thing, innit?”

“No-“

“Here he is! Say hello.”

Izuku gently guided a small, freckled child with wild auburn curls and deep emerald eyes to stand in front of him. Rather than saying hello, the boy simply stared, wide-eyed, at Bakugo.

“This is Kaachan, buddy. Think you can be good for him while Dad and I are gone?” The little redhead nodded and Izuku grinned warmly at him. “Great! Kaachan, emergency numbers are on the counter, and there’s food in the fridge for dinner. You can either have leftovers or make something else, but he’s kinda picky so leftovers might be best. Any questions before we go?”

“Uh …” Bakugo stared back at the kid, barely even listening to Izuku’s information. “Nah, I think we’re good.”

“Good! Well, have fun guys!” And with that, Izuku pulled Shoto, who looked very much like he had several protests to share, out the door. Leaving Bakugo alone with their kid.

“Okay, so... Whaddaya wanna do?” the man finally asked after several minutes of silence.

The boy said nothing.

“Oi, kid! I asked what you wanna fucking do.”

Silence.

“Fine then, let’s go watch TV.”

Bakugo led the way into the living room and flopped down on the couch, flicking on the flatscreen tv. “Pretty nice digs ya got here, huh?” he questioned casually, glancing at the small human who had dutifully followed after him.

The boy still did not respond.

“Okay, enough with this shit. You’re a kid! Aren’t you supposed to be loud and ask too many questions and shit? Aren’t parents always whining they never get any peace and quiet. The fuck is your deal?”

When the tiny redhead still didn’t answer Bakugo growled in frustration and yanked out his phone, punching the number in so hard it was a miracle he didn’t crack the screen.

“Yo, Bakugo! What’s up? Thought you were babysitting today,” Kirishima greeted cheerfully.

“I am, dude, but I think it’s broken.”

“Huh? What’s broken?”

“The fucking kid, man. I think it’s broken.”

“Shit, well why are you calling me if he’s hurt? Call Izuku!” Kirishima demanded, his voice laced with slight panic.

“No, no, it’s not hurt or anything, it’s just … sitting there.”

Kirishima took a calming breath. At least it was a relief to know the child wasn’t injured. “Well, first off it is a he. Second, what makes you think he’s “broken” or whatever? What is he doing?”

Bakugo glanced down to make sure the kid was still there. Yup, he was, still just observing the blonde unwaveringly. “Just fucking sitting there staring at me! I tried talking to it, but it just stares.”

“Okay, well, he’s probably scared of you. Trying smiling at him and being nice to him and not swearing so much. Ask him what he likes. Get him to show you his room. Kids love showing off their stuff.”

“Yeah, okay, I can try that,” Bakugo agreed with a nod. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Call again if that doesn’t work.”

Feeling confident in his ability to get the kid to open up now, Bakugo hung up the phone and turned to the boy, forcing his mouth to curl up in a smile.

He started to cry.

“Ah! Hey, stop that, what the fuck?! Stop crying! I was smiling at you, smiles are happy, damnit, so be happy!” As he reached out to attempt to soothe the child, Bakugo lost his balance and fell off the couch, bouncing off the coffee table and landing on his face.

Just as suddenly as it began, the wailing stopped, replaced by peals of pure, childish laughter.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” The man grumbled, rubbing his chin. “Guess it probably did look kinda stupid. Okay, well at least you’re not crying anymore. Hey kid, where’s your room?”

The boy cocked his head to the side, considering for a moment, but then slowly stood up and led Bakugo to the third door on the left side of the hall.

“Here?”

The boy nodded and opened the door, eyeing Bakugo carefully for his reaction.

“Dude. This is … actually kinda awesome. You like heroes, huh?”

“Like” probably wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the level of fandom showcased in this room. The walls were hung with countless posters of the top heroes, both from their time and the generation before theirs, paired with what looked like handwritten notes about each, tacked next to the appropriate pictures.

“Aren’t you too young to write? Oh, no wait, I see. These are Deku’s notes. Huh. Guess you’re a little nerd just like he was.” Captivated as he was by the amount of hero paraphernalia in the room, Bakugo had failed to notice that the boy had disappeared from his side. But he was made instantly aware of it when a piercing shriek, almost like a war cry, filled the small space and something soft but large collided with his back. “What the fuck?!” he sputtered, whirling around to find the source of the attack.

It was the kid, standing on a dresser shrouded in an impressive three-year-old ferocity as he picked up another stuffed animal and whipped it at Bakugo.

“Daddy give me his books, but I not a nerd! You wanna fight? I tear you apart!” And with that promise the child launched himself at the shocked man, colliding with his chest and sending them both sprawling across the carpet.

“Hey, stop! Quit hittin’ me, damnit!” Bakugo yelled, struggling to catch the rapidly moving fists as the boy rained blows on him.

“You make funna my Daddy?! I send you to the NORTH POLE!” The child screamed, aiming a solid blow at Bakugo’s shoulder.

It didn’t take long for Bakugo to get his bearings and subdue the kid with a bear-hug hold that kept his still flailing arms pinned to his sides.

“Oooookay, then,” he whistled. “Who woulda thought those two would raise such a little hellion! You got fire, boy, I like you.”

“Lemme go! I fight you!”

“Tsk. With those measly punches? You’re not doing any damage with those. If you promise not to hit me anymore I’ll let you go and teach you how to really fight someone.”

Huge emerald eyes turned to him in awe. “Like a hero?”

“Yeah, just like a hero,” Bakugo promised.

They spent the next three hours working on basic fighting techniques (including the art of intimidating trash talking), completely forgetting about dinner. It wasn’t until the boy started nodding off mid-punch that Bakugo realized how late it was.

“Ah shit, you gotta go to bed, kid.”

“NEVEEEERRRR!!!” Somehow completely re-energized, the child jumped up and raced out of the bedroom, evading Bakugo at every turn as the temporary caregiver chased him around the house.

“Come back here, you little shit! You were dead on your feet a second ago, damnit!”

“You never catch me alive! Hahahahaha!!”

In the end, Bakugo didn’t catch him. He just gave up and collapsed, exhausted, on the couch, shouting an admission of defeat and hoping the little guy heard it from wherever he was hiding. He yawned so widely it made his jaw pop and realized with some surprise that he hadn’t had such an intense workout in a long time. He was completely drained, and his head barely hit the armrest of the couch before he was fast asleep.

Shoto and Izuku found both their son and their babysitter passed out on the couch when they walked in the door about half an hour later, both scowling and muttering in their sleep.

“See?” Izuku prompted, nudging his husband and pointing to the pair of sleepers. “I knew they’d be fine.”

“Let’s hold off on that judgment until we see how much they damaged the house. Those two are much too alike to have gotten out of this unscathed.”

Izuku grudgingly had to agree. Who would have thought that he’d end up with a son so similar to his long-time rival? “Let’s save the inspection for tomorrow. C’mon, you put him to bed and I’ll see Kaachan out.”

Bakugo left surprisingly easily, with little more than a grumbled “took you assholes long enough” and a flippant wave of his hand as he offered to come back sometime. An offer Izuku was more than happy to take him up on.

That is, until his son, who for all his aggressive tendencies had never used foul language, awoke the next morning and asked where his fucking breakfast was.

#Holiday fanfic extravaganza #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijiro #OC child #todoroki x midoriya #babysitting

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ldentidem--archive · 7 years

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&. BASICS

FULL NAME: Laurie Gail Collins

NICKNAMES: Wallflower ( alias ), freak... yeah.

AGE: 16 & on. Verse and interaction dependant.

DATE OF BIRTH: June 27th

OCCUPATION: High School student / Writer

GENDER & SPECIES: Female mutant.

CURRENT LOCATION: NYC

AFFILIATION: Other mutants. The X-Men? I don’t know her.

&. FAMILY INFORMATION

PARENT NAMES: Gail Collins and Sean Garrison

PARENT RELATIONSHIP: None.

&. POWERS? SURE

Empathic Pherokinesis: Wallflower generated highly-potent airborne scent-based pheromones, which affected the chemical balance in other people altering the moods of those around her. Initially, she had no control over this at all, and she would cause everyone within range to match her moods. She could control it to an extent, but still had lapses when her emotions were particularly strong.

&. WHAT’S UP WITH HER?

Lonely and rather quiet, Laurie’s used to spend most of her time in complete solitude, for the most part of her life. She’s not too open about her feelings, fearing people might make fun of her, so she keeps her thoughts and everything else to herself as much as possible. Although she dislikes being alone, the time she spends by herself is used very efficiently, or so she’d like to think. Very loving with her friends, she worries a lot and meddles even when they don’t really feel like talking, which causes, every now and then, for people to yell at her and that increasing her insecurities.

Even if she looks frail and even a little pathetic, she’s not the kind of girl you want to make angry as her power unleashes almost at toxic levels with the strength of her emotions. It is unlikely to see her angry, true, but betray her trust and… you’re likely to see that side of her.

She respects her mother a lot and every now and then feels guilty for what her father had done and even if she’s a very over protected girl, Laurie cannot help but to feel extremely unloved even by those closer to her. With low self-esteem and the wish of not being alone, Laurie might seem to be the kind to settle for anyone showing some affection even if they’re not exactly the best influences, but then again, you’d be underestimating her. Laurie distinguishes perfectly between right and wrong and is waiting for the person who will love her right and properly before establishing a new relationship with anyone.

Laurie Collins was raised by her single mother, Gail Collins, who never told her that her father was Dr. Sean Garrison, a famous psychiatrist and self-help guru. Garrison’s popularity was based on his pheromone based powers, enabling him to manipulate the emotions of the people around him. One such woman who fell prey to his power was Gail herself, whom Garrison coerced into having a romantic relationship with him. However, when Gail ended up pregnant with Laurie, she developed an immunity to Garrison’s pheromones and left him upon realizing that he had been controlling her.

Gail was traumatized after the incident with Sean and became very insular. With no other role models, Laurie too isolated herself believing that allowing other people to get close would result in her getting hurt. At thirteen years old, Laurie was on vacation when her own powers of pheromone control manifested. All of a sudden, she was popular and felt happy. Gail, however, realized what was transpiring and explained to Laurie that using her power was unfair on others. Once more, Laurie retreated into herself, feeling that she could never trust how anyone felt about her ever again.

While attending high school, Laurie Collins excelled academically but she continued to keep to herself. Still, when an attractive male student asked her for help with his algebra, Laurie’s pheromone ability accidentally caused the young man to ask her out to dinner, like a date. When the pheromones wafted away due to a sudden breeze, the boy and other students close by surmised she was a mutant, turning Laurie into even more of an outsider. Gail then decided to enroll her daughter at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. Even there, in the presence of fellow mutants, Laurie remained withdrawn and kept to herself - but always near others, much like a wallflower.

One lunch period, Laurie was approached by Danielle Moonstar, a former student turned faculty member of the Xavier Institute, who tried to bond with Laurie and encourage her to join in with the others. Laurie wasadamant that other people would like her only because of her pheromones, and that they wouldn’t like her for real. Regardless, Moonstar found the perfect roommate for Laurie in new student Sofia Mantega, who could easily blow the pheromones away with her power to control the wind. When other students learned that Laurie was rooming with Sofia, they questioned Sofia about this, but Sofia stood up for Laurie and a friendship grew.

Laurie soon found herself not only spending time with Sofia, but also a pair of other new students recruited by Moonstar. The four teenagers wereallowed to accompany Moonstar to New York when she was searching for another potential new mutant, Josh Foley. This led the young mutants into a trap, set by Donald Pierce and his new group of militant mutant haters, the Reavers, whom Foley had just joined as he was unaware of his status as a mutant. The young mutants were forced to use their powers to defend themselves, but Laurie had a hard time controlling her abilities, projecting the fear she felt onto friends and enemies alike. Eventually, she was stabbed in the back by Pierce himself and would have died if not for Josh Foley using his newly discovered healing ability to save her. Laurie and her friends returned to the school, with Josh joining them shortly thereafter, and they all picked Moonstar as their personal advisor.

Laurie soon developed feelings for Josh and, some weeks later, she finally had the nerve to approach him and ask him to lunch. Josh agreed, and it seemed that Laurie was finally gaining her self confidence, as Josh seemed genuinely interested in her. However, when the de-powered Wolfsbane returned to the Xavier Institute, Josh became infatuated with her. Sofia could sense Laurie’s frustration and used her wind power to conceal Laurie’s jealous pheromones, which could have caused trouble.

In the days that followed, Josh even kissed Wolfsbane and, in doing so, re-activated her mutant power. As she transformed back into a wolf creature, Wolfsbane lashed out savagely, seriously wounding Josh in the process. Laurie overhead the commotion and mustered up the strength to finally control her power and managed to frighten Wolfsbane away. In the aftermath, Laurie even helped Josh to heal himself by using her pheromones on him. However, despite Josh’s gratefulness towards Laurie, he was pleased to see Wolfsbane when she returned to the Institute.

With the influx of new students to the Xavier Institute, the staff split the students into squads of six, with an assigned mentor for each. Thankfully for Laurie, she and her friends were placed on the same squad, with Moonstar still as their mentor. In fact, the squad was even named after Moonstar’s old team - the New Mutants. The young mutants were given a team costume, each member allowed their own individualistic style incorporated, and they all received a codename. Laurie was appropriately dubbed Wallflower.

Laurie and the New Mutants soon formed a rivalry with the school bully, Hellion, and his squad, named the Hellions, after the original students of their mentor, the White Queen. During a competition between the New Mutants and the Hellions, Wallflower proved that her control over her pheromones continued to grow, as she reduced her cocky opponent, Rockslide, to a sobbing mess in the matter of seconds. During an argument that ensued as to Sofia’s leadership capabilities, Wallflower stuck by her friend, and even stood up to Josh, who believed that someone else should lead the squad.

When Wolfsbane rejected Josh’s advances once more, Josh turned his attention back to Laurie, and asked her out for dinner - in front of Wolfsbane. Laurie and Josh went a video arcade in Salem Center, where Josh told Laurie that she didn’t need her pheromones, that she was cute and ought to be dating. This caused the situation to become awkward and Laurie withdrew from Josh, until he realized that he was basically telling her to go hit on other guys while he was on a date with her. Laurie was happy to hear Josh call their evening a date, but trouble brewed when two locals confronted them. Josh’s golden skin made it obvious he was a mutant and the locals believed he was harassing Laurie. Before the situation got out of hand, though, Wolfsbane appeared and scared the locals away.

For the lab component of her science class, Laurie was partnered with Kevin Ford, aka Wither, on whom she had briefly had a crush before she met Josh. Kevin harbored feelings for Laurie too, but could never act upon them, because of his involuntary ability to wither every organic material and living being upon physical contact. Regardless, Josh acted jealous upon seeing Laurie and Kevin establish a friendship, and Laurie tried to calm him down by inviting him to accompany her to her weekly dinner with her mother, who had moved to Salem Center to be close to her daughter.

The dinner went well and Gail seemed to approve of her daughter’s choice of a boyfriend. As Josh walked Laurie back to her dorm, he kissed her. Laurie was overjoyed, but was unaware that Josh met with Wolfsbane right afterwards. However, Wolfsbane told the two-timing Josh that things between them were over. Kevin had overheard their conversation and, unbeknownst to Laurie, tried blackmailing Josh with this information - suggesting he break up with Laurie. As Josh continued seeing Laurie, Kevin eventually revealed the secret affair between teacher and student to the school’s headmistress, and it became public knowledge in no time.

Unfortunately, Laurie was one of the last to learn and she did so in the most unpleasant way. When another student congratulated Josh for “bagging” a teacher when he already had a girlfriend, Laurie ran away to a nearby pond, where she sometimes spent her time. Josh followed her and tried to argue that things were over with Wolfsbane by the time he and Laurie got serious, but she could tell that he was lying and used her pheromone power on him, forcing him to go away when he wouldn’t leave her alone. Devastated, Laurie returned home, where Gail tried to comfort her daughter. However, as she was worried that Laurie might turn out like her father, Gail also told Laurie that it was wrong to use her powers on Josh the way she did. This angered Laurie, who accused her mother of turning her into a wallflower by making her hide from her emotions.

A bitter Laurie returned to Xavier’s school, where she thanked Kevin for exposing Josh. She also declared that she wasn’t weak anymore and would no longer be manipulated by others. While the Xavier Institute students were preparing for the upcoming school dance, Laurie pondered not attending it, given her recent troubles with Josh and Kevin. However, one of her classmates, Prodigy, convinced her that she should celebrate nonetheless as she had finally mastered her powers, and Laurie accepted his invitation. Unfortunately, she had no idea that her mother was chaperoning the dance, which annoyed her to a great deal. Seeing Josh at the dance flirting with another woman further frustrated her, prompting Laurie to ask her date to kiss her in order to make Josh jealous. As Prodigy refused, Laurie used her pheromone power on him, ruining the evening for everyone involved, as naturally Laurie’s classmates and her mother realized what she had done.

At the annual prize-giving ceremony for the students of the Xavier Institute, Laurie ignored both Sofia and her mother, prompting Gail to leave partway through the ceremony. As such, Gail ran into the Blob, who had just arrived to attack the Xavier Institute, and was injured when the villain slammed the school’s front gate into her. Luckily, Josh was able to heal her during the resulting battle. Laurie’s pheromones were crucial to defeating the Blob but, in the process, Laurie was almost squashed when the obese villain fell in her direction. In the aftermath of the fight, Laurie realized the error of her ways and apologized to her mother.

With the school year at an end, Laurie and her teammates had a sleepover by the lake where they friends argued for some time about each others’ recent actions. During the confrontation, Laurie received an apology from Josh, who admitted that he should have told her about Wolfsbane, and Laurie herself apologized to Josh and Prodigy for using her pheromones on them. Other members of the team sorted their issues out and the friends were on their way to a brighter future. Or so they thought.

Shortly thereafter, the tragedy known as “M-Day” struck, leaving the majority of the world’s mutant population de-powered. With a large number of the students suddenly powerless, chaos erupted at the Xavier Institute. Laurie was one of the few mutants to keep her powers; however she was clearly upset that her best friend Sofia did not. Falsely believing that he no longer had his death-touch, Wither grabbed Laurie’s arm, instantly draining it. As not even Josh’s healing power could restore her withered arm, Laurie was admitted to the infirmary.

In the days that followed, arrangements were made for all of the de-powered students to be sent home - but tragedy struck again as the a mutant hating organization led by Reverend Stryker launched a missile attack on the transport, killing forty-two innocent children. Laurie attended the mass funeral that was held for the deceased students, during which she tried to assure Josh that it was not his fault that he couldn’t heal their killed friends.

Josh was also beating himself up for not being able to heal Laurie’s arm. Laurie tried to console him but, in the midst of their discussion, she was shot in the back of the head by one of Stryker’s assassins. Earlier, Stryker’s men had used future technology to identify Laurie as a potential omega-level threat, who could defeat Striker’s army.

Wallflower died never learning the identity of her father, Dr. Sean Garrison. Unbeknownst to her, Garrison was well aware of Laurie, though, and had been counseling her friend Kevin over the months prior her death. Dr. Garrison was even offered a position as guidance counselor at the Institute by Cyclops and Emma Frost, and he accepted upon realizing that Laurie was his own daughter as he saw a picture of her mother in Laurie’s file. Garrison was supposed to start his job with the new semester, but whatever plans he may have had for his daughter remain unknown.

#YES I'M FEEDING YOU THE ENTIRE THING BOTH BETWEEN MY BULLSHIT AND THE CANON BULLSHIT #'CAUSE SHE DESERVES TO BE KNOWN.#SHE DIDN'T DIE AS A WOMAN IN THE FRIDGE FOR NOTHING

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funkadelicthreads · 7 years

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Clean Vibes, Good People, Great Tunes.

This was the mantra that resonated throughout the weekend, rain or shine. Sweetwater & Happy Ending Production’s seriously stepped up the talent this year bringing this powerhouse headliner lineup, but even the smaller stages had the best local jammers as well. If you missed the fabulous preview of 420 Fest by Savannah elder – you need to check it out here!

It’s hard to come by a successfully run festival that is smack dab in the middle of a city, yet somehow ATL does this quite well. This is especially impressive when the festival is packed yet seems like there is green space between you and your neighbor. The heavy hitting headliners included WSMFP, Trey, Moe., Lettuce (If you don’t know then you better learn), Ween, Dopapod, Break Science (w Adam Deitch of Lettuce and Royal Family Records w/ Fitty Cent), Trombone Short, & Twiddle – just to name a few.

… But y’all could get that review from all the other media houses – L4LM, Jam Base, or Live ‘n Listen. This ‘rebrew’ is all about the smaller acts with that BIG sound! In order of appearance: The Hip Abduction, CBDB, Andy Bruh, Hedonistas, Voodoo Visionary, HIKU, & Funk You. So enjoy the epic photos by Blake Towns and listen to some Lettuce while you read!

Video by Clifton Dyer

The Hip Abduction

T.H.A. is an honorable mention since they are unable to play die to their singer’s vocal cord strain earlier in the wee which called for no talking/singing for a week (Doctor’s Orders)… coulda just jammed though y’all! Enough hate though I’m sure they heard it enough. They are currently touring w/ 3rd studio album under their belt and recently added synth sound incorporated into their tribal reggaeton arsenal due to their most recent producer from Nashville. Cheers to that guy because it works actually, big risk big reward because they have been shooting straight up the festival bills.

The Hip Abduction featuring David New (lead vocals, guitar), Pat Klemawesch (kamale ngoni, guitar, vocals), Chris Powers (bass), Dave Johnson (baritone and tenor sax), Sean Fote (keyboards), Matt Poynter (drums, vocals), and John Holt III (kamale ngoni, guitar, vocals) have shared stages with the likes of Ziggy Marley, Umphrey’s McGee, Thievery Corporation, 311, Dawes, Galactic, and Moe.FE and has performed at Sunfest, Wanee Music Festival, Suwanee Hulaween, Orange Blossom Jamboree, Tropical Heatwave Music Festival, The BIG What? and more.

All Photos are by Blake Towns

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CBDB

The slayers and purveyors of Joyfunk from L.A. (that’s Lower Alabama, not Los Angeles). These guys kicked off the festival with elegantly intricate riffs over light hearted prog jams. Its intense in a whole-hearted way which is hard to describe. CBDB always brings the heat and their performance at the Lyrics & Laughter Stage was no exception. Before the show, I talked to their newest bassist (that’s their 3rd if you are counting, but the rest of the band has held tight so no worries) but this new guy knows what’s up on the down low. Check out their third album, entitled “The FAME EP”, they are seeing a pattern of snowballing momentum with large, energetic crowds hungry. They blend soulful vocals and virtuosic instrumentation with smart, tasteful songwriting resulting in a sound that can be enjoyed by the casual listener and audiophile alike.

Speaking of questionable choices, as much as I hate to love Twiddle (Half of you Phish fans know what I’m talking about) I really do love this song and Bird Dog Jubilee does a spot on rendition. Here is vid of the song at 420Fest.

Andy Bruh

The Heartwood Artist who is always in between Decatur and Athens has been raising the stakes in the DJ Realm for quite some time. After getting his start packing out New Earth, he quickly rose to support slots for Bassnectar, one of his biggest influences. He and Nectar also have more in common – they walk the line of producer and band by bringing together fresh perspectives, original music, and a true sense of community that is built on the entrepreneurial spirit of friends that surround them.

Andy’s other partner in crime, Robbie Dude, didn’t make the se this year, but they both were reunited alongside JuBee & Friends at the 420 Fest After party on Sunday. The Duo accompanied by accomplished MC, JuBee was nothing short of magical. Also Shoutout to JuBee playing Red Rocks this September // #keepATLfunky homie! The Atlanta born producer and DJ captures the soul of his city while pushing into unknown sonic territory with full control. Steeped in the history of Southern hip-hop, Andy Bruh builds on it’s melodic backbone and brings the full force of the electronic bass wave to create an energy unrivaled by many in the scene.

Hedonistas

Due to a time conflict, we weren’t able to cover these cool cats, but we still wanted to give them a shoutout and recoginition they deserve. Hit this link is after reading to get a peak of their set from the festival!

Also if that isn’t enough, our mutual homie Ethan “Dancin Shoes” Eloquin will be submitting a full rebrew of Hedonistas. Stay tuned kids!

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Voodoo Visionary

The Hometown Hero’s of Funk never disappoint. Here is just a little look into the set, but be looking out for a promo video and more media later! Where do we start?! Well, they played one of the best versions of “Harmony” I have head since its debut. Not to mention the monster jam that ensued after playing “Life During War Time” ( better than Widespread’s version i.m.o – more funky and to the point). Imagine that whilst slowly transitioning into the funkiest version of “Apache” (Jump On It) by Sugar Hill Gang all while Bret and the Krewe tossed out Voodoo Volley Balls into the insatiable crowd.

These newcomers ATE IT UP, and they fully satisfied their longtime fans as well. It was a magnificent marriage of olde & new, experimental & funk, young & old… so basically it is what you get all the time if you consistently go to VV’s shows. I cannot stress how much that this is a band not to miss next time you see them on a bill *cough cough* SCI afterparty. The crowd was so wild, I truly thought that widespread panic was about to ensue.

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HIKU

This Dynamic Duo is new on the block; however, the two producers are defiantly not. Niles, keys/synth/pad of ATL hellions Higher Learning who have been disrupting the electronic scene more than anyone since STS9 (which makes cents* since they were well-deservingly signed to 1320 Records last yea. (…don’t say 1312 like I always mistakenly say, it’s embarrassing. Especially if you say it to Alana while relating to bass theory) Moving on now.

Tyler (whose last name will remain a secret due to him being in the GBI’s Witness Protection Program) turned away from a life of killing beats to turning to the light side where he met Niles who noticed Tyler’s keen ability to produce phenomenal bass hits while pulling in drops to other covers which is the basis of HIKU. They do an extraordinary job of interlocking covers and original material to send out earthshaking drops atop there mountainous sound onto the audience.

Funk You

The OGs Renegades of Georgia Funk hailing from East Augusta have been on the grind for years and really been gaining this deserved recognition recently. The troupe is made up pf Will Clark on Drums, Will Foster on Keys, Gavin Hamilton on Vox, Evan Miller on Guitar, Palmer Owens on Perc, and Rob on Bass. Really they were well kept secret in Augusta, but nationally touring musicians have recolonized their talent for quite some time which has landed them in great festival spots like 420, The Werkout, The Big What, and the list goes on.

Back in 2014 at the first iteration of The Major Rager with Umphrey’s McGee and Moon Taxi, they were playing the afterparty at Sky City with The Kinky Aphrodisiacs and Chris Myers actually jumped on the drumset and jammed out! They had a number of flawlessly executed impromptu sit-ins – all while UM & Moon Taxi band members were in the crowd cheering them on. It was a magical moment to watch and after talking to Will Foster, it seems that there are many more stories to tell. We will save that for another article on these new age James Brown revivalists of the south. Catch them opening for PGroove at Georgia Theatre on June 2 in Athens and the Cox Capitol Theatre in Macon June 2. For tickets and info here!

Stay Funky My Friends,

~Kyle Dee~

… and if you still are reading, you deserve this: WSMFP night 2 – 2nd Set (I almost put the Ween set, but then thought you Gene and Dean fiends probably saw their set and already looked up all the recap plus pressed through the other single song vids from the night… I know I did. Roses was a great opener and Bird Dog Jubilee did a good cover of it at the Vinyl after Party too)

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