#felt like doing something shippy tonight

[cadmusfly]

custard [shippy soult/wellington snippet, ahistorical napoleonic rpf]

They could not have walked together like this, so surrounded by their respective men that they were. They could barely even have sat down together at the feast they just shared, capped off with a lovely meringue floating on a soup of vanilla custard.

"Crème anglaise for the Englishman," Soult said, and absolutely nothing about his facial expression indicated that it was the joke that it was meant to be.

But his interlocutor chuckled with the strained humour that it deserved. "I felt quite at home eating that!" said Wellesley. "Perhaps when you come to England, after the war, we will serve you some 'French toast', though I believe it is not actually French? It is bread soaked in egg-"

"Pain perdu. Lost bread, using bread unfit for other uses."

"Much like our soldiers! Of course, I am proud of my ragtag bunch, as you surely are of yours."

And at this, Soult actually smiled, though it was small and slight. "Of course," he said. "Hmmph- when I come to England, will it be as prisoner or victor, I wonder?"

Said Wellesley, "You will be treated very well either way."

"And I suppose you would be the one ensuring that?"

Wellesley's smirk was radiant. "As a conqueror, such a thing could only happen in dreams, so you would be crowned with all the gold they say you have. And as a prisoner, you would be mine, of course, and I do treat what I have caught with respect!"

"Not," said Soult, lips curled in a hungry sneer, "if I catch you first."

"And, pray tell, what will you do with your catch, unlikely as that would be?" asked Wellesley. "I confess, I do not think I would like to be displayed in the manner of your paintings, as beautiful as they are."

"I do not know." Soult sighed. "I have thought about it somewhat, ever since I espied you sleeping in that carriage. So slight, so small, so delicate…"

"How insulting!" Wellesley laughed. "I did not have such lurid thoughts about you when I caught sight of you, but perhaps I should have. Then perhaps I could have indulged in fantasies of being ravished by a devilish brute of a Frenchman!"

"Perhaps those fantasies could still come true." Soult's tone was flat and dark, but he did not look away from Wellesley. "Perhaps I am the devilish brute- what is it your men call me? The Duke of Damnation? Perhaps I could show you what hell looks like."

"Ah, Marshal Soult," said Wellesley, "I believe we are doing quite well in guiding each other into the depths of hell already. But perhaps it could be I who shows you a more personal hell tonight..?"

And all Soult said in response to that was a low and sly, "I would like to see you try."

Custard had clearly not been enough to sate their hungers.

A completely fictional and ahistorical attempt at writing a shippy Soult/Wellington snippet from the prompt "custard" given by @phatburd, Wellington being based on vague memories of the movie Waterloo and some of Sharpe

Set in a dream during the Peninsular War. I don't know anything about the Peninsular War. I don't know anything about Wellington. This interaction could not have happened in any way. I just wanted to write Soult/Wellington, and also something obviously shippy because I tend towards subtle and too much banter.

#napoleonic rpf #soultington #cadmus writes #historical rpf #napoleonic fanfic #cad rambles about dead frenchmen on main

[dukeoftears]

h + rouxls and lancer for the prompts? or e + swatchkaard if you're wanting to write shippy stuff specifically lol

Ooh, I might do the swatchkaard promt at another time actually, saving that- right now, I'll write Lancer and Rouxls ^^

Lancer's Nightmare

!! TW for implied child abuse !!

Something was prodding his back

Annoyed and half asleep, Rouxls pushed it away, hoping it would leave him alone.

It was persistent. Rouxls tried to ignore it. Maybe it would get bored and go away.

"...Lesser Dad?"

He groaned, arm going over his face. Please leave him alone. He needed his beauty sleep!!

"Lesser Dad...? Can..."

"For God's sake, Lancer, it's the middle of the night! What?"

"Sorry, um...."

...Now that was concerning.

The boy was hardly ever this meek, unless...

He moved his hand away from his face, blinking away sleep as he looked at Lancer in the dark.

The young prince's face was downcast as he stood beside the bed, hands anxiously clasped together. He shuffled as Rouxls turned his face to him, lips thinning.

Rouxls sighed.

"Come now. Thou shouldst be in bed, yes? Why are thee awake at such an hour?" His voice was gentler, no longer showing the annoyance he felt

"Can... can I sleep with you tonight?"

"...how come?"

Rouxls felt he already knew the answer.

"...I had a nightmare,"

Rouxls was silent for a while.

"You'll just sleep outside my door if I try to put you back,"

Lancer made a small hum.

This boy... Rouxls shook his head, a small frown on his face as he lifted him up onto the bed.

"Now, thou muste sleepeth, yes? And do noteth disturb me!"

The boy was lucky Rouxls was fond of him and the small smile of relief on his face.

"Mhm! I won't! Thank you, Lesser Dad!"

Rouxls nodded, turning to the side, ignoring Lancer wrapping his stubby little arms around his torso.

...

"...Lesser Dad?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think... Do you think dad hates me?"

Rouxls felt a small lump in his throat.

"...No, of courseth not," He wasn't lying. "Thy father may have... difficulties... regulating his emotions sometimeseth, but he doesn't hate you. That I'm sureth of."

Lancer was silent for a moment.

"Do you hate me?"

He sighed, turning back to face Lancer, as he gently placed a hand on the boy's head.

"Certainlye not! Thou mayest pester me like the little water beetle thou arest, but I wouldst never hate thee, Lancer,"

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise,"

Lancer held onto Rouxls a little tighter. He could feel the smile on the boy's face.

"...Thank you, Lesser Dad,

"...I love you."

...

"...I love you too,"

#answered #prompt minific #my art #this didn't really elaborate too much on the actual prompt until the end lmfao but I hope it's still enjoyable! #it's been a good while since I've written a proper fully narrated fic #it's nice to get back into it! #rouxls kaard #lancer #lancer deltarune #deltarune #deltarune fics #tw abuse mention #cw abuse mention #tw abuse #cw abuse

[thelastundeadbraincell]

2022's Fanfic Wrap-up

Happy new year everyone!

I went back and forth on whether or not I wanted to make that post, but 2022 was a pretty good year overall (I mean writing-wise because otherwise it sucked massively) and there have been a few accomplishments I felt like sharing.

5th Year Anniversary

Five years ago, in September 2017, I posted my first AO3 fanfic (not my first fanfic overall, but we don't talk about those other ones), a little DC Comics fic called One Last Look. Make of it what you will, but those opening lines still slap and I might just steal them for something else one day.

100 Works

Two weeks ago as I write these lines, I posted my 100th work on AO3 (technically a bit more since I orphaned a couple of fics, but we don't talk about those either): Love, Loss, and Moving On, an Andromeda Six oneshot.

A Little Experiment

Back in April, I posted a fanfic on AO3 that I didn't think would interest anyone. It's a drabble (an actual 100-word drabble), written for a dead fandom (that was never really alive to begin with), and posted anonymously. I barely expected it to get a few hits, but it did garner some kudos. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to not be considered my least popular work of the year. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is: post your stuff, because even the most niche fic you'll write in your life will find an audience.

My Worst Title to Date

I've never been good with titles, but No Pain Without Pain certainly takes the cake (or rather the bread). It's a pun, but one that requires you to be somewhat bilingual (and even then it's not a good one).

2022 Achievements

Works posted: 19 (out of 100 in total).

Words posted: 43 739 (out of 197 895 in total).

First work posted: Happy With Someone Else.

Last work posted: Love, Loss, and Moving On.

Longest works: Tales From the Seleota System vol.1 with a total of 7860 words. Love, Loss, and Moving On with 3623 words if you count each chapter individually.

Shortest works: Sleeping Beauty with a total of 698 works. Tales From the Seleota System vol.1 if you count each chapter individually since it has a few 100-word drabbles.

Most popular work: Happy With Someone Else. No idea why. The only thing special about it is that I posted it on my birthday. But it's somehow managed to become my second most popular fic overall, and for that I'm grateful.

Least popular work: The Wallflower and the Party Pooper. No surprise there. Non-shippy fics never get a lot of traction. Still, I quite like it. It's about Cal meeting my Traveler before the events of the game. I don't write him a lot, so it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Most popular older work: Stay With Me Tonight [Explicit]. I'm not even going to ask why.

Best month: October, both in terms of productivity and reader engagement.

Worst month: August. I honestly almost gave up at that point.

What's in store for 2023?

Well... I don't know... I do want to post the last two chapters of Four Seasons, and I do have some Andromeda Six WIPs I want to finish, but I'm waiting for episode 7 to come out before I do since they'll likely tie into those events. But tbh, I'll probably move on to another fandom pretty soon. It's been fun, but I feel like I'm running in circles. There's so little actual content in the game that I'm feeling very uninspired and my writing highly suffers from it. I'm just writing the same stories over and over again; the characters are OOC (not that canon gives us a lot to go on but still); the only things I'd be excited to write in this fandom are AUs, and at this point, I think I'd be better off writing original fiction (which I might actually do, though it's such a daunting task and I don't know if I have the spoons for it tbh). Besides, there are quite a few pieces of media coming out this year that I'm actually looking forward to, and I just know one of them is going to become my new hyperfixation.

Anyway, sorry to end on that note. Once again, I wish you all a happy new year.

#tagging this as #andromeda six #since it's the main fandom i wrote for this year

[palizinhaindanville]

#phineas and ferb #phinbella #phineas flynn #isabella garcia-shapiro #otp: ruining my life since 2008 #felt like doing something shippy tonight #my stuff

[distraughtlesbian]

brendon urie die but emperors new clothes THEE calroy song like. hear me out here.

the opening “finder’s keepers, losers weepers” <- shot of the house rocks flag being lowered and the flag of house cruller flying over the ramparts of castle candy

“welcome to the end of eras / ice has melted back to life” honestly idk, possibly calroy and amethar’s very first meeting, close-up on calroy’s menacing smile as he hatches the plan to steal his new friend’s throne, maybe juxtaposed with saccharina on “ice has melted […]” because haha shes ice cream and because her appearance in the plot did serve to put the rocks back on the throne

“done my time and served my sentence / dress me up and watch me die” calroy schmoozing and laughing in a crowd, red background or lighting as he turns to glance at amethar and caramelinda on the other side of the room, calroy and donetta in their wedding outfits at “dress me up” because i REFUSE to believe they weren’t lavender married—maybe shifts to calroy bloody and collapsed with donetta staring down at him at “watch me die”, given that she survived to the end and he didn’t, he failed and she didn’t?

“if it feels good, tastes good / it must be mine” fairly straightforward shot of calroy on the candian throne, blue moonlight streaming through the windows—it’s candy, it literally tastes good, and i know that man has sat in that throne in the dead of night and felt the ghostly weight of a crown on his head

“dynasty decapitated / you just might see a ghost tonight” maybe calroy and amethar on the ramparts, backs to the viewer, flashes from cal’s hand on his shoulder to his knife in his back on the beat between “dynasty” and “decapitated”, OR amethar there on “dynasty” and gone on “decapitated”, shoved off the ramparts to his death? girl help idk film lingo or whatever im just transcribing the silly little animatics i maladaptive daydream abt when im sad, anyway “you just might see a ghost tonight” could be amethar standing over a kneeling calroy (facing the viewer, looking up at him with some mix of shock, fear, and anger on his face) in his death scene bc IIRC that’s his first time seeing him in person since THE monologue in ep 9

“and if you don’t know, now you know” ruby and/or cumulous looking at castle candy from outside, seeing the castle lit up red as the fighting starts, maybe a distant repeat of the shot of the rocks flag getting cut down on “now you know”

“i’m taking back the crown / i’m all dressed up and naked” calroy’s back to the viewer, amethar driving payment day into his chest on “back”. idk what you could do with “all dressed up […]” without making it calmethar, but if you were keeping shippy stuff out, maybe calroy sliding a dagger into his sleeve in his chambers right before the “good time? bad time?” scene (justified because he was both armed and extremely vulnerable immediately leading up to executing the plan—what would he have done if amethar had caught on at just the right moment and turned to swing at him before he could stab him?)

“i see what’s mine and take it” could be amethar in soft/warm lighting, laughing at something off-camera, but the crown still on his head—really hammer in that calroy can’t have spent 25 years doing nothing but loathe amethar. you spend a whole fucking generation hanging around someone and find nothing to like about them, if only to keep you sane while you play the long game? if we’re going calmethar the “what’s mine” is taken even more literally; amethar both has and is everything calroy wants, and he needs to die for that—both to finally put calroy on the throne and punish amethar for filling him with a longing this consuming and obsessive

“the crown, so close i can taste it” calroy standing at amethar’s right/slightly behind him, looking up (at his face or the crown on his head?) with some undefinable emotion on his face, like how the mona lisa seems like she’s smiling but only if you squint

“sycophants on velvet sofas / lavish mansions, vintage wine” calroy and co. (plumbeline, belizabeth, ciabatta, etc.) in a richly decorated room in comida over goblets of fructeran wine (i NEED more lore about calorum alcohol. does candia export mead? is ceresia’s thing beer?) during the tourney, discussing the plan to destroy candia

“i am so much more than royal / snatch your chain and mace your eyes” amethar on the battlefield, lit up in a bloody haze, payment day in mid-swing (maybe a younger him, sans crown and kingly raiment, during the battle where gustavo killed the ceresian imperator, maybe him in the present on the sucrosi road)

“if it feels good, tastes good / it must be mine” idk what you could do with this as a repeat of the earlier lyric, but could be a child calroy in the halls of his estate at muffinfield, getting his first-ever glimpse of what climbing up the ladder can get you (since his dad was only granted the title of marquis when cal was like 10, according to the twitter lore brennan dropped a while back)

“heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die” is cal in dreamlike purple lighting (the sugar-plum fairy of it all!!) OR a royal portrait hanging on a wall, both of him in the crown and cloak, holding the scepter (immortalized forever as the usurper king calroy of house cruller, his lifelong ambition), cut to calroy’s mutilated corpse staring at nothing (or amethar looking down at it if we aren’t into depicting much blood/gore)

“and if you don’t know, now you know” possibly amethar standing over what we understand to be calroy’s grave, caramelinda at his side because they both had a relationship with him? (maybe there’s no headstone or anything, just a mound of disturbed dirt. we do indeed know that legends never die—even though he’s died unmourned, he’ll be haunting the halls of castle candy for at least a couple of generations, and it’s not like historians can just ignore the coup even if it failed. in the worst way, calroy has indeed gone down in history)

maybe ill write more regarding the bridge and repeated lines of the chorus but its 2 AM writing this and the brainrot is physically making my head feel soft. henny weighs calrot gang how are we feeling

#maeve speaks #perhaps i went off with this one but perhaps i also didn’t. #bestie idk……im tired and drunk and this looks like word soup to me #dimension 20 #dimension twenty #d20 #dimension 20 a crown of candy #d20 a crown of candy #d20 acoc #a crown of candy #acoc #a crown of candy spoilers #acoc spoilers #calroy cruller #amethar rocks #king amethar #donetta cruller #caramelinda rocks #queen caramelinda #ruby rocks #cumulous rocks #<- bc they’re mentioned #calmethar #calroy x amethar #amethar x calroy

[fromiftowhen]

The Rookie: 3x09 Amber Thoughts/Spoilers

I have… a LOT of thoughts about this episode. Unsurprisingly, the majority of them are Chenford related, but I had a LOT of West and Lopez feels too, so. Here we go. I started to try to get my feelings out, but it just became me copying quotes that I either laughed or had other feelings about, so…

“Grey’s busy, and Smitty’s getting a back tattoo.”

“That’s --”

“Don’t ask.

-- When I say I laughed out loud. Jackson and Smitty’s relationship is one of the best callbacks this show does, and every mention of that ridiculous man is hilarious.

“But it’s super important she doesn’t get shot today.”

“No promises. You ride with me, you ride the rollercoaster.”

-- Nyla Harper is my favorite person. She was excellent in this episode, from the very beginning to the sweet moment at the end (that ending scene did NOT need to be about Nolan, this should have been solely focused on Lucy and Jackson and what they accomplished today, but I can’t say I’m surprised. But Harper made it better.)

Tim tossing the list out the window immediately.

“You know, littering is a $250 fine.”

“Worth it.”

Lucy pulling a backup list right out. They know each other SO well.

-- HILARIOUS. Although I’ll admit my guard was up the moment she pulled that list out and used the word “trickery.” It worked out differently than I thought it would, but… well. We’ll get to that.

“I knew my TO would be important to my career. But I don’t know. I didn’t realize how important you’d be to my life.”

-- I should have been more prepared for the Lopez and West feelings today. Their relationship probably started out the rockiest of all the TO/rookie pairings, and maybe rightfully so… but it’s become the least complicated, the closest to friendship the fastest, and their bond is just really something. Jackson was right - a LOT has happened in their 13 months together (yes, show, I remember exactly how long it’s been -- do you?) and they’ve both grown and changed in such wonderful ways. Angela looked sentimental the whole episode (while still being her badass, hilarious self) and West looked SO relaxed, it was such a lovely bookend to their first days together.

“I wish someone taught me how to be in this one.”

“Oh, so we are in a relationship.”

-- All the references to a relationship were good, if not entirely baity. But Tim’s delivery of that line was amazing and made me laugh out loud. He sounds so long-suffering and very much like an exasperated husband, and it really pinpointed one of the ways they interact that just WORKS so well. It just feels natural, and Eric Winter’s delivery was great.

“Tell me the truth -- Am I gonna poop myself?”

-- This entire conversation was so randomly hilarious (but added levity they all clearly needed then). Harper and Lopez are hilarious together and I truly wish the show gave us more of that.

“Don’t worry -- I will personally stand watch over your kid until you leave the hospital.”

-- Jackson West. I love you.

“I really hope our last shift together doesn’t end with that.”

“Yeah, me too.”

-- EMOTIONS.

Tim distracting her with her list. The man KNOWS her. And him acknowledging that she’s been to hell and back. Again, I say -- EMOTIONS. It was such a good callback to him knowing she needs to focus on work and order and process to remain calm in some situations.

“One look from you could send me into a tailspin.” And one day, it will again -- in an entirely different way, I am SURE. The way they both knew she was referring to Plain Clothes Day was great.

“I dunno. Smitty is surprisingly maternal.”

“That is the most horrifying idea I’ve ever heard, and I want it to be a reality show so bad.”

“Right? I would watch the hell out of that.”

-- Lowkey this was the most hilarious exchange of the night. I would also watch the hell out of that reality show. All these little moments made me miss Lopez and West together so much. Their scene at the end of the episode was lovely. All the times he thanked her. Please still let them interact often. The show NEEDS it.

“We did it.”

“No. You did it.” THE MOST TIM BRADFORD THING I’VE EVER HEARD.

“Office Chen impressed me with every decision she made today. I will miss riding with her.”

The callback to the evaluation in Plain Clothes Day. My heart skipped a beat, honestly. The way that Tim was looking at her in this scene while she read the note was… it was a lot, and apparently too much for me to process currently because that’s the most intelligible thing I’ve got to say about it.

“You don’t let anyone ever tell you you can’t do something. Not even me.”

-- WHILE HE HELD THE HANDSHAKE. This one line tells you all you need to know about Tim Bradford and his RELATIONSHIP with Lucy Chen, honestly. He knows she’s “as tough as they come” and has “been to hell and back” and he knows, even if it scares him, even if it gives him flashbacks to Isabel, that she can do it.

Her gift to him was such a nice callback. For a show that doesn’t seem to track or care about its actual timeline, they’ve done a wonderful job with callbacks especially this season, and especially Tim and Lucy related ones. All the Caleb/Rosalind stuff. All Isabel mentions. Multiple mentions of Plain Clothes Day and their first day riding together, etc.

Every. Single. Time. He has called her Lucy this season, I have had to compose myself, none more than in this episode. I do kind of wish they’d waited until that last moment to have him call her Lucy (to her face, we all know I don’t think the phone call scene from season one, although one of their very best moments, counts)... it might have felt slightly more impactful (although the moment in the season premiere was great in its own way.)

Honestly, it was a little weird for me watching the show tackle their final moments as TO/rookie because I’ve written so many versions of that myself? (And look, I’m not gonna lie, their version gave me feelings, but I liked mine better). I wish that truly lovely garage scene hadn’t come on the heels of that “confession” scene, but it did help make up for it.

You might have noticed that I specifically skipped over that “confession” scene in the shop. As soon as he started talking about lying and UC work, I said “ugh” and then immediately wrote the scene in my head -- down to her laugh, it was that predictable once you got the gist. And I’m going to be honest -- if I had written it, I would have deleted it.

I KNEW going in -- and I think most people will agree -- that this was not going to be a true confession. That we weren’t going to get a Chenford love confession tonight (and please, can we discuss that ‘canon’ and ‘endgame’ are not interchangeable for just a sec.) But the way it happened just felt SUPER ship baity, and using it in the promo even more so. I just felt super pandered to in a ridiculous way that didn’t leave me with the most pleasant feelings about the writers… the garage scene at the end definitely helped, but overall the confession scene left a sour taste.

The thing is -- the things she said? How he saved her? How the reason he’s protective of her is that he might have feelings too? Those are all valid things! And things that, at least in fic, I believe. But watching that scene, me, someone who can read something shippy in the TINIEST glance? I didn’t FEEL those things. I wasn’t nodding along like “yep, yep, that’s all true” -- there wasn’t a moment during that scene where they looked at each other and I thought “yes, this is hitting too close to home for one of them.” Maybe that’s just me. I don’t know.

And I don’t know if that’s because I was too in my feelings about being badly pandered to, or if it just wasn’t there, or what. But… just overall I’m left with a feeling that it was just an entirely unnecessary scene that probably didn’t serve the ship well, just judging by some reactions I’ve seen.

Those feelings though? The ones I wanted to feel in that confession scene? I FELT THOSE, every single one of them, in the parking garage scene at the end.

Every look was perfect. Every pause, the handshake (a hug would have truly saved the confession mess, let's be honest, but can't be picky), the way he looked at her as she read, THAT is the writers do SO perfectly right for Tim and Lucy (and I know the majority of that credit goes to Eric and Melissa, because the moments that are the most impactful are the looks that just can't be entirely scripted.)

Do I still ship them with every fiber of my being? Yes, and nothing the writers do or don’t do will change that. Will I still (eventually again) write a million words about them falling in love how I think they should? Yes. Do I need the show to stick to moments like in the parking garage -- real, honest moments between them? YES. That is what the show gets right about their relationship. If they can just stick to those moments -- and somehow continue them and make them believable even if they’re no longer riding together -- I’ll be happy.

Am I worried about their interactions now that they’re no longer riding together? Yes. Their chemistry is honestly the best thing on this show. Giving less screen time to Lopez and West together has been rough -- not only on the relationships aspect that so much drives the show but on the timing/pacing as well -- and I worry that their best characters/best ship not sharing as much screen time will not help either of these issues.

Maybe they’ll surprise me. I hope -- I think -- they will.

(Random, but things I still need from this season: A Rachel mention? Don't get me wrong, if they want to forget her, I'm cool... but it feels like (even a fake love) confession should have been the right time to be like "I know this is awkward, you're dating my friend..." Come on, show. I don't care about her, but you tried HARD to sell us on her last season, so at least give her a two second mention to update us on what is actually going on. The Lopez-Evers wedding. (Do I think it'll be THE Chenford event most people are hoping for? No. But I'm ready to be proven wrong.) A continuation on Harper's love life. UPDATE ME on my girl.)

#the rookie #chenford #the rookie spoilers #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie abc #tucy

[cyborg-franky]

Happy Halloween [END]

I just wanted to do a little something cute and dumb for people I love and care about. I have many people here who I think fondly of but I know not everyone selships or has OC's and this is for the friends who do that.

So don't feel left out, I still care this is just for my shippy peeps.

@chocolate-n-cheese @gaynchor [me hurhur] @donivanessdoodles

[Modern AU] Horror movies were never Monty’s thing, it’s not like she hated them she just didn’t like how they could make her jump so easy. They were both sat on the sofa, a beer in hand, some snacks on the table in front of them. Zoro had a smirk on his face as he shook his head, the moment someone died he laughed, not because Zoro was strange but because he couldn’t get over how fake everything looked.

Monty on the other hand flinched when the serial killer struck another idiot trying to run away in high heels. She covered her eyes with the blanket and leaned against Zoro, he enjoyed the closeness, an excuse to wrap arms around her, pull her against his chest.

“Too much?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer and watching Monty try and be brave, try peer over the fleece blanket but mumbling.

“Maybe a funny movie before we go to bed?”

“I dunno, this one has me laughing” Zoro mumbled and felt Monty elbow his side, shooting him a look, he just chuckled and ruffled her hair.

[Cannon and not ooooh] Law knew his boyfriend was going to take them somewhere for Halloween, Eli loved any excuse to take the doctor traveling across the worlds, the planets, every dimension he could think of. He recalled this world though, the one that looked ‘normal’ a modern world.

People were doing something called ‘trick or treating’ Eli had explained the concept, Law didn’t feel like dressing up, he just looked out of place but this time of year he just seemed like he was in a costume. Eli was loving the excuse to be able to be out in his real true form.

“You didn’t wear a costume either” Law pointed out as people came over, complimented Eli on such a creative and scary costume and got out what he recalled Eli called a ‘phone’ to take a photo of the pair.

“I don’t think me being my normal self is the same as you just looking slightly out of place” Eli communicated with him as they started to walk, going house to house for food, it was such a strange concept to the pirate but then again. He was next to an alien and in another reality.

[Modern AU] “I love you” Ray hummed looking at the much taller man, his arms around his waist, cheeks pink as he huffed a strand of grey hair from his face.

Marco chuckled, brushing it back for him, looking down at the younger man who was dressed like little an angel, the wings started the night off white but had some how gone dingy, he looked more like a pigeon then an angel.

The blond man leaned down and kissed Ray’s forehead, he himself a little tipsy as they walked to the couch, sitting down with drinks in hand “I love you too yoi” He couldn’t help the smile on his face, as his lazy expression softened.

He adored this strange, tipsy man who was sitting next to him, trying to navigate his cup to his lips. “Aw do you guys love me?” Came Ace’s voice as he jumped onto the chair between Ray and Marco, both men kissing either side of his freckled cheeks.

“Sure do firefly”

Marco was going to have to deal with two very tipsy young men tonight, he hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with three hang overs.

[Cannon] Halloween was always a big deal on the crew, it was something of a song and dance, no other pirate crew put as much effort into being this extrabut not every crew had a captain like Buggy. He was pacing up and down Canary’s workshop, his hands tugging at his pants, he was impatient, excited, full of an angry as he gripped the fabric a little harder.

The beauty he was waiting on was still working on some final touches in the back room, he heard the footsteps, and his attention was focused on her as she waved him over. “I have spent hours on this, but I have never been prouder… try it on!�� She grinned, letting him in the room.

She went to sit on the chair, watching as her captain vanished into the room, she heard him making pleased sounds, yelling his appreciation and talking gibberish to himself. He soon burst out the small room, walking into the centre of Canary’s workshop, his arms outstretched and with biggest grin she’d ever seen.

The costume was complete, the amount of effort she’d put into it, the hours of work, the details. It was a fancy ringleader outfit, beautiful tailcoat, striped pants, big hat.

“You look very flashy captain” He heard her compliment, falling to his knees in front of her, taking both her hands in his. “I love it”

#halloween #gifts #friens #i love u

[disasterfandoms]

It Will Work Out || A Jim Street x Donovan Rocker Imagine

@madhare0512​ requested: “may I request that you write something about Street feeling terrible after Hondo demoted him back to patrolman at the season 1 finally and Rocker goes to check on him? doesn't have to be shippy, can be platonic.”

A/N: This isn’t the best, but I’m glad I’m finally getting around to it. Hope you like it Mad!

TW: none?

Taglist: @twentydavid​ @twistnet @incorrectswatquotes​ @galaxysanduniversesinmymind

Street swung the door angrily, walking into the locker room, letting the door slam behind him. He didn’t recognize the presence in the room, he was too focused on the anger he felt towards his boss, or former boss. He angrily opens his locker, not caring about the aftermath. He starts taking out his belongings, throwing them into a cardboard box, when he finally felt someone standing behind him.

Turning around, he sees that it’s Rocker, 50-David’s second-in-command. In the beginning, they hadn’t gotten along very well, he saw Donovan as a cocky bastard who thought he knew all. He would laugh it wasn’t inappropriate given the situation. They became closer, though, over the past couple of months, eventually becoming more than friends.

“You okay?” Donovan asked, already knowing the answer. He saw the fire in Jim’s eyes, the hurt that he feels, thinking yet another family was abandoning again. It’s why he wasn’t expecting anything other than the response he received.

“The hell do you think?” Street sneered, turning back to his former locker, continuing to pack up its contents. He tensed when he felt Donovan’s hand on his shoulder, but relaxed when he realized he was safe.

“It’s going to be okay, Street. Just need to earn his trust back and reconcile with Hondo.” Rocker says softly, not bothered that the younger man in front of him didn’t turn around, just nodding in acknowledgement.

“Can I come to yours tonight? Don’t feel like being alone.” Street asked, almost pleadingly. He still didn’t turn around, not wanting to see the pity in his boyfriend’s eyes. It didn’t stop it from happening, though, and Donovan came closer, turning to face Jim and leaned on the locker beside him.

“Yeah baby, always. Don’t gotta ask to see me, y’know.” He reassured him, hoping to see a sense of understanding in Jim’s eyes. All Rocker wanted to do was kiss him, hug his boyfriend and let him be comforted. This wasn’t the place, and Jim decided it wasn’t the time, as all he did was nod, slammed the door to his locker shut, and walked out the door.

Rocker sighed, and went back out to the main building, knowing that when he got home tonight his boyfriend would be on his steps, waiting for him to come home. They’d spend the night together, drinking beer, watching the fight on tonight and trying to cheer Jim up, helping him see the bright side and try to get a plan to get Hondo, and the team, to trust him again.

#jim street x donovan rocker #Jim street #donovan rocker #s.w.a.t. #swat #swat fanfic

[artificialqueens]

Girls in Love, Chapter 1 (Viopearlax) - Grey Darling

A/N: Hello friends! It's been a while lol. Anyway, here's the first chapter of my new Viopearlax fic, in which useless lesbian Pearl must navigate the perilous landscape of polyamorous romance while trying desperately not to lose it altogether. This is mostly just setting the scene - things are gonna get shippy in the next chapter. Special thanks to @dollalpaca for beta-ing this literal centuries ago. Hope you all enjoy!

“I’m getting married.”

Pearl almost choked on her water. “I’m sorry. You’re what?”

When Scarlet had asked Pearl out to dinner that night, Pearl had assumed it was just for a catch up. She hadn’t seen her little sister for ages, so of course she’d jumped at the opportunity when Scarlet had messaged her that morning. All she’d expected was banter, a good laugh at all the stupid shit they used to do when they were kids; the last thing Pearl anticipated was for her baby sister to tell her she was getting married, while Pearl herself was struggling to get someone to go out with her on more than one date. Wasn’t the older sister supposed to find their soulmate first?

But Scarlet was beaming. “I’m getting married!”

“Since when? Jesus, Scarlet, I didn’t even know you were dating anyone.”

“You so do!” Scarlet retorted, pouting. “You literally met her last year.”

“I did? Who the hell was it?” At this point, Pearl had no idea whether to be angry or just confused. “I mean, seriously, Scarlet, you’re what, twenty? Twenty one? You’ve got shitloads of time before you need to make any big decisions like that. This isn’t the kind of thing you can just decide to do on a whim.”

Scarlet stared down at her half-empty plate, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. When she spoke, she was quiet. “I thought you’d be happy for me…”

“I am- I mean- I don’t know.” Pearl slumped back in her chair. “I just… I think you’re a little young, that’s all. Give it a bit longer with this guy, maybe a year or two. If you’re still into him by then, then by all means, tie the knot. But-”

“She isn’t a guy, Pearl. She’s a she.” Clearly upset, she stabbed into a piece of pasta with force. “I thought you knew I liked girls?”

“I do.”

“So why’d you assume she was a guy?”

“I don’t know! I’m not exactly in the greatest headspace right now, Scarlet. Fine, you’re engaged to a girl you barely know-”

“I do know her! And I’m in love with her!”

By now, it felt as though the entire restaurant was staring at them. Pearl shot Scarlet a narrow eyed look. “Can you keep it down?”

“No! I thought you’d be happy for me, but I guess that’s just too fucking much for you. I was gonna ask you to be one of my bridesmaids, but if you’re gonna be such a bitch about it I’ll ask someone else!”

Pearl sighed heavily, squeezing her eyes shut. By the time she opened them again, Scarlet was pushing her chair out from the table, the harsh scraping of wood against wood just making everything feel worse. “Wait, Scarlet-”

“I’m done. Good fucking night.”

Pearl just watched as her little sister stormed out of the restaurant, clearly not intending to pay for their meal judging by the way she breezed past the counter without so much as a glance. Well, this wasn’t how she wanted this meal to end.

Pearl knew she was right. She knew that Scarlet was way too young to be getting married, and she highly doubted Scarlet had known this girl long enough to make a serious commitment. If Pearl couldn’t even guess who this fiance was, it was a bad sign—if something important happened to Scarlet, Pearl was always the first to know about it. Surely if she’d met the girl of her dreams, Pearl would’ve received at least five essay length texts about her by now. But she hadn’t, and that made Pearl incredibly suspicious.

At the same time, she absolutely hated the idea of her little sister being mad at her. From the moment Scarlet was born, she and Pearl were as thick as thieves, and any argument they ever had was always resolved ten minutes later, both of them sobbing and apologising profusely to each other. But somehow, Pearl knew she’d overstepped the line this time, and that it would take a lot longer than ten minutes to win Scarlet’s forgiveness. And frankly, that made her feel sick.

Sighing, Pearl hailed the waiter, deciding that a stiff drink was in order.

***

“She still hasn’t texted you back?”

“Nope.”

“Shit. You must have really pissed her off.”

Pearl groaned, turning around to softly bang her head against the metal surface of Katya’s all American Russian food truck. It was a place Pearl would often go to for wise counsel and sage advice, although often the hardest part was figuring out where Katya had parked the damn thing. Katya herself, who’d been one of Pearl’s best friends since she moved to the city, reached through the window of her truck to pat Pearl on the head.

“There, there.”

Pearl glanced up at her with a glare, not in the mood for half-assed comfort. Katya raised her hands in mock surrender.

“Sorry! What do you want me to say?”

Letting out yet another groan, Pearl turned back around to lean with her back against the truck. “I don’t know. Can you tell me I’m not a massive bitch?”

“Ok. You’re not a massive bitch.”

Somehow, it didn’t sound as comforting as Pearl thought it would. But then again, she’d imagined it coming out of Scarlet’s mouth, not Katya’s. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re just a bit of a sour puss today, aren’t you?” Katya started rearranging the various condiments she had adorning the window of the truck, not having much else to do since the lunch rush had come and gone. “Or are you just having an existential crisis?”

“Probably the last one. I just feel conflicted, Kat.”

“Right.”

“I want to feel happy for her, but I’m also worried about her. Does that make sense?”

“Yep.”

“Good. So I’m not going crazy.”

Katya thought for a moment before responding. “I don’t think anyone would think you’re going crazy. You’re worried about your sister getting married when she’s like, still at college. Why wouldn’t you be?”

“But you should’ve seen her last night. She looked like I murdered her puppy or something.”

“I mean, by the sounds of it you did stomp all over her romantic dreams.”

“Oh, fuck off, I did not.”

Katya chuckled, bringing out that bright, toothy grin of hers. It was usually infectious, but not today. Pearl was inoculated with guilt. “Well, would it make you feel better if you met the person she’s getting hitched to?”

“I mean, I’m trying to convince her to meet up with me again, and I’ve told her she can bring her girlfriend - uh, fiance. But she isn’t replying. I’m literally blowing up her phone and getting fuck all in return.”

“Hmm. It’s a tricky one. Maybe she just needs time to cool off?”

“Maybe. I just don’t want to wait - I want to be friends with her again.”

Katya pursed her lips before reaching her hand out. “Gimme your phone, I wanna see what you said.”

“Katya, I’m not giving you my phone.”

“Come on! I wanna see if you’re being apologetic enough.” When it was clear Pearl wasn’t going to relent, Katya pushed harder. “Trix says I’m really great at being a warm and friendly person, y’know. Maybe I could write you a really good apology.”

Pearl shook her head. “That’s not happening.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’ve fucked up enough as it is. I’m not going to be that disingenuous to let someone else apologise for me. If Scarlet finds out about that, it’ll just make things worse.”

“You’ve got a point. Well, I guess you’re just doomed to wait it out.”

“Fuck…”

Just as the curse left her mouth, Pearl’s phone pinged. Katya’s eyes widened as Pearl scrambled to grab her phone out from the pocket of her jeans. It had to be a reply from Scarlet, it couldn’t be anything else. Somehow, she must have subconsciously known how much Pearl was beating herself up over their disastrous dinner the night before and felt the need to text her and reconcile. That was how the universe worked, right?

Pearl grabbed her phone, Katya leaning out of the window so she could see the screen. Almost nervous, Pearl tapped on the home button, lighting up the screen and revealing the text she was so desperate to see.

SHEA: Can you fill in for my shift tonight? Not feeling too hot. Thanks!!

*** Being the good friend that she was, Pearl did fill in for Shea’s shift that night. No, spending an extra seven hours at the dodgy bar she worked at wasn’t exactly what Pearl wanted to be doing, but at the very least it would take her mind off of Scarlet.

Or at least, she thought it would.

No matter how many cluttered trays of drinks she was made to serve, she kept on replaying her and Scarlet’s argument in her head again and again, the sense of guilt almost too much for her. Every single female customer she served had her wondering - is that the girl my sister’s getting married to? She knew it was a ridiculous thought. Scarlet would rather die than spend a second with the lowlifes that frequented the bar, but that didn’t stop Pearl from worrying about it.

Maybe she should’ve just been a good sister and supported Scarlet’s idea to get married. It wouldn’t have been that hard, right? She didn’t have to go all responsible, killjoy big sister on her and crush her romantic dreams. Scarlet was old enough to make her own mistakes, right? And who even knew whether or not this marriage would be a mistake? Maybe Pearl was just being paranoid?

These were the kind of thoughts that plagued her the entire night. She’d arrived at work at 8pm, all decked out in her skanky waitress uniform, hoping that work would take her mind off of her current crisis. But there she was, three hours later, hiding out in the break room because she just couldn’t calm down about it. Did that make her a bad worker? Yes - her break wasn’t for another hour. But she’d be no good to anyone if she spilled a tray of drinks all over a customer because she was too distracted by the image of Scarlet crying her eyes out to look where she was going.

Scrolling through all the text messages she’d sent to Scarlet, Pearl began to second guess what she thought had been perfectly acceptable apologies.

PEARL: I’m sorry about last night. Can we meet up and talk about it?

PEARL: I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just worried. Sorry again - let me know if you’re free to meet up?

PEARL: I’m sorry, Scarlet. Please text back.

PEARL: I could shout dinner? We could get Indian takeout and talk this over. Like adults.

PEARL: You could bring your girlfriend? I want to meet her.

PEARL: Sorry. I was a bitch last night. Please text me back?

And still no reply. Maybe Pearl would be able to get by on the theory that Scarlet had lost her phone, or was out of credit or something. But she didn’t believe any of that for a second - she knew perfectly well Scarlet was pissed at her and not answering her texts for that very reason. It was silly to try and assume otherwise.

“Pearl? Pearl, where the- Oh my god, could you please go back upstairs?” Pearl looked up as one of the other waitresses poked her head into the break room, her full lips shaped into a defined frown. “We’re dying out there, there’s so many people.”

“Sorry, Aja, I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah, and I’m probably gonna get my assed handed to me by dozens of impatient customers. Get your ass up here already!” With that, Aja was gone, her summons impossible to ignore.

Sighing, Pearl quickly checked her makeup in the mirror, straightened her dress, and stepped back out into the bar.

***

It should be illegal to make people work past two am. Pearl trudged into her tiny, cupboard sized apartment, head pounding from an unpleasant mix of not enough water and not enough sleep. At the very least, her daydreams (nightdreams?) about her bed and a nice, cool glass of water had distracted her from the Scarlet issue. So that was a small blessing.

Pearl flicked the light on as she arrived, wincing as the brightness made her headache even worse. She didn’t hate her apartment - it was tiny and under heated, sure, but there was space for a bed, a little kitchenette, a small bathroom off to the side, and her favourite bean bag chair. Plus, it had an amazing view of the city, something Pearl wasn’t planning on complaining about. Her artistic sensibilities had told her that if she didn’t get that view, she’d never forgive herself. She had to constantly remind herself about how great the view was when she was freezing her ass off in winter and would kill for a well heated apartment.

Making a beeline for the kitchenette, Pearl turned on the tap and poured herself a glass of water. It felt like magic as the water passed through her lips; the sticky, dry feeling in her throat vanishing in an instant. It even made her head feel a little better, although the brightness of the light cancelled out any progress on remedying it completely. You win some, you lose some, Pearl supposed.

After a second glass of water, Pearl didn’t even bother getting out of her uniform before collapsing into bed, dragging the duvet covers up to her chin and snuggling down into comfort. She was more than ready to drift off when she realised that she still needed to plug her phone in to charge. So, without making any effort to get out of bed, Pearl reached for her bag and pulled it towards her, digging her phone out from amongst the other items that cluttered it - wallet, pack of tissues, a worrying amount of receipts from Katya’s food truck. It was as she stuck the charger into her phone that the screen lit up, revealing a notification that made Pearl’s heart skip a beat.

It was a text from Scarlet.

Thoroughly jolted awake, Pearl scrambled to sit up and open the text, her thumbs impatiently tapping the screen as she waited for it to open. She bit her lip once it did, her wide eyes reading the text with more concentration than she’d ever read anything before.

SCARLET: Starbucks at 12. I’m bringing Yvie.

#rpdr fanfiction #pearl liaison #scarlet envy #katya zamolodchikova #shea coulee #aja #scyvie #lesbian au #poly #viopearlax #s7 #girls in love #grey darling

[logical-little-lies]

Staying Quiet, Going Little- Agere!AU (part 39)

A/N: Little Remus.

that's all you need to know.

also though, I was thinking I could start doing more shippy/romantic stuff when the sides aren't regressed? like since the beginning of this, logicality and prinxiety have been a part of this story but I don't really talk about their relationships outside of regression?? so lmk how you feel about that.

--

The next morning, after the whole situation with Little Patton throwing a fit, the other four sides came over. Virgil and Roman invited the two dark sides to come over for the day just as they were getting ready to leave.

Roman ended up sleeping in Virgil's old room with him, while Janus and Remus eventually went back down to their own rooms before falling asleep. They entered the house the next morning, absolute silence filling the house. Logan was usually awake by now, either making breakfast for little Patton, or big Patton making breakfast for him.

But, neither of them were in the commons or the kitchen. "What if they dieddd?" Remus joked, in his usual intrusive manner.

"They didn't die, you disturbing rat. They're probably in one of their rooms," Roman rolled his eyes, shoving his brother to the side uselessly and going towards the entrance of the hallway.

"Roman, there was no reason to insult or push your brother." Virgil spoke, giving him a look. It almost felt the same as when he scolded him while little. Roman rolled his eyes.

"You have no authority over me when I'm not mentally seven. I can do whatever I want," he entered the hallway and left before Virgil could say anything else. Virgil rolled his eyes, following Janus as he lead the other two to the hallway as well. You could hear Roman's audible 'awe' as he stood at Logan's bedroom doorway.

Looking in, you could see Patton sitting upright, with his back against the headboard next to Logan. Logan had his arm loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Patton wore a pale blue onesie, and he held his rattle. He had a pacifier sitting in his mouth, and he looked very peaceful. Logan was giving Patton his usual endearing and caring look, and the whole sight was precious.

"What color is that, baby? Are you big enough to say it?" Logan urged, pointing to part of the page in the book Patton held in his lap. Patton looked at it, trying his hardest to pronounce the word.

"Ello!" he squeaked.

"Good job, baby! You're so smart," Logan kissed his forehead softly, before preparing to continue on. Patton excitedly shook his rattle, giggling. "Does that make you happy, little one?" Logan gave a soft chuckle. Patton had reacted well to the praise, excited and happy that his Papa was proud of him.

Patton gave a quick nod, and Logan smiled at him again. "Papa, Papa!" when Patton spoke outloud, his statements always sounded closer to babbles then whatever he was actually trying to say, but Logan understood this one because of Patton pointing towards the door.

"Oh, hey." Logan spoke softly, obviously just a bit embarrassed that all the others had seen that. It's not like they didn't know that he constantly gave Patton a lot of affection, but it was still weird because he had thought no one was watching him.

"Hey, Logan. We ended up staying the night at the tower, and we invited Jan and Remus over for the day, so we just wanted to let you guys know." Virgil gave a soft smile to Patton, who leaned into Logan's side more. He seemed a bit shyer, but not to much.

"Alright, I'll bring Patton out there in a bit. I'll probably make dinner tonight, because our designated cook happens to be a baby right now," Logan explained, patting Patton's head softly.

Before the other four left the bedroom door, Janus gave a little soft wave to Patton, who tried to wave back but ended up shaking his rattle instead. Janus chuckled, going into the kitchen with Virgil, while the twins occupied the commons.

Roman tapped away on his phone for a bit, while Remus kinda sat, sulking a bit. He almost looked disappointed, or maybe anxious? Roman couldn't quite tell, but whatever it was, his brother definitely wasn't happy. "Hey, what's up? Are you okay?"

Remus seemed to snap out of a trance, his eyes priorly focusing on a white sippy cup that was left on the table. He seemed to not even realize what he had been looking at, lost in thought. "Oh, what did you say?" he asked Roman to repeat himself. Roman went to do so, but Remus seemed to process what he had said and replied.

"Oh! Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" Remus asked, feigning a confused look. Pretending his far-off glance and distressed look gave Roman nothing to worry about.

"You just seemed...I don't know, like anxious about something? You're always talking and saying what's on your mind, but you just went quiet and seemed stressed out." Roman explained softly, looking at him in a still-concerned way. Remus seemed to have been tense, he tried his best to relax, and let himself lean back into the couch cushions.

"I'm okay, Ro. Promise," It was a painfully bad lie, and Remus cringed at his own words.

"Talk to me, Re." Roman was being serious, coming closer to him so that he didn't have to talk to loud. No one else would have to hear him.

Remus sighed, looking up at him. His eyes had been casted downwards priorly. "I just don't wanna have to be quiet all day. Patton is little, and I'm not supposed to say anything weird around the littles but I don't think you guys understand how hard that is-" his talking speed up, and his voice seemed panicky. Not quite comparable to Virgil when he had panic attacks, but comparable to Roman's rushed and teary-eyed apologies when he felt guilty while little. He took a deep breath, and Roman spoke before he got the chance to continue his rambling.

"Hey, calm down. You're okay, I promise," Roman instructed. Remus paused, nodding and taking a few slow, calming breaths. "Now, I know that it's hard to filter your thoughts out so that whatever you say is acceptable around littles, but no one is gonna get mad at you if you do mess up, okay?" Roman tried to be reassuring. The only times he really had to comfort someone was when Virgil was either having a panic attack (which resulted in regression most of the time), or when Virgil was little and upset. So he tried his best not to speak like he would to a toddler, but that's all he knows.

"Last time I just gave up and stayed quiet until we left. That's what I do every time, I ask you to go somewhere else with me, or I stay silent the whole time. I don't like being quiet." He whined at the end of his statement, seemingly working himself up over something that hadn't even happened yet.

One thing Roman knew, something him and Remus shared, they didn't like being quiet. Unless they were doing something where they were voluntarily quiet, not speaking their mind was something that was hard for them. They were both creativity, they constantly had thoughts and ideas running through their heads, and their purpose is to share them.

"How about we go somewhere else? We can always go make a new building or something somewhere in the imagination. You can be as loud as you want, and you don't have to worry about anything." Roman offered, Remus shaking his head.

"Is okay." he mumbled, startled when Logan and Patton entered the commons. He whimpered a bit, sinking into the couch behind him. Roman definitely seemed suspicious of this, not in a judgmental way, but in a curious way.

"Hello, Roman and Remus." Logan greeted, sitting down next to Patton's play mat. Patton clumsily sat on it, setting his rattle down. He still had his pacifier in his mouth, and he still looked very, very small. The only difference between Patton's voluntary regressions (When Logan babied him, or when Patton triggers the headspace himself), and his involuntary ones (When he gets to stressed, or suddenly falls into the headspace), is that he can pull himself out of the voluntary ones at any point. He woke up little the day prior, and voluntarily regressed again because Logan was still in caregiver mode.

Roman greeted him back, while Remus gave a soft wave rather then a verbal reply. "Remus, are you okay?" Roman asked again. Remus shrugged a bit, starting to twirl his white piece of hair between his fingers. "That's not a real answer, Re."

"I'm fine, Ro." Remus replied in a slightly high-pitched voice. He was acting like the other sides did when they were close to regressing. That in-between state of slight shyness, not knowing whether they should let themselves regress or not, all while just wanting someone to hand them little gear and give them cuddles.

Remus, personally, felt really, really off. His head felt fuzzy, like he couldn't think straight. Every thought he had was childlike and weird. Where was the gross thoughts about murder and death?

"Remus, are you alright?" Logan hadn't been paying attention to their conversation, playing with Patton. He had glanced up, and he saw the boy closing in on himself, almost hugging himself.

Remus didn't reply, looking at Patton. He didn't wanna be quiet, but he did care about Patton. And he knew saying weird things would upset him, even if Patton didn't fully understand what he was talking about. "Hey, Remus. Are you verbal currently?" Logan asked, Patton now looking concerned. He seemed to be thinking, mentally backing himself out of his baby mindset.

Remus looked confused, looking down at his lap with a childish innocence. At some point within the last few moments, Virgil and Janus exited the kitchen and stood in the doorway, watching the situation from where Remus couldn't see them.

Remus replied after a moment, "I can talk." His voice was pretty level, but it seemed like he was forcing it a bit. Like he was forcing himself to talk in a "big voice".

"Okay, are you regressing?" Logan asked blatantly, waiting for a response. Remus curled in on himself again, bringing his thumb to his lip without responding at first.

"Think so..." he mumbled eventually, to were only Roman could hear him clearly.

"I'm gonna go get changed," Patton said suddenly, standing up and going to leave.

"Wait, you're big now?" Logan asked. Patton nodded before replying.

"Take care of Remus, I'll be back."

It was shocking how quick Patton could back himself out of his headspace in favor of helping Remus. Of course, he had been voluntarily regressed, but even then, he usually never forces himself out of headspace for anything. But right now, Logan didn't comment on it in favor of making sure Remus was all right.

"How old do you feel, bubba?" Roman questioned, Janus and Virgil now standing behind the couch. They gave each other a glance. Janus had mentioned the possibility of Remus, along with the other unknown dark sides, being regressors. And now, it was happening.

"Five?" he seemed questioning of his own statement, and just overwhelmed in general.

"That's okay, how about we get you dressed in something more kidlike? You can take anything from my closet," Roman offered, moving to stand up and reaching his hand out to help his, now little, brother up. Remus nodded in agreement, taking his hand and standing up.

"Hey, buddy. Are you hungry?" Logan asked before they left. Remus thought for a moment before nodding a bit. He was surprisingly quiet. Whenever anyone considered the possibility of Remus regressing, they pictured a hyper and fairly-bratty kiddospace little who doesn't like rules. Not an obedient, quiet, and somewhat shy five year old.

"Let Roman help you get dressed, and I'll have a snack ready for you when you get back, alright bubba?" Logan spoke softly, to the boy, who nodded a bit while chewing on his thumb. Roman softly guided him into the hallway, and the rest of the sides could hear Roman's door shut behind him. Within a few seconds, Patton came out of the hallway, dressed in his normal attire.

"So Remus is a regressor. Only slightly surprising," Logan commented.

"That makes all of us...kinda," Virgil replied, pausing and rethinking his statement halfway through.

"I mean, we don't know about the neutral sides. And the unknowns too, who knows for sure." Janus pointed out.

"We should start talking to the neutral sides, why don't we?" Patton looked to Logan, as if he'd know.

"The same reason we didn't talk to Janus or Remus, we don't know them and there's a risk that we wont get along." Logan reasoned, the other three nodding.

"Well," Logan spoke again after a few moments of silence, "I'm gonna go make the little duke a snack."

Patton nodded, giving Logan a small smile. Logan returned it before turning and disappearing into the kitchen.

"He's...quiet. You think that he's gonna stay like that, or is he just shy because this is his first time regressing?" Janus asked, looking at Patton, who shrugged.

"I don't know. I hope he's not as bratty as Roman." Virgil joked.

They kept talking for a bit until Roman stood in the entrance of the hallway, Remus hiding behind the wall where they couldn't see him. "And I present, the lovely, adorable, and kiddish..... Baby Remus!" he dramatically said, Remus giggling and coming out from behind the wall.

Patton started clapping playfully, which Virgil and Janus joined in on, causing Remus to smile and blush a bit. He was wearing a white shirt, with dark green overalls. His hair was messy, and the white streak fell over his eyes a bit with the rest of his bangs. Roman had helped his take of his makeup, and somehow, his mustache looked cute and fit perfectly with the kidish aesthetic his outfit pulled together.

"Awe, look at you! You're cute, aren't you?" Janus said. Remus nodded.

"Just cute, no scary." he confirmed.

"No scary?" Virgil repeated teasingly. Remus nodded.

"No scary." he repeated again in confirmation. Virgil seemed to hold an identical smile to Janus's endearing one, but neither got to respond because Remus was distracted by Logan bringing in a plate with snacks for him.

"Okay, you have to eat all the grapes before you can have the cookie, alright bud?" Logan asked, sitting the kiddy plate on the coffee table, Remus immediately sitting in front of the couch on the floor so that he could easily reach it.

"Okay, thank yous." he mumbled, before immediately shoving multiple grapes into his mouth.

"Make sure to chew your food, okay bubba?" Roman sat behind him, hoping he'd take his words into account. Remus nodded a bit.

Virgil took the remote and opened Disney+, looking for something Remus was sure to love. He pointed at the screen randomly while Virgil was scrolling through the movies. Virgil paused, and Remus shook his head. Virgil went back one, landing on "Lilo and Stitch". Remus looked behind him with a pleading pout.

"Okay, okay, no need to pout. I'll play it!" he laughed, and Remus looked back towards the screen as Virgil played it.

They'd talk about this later, work out what Remus's headspace range was, who'd care for him when he regressed. But all of that was for later. For now, they were going to watch a simple childrens movie and hopefully get to know Little Remus.

Now that the six of them were all confirmed regressors, you'd think that that'd be the end of the story. But there was definitely more to come.

Thing would change for them real soon, a lot more then they could ever predict.

-- A/N: Spooky foreshadowing ending in an agere story? Yeah.  this is my first time ever writing little!remus and idk how I did? lmk please?? I hope y’all liked it, sorry this took forever million years to do. But now that I finally got here, I hope I can start writing quicker and moving the story along at a faster pace, y’know? Please send me asks about this chapter, if you want! I appreciate feedback sm!

#sanderssidesagere #ts agere #sanders sides agere #sanderssides agere #sanders sides littlespace #cglogan #cg!logan #cg logan #lilpatton #littlepatton #little!patton #little patton #patton agere #cgroman #cg!roman #cg roman #lilremus #littleremus #little!remus #remus agere #logicality agere #creativitwins agere

[bgnmagic]

Frozen Dreams - Merlin Fanfic

Summary: MODERN AU

Arthur, Merlin, and the boys (the knights) rent a cottage by the sea during winter to take a break for a bit. The only problem is when Merlin discovers the heat in his room is broken and he nearly freezes to death on the first night. Arthur comes to the rescue and helps him warm up.

Notes:

All I wanted to do was whump my boi Merlin. Hence this odd premise of renting a cottage by the sea with malfunctioning heating, in winter no less. Places can be fun to visit in winter too! lol I also wanted more bromance, they are so soft with each other I just can't help it. Pretend it's shippy if you want but I'm all for them being nice and sweet cause they are besties.

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A heavy thump roused Arthur from sleep. Unsure if what he’d heard was merely part of his dream, he waited. Turning over to face the door Arthur shivered despite being covered in a down comforter. This place felt abnormally frigid; hopefully the rest of their trip would still be fun. After a few minutes Arthur didn’t hear anything else and decided to go back to sleep. It was far too cold to go outside in the hallway to investigate anyway.

Burrowing down into the bedding Arthur let his eyes slip closed. Then, he heard it again; there was something or someone in the hallway. Who in their right mind would be out in the middle of the night trying to break into their rental cottage? Everyone had drunk enough at dinner to be passed out right now. Easing out from under the covers Arthur bit back a hiss at the cold floor. Even wearing socks didn’t help dampen the sensation.

Sneaking over to the door he listened, but it was silent save for an odd chattering noise. Great, did they have a mouse problem to deal with as well? Unfortunately, nothing prepared Arthur for what he saw when he slowly pulled the bedroom door open.  

“Merlin?!” he half whispered in shock. His friend was sitting partially crumpled on the floor, hugging himself and shaking. Upon hearing his name Merlin lifted his head and looked about ready to cry. It was too dim in the hallway to really see clearly but it seemed as though Merlin was wearing his coat over his pajamas. “What’s happened? Are you hurt?” Arthur tried again. Merlin shook his head and attempted to shrug, although it looked more like an invisible force was shaking him violently.

Springing into action Arthur grabbed Merlin by his arms and hauled him upright. The younger man barely held his own weight as Arthur dragged him into his room and set Merlin down on the edge of the bed. Reaching out Arthur nearly knocked over the bedside lamp fumbling with the switch. When a soft yellow light set the room aglow, Arthur felt his insides twist. Merlin looked terrible.

His friend was pale and his lips almost looked blue. Panicking for a moment that Merlin had gone outside Arthur began checking for injuries. Maybe he’d been sleepwalking? However, they’d been friends for years and Merlin had never admitted to such behavior.  Finding nothing out of place after a cursory check Arthur decided to address the most pressing matter, Merlin was freezing.

“Come on let’s get you warmed up okay?” Taking stock of what Merlin was wearing revealed a thin pair of cotton pants and a button down flannel shirt. All of this had been topped off with Merlin’s ridiculously large puffy down coat. “Um, can we switch out the coat for something less bulky?” Arthur asked as he held Merlin by the shoulders. The lack of response was beginning to concern Arthur. It was almost as if Merlin had checked out mentally.

Too focused on Merlin’s well-being Arthur flinched when the door suddenly creaked and opened. Lancelot poked his head in looking a little worse for wear, “Wha’s going on?”

“Merlin’s not well, you can help actually,” Arthur replied reaching out and dragging Lancelot into the space. “I found him in the hallway a few minutes ago and he’s nearly frozen.  What’s the best way to help him warm up?”

Lancelot sobered immediately once he laid eyes on Merlin’s still shaking form; he took his job as a nurse seriously even when he wasn’t at work. “Do you have a spare jumper? Extra layers will help considerably. Then we can get him back to bed with some more blankets.”

“No, no, no, m’n-not going b-back in that ice b-box,” Merlin exclaimed, shaking his head vehemently.

Relieved that Merlin was at least communicating with them now, Arthur was still confused. “What are you going on about?”

“My r-room, is fre-freezing, c-can’t sleep.”

“I’ll go check, you help him change okay,” Lancelot offered before he disappeared through the door.

“P-please don’t kick me o-out,” Merlin begged.

“Idiot, I’m not going to kick you out. My bed is big enough, we can share.” Merlin slumped in relief and nearly fell off the bed in the process. Scrambling to catch him Arthur sat down and put an arm around Merlin’s shoulders. “Get that lumpy coat off and I’ll give you a nice cozy jumper instead.”

Merlin nodded and shrugged out of his coat. Arthur was already in motion, peeling off his own jumper; it was warm and just what Merlin needed.

‘C-can’t take this, it—it’s yours,” Merlin protested weakly.

“Shut up and put it on, I’ve got more.”

Merlin didn’t argue as he took the garment and quickly tugged it over his head. The small smile that graced Merlin’s trembling lips was enough to spur Arthur onto his next plan.

“Get under the covers, no need to be sitting here when you could be getting even warmer.” Guiding Merlin backward Arthur pulled the covers aside and watched as his friend burrowed into the bedding.

“R’thur, this is s-so warm,” Merlin mumbled quietly.

“I know, I’ll grab another blanket, just stay there,” Arthur was happy he’d thought to tuck Merlin into his side of the bed. It was already warm from earlier. Lancelot came back when Arthur was unfurling the last extra blanket he could find over Merlin. The look on Lancelot’s face was worrying. “What’s wrong?” Arthur asked.

“The heat stopped working in that room, plus I found a draft. A whole chunk of one of the window frames is missing. The curtain was hiding it!” Lancelot hissed. “No wonder Merlin was freezing, that room really is an ice box.”

“Shit, he could have frozen --, “Arthur trailed off, he didn’t want to think about the worst case scenario if Merlin hadn’t woken up in time.

“Keep an eye on him tonight and make sure he warms up, if anything changes come get me,” Lancelot instructed.    

“Should we be worried about Merlin getting sick or anything?” Arthur asked.  

“Merls, how ya feeling bud, any better?” Lancelot asked of the lump on the bed, by way of an answer.

“M’warmmmm,” was the garbled response.

“Tell us if you need anything okay?”

“Mhmmm, m’good now, m’warm.”

“I think you found him in time, we can talk more in the morning. One thing is certain no one is sleeping in that room. It’s not habitable in this weather,” said Lancelot.

“Oh, I’ll be calling about that in the morning, this is unacceptable,” Arthur huffed.

Lancelot nodded and went back to his room. It appeared they’d not woken anyone else up, that was a blessing. Arthur knew Merlin hated to be the center of attention. Turning back to his friend all Arthur could see what a tuft of black hair sticking out. Merlin had made himself a cocoon with the blankets, guess he was feeling better.

Quickly grabbing another jumper Arthur wasted no time in crawling back into bed and turning off the light. No sooner had the room plunged into darkness did Arthur feel something cold touch his hand under the covers. “God Merlin your fingers are still ice,” he hissed. Taking Merlin’s hand in his own he held it tight. Merlin didn’t say anything but Arthur felt him squeeze back once or twice.

After a few minutes Arthur deemed his job complete and let go only to have the other hand thrust his way. Smiling Arthur took hold and warmed it up as well. “I’m not holding your feet, so don’t get any ideas,” he teased. Merlin snorted softly but kept quiet.

When Merlin’s hand wasn’t ice cold anymore Arthur assumed they’d both go back to sleep, but the younger man kept fidgeting next to him. Something was still on his mind. “Are you warmed up yet?” Arthur checked.

“Mostly, but can I um, can we um, sleep back to back?”

“I’m onto you Merlin, you’re trying to leach more of my body heat off me,” Arthur complained halfheartedly as he turned around in the bed to do as Merlin asked. The minute Merlin’s lithe frame leaned into him Arthur heard a content sigh. When two cold feet started to tangle with his own legs Arthur flinched but stayed put. “How are you this cold?!”

“Dunno, but this feels really nice.”

“Think you can sleep now?”

“Yeah, thanks for helping, I was so cold I didn’t know what to do,” Merlin admitted.

“Don’t worry about it, you know you can always come to me for help, you’re my best friend Merlin.”

“I know, I didn’t want to bother you though, I --,” Merlin paused to yawn loudly before he went quiet.

“You what?” Arthur asked, “Did you fall asleep over there?”

“Hmmm, ur’warm.”

Chuckling Arthur shook his head and gave up trying to continue the conversation, Merlin was clearly very tired. “Go to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning.” A faint hummed acknowledgement was all Arthur received followed by the sound of Merlin’s breathing evening out. Thanking god he’d found Merlin in time, Arthur pushed back a little more and wrapped the blanket tightly around his shoulders. The extra warmth from Merlin helped lull Arthur back to sleep.

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Something heavy on his chest prevented Merlin from taking a full breath. Struggling to move he soon realized the great weight he was feeling was Arthur. The man was tucked neatly under Merlin’s chin with most of his upper body pinning him in place. Their legs were tangled together and if Merlin were being honest, he’d have to say this was the best way to wake up, warm.

Wondering if Arthur would agree with this sentiment he stopped moving and enjoyed the feeling. Last night had been terrible; this little moment of bliss was well deserved. The room he’d picked seemed fine during the day but once the sun had gone down it got down right unbearable.  Stupid cottage by the sea, this was supposed to be a fun getaway with his friends, not a death wish.

A soft knock on the door roused Merlin from his thoughts. Answering back he waited to see who would appear. Lancelot came into a view a second later and smiled when he saw them. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“So much better, I don’t ever want to go through that again, I’ve never been so cold in my life.”

“Do you need some help moving him?” Lancelot laughed pointing at Arthur.

“Noooo, he’s my human blanket at the moment, if you take him away I’ll get cold again,” Merlin whined.

“He’s not gonna stay that way forever, I think he was really wanting to explore the cliffs down by the beach later today.”

“All well and good Lance, but I’m not waking him up.”

Lancelot laughed and shook his head, “you’ve been warned. I’m going to go see about getting some breakfast started, I’m hoping Leon will get up soon and come help. Gwaine, Elyan, and Percival probably won’t be getting up anytime soon after all the shots they had last night.”

“That’s what they get for playing a drinking game!” Merlin huffed. “They’ll be in bed till noon most likely.”

“Hey don’t pick on them too much, it’s nearly eleven and you’re still in bed.”

“Is it really that late? Wow, I guess I was more exhausted than I realized.”

Arthur suddenly groaned and lightly pinched Merlin in the side, “Shut up, m’tryin to sleep. Lance, go away you’re makin’ my pillow move!”

Merlin rolled his eyes for good measure even though Arthur couldn’t see. After sharing a look with Lancelot he kindly waved him off and settled back into the pillows. “Can I sleep in here for the rest of the trip? I’m worried it’ll be cold downstairs if I try and sleep on the sofa.”

“Merlin, what did I just say? Shhhhhhh, and where else would you sleep, idiot, it’s ten times warmer when we share anyway.”

“Prat,” Merlin mumbled softly already drifting off again.

“Clotpole,” replied back Arthur fondly.

Merlin was far too gone to argue that ‘clotpole’ was his word. That conversation would have to wait until breakfast, or lunch for that matter. He was warm and relaxed. Maybe this little vacation wouldn’t be so bad after all. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33627802

#merlin #fanfic #bromance

[transbibennyweir]

I love mbav so much it’s one of my favorite shows ever and I’m still so upset over the cliffhanger ending but on a side note Benny weir was definitely my number one favorite character but that might be due to the fact that I have a crush on him and in real life too anyway though I will say bethan is definitely my otp favorite pairing from the show as well and I was so upset they didn’t end together in the end but I was wondering if you would consider making Bethan fanfiction for this month?

duuude i feel the same way i love the show and even me who isn’t really into shipping can’t argue that those two had some real chemistry going on. that cliffhanger ending will always suck but at least we got fanfic to cope and pretend it didnt happen lol but yeah i’ve been writing two or three (really) short fics. the requests are mostly bethan so lucky you! i just put a new i did under the cut. its short and smiple and not too over the top shippy. its still good i think but the next bethan fic i want write to be super over the top shippy for fun with fluff (and angst with comfort ofc) (also this is on ao3)

The Valentine Dance at school was only a week away and Benny had the less than amazing plan to confess some long time dwelling feelings, and if he was lucky score a date to the dance. Although, he was lacking in any confidence seeing as he was never the best with plans and had the worst luck with... Well with everything if he was honest. Ethan was more the plan guy. Which was a total problem when Ethan is who the confession was for. Benny debated for half the school day if he should ask anyone for help, it became pretty obvious that they wouldn’t be that helpful. Rory can’t keep a secret to save his undead life, Erica isn’t much of the romantic type (ignoring that she wouldn’t want help at all in the first place), and Sarah... Actually Sarah might be the only one that would be any real help. That’s if she wanted to help. After what happened Freshman year with Ethan pinning for her and the eventual coming out from Sarah that she didn’t like guys it was sometimes amazing they could still be friends without one of them dying of awkwardness. If anything it was more awkward to ask for help from your current crush’s ex-crush, but Benny was out of options.

“Hey Sarah!” Benny greeted on his phone, his leg bouncing as he sat nervously on his bed. He had decided that he would try talk to her after school, partly hoping he would talk himself out of doing any of this. “I kinda need your help for something important. How quick do you think you could be at my place tonight? Sarah? Sarah!”

When there wasn’t a reply Benny repeated her name wondering what happened followed with a moment of silence and a sudden swiping sound of gusting wind through his phone then a whoosh out in front of his bedroom window. Vampire speed, always handy. “This quick enough for you?” Sarah giggled. Between last year to now Sarah was a lot more playful about her vampire-ness, much to the amusement of Benny.

“Knew I could count on you, Sar!” He grinned at her.

“As always. So, what’s this super important thing you needed my help in the middle of a school night?” She asked, jumping onto his bed with a weightless thump. “Is it a magic problem or just your special brand of weirdness for tonight?”

“Ha! Very funny. I mean it. It’s serious. There’s the dance coming up and I need your help scoring with-” Benny was cut off by Sarah abruptly standing up with a squeaked out “What!”

“Benny! I thought you said this was serious. I rushed over here for you thinking ugh-I can’t believe you! I am not helping you with ‘score’ with some random-”

“It’s Ethan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah....”

“Benny, I am really sorry.”

There was an awkward silence that made Benny want rip his insides out which was a total confidence booster. “Nah, no, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have been so ‘Benny’ about it. My fault.” Benny’s voice sounded worn and hoarse. Sarah wrapped her arms around Benny to comfort him, sitting back on his bed they stayed quite, Benny taking steading breathes. “I know it’s been a summer since he got over you, but I dunno we’ve always been friends and really close. Confident Benny wants say there’s a chance he’s into me, but Nervous Benny says everything I think has been a sign is just me getting way too hopeful and I’m just,” Benny sighed leaning into Sarah’s hug. “Really tired dancing around how I feel all the time.”

“Awe, Benny,” Sarah settled into her place on the bed facing her favorite spell-caster. “Okay. I’ll help you. What’s the plan?” Benny sheepishly smiled and raised his shoulders.

“I was kinda hoping you could come up with something. I’m more of a plan follower than a plan maker. My ideas tend to lead to the actual problem that needs fixing.” He laughed nervously.

“I think I can come up with something. You still know that flower spell, right?” They grinned at each other.

“Of course.”

+++

The school dance was now only four days away and Sarah’s plan was simple and more importantly fool-proof. Which is what Benny was counting on.

“So, all you need to do is talk to him. Take him to the park. Whoa him with some magic, some flowers and then boom! Ask him to the dance. Simple and sups romantic.” Sarah said as they walked outside to see Ethan and their friends waiting for them in the school parking lot. “Think you can manage?”

Benny waved at them nervously. “I’m totally going mess this up.”

“Ben, it’s literally the most straightforward plan on the planet. There’s no way for you to mess it up. Just be your usual funny and charming self, it’s what he loves most about you.” Sarah smiled reassuring. Reaching their friends Benny tried not act anymore strange than his typical self, which was hard when Benny’s go to was being strange. It came with the magic powers and general teenage boy awkwardness. Erica was pushing Rory back onto the ground as he tried to float above her head saying there was something in her hair, there wasn’t, really he just wanted steal her hair pin that he was obsessed with.

“Come on, Erica!” Rory teased picking at the clip.

“Rory, if you don’t stop I’m going drive a stake through your un-dead heart!” She threatened as Ethan laughed before turning his attention to Benny and Sarah.

“Hey, Sarah, Ben.” He smiled sweetly, his eyes glancing at Benny with a sheepish blush. Although the boy in question was too busy freaking out internally to notice. “We still on for movie night?”

“Oh right!” Sarah said suddenly with a false quickness. “I totally forgot that’s tonight. Me and the vamps have some Vampire Council business and such. Y’know, vampires only. Heh.” She lied poorly but Ethan was just a little too slow to catch on.

“We do?” The two other vampires said holding off on their mini fight over a hair clip, Erica holding onto both Rory’s wrists in opposing directions. Erica watched the panic in Sarah and Benny’s eyes that said all she needed to know; ‘please just pay along’ written all over their faces. “Oooh. Yes-yeah. We do. Totally. No humans allowed or they will eat your face off. We’re doing a... vampire... ritual.... Yeah.”

“We do that? Awesome!” Rory said suddenly excited if not a little confused. “Why didn’t they tell me anything? Do you guys have their number or something because if so I feel it’s unfair that I don’t-”

“Rory, not right now.” Erica pulled her hair clip out of Rory’s hand, annoyed. “We should get going. Don’t want be late for the... ritual. Right, Sarah?”

“Right! Yeah, we really need get going. Super speed can only be so quick. Let’s go.” Sarah chuckled, pushing two of her friends away from Ethan and Benny. “We’ll see you later!” The three vamps speeded off, the other two waving them bye. The school parking lot was empty by then, Ethan’s full attention placed fully on Benny who felt the crushing weight of his friend’s eyes on him as he always did when they were alone. It was easy to play off any pining feelings when they hung out, their friendship had always been enough for Benny. Even when he had see Ethan longing after a different person, it was hard sometimes, but Benny could always push down any budding jealously or unsettling sadness. Ethan would always be his friend and now if he was lucky he could put boy in front of friend. The thought making his cheeks warm and his heart fast.

“Soo, movie night?” Ethan asked, they started their walk home only instead Benny had planned to take a subtle left turn towards the park the spell for appearing flowers repeating in his head.

“Actually I was thinking we could, uh, go for a walk... to the park?” Benny flinched with the odd expectation that his friend would suddenly reject him right there and then. “I have something I want show you, I dunno. Is that dumb? I feel dumb.”

“Benny. It’s cool. Come on, I kinda wanted tell you something anyways.” Ethan replied with a smile, his hand close to gracing against the taller boy’s. The near touch drawing them closer to each other, they’ve always gravitated towards one another with a strange pull that was always between them. Benny wondered if Ethan ever felt it, if he could ever see how Benny looked at him with such love and care. Maybe his seer powers let him see it more clearly than Benny felt it, lucky him Ethan still didn’t fully know how mind read yet.

The start of their walk was mostly silent, the longer the quite went for the more Benny’s internal freak out grew into full blown panic. He was seriously reconsidering saying anything at this point. Half way to the park and they hadn’t said a single word to each other, a first for their friendship. Ethan was biting his lower lip clearly lost in deep thought, Benny was too nervous to speak and break into whatever was going through the shorter boy’s head.

“Ben... Benny, heh, uh, I’ve been wanting to say this for awhile and I didn’t know how and I know you’re you know... You.” Ethan started. None of his words were comforting to Benny right now. “Wait-wait. That came out weird. I just wanted say when we came out to each other last summer. I know I acted really weird afterwards and it was totally uncool of me and I know I should’ve said sorry forever ago, but I’m real sorry, Ben. It was lame of me and I only acted like that because there some feelings I didn’t think I was ready to think about and now it’s like my brain is stuck thinking them but I don’t want things weird so, uh, am I making any sense?”

Benny didn’t know if he should laugh or cry, he went with the former and abruptly began to giggle in a almost soft of manic way. The sudden out bust of laugher worried Ethan. “Why are you laughing? Benny, I’m being serious. Come on, dude.”

“Sorry, dude. It’s just, you really scared me there for a second, E. I know it was a weird shift it’s totally fine. I was never mad.” Benny said, his laughter subsiding. Although he took note of the last bit, he didn’t want feel like he was reading too much into it but it couldn’t nothing, right?

They reached the park a few yards off where there was a bench was waiting for them. The lump in Benny’s throat was starting appear and it was getting too late for him to choke and bail on this whole thing. “Let’s go sit on the bench. It’s my turn to ramble and make barely any sense.”

“So nothing new.” Ethan teased. Ben wrapped his arm around Ethan’s neck and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Just sit down, okay?” Benny sat down with a nervous smile and his leg bouncing with a quick uneasy pace. “On the topic of us not being the straightest lightsabers in the bunch. Heh. There’s the dance coming up and I didn’t want go alone and there’s this person I wanted ask-”

“Really?” Ethan butted in with a sad look making something clink in Benny’s head. “That’s... great. What’s he like?”

“Oh you know, he’s really cool and mega smart and like, the biggest dork in the whole world.” Benny was grinning now, biting his lower lip to fight back his nervous joy. Maybe it was petty but if he was understanding right then making Ethan jealous for two minutes would make up for last year’s Sarah obsession.

“Oh. Uh. He sounds really cool. I’m glad you like him so much. So, what’s the plan to ask him out?” Ethan asked, his mood becoming more downcast suddenly. E, you pretty idiot. Well, just a bit of teasing fun wouldn’t hurt.

“Mhm. Yeah, he’s really great. I was thinking of asking him after school, y’know, surprise him with some flowers use a little magic to make sure their his favorite. Like this,” Benny made a quick glance to make sure no one was looking before making a bouquet of flowers appear. It had been the first simple trick that Benny had ever show Ethan. It started as a cheesy way to impress girls now it was becoming a cheesy way to impress his Ethan. The flowers matched the color scheme of Ethan’s favorite Star Wars character, right down to matching the center one with the character’s lightsaber.

Ethan stared at the flowers with a shy sadness. “Oh? Then what? Explain to him vampires are real next? I’m sure that one will go over real great, Bens.”

“Maybe. I think he’d be freaked out at first, probably less than he should be but grow to think it was way kick ass. I think he’d do pretty awesome fighting some bloodsuckers. Bet he looks really hot staking one out. The same way I think he looks really hot when he plays video games and starts losing and sits on my lap-which is totally cheating by the way, but I let it slide because again total cutie. I want ask him to the dance, maybe after we could sneak out and-”

“Jeez, Benny. Stop it, okay. I get it.” Ethan stood up from his seat, covering his ears. “You must really like him. What’s his name?”

“Oh, I dunno it’s something like Ian? Eric? Wait! No, I remember it’s Ethan Morgan the dumbest yet prettiest boy in town. Only second to yours truly.” Benny grinned gaining more of a cool confidence as he saw the way Ethan’s blush grew dark across his face.

“Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’ you dope! Who else could I have ever been talking about?! Han Solo?”

“First of all, I don’t know! And second, Han was totally gay for Luke but that’s for a different time.” Ethan said, glancing as an older couple walked past them.

“Wait, were you jealous? Like actually?”

“What! No way, I was not.” Ethan’s blush creeped up to his ears. “And anyways, it was totally not cool of you-”

“Then we’re even. Fair?” Benny leaned closer to Ethan, the flowers disappearing from between them. “Were the flowers too gay?”

Ethan leaned closer and bit his lip. “Bens, I don’t know how break this to you, but you’re like the gayest person in town.”

“Second to you.” He laughed before Ethan closed the gap between their lips catching him off guard. The small doubt that lingered in the back of his mind was put at ease as their lips fit together. “Sorry. I was really hoping I didn’t mess this up.” Benny tried not to giggle.

“Lucky you, your bad gay jokes and charm is what got me hooked on you in the first place.”

“Yeah, guess I am a catch. So... We’re on for the dance?”

“Yeah.” Ethan smiled holding Benny’s hands. “Yeah, Bens. We are.” They grinned at each other, hands clasped together and knees touching.

#mbav #my babysitters a vampire #bethan #benny weir #Ethan Morgan #asks #fanfic #request

[delemenko]

Haven’t Come Up With A Title For This Yet Either

Okie, I made this as an experiment of sorts, so if it seems all over the place, that’s... part of the reason. For those who might stumble upon this in the future who haven’t read my posts, I’ve headcanoned Cowboy’s real name to be Harris Malkovich, so Harris=Cowboy. Hope you enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.

Harris looked up from his assignment. “It’s specially organised just for me. I know exactly where everything is. If I fix it now, it’ll throw off my muscle memory.”

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“Are you ever gonna organise this music shelf? It’s the only thing in your room that is never organised. Everything else? Neat and tidy, almost suspiciously so… then the music shelf sticks out like a sore thumb!” A.J. looked carefully at the vinyl collection.

“That’s… actually a fair point.” She moved away from his collection and grabbed her binder from her bag and grabbed the chair from his desk. She turned the chair to face him just as Harris's dad, Victor walked in.

"Alright, I'm heading to work. You two keep outta trouble!"

"Thanks for letting me stay, Mr. Malkovich." 

"Of course. Also, Harris? Did you still want to drop by the music store later tonight?" Victor asked him. "It's open later today, so I should be able to take you when I get home."

"Yeah, that would be cool," He replied. "But are you sure you can do that? Wouldn’t you be tired from work? We can wait to go on a day you're not working…"

"It's fine. You’ve been asking me to take you for what, a month? We'll go after I get off work, I promise," Victor said, confidently.

Harris's face lit up. His father wasn’t the type to make promises unless he intended to keep them. "Alright then. Let's go when you get home." 

"You two gonna be alright? You need anything else?"

"We're gonna be fine, but you might wanna hurry up! You're gonna be late for work! Go!"

"Alright alright, I'm going. Make sure she gets home safe when you two are done studying," He said, gesturing to A.J. before turning to leave. "See you when I get off!" 

"Bye!" The two replied in sync.

A.J. opened her binder to pull an assignment out when Harris spoke again.

"Hey, you feel like checking my chemistry work?"

She looked up at him. "Oh no, I'm no good at chemistry."

"Well, you're better at it than I am. It never hurts to have it looked over anyways. If all else fails, Elle can look at it when I see her." He shrugged.

"Problem solved then, yes?" 

"Please? I might not see her until after this is due!" He pleaded.

She sighed before holding her hand out. "Hand it over."

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The two were halfway finished with an assignment when there was a knock on the door. 

Harris made an annoyed expression before getting up to answer the door. "Come on," he said before running down the stairs, A.J. raising an eyebrow in confusion before putting her binder away.

He saw two people, a man and a woman. He unlocked the door and opened it. "Yes?" There was a bit more bite in his tone than he meant.

"Is this the residence of Victor Malkovich?"

"Yeah, he's not here though. What d'you want?"

"I'm Detective Roy from the Brooklyn Police Department. May we come in? We have an important matter to discuss," the woman said as she held up a badge.

He sighed before letting them in. He frowned internally at him and A.J. being interrupted but maybe it was a sign that they should take a break from their work.

"Can you tell me your name and relationship to Victor, please?"

"Well... I'm Harris. Victor's my dad."

A.J. came down the stairs quietly, unbeknownst to the detectives. Harris noticed her and beckoned her over.

"Hello, Miss. And who might you be?"

A.J. looked between the detectives and Harris. "I'm A.J... Eh, Harris, are you in trouble or something?"

"Could you please come to have a seat?" The woman asked.

A.J. came and sat down next to Harris.

"Harris, there was a traffic collision near the school. Nobody survived. We identified one of the bodies as a Victor Malkovich and found this to be his address, and we were told to inform his family as soon as possible. I'm sorry." 

Harris frowned. "... You can’t be serious… What kind of a sick joke is this...? I just saw him leave for work not even two hours ago. He was here... He can't be… He told me he would..." He did his best to keep his voice steady but it was getting more difficult by the second. He felt tears streaming down his face. 

As much as he didn’t want to believe it, he knew that it was true. Unless they had a sick sense of humour, why would they lie about this? In that case, what did that mean for him? His father didn’t have any family that could take him in and based on what Harris heard from him, his mother didn’t have any family either. Would he have to go into foster care or something like that? He didn’t like that idea much, but he likely didn’t have a choice in the matter.

"Harris."

"Please get out..." He told them, not looking up at them.

"I'm very sorry, Harris. Here's my card. Please try to contact me within the week, so we can help you figure out where to go from here or if you have any questions." Detective Roy put her card on the table before the pair left.

After the door shut, A.J. spoke up. "Would you like me to leave you as well?"

"Please don't." He leaned against her with a hug as he continued crying. She wrapped her arms around him. She felt tears of her own welling up. And every time she heard another cry force its way from his throat, she involuntarily winced. She felt his grip tighten around her, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. She felt warm droplets on her shoulder which made her rub Harris’s back instinctively. "I… I rushed him out of the house, so he wouldn't be late for work. Maybe if I hadn't…"

"Harris... blaming yourself for something you couldn't control isn't healthy or helpful to you. Take your time to grieve, then go from there. I'm here-"

The phone starts ringing. "Do you want me to answer the phone for you? It might be Nikola asking about me."

"Yeah, go ahead..."

She walked to the kitchen to answer the phone, "Malkovich Residence."

"A.J.? Are you still with Harris?" A deep voice questioned.

"Yeah, I'm still here." She looked at the couch, Harris resting his head on the arm. "Hey, Nik? Is it alright if I stay here? For the night?"

"What? Hell no!"

"Nikola, please. Something really bad has happened. I don't think Harris should be alone right now. He needs somebody here."

"What happened?"

"It's… it's not really my place to say… Please, Nik… I promise I'll explain everything when I see you tomorrow. You know I wouldn't ask something like this unless it was for something important." 

Nikola quieted for a moment then sighed, "Alright… Call me in the morning, please?"

"Of course. Love you."

"Love you, too."

She hung up the phone and went back to the couch, where Harris had apparently cried himself to sleep.

She grabbed a blanket from the closet and wrapped it around him. She was about to go sit in the armchair when he called her; his voice hoarse. "A.J.?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please stay here with me…? On the couch?"

She looked at him for a moment before nodding. "Sure, I can do that." She sat down next to where he was laying, her hands running through his hair. Soon, he was back asleep. A.J. sat her hat and glasses on the table before curling up on the couch and falling asleep as well.

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I’ll be frank; I wrote to make myself sad and think about how sad I can make these hooligans, though I don’t think the grief hits as hard as it could, so I might rewrite it I did not write this for accuracy. I dunno what happens when a person dies due to traffic collision, or how that goes. Also, the beginning of this was rather different (Was a bit more shippy ngl. Might post what I originally had another time.), but I changed it because one, I didn’t want Cowboy’s and A.J.’s relationship to be shoved down throats/I didn’t want to romanticise Cowboy’s grief, and two, I just don’t want them to have that sort of relationship. Though, I’ll probably upload fluffy stuffs for them if I feel like it. I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you think!

#the warriors (1979) #the warriors #cowboy (the warriors) #kaleny's questionable quality fanfiction #fanficton

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Catch Up Meme

I was tagged by @starlene , thank you so much!

Rules: Tag as many people as you want to catch up with or get to know better!

Three ships:

I don't know, I'm not in a very shippy mood at the moment... I guess I'll go with things I've recently seen where I saw a connection between two characters.

* I'm friendship shipping Lyra and Will from His dark materials. I love seeing how they support each other and work so well together. They really have each others backs completely.

* Benji and his sweet emo boyfriend Lukas from Björnstad. Lukas is the complete opposite of the guys Benji spends time with and you can tell it's where he can really let down his guard and be himself.

* And then my fav ships that never really changes... Natalie/Henry, Liz/Josh, Kate/Anne, Lucas/David. I think Lena/Daniel from Så som I himmelen has snuck into that list too... The more I think about their relationship, the more I see how good it really is.

Last songs listened to:

*The morning after from the Björnstad soundtrack

* I'll take lonely tonight by Tim Minchin

* Mountains Crave by Anna von Hausswolff

* Silverhöjd theme from the Jordskott season 1 soundtrack

* Gold Dust by Tori Amos

Currently watching:

I have watched quite a lot of series during the holidays, here's three that each had something special about them.

* Björnstad (Beartown) is a Swedish mini series set in the north of Sweden in a small town where most things and peoples lives are connected to the local ice hockey club. I never thought I would watch a series about ice hockey (since I don't get ice hockey at all) But it's about so much more than hockey. It's really the story about the people of a small town and what happens to them and the whole town when something big and traumatic happens that has connections to the junior hockey team. It sounds a bit vague, but I don't want to give too much away. It's actually the best Swedish TV serie I've seen in a very long time. Swedish TV series usually aren't very good.... There's just something about the direction/script/dialogue that can make a really great actor sound really stiff and unnatural. But this is the complete opposite. This one is very well written, directed and acted. Quite a lot of new faces and people that actually are from the north of Sweden, too. Plus it's shot on location in the north.

* Season 2 of His dark materials. I love the books and the first season was fantastic, so I was so excited about this. Season 2 is even better, it's hard to explain or give an example. I think it's the overall feel, the complete package. I don't want to say too much, because I don't want to spoil it for anyone. But there's so many great characters and they're really, really well casted too. I just love these series so much, they've adapted it really well and just thinking about it makes me smile. Plus, it just looks so good. The scenery, the daemons, the set...

*Us is a serie that I didn't know much about beforehand. I read a short summary about it. It's about a British married couple with a teenaged son (who's about to start university in the fall.) But before that they will spend the summer doing their dream tour of Europe, taking the train and visiting different countries and cities. I didn't have a lot of expectations beforehand. I mostly thought it would be fun to see the cities, seeing places I want to visit, and recognise places where I've been... But I was pleasently surprised. It's a beautiful, funny and sad story about this family. It felt genuine and not over the top or silly/fake. I really enjoyed it. Plus the scenery with pretty European towns is just lovely.

Currently reading:

Lisa och Lilly - En sann kärlekshistoria (Lisa and Lilly - a true love story) by Mian Lodalen. It's a beautifully written (although sad) book about two working class teenage girls in Stockholm and is set between 1910-1911. The girls did exist in real life and it has later been revealed that they were in love and in a relationship, but it was quietened down. I could go on and on about this book and how well written it is and how the characters and Stockholm in the early 1900's is described so well and vibrant that you really feel like you know them and that you're there. I'll stop now, but it's one of my absolute favourite reads. I can't stop thinking about it.

How’s it going:

Okayish, I think. I'm grateful that the store has survived the pandemic (so far) and that I still have a job to go to, back in february-april I wasn't sure of that at all.Happy that I'm healthy and have not gotten the virus. Worried and sad about some things and a bit tired. Missing the theatre, cinema and just sitting at a cafe or a restaurant. But it could be worse...

What are you looking forward to in 2021:

The vaccine and that the pandemic situation will start to turn around.

I'm looking forward to spring. It's a very special feeling when you start to notice that the days are getting longer and brighter and the air just smells so fresh. Spring is such a beautiful season. I don't know if it's because of the pandemic, but I'm more tired than usual of the long, dark and grey winter months. Also, a photographic exhibition that I really want to see is opening where I live during the spring. Hopefully, that won't be cancelled. It's a big space where they can control how many people they let in, so...

If it's possible (but I don't dare to hope too much) I would like to travel somewhere in Sweden to see a musical or two or three...

I love where I live, but I really want to visit another city and see something else even if it's just for a day or two...

I'm not optimistic about overseas travel. But, if it's possible, and this feels very far away at the moment, I would like to go to Finland in the fall to visit @starlene and see a Finnish production of a certain musical with her.

Any new year’s resolutions?

I’m very bad at deciding on new years resolutions and keeping them, so not really...

I tag @miyacantdecide @willowtree221 @amaliatheartist

You can answer as many questions you want:)

#asks #ask game #starlene #thanks for tagging me #i really enjoyed it #it took me some time #but it's all good #it took my mind off things for quite some time

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OH BOY, STRESS WRITING~ It's not exactly shippy, sorry not sorry. Just kind of... *shrugging* Posting before wildfire prevents me from doing so. For Prompt #6 “Thunder” from @drakgoprompts. An attempt was made.

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“Thunder”

The past week had been spent settling in and setting up shop at their latest mountaintop lair. Of course, the move wasn’t complete without bringing the dog home from grandma’s – which was, admittedly, something that had been overlooked before, though probably for the better.

The pooch had escaped being dyed any glaring shades this time, and for good measure Drakken had had the poodle sheered short and even throughout before dropping him off with his mother to prevent the woman from trimming the dog to plump round perfection like one of her hedgerows.

Pink dye and froufrou haircuts had never embarrassed Commodore Puddles before, and Shego knew better than to believe the dog was embarrassed now, but it didn’t stop her from cracking jokes about the pooch’s nakedness now that he’d spent all afternoon cowering under the computer mainframe where Drakken had practically grown roots in front of.

“He is not humiliated, Shego,” griped Drakken for the umpteenth time as the glowered up at the endless scrolling code devising for a new set of bots. “He’s a dog. He can’t be humiliated. He must have just missed me.” Without even tearing his eyes away from the humongous screen, he stooped over to pat the dog at his feet.

In reply, the miniature poodle let out a low growl and Drakken quickly withdrew his hand.

“At least put the sweater on him,” suggested Shego from her sidelong perch in an easy chair across the lab, magazine spread across her lap as per usual. “Maybe he’s whining because he’s cold. Or turn up the heat. It’s freezing in here. I can see my breath.”

“It is turned up,” Drakken grumbled. “If you want to help, you can figure out where that draft is coming from.”

“Dr. D, just put the sweater on him.”

“It’s embarrassing!” With all the interruptions and distractions, his patience was wearing thin.

Of course Shego saw fit to push him past the breaking point. “You just said he can’t be humiliated!” she fired back.

Drakken smashed a button – a glaring ERROR! alert flashed across the screen in ominous red – and he released a guttural noise of frustration as he jumped up and slammed his fists on the desk, biting back the curse. Nostrils flared and teeth grit tight, he whirled around, fuming as he stalked past Shego. A moment later, he was stomping by again, clutching an ugly little yellow sweater his mother had knitted just for Puddles with big pink P’s on the sides.

The dog growled and bared its teeth and bit him at least once, but Drakken wrangled the shivering pooch into the doggie sweater regardless of his canine companion’s bad attitude. Though the pet’s shivering had subsided, the whites of his eyes still flashed and his ears still pinned back as he hid beneath the desk once more.

Drakken gestured to the dog with a grunt. “See?” he snapped back at Shego. “He’s not cold!”

Unmoved by Drakken’s doggy dilemma, Shego simply shrugged. “Maybe he has to go out.”

Ignoring the babying voice the blue villain turned on the mini poodle was easier said than done, and Shego watched from the corner of her eye as Drakken cooed to Puddles and patted his lap, trying and failing to coax the dog out of hiding. He didn’t have to try for five solid minutes, but the man was nothing if not determined and Shego was happy to let him make a fool of himself for as long as he pleased. Finally Drakken forfeited with a weary sigh before dropping to his knees and crawling under the desk with the unhappy dog. Clearly, his dog did not need to go out for a tinkle.

Shego peered over her magazine again. “What’s wrong?” she called over. “Is he sick or something?”

“I’m not sure,” muttered Drakken thoughtfully as he pulled the grumpy little dog into his lap. “I think he’s afraid—”

She scoffed. “Of what? You haven’t brought anything new into the lair you shouldn’t have, have you?”

“No!” Drakken snapped in defense, not unlike a petulant child.

Her first impulse wasn’t to believe him. There had been times before when the dog had sensed something it didn’t like in the lair. And as much as Shego despised it, there had been times before that Drakken had done things without her knowledge, like bringing home a new pet with too many legs or building dangerous toys that were effectively ticking time bombs, which Puddles had clued her in on.

So she raised her brow at her partner in villainy now, skeptical.

Drakken saw fit to whine in defense, “I haven’t!” as he climbed out from under of the desk, cradling the miserable poodle in his arms.

Still unconvinced, Shego folded her magazine and swung her legs off the armrest of her easy chair. “Right, well—”

As soon as her feet met the floor, she felt the deep rumble vibrate through the heart of the lair. The dog lost it, wriggling frantically out of Drakken’s arms as the faint boom resonated through the cavern. The pooch hit the ground running and bolted out of the room and into the next, fleeing for the next hidey place, likely under the sofa.

Drakken hummed, looking about the cavern as the rumble faded away. “That had better not be the reactor blowing,” he grumbled, turning to skulk out.

Shego dropped her magazine on the floor and sprinted after him. “Reactor?” she echoed, a little more concern than she meant to allow entering her voice. “Dr. D, if this is another of your secret plans—”

The man gave a dismissive grunt. “Relax, Shego. You’ve seen it before.”

She’d seen a lot of things before. Whatever it was, if it was capable of shaking the lair to its foundations, then it was bound to blow up in their faces sooner or later.  “I don’t keep track of all your crazy inventions,” she all but groaned as she followed after him, to which Drakken grunted indignantly.

As they were passing down a long corridor to one of the outermost towers of the lair, a blinding flash spilling in from the wall of windows caused Drakken to jump and crash into Shego as he tripped over his own feet. His yelp was lost to the roll of thunder, and as it rumbled away, she dropped the startled man. He fell to his rear, hand over his thudding heart, and Shego turned to glower down at him.

“Mystery solved,” she said tersely, nodding to the roiling thunderhead the mountaintop lair was all but submerged in. “Now what was this about a fusion reactor you think might blow up?”

Realizing he’d put his foot in his mouth, Drakken’s relief was short lived. His face fell and he fidgeted with his fingers. “Oh. Uh…you know,” he said with a meek smile as he picked himself up. “I don’t believe I’ve even turned the silly old thing on yet. We’re running on, uhm…wind…power.”

Shego gave him one long withering look, another flash of lightening and crash of thunder scarcely enough to make her blink though Drakken flinched once more. Wish an exasperated shake of her head, she turned back for the heart of the lair, intent on finding the frightened little poodle. At least the dog’s healthy fear was in Mother Nature alone tonight.

Drakken, meanwhile, snuck off hastily just to double check that the malfunctioning devise was indeed powered down.

#drakgo #drakken #shego #kim possible #oneshot

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Birds of a feather - pt 3 Emoticons

A long list of injuries on the page, and a longer list of potential responses to their trauma. Working out how to treat the pair of tiny humanoid avians was going to be a challenge, but it is one Logan and Patton are determined to meet. Pt 2: Roman tests the boundaries of this new place. whump, hurt/comfort and dehumanisation <3 wingfic tw: animal abuse, mention of burns and neglect AO3 link

chapter 1/ chapter 2/ 

The bird man had given Patton the most adorable little wave, and the therapist had felt his heart break a little more.

The pair had been a mess. Their tiny bodies were swamped with bandages, but most harrowing was the wariness in their postures. Princey’s eyes had been clouded with fear, but held a longing to interact, to answer Patton’s questions. Patton just knew there was an outgoing free spirit under there, just waiting to be given permission to shine beneath the fear he had been subjected to. And Anxiety had lived up to his name. The poor kiddo had been practically catatonic in a dissociative fugue, but Patton knew that with a good environment and plenty of reassurance, he too could find peace.

When he looked at them, Patton knew he wanted to protect them.

And he had a plan.

Step one was to get them feeling a bit more secure. Remy had mentioned the pair weren’t eating, weren’t speaking, weren’t doing much of anything in their frightening new surroundings filled with uncertainty. And so Patton had talked gently to the other sick animals in the room, reassuring them, and carefully laying the groundwork for a conversation with the avians. And it seemed to have worked: while not exactly comfortable, they were able to pay attention to what he was saying.  

Step two was to get them actually eating and looking after themselves. After what had seemed a gargantuan feat of bravery, Princey had managed to eat some chicken. Logan had stealthily wandered past a couple of hours later and had sighted Anxiety tackling a large piece of spinach, so there was hope that he too was now eating.

The next steps were to find a temporary home for them, work out some habitat enrichment to keep them entertained, and finally, to introduce enough human interaction to help them on their way to long-term psychological recovery and a forever home.

Patton had been picking at ‘creating a welcoming home for your avian’ and ‘cute toys for bird bois’ articles since he had got home. He put another round of notes in the haphazard googledoc he was compiling. He wanted to do the very best he could for them, but it was starting to get overwhelming.

-88888-

It was only 7:58, but Logan couldn’t wait the extra 2 minutes to text Patton tonight. His brain would not switch off from the events of the day, could not be swayed from the conundrum that was the animal rescue’s latest arrivals. He may be breaking his standard evening routine texting early, but tonight it was necessary.

Logie Bearry Jam: Good evening Patton, how was your dinner?

He sent the text, and picked up the blanket he was crocheting, trying to lose himself in the movement of the hook and the weaving of the wool until Patton replied back.

Pattoncakes: tofu and carrot stir fry with rice 🥕🍚😍🥰😇🍽️✨👻😽

Logan smiled internally at Patton's enthusiastic use of emojis. While in others the behaviour may have been grating, with Patton, it was just another outlet of the man’s effervescence.

Logie Bearry Jam: that sounds delicious. I had pasta with tomato sauce. I liked it.

These texts were a ritual, the same kind of message Logan sent every night. Peace washed into his veins.

Patton shot off a gif of the spaghetti scene from Lady and the tramp.

Pattoncakes: Spagooto🍝👨🍳sounds good! What are you up to tonight?

Logie Bearry Jam:: I am crocheting a blanket. How about you?

Pattoncakes: 🐥🐥💞🤕I have been reading a lil bit about our newest arrivals <3.

And there was the perfect opportunity to sway the conversation in the direction of his current worries. It was understandable that Patton would also be worrying about the same subject, and yet he suspected Patton knew he was worrying about the avians as well. Logan knew many people saw him as unfeeling. But Patton understood. He was good like that.

Logie Bearry Jam: I too have been thinking of the avains. Have you read anything interesting?

Patton sent a link to a google doc filled with links and notes.

Logan threw himself in.

For such delicate pets as humanoid avians, the information on how to look after them was muddied and mixed up, torn between the reality of what they were and what owners wished them to be. Dolls, children, highly-trainable, simple animals, held to the behavioural standards of adults, there was a mishmash of conflicting ideas.

Patton’s notes were in the early draft stage, filled with questions and ideas. He was not as focused on medical concerns Logan, instead choosing to consider a wide range of issues. He outlined every issue well, and had the therapeutic knowledge to challenge false behavioural information.

The document was beautiful.

Logan and Patton’s work rarely intertwined, and so it was rare that Logan got to see this side of the therapy worker. The side that was intelligent in his kindness, the thought process behind his ability to make people feel safe. Logan marveled anew at the incredible man his co-worker was, how capable, how eloquent...

What a joy to be a friend to a man like that.

Logan abandoned his crochet hook in preference of giving his laptop his full attention. They sent back and forth all manners of articles from owners tips to scientific studies. Taking in data, and weaving it into a usable care plan, evaluating all with a vets knowledge and a therapist’s experience.

They danced between information together, shifting through articles. It was so much more fun with Patton (metaphorically) by his side.

Logie Bearry Jam: Perhaps their enclosure can be moved to the vet’s office so that they can get used to humans coming and going, and so we can keep a close eye on them.

Pattoncakes: the vets office is pretty busy! Maybe once they settle a bit more. But right now i think that would be a bit scary

Pattoncakes: maybe the small animal room?

Logie Bearry Jam: It is the correct conditions in there for them.

Pattoncakes: aww and they can watch the bunnies playing!

Pattoncakes: I always find them fun to watch when i am sad

Logie Bearry Jam: Watching the rabbits would also be restful enrichment.

A gif of a happy rabbit running wildly around a room appeared on his screen, before swiftly being superseded by a barrage of twitching noses, floppy ears and bouncing bunnies.

Pattoncakes:  i also like taking my laptop in sometimes for paperwork, so i can pop in for a lil lovin socialisation too

He smiled at the mental image of Patton camped out on the floor of the rabbit room, trying to focus on work while Ted Bunndey ate his notebooks. Logan sincerely doubted much work would be completed. But Patton did indeed make for the very finest socialisation.

Pattoncakes: aaaw there are so many cute toys on the market for Avian humanoids!

Pattoncakes: so expensive though

Pattoncakes: look at this!

He sent a photograph of some over-the-top prince outfit aimed at owners with more money than sense.

Pattoncakes: Princey would look so cute in this!

Pattoncakes: I don’t suppose it is the kind of thing the avians would actually enjoy though *a sticker with a confused looking pink bear*

Logie Bearry Jam: It is doubtful, though some do enjoy it the way many children enjoy imitating their parents. I believe it to be unsanitary at this stage in their recovery, but if they do express a wish to wear garments it is not unhealthy to do so.

Pattoncakes: you could crochet them matching jumpers!  ;P

Logan and Patton wove a plan together. A shining roadmap, flexible but comprehensive. Something that accounted for their physical recovery and mental capabilities. Rules on how to treat them to build trust, further the concept that they were safe. Ways to let them confirm that they would not be touched without permission, that play did not warrant punishment, that there would always be food.

Their web of plans completed, Logan picked up his crochet hook and resumed working on his blanket, the weight gone from his chest. Their conversation pooled into its regular comfortable flow, chatting back and forth about their respective days at work and discussion of mundane things. It was with regret Logan initiated his goodnight messages and deployed his customary goodnight sticker of a sleepy light blue bear with glasses that reminded him a bit of Patton. Patton sent his customary bombardment of illogical stickers and gif which tonight included a pair of canaries hopping around a bowl of water, a dragon with hearts for eyes, and a psychedelic goat.

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In the recovery room of the Animal shelter’s vet clinic, Virgil sat holding a peanut.

The room was almost dark now, the only light the soft glow of a nightlight in the corner that had been left on for them..

He had eaten 6 peanuts, several spinach leaves, and 4 ½ cubes of glorious chicken.

Roman was asleep behind him, his own hunger sated. Opposite them, a pair of rabbits munched hay. The mewling cat had been returned to her owners. It was quiet in the vets now.

Cautiously, he touched his stomach over the bandages. It gurgled happily beneath his fingers.

Virgil smiled.

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Aaaand the emojis have not worked for the second half of the fic. Oh well, imagine Patton as the emoji fiend he is.

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But Virgil eats a peanut! Yay XD This chapter is a lil shippy for you <3 Patton's texting is inspired by my girlfriend who is just the cutest emoji-wielding dork to walk the world. And while the fic will not focus much on romance, the carers deserve some soft times.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #whump #sanders whump #infinitesimal!sides #wingfic #animal abuse #animal neglect #food #just a little gay as a treat