#if im not gettin woken up like this then let me sleep

[kadwrites]

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summary ; you've met tommy's secretary , who has a thing for him.

warnings ; mentions of death (no one dies), my bad writing?? probably typos, arranged marriage trope

a/n ; um idk what to think of this part but lmk what you think of it

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he just looks back at you, his brow raised ,waiting for an explanation

"what?"

"what did ya say to 'er?"

"nothing, why ? what did she tell you?" you can't help the amused expression on your face, you did try to hold it back.

"she said you and polly cornered 'er"

"what" you let out a small laugh "all we did was speak to 'er, and it was mostly polly. she barely acknowledged me."

"really?"

"yes really."

"did ya tell 'er that we're engaged?" his voice was deep and cold. it sent a familiar chill down your spine.

"why ? did ya not want people to know?"

"answer the question"

"i didn't. polly did." you stare at him for a while, eyes tracing his face with a raised brow "are you fucking 'er?"

he blinks slowly, his demeanor doesn't change "i beg your fucking pardon?"

"ya heard me."

"no."

you study his face "we didn't say anything to 'er, polly asked 'er if she knew who i was, she looked me up and down like i was some whore and then almost cried when she found out you and i are engaged. thats it."

"we're not engaged yet."

"we are, according to your aunt. so if ya 'ave any fucking complaints , ya might want to take it up with 'er."

you try to walk past him, deciding that storming off is the best way out of this ,

"and how do ya think youre gettin' back home? polly is gone"

you freeze, stopping in place when you hear that, and he turns, just staring at your back.

"walking exists , ya know?" you turn as well to face him, you try to maintain the most confident expression you could muster

"you're gonna walk back? to your father's house? at this time?"

you just nod,

"no you're not"

"yes i am."

"no."

"why not?"

"what kind if fiancé would i be if i let ya walk home in the dark?." his voice is sarcastic

you just raise your brow again, "i thought we weren't engaged."

"go to my office, i'll drive ya home in a minute."

"ya don't 'ave to, i don't want your charity."

"go to my fucking office, y/n."

you mumble curses under your breath as you stride through and to his office, you open the glass door and plop down on the chair facing his desk. you can see the sectary's silhouette from the corner of your eyes. she's sitting on a desk outside his office and you walked by without sparing her a glance. you can feel her stare burn through you.

the door opens again and he walks in, and sits on his desk

"are we goin' to stay here long? cause i can call oliver to come and get me."

he looked up from the papers he was holding and his stare made you look away. okay maybe you'll let him drive you home.

the secretary knocks and walks in "i just need your signature on this form sir." she walks to his desk and gets as close as appropriately possible.

" y've met my fiancée then, miss carter?" he asks the secretary without looking at her

"i.." she stands straight and glances at you "i did , yes i did."

he looks up at her briefly "she might be comin' here more often now, so please make 'er feel at home whenever im not around."

"of course, sir." she smiles sweetly at him before grabbing the paper and walking out of the office.

you raise your brows, a small smirk on your lips "oh im your fiancée now , aye?"

he doesn't answer you, but you see the corners of his lips curl.

you stifle back a yawn as you sit on the sofa , trying to not to nod off. its the middle of the night and your brother had woken you up. safe to say tonight was not a night you've expected and its yet to end.

"how did ya even know about this?" you nod towards abraham who had a cup of tea in his hand

"mum called" he muttered as he handed you a cup as well

"its just a cold , ya know that? , ya didn't 'ave to leave anna and come all the way here."

"it's dad, i couldn't just sleep after 'earing mum cry about 'im"

"she cries about everything" you say with a sigh as you take a sip of your tea

the living room as dark except for a small lamp that was next to you

"did she call celest and oliver?"

"i think so, but they'll probably come by in the mornin'."

you hear your mothers sniffles as she leaves her and your father's bedroom.

"hes asking for you."

you and abraham look at each other before you put your tea cup down and get up from the sofa.

"come in"

you walk in and close the door behind you gently. your dad is propped up with a pillow behind him, you approach the bed and get on it, laying next to him

"ya better not give me another one of your speeches dad." you feign annoyance but your smile gives you away.

he lets out a laugh then turns to you "i'm an old man ya know, i 'ave to make sure i say everything i need to say before i leave ya."

"y've got a cold dad, its not the plaque " you chuckle as you turn to look at him too.

when you were a child, your father would never sleep if you got sick, he would stay up. sometimes fall asleep beside you, or on the uncomfortable hard wooden chair he'd drag next to your bed.

he would put his head on your heart sometimes late at night anxiously, scared it might've stopped when he accidentally drifted off to sleep.

"listen to me love..." his hands intertwine with yours, his hands calloused from all the days he's spent caring for the soil, or in the war that you never thought would end. "i need to talk about this."

you hum, your hand holding his tightly in yours.

"i'm sorry it had to come to this my love,"

its not another one of his speeches, its a different kind of speech.

"dad..."

"when your mother first told me about this, i thought she was jokin, honest to god" he lets out another laugh "but now..... when i think about it , i cant let ya do that to yerself love..." he shakes his head slightly,

"what?" your eyes look up at him, taking in his features , his dark under eyes, the lines on his face, around his eyes.

"i saved some money yeah? , for when me and your mother might need it. ya can 'ave it." his voice drops to a lower tone

"and do what ?"

"run away."

"run away?" you laugh softly, looking at him with a raised brow "and go where?"

"where ever you want." he smiles softly at you

"you're not serious."

"i am"

you stay silent for a while, processing what he's saying "im not runnin' away dad."

"so you're gonna marry tommy shelby? is that what ya want ? what ya truly want?"

"its what i need to do"

"ya don't"

"so you're gonna go back on your word ,aye? ya gave the man a word after all"

"for you , id break every promise ive ever made."

"dad..." you let out a small smile , his other hand goes to cup your face "i cant do that"

"are ya scared id hate ya? or that id be angry at ya if ya didn't?"

"i cant runaway dad... i cant leave ya" your emotions betray you and they flood through you, your tears start to drop. i cant not be here when you die, when you're buried.

"sometimes i cant believe you're all grown up now,"

"hmm"

"ya were such a lively child"

"you're sayin' im borin' now aye?"

you two share a small laugh, you turn your face and kiss his palm, before closing your eyes "id put myself through anything and everything to keep ya with me for however long i can."

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@tardisloverz , @optimisticsandwichgladiator , @theshelbyslimited

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby fanfiction #kadwrites

[hajimesh]

𝚑𝚌; 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙

⥅characters. miya o. - iwaizumi h. - sakusa k.

⥅request. hihi, i found your hcs for them waking you up really sweet, is it possible to ask for osamu and iwa as well? thank you!!! ^_^

-ˏˋ 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

he wakes up before you not because he's a morning person, but bc he's hungry

however, he likes to take a few minutes to observe you. his chin rests on his hand while the other one pushes your hair away from your face

and with a kiss on your cheek, he lets you sleep a bit more while he cooks breakfast

once the food's ready (and if you haven't woken up yet), he'd go to your bedroom and crash with you on the bed

he slings his arm around your waist, nuzzling his face against your neck as he tries to wake you up

"pst," he stares expectantly but gets no reaction, "pssst!"

nothing

"c'mon, babe. food's gettin' cold."

you groan at the weight on your middle, rolling on your side so you can avoid the sunlight peeking through the blinds

"are ya seriously gonna ignore my food?"

"'samu, i wanna sleep."

its silent for a few minutes, the door closing and his steps fading away

you don't think much of it and start drifting back to sleep when the door suddenly opens again

"breakfast in bed it is."

he has a tray of food with him and a cheeky smile, making you laugh as you finally wake up when your stomach rumbles at the scent of freshly cooked food

you two spend the morning chatting and eating, deciding to cuddle and take a nap once you're finished with your meal

-ˏˋ 𝕚𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚

this man is a dream, okie?

he'd avoid touching you cause he wants you to keep sleeping

so he just observes you, smiling at the little sighs and snores leaving your mouth

until he really has to get up or wake you up, which pains him greatly bc he wouldn't mind spending the entire day in bed with you

he's really gentle about it, petting your face as he murmurs sweet nothings

"good morning, baby," no answer from you which makes him chuckle, "time to wake up, sleepy head."

he shakes you gently and you finally start to react

"what time is it?" you rub at your eyes and stretch your arms over your head, giving him the opportunity to wrap his arms around your middle, "hajime?"

he rests his chin on your chest while your arms fall on top of his shoulders, running your hands through his hair

"morning," his soft smile makes you melt, "did you sleep well?"

he makes a bit of small talk while still lying on your chest, wanting to be with you in the warmth of your bed a little bit longer

and its not like you mind

-ˏˋ 𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕒

im pretty sure he's already showered by the time you wake up

maybe he went out for a run or his morning practice, and then came back to find you still in bed

he sets your coffee mug on the nightstand, and starts waking you up

"it's getting late," he kisses your forehead before removing the bed sheets from you, "wake up."

he hands you the mug and you accept it through bleary eyes, "g'morning omi."

his smile is gentle but it shows how much love he has for you, "morning, love."

you take a sip from your drink as he opens the curtains

"let me take a shower and then i'll join you for breakfast?"

he nods and lets you do your own thing. once you're finally ready and out of the shower, you fall into your quiet routine

he reads his meal plan aloud while you get the ingredients out of the fridge

the only sounds come from the kitchen utensils: the coffee machine brewing more coffee, and a knife scraping against the cutting board

a soft "thank you" leaves your lips as he passes you your plate, and you receive a kiss on the cheek from him while you wash the dirty dishes

it's quiet and simple, but neither you or sakusa would trade your domestic routine for anything

#haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi hajime #sakusa kiyoomi #miya osamu

[ranger-jedi-knight]

A New Hero Ch 19

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887313/chapters/63175624 Taglist: @bluesimani OPEN

So, it’s been a little while since this was updated. Sorry, but well, my sister came for a visit for a week n a half about n well, ya. That took up a lot of my time. N then I also wanted to get that self-indulgent one-shot angst done so ya. I think that one shot was the biggest reason since motivation came and went. Also, I’m getting ready to move to live with my sister for one of my college semesters to see how I enjoy it. And well, idk when this will come out so ya. That’s also pushing back this update since im spending some days packing up stuff I want to bring with me besides clothes, school supplies, and hygiene item......its after finally arriving and unpackin...BUT ITS HERE NOW!(im sorry bout the wait)

No matter tho! This is the next day after the dinner n we get to see how the night went before gettin some more daminette(n some dick/alya/xavier....i need to come up with a ship name for em....feel free to offer some)!! Anyways, enjoy!!!!

Small sounds woke Dick up from his sleep. He looked around, trying to see if there was any danger when he noticed next to him Alya was making soft sounds, her head turning a bit as barely audible ‘no’s left her. She was curled up next to him, her hair a bit of a mess, her bangs and sides plastered to her face while the rest tangled on the pillow. Her back was to Xavier, who had woken up as well and started making soft, soothing hums as he ran a hand along her arm.

Seeing the immediate effect, Dick started running a hand thru her hair, humming along to the tune Xavier began. Moving closer, Alya latched onto Dick, her arms wrapping around his waist as she tried burying her face into his side. The two wrapped themselves around her and continued their soft hums and touches, slowly helping her out of her nightmare.

After some time, Alya’s breathing settled down as she was once more relaxed in her sleep. Xavier smiled softly at dick as he pressed a kiss to the back of Alya’s head and slowly fell back asleep after watching for a few minutes to make sure her nightmare didn’t start back up. Dick tho, he stayed up a bit longer, continuing to run his finger’s thru her hair, untangling it gently. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Dick sighed thru his nose before falling asleep next to them.

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Damian woke to Alfred the cat jumping off his bed. Usually, that wouldn’t wake him. But tonight, the way he jumped off the bed woke Damian. Usually, Alfred’s jumps were relaxed and slow, moving at his own pace. But right then, it seemed more urgent. He looked around and found Xan awake.

Xan had his arms wrapped around his knees as he stared at the door. Looking closer as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Damian noticed that Xan was tense, his fingers digging into his arms. Alfred was rubbing himself against Xan’s side and legs, a purr leaving him to help soothe Xan. As Damian watched, Xan moved a hand from his arm and started scratching Alfred’s head and chin.

Damian moved from his bed and sat down near Xan, giving him a moment before speaking finally. “What happened?” he asked, and Xan glanced over at Damian before looking at the door again.

“I saw them,” Xan started in a whispered, not needing to elaborate for Damian, he already knew who ‘they’ were. “We were at the League tho. I......I attacked them immediately when she asked me too. I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t stop myself as-as I-” he stopped then, taking a deep, shuddering breath. He took a moment to concentrate on Alfred under his fingers before he continued speaking. “I killed them,” he spoke the words so softly that Damian almost didn’t hear it.

“But you didn’t. It was just a nightmare. Nothing about it is true,” Damian said, and Xan nodded slowly at that.

“Maybe, but.......it was so vivid...so clear. It felt like I was still in the league, following their orders blindly to survive. It was like I never left....like you never helped me out of that hell hole,” he admitted, and Damian reached over and squeezed Xan’s shoulder.

“I know. It can seem so real, make you think you never left even thou you do the one thing you know you would never do. I’ve had similar nightmares,” Damian admitted and Xan glanced over at him.

“Really? Do you still?” he asked softly as Damian reached a hand out to scratch Alfred’s chin.

“Occasionally, yes. It does get better, I promise. It just takes time. You can always come talk to me or Jason. Or Rae even. Do you remember her?” Damian asked and Xan pursed his lips before nodding slowly, he remembered the woman. She helped train him in League before disappearing years prior. “She will listen if you ask her too.”

“Where is she?” Xan asked turning a bit to look over at Damian easier.

“She’s opening a restaurant called Janat Al'Amal, but she’s working at Rose Petal’s Boutique until it’s ready for the grand opening,” Damian said and Xan smiled with a small smile on his lips.

“Paradise of Hope...that’s a nice name,” Xan said and Damian had the faintest of smiles as he nodded agreement.

“It is. She chose a great name for her future restaurant. I’ve been in touch with her along with Jon and Ember. You haven’t met Ember yet but she’s Jon’s friend and hangs with us. Rae likes to let people vent or talk about their problems to her,” Damian explained and Xan nodded understanding.

“I’ll go talk with her tom-today?” he said tilting his head to look at the clock and saw that it was past midnight, around 1 am.

“Good. I can bet you won’t go to sleep immediately, right?” Damian asked and Xan nodded. Getting the confirmation, Damian stood up and went over to his desk and pulled out a sketchbook and pencil, and walked over to Xan. “Mari said you drew to relax. Here,” he crouched down and held it out.

“Thanks,” Xan said giving Damian a small smile as he took the offered items and flipped the pages to a clear one and started sketching. Damian nodded as he then went back to his bed. Laying down, he looked over at Xan one last time, watching as he drew intently with Alfred going onto his shoulders to relax, before falling asleep once more, knowing he did what he could to help his friend.

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Xan and Damian were one of the first people up in the morning. They got a quick bite to eat before going to the indoor gym the manor had to spar for a bit. Alfred worked on breakfast for everyone when the two left. Clark was up next followed by Kon and Jon. By 8, Dick, Xavier, Jason, and Tim came down to eat and work on some stuff. After some time, Alya came down walking beside Lana as she took slow steps.

Raising a hand, Lana greeted everyone sleepily as she slowly woke up. “How are you feeling, Lana?” Clark asked setting the newspaper down to look over at her. The rest of the family looked over as well as she gave a small smile.

“Better. Thank you for letting us stay the night,” she said and Clark returned the smile.

“It was nothing,” Clark said moving his hand to look at the time. “Well, I better get going. I promised Perry I’d send over my article before noon. Have a good day you guys. Also, Lana, I would like to talk to you about your future,” Clark said and Lana smiled at that and nodded. Getting the nod from Lana, Clark left to the office Bruce got him so that he could work.

“I’m glad your feeling better now, Lana,” Jason said and Lana glanced over at him with a faint smile.

“Ya, sorry about that,” she mumbled softly, glancing over at Alya who squeezed her shoulder.

“Don’t be. You couldn’t have known,” Jason said and Lana nodded, knowing he was right.

“Lana, would you be willing to accompany me to pick up Mari? She’d love to see that you’re doing better this morning,” Damian said and Lana nodded.

“Sure. But I won’t be able to stay long, I shouldn’t leave Cocoa alone much longer, especially since it’s time for breakfast,” Lana replied and Damian nodded.

“Understood. Let’s head over now and I can drop you off after Mari sees that you’re well,” Damian replied and Lana nodded, eating a slice of toast and some fruit before standing up with Damian to head out.

“I’ll talk to you later, Lana,” Alya called out before Lana left the room.

“Als, I’ll be heading out myself. Fresh air will do me some good. There’s also someone I want to visit,” Xan said and Alya nodded.

“Of course. Stay safe, Xan. And Don’t hesitate to call if you need help,” she replied and Xan nodded before getting up. “Dick?” she asked and Dick smiled.

“Yup, we should get going ourselves,” Dick agreed.

“Don’t die,” Tim called out.

“No promises, you’ve seen, Mr. Lingo,” Dick yelled back as the three left the room and Tim nodded agreement.

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Mari beamed when she saw Damian and Lana entering the hotel lobby. Jumping up from her seat at the table, she ran over to the two and hugged Lana while her friends smiled from the table. “I’m so sorry for what happened, Lana! I should have asked first before making them!” Mari said as Lana returned the hug before pushing Mari back a bit to look Mari in the eyes and give her a gentle smile.

“It’s ok, Mari. Nothing bad happened. And I should have also asked about it. It’s my problem to remember, not yours. As much as I’d like to stay and talk, I need to get home, Cocoa is waiting for me,” Lana said, squeezing Mari’s shoulders as she spoke. Mari returned the small smile as she nodded.

“Ok,” she said before perking up. “Wait!” she rushed over to their table and Chloe held out the bag of cookies to her. She grabbed the bag and ran back over to the two. “Here, I made these for you! Don’t worry, I made sure nothing pecan came near them!”

Lana smiled softly as she took the bag and put them carefully into her pocket and pulled Mari into another hug. “Thank you,” she whispered before pulling back once more.

“I’ll be back after I drop her off, angel,” Damian said, causing to Mari to blush lightly as she nodded understanding. As the two turned away to leave, Lana had a teasing smile after giggling softly at Mari’s blush.

“‘Angel’, huh?” she asked, sending him a look that had Damian blushing lightly. Before the door closed behind the two, Mari and her friends listened to Lana laugh. Mari walked over to the table and continued to eat her breakfast while her friends sent her looks.

“I think you found yourself a ~boyfriend~,” Lila said in a sing-song voice. Mari’s blush deepened at that.

“I-no-!-He-!” Mari stuttered out, unable to form a single sentence while her friends laughed around her. “Oh!” she crossed her arms on the table and slammed her head down onto them. Adrien smiled softly as he patted her back while Lila covered her mouth with her hand to stifle giggles.

“Don’t worry Maribug, I’m sure he’d be delighted to be dating you,” Adrien said as Chloe nodded agreement next to him, leaning closer against him to look at her.

“Adrikins is right! He’d be a fool to not want to date you,” Chloe declared with a nod that the others shared.

“I agree. If he doesn’t ask you out today, then you need to do it yourself Mari,” Kim said with a serious look

“I-I wouldn’t even know how to!” Mari said with wide eyes and the table chuckled softly or shook their heads.

“Just be straight forward. Say how you feel then ask ‘would you go out on a date with me?’. Or, if that’s too scary ask him to hang out with you, alone,” Lila said and the group nodded agreement. Right then, the doors opened showing Damian entering with two people.

“Jon!” Chloe yelled out excited and the two got up quickly and ran over to Jon. Jon smiled as he hugged the two.

“I know it’s only been a couple of days, but that’s two days too long,” Jon whispered and the two nodded agreement.

“Definitely,” Chloe said pulling him to the table. Jon happily let them pull him to a table and sat between the two, holding their hands.

“Jon and Ember were walking by as I came back,” Damian said as Ember waved to them with a smile.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet Jon and Damian’s friends! Damian doesn’t admit it, but we’re friends,” Ember greeted, saying the last part in a mock whispered that had the group snorting while Damian rolled his eyes. “But call me Elle! Practically everyone does,” she said as the group smiled at her.

“How’d you meet him?” Kim asked leaning onto the table, wanting to know the story since when he first met Damian so long ago the dude was rather cold still.

“Jon. I was friends with Jon since he helped me in elementary school. And so then Jon and Damian became sorta friends. When that happened, I was introduced to Damian. It was hard but he likes me now,” she said and the group nodded.

“Is he still called ‘Ice Prince’?” Nino asked, pushing his cap back a bit.

“Oh ya. I have been warned against talking to him by like....everyone it seems at some point since I joined GA this year,” Ember said with a laugh and Damian had a smirk at that, a soft snort leaving him that only Mari heard.

“Really? Why’s that?” Max asked then, pausing in his typing on his phone.

“All the freshmen get warned about him. Even tho it was...what....years ago that you broke a kid’s arm?” Ember asked looking over at Damian who nodded.

“Yes. I broke a kids arm when I was in fifth grade. Give or take 8 years ago,” Damian replied and Ember nodded.

“Wait......freshmen? You were warned about him even thou you were there for that?” Kim asked confused and Ember shook her head.

“I wasn’t there for that exactly. I’m a freshman right now....well sophomore now while they’re seniors.”

“Oh, ok. You’re younger than them,” Nino replied and Ember nodded with a smile.

“H-hey, Mari?” a timid voice called. The group turned to see Alya standing there looking rather shy, which was weird for them. “I talked to Ms. Bustier and got us the day off. I thought you’d like to have a break from working and hang out with your friends,” Alya said and Mari gave the girl a small smile and nod.

“Thank you, Alya,” Mari said and Alya gave Mari one last timid smile before going back to the others that were sort of being shunned by Mari and her friends.

“That was nice of her,” Damian commented as he watched Alya sit down, looking down, he could only guess it was her phone.

“It was,” Mari agreed, she knew, or could guess that is, why Alya was doing it. But she wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive Alya and the others yet, let alone become their friends again, after everything.

“Since we have the day off, why don’t we do something?” Lila asked with a tilt of her head. The group nodded excitedly in agreement.

“We should! Maybe a park?” Sabrina suggested and the group nodded as Mari looked over at Damian with a tilt of her head.

“Are there any parks you’d suggest for us to visit?” Mari asked and Damian’s head tilted just slightly as he thought about it before nodding.

“Yes. There’s a lovely park a few miles away. Not many people visit it due to it being owned by Poison Ivy, but that’s even better since there won’t be any ruckus to disturb the beauty,” Damian said, and that had Mari beaming.

“Really? Let’s go!” Mari said and the group laughed softly at her eagerness. They all stood up and left the hotel, following Damian as he led the way while Ember chatted with Lila about the two, and Jon was distracted by his girlfriend and boyfriend.

Damian had the softest look on his face as he watched Mari look around the park in awe. He watched as she flitted about sketching things and taking pictures. Jon had a small smile as he looked between his lovers and Damian. “You should ask her out,” Jon said softly as Mari talked excitedly with her friends.

“Maybe I will,” Damian said softly as he started making his way over to Mari. Mari glanced over curious when Lila pointed out he was coming over. “May I speak to you alone?” he asked and Mari nodded and followed him to a willow tree at the corner and pack of the park with lanterns hanging intermittently from its branches.

Foxy @actingfordays

OMG!!! Look what’s happening!!! Is it what I think!?!? #omg #isit? #opt *picture of Damian and Mari under the willow tree*

      A Blocked Owl @owlforlife

      Oh my god. THE OTP IS HAPPENING!!! #otp #iceprincesunshine #sunshinechild

Ok, so this update was delayed....but I did get this done BEFORE wednesday!! So hah! I hope you guys enjoyed this chap! I bet you guys can guess whats gonna happen next chap!! Until next time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

#fanfic #fanfic update #update #my writing #A New Hero #anh #daminette #maribat #ml x dc #Alya Grayson #Lana Grayson #Xander Grayson #ocs #chap 19

[just-give-me-half-a-cup]

Bouquet

Inspired by the song Bouquet by Ethan Jewell, would reccomend listening to it.

Haven't really proofread it, so if there are mistakes, let me know and I'll fix it. We die like men baby.

I also only write after 11:30pm, so god help my brain.

Heavy eating disorder tw, as that is the main plot, please take care with reading it if that effects you.

All based on my own experience with eating disorders.

Enjoy

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now.

In which Race is being a little too self sacrificing, and Jack and Spot stop him from pushing it too far

***

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now. He couldn't help but look after everyone around him.

Whether it was skipping a meal so one of the younger kids had enough - he wasn't the only who did that after all - or giving his coat up on a cold morning, Race was happy to do it so the kids would be okay. 

He and Jack were very similar, only Race was a little more self sacrificing. 

Sure he often went to bed with an empty stomach, desperate for food, or returned home with blue lips and shaking hands, but what did that matter. 

*

Race was the first one up that morning. Outside with a lit cigar at least twenty minutes before the morning bell went off. His mind was fuzzy, thanks to the lack of food and sleep. 

His mind was too fuzzy to remember how long it had been since he'd last eaten, but he did know he hadn't slept in the same amount of time. 

It was going to be a long day. That's what Race decided, as the boys of the lodgings began to wake. 

A happy buzz filled the air, and Race couldn't help but smile. It made everything worth it when he saw everyone so happy. 

"Mornin' Racer." Jack's voice came from behind him. 

Race turned to face the elder, willing his hands to stop shaking as he dared to remove the cigar from his mouth. 

Jack often said he was too dependent on the cigars, and quite frankly, Race agreed. He needed them to stop his mind from going too fast. Racing if you would. Even when they weren't lit, just having something there calmed his mind, and grounded him.

"Mornin' Jackie," Race smiled weakly. He looked like utter crap, and he knew it. He'd looked at himself this morning and could he looked a breath away from keeling over. 

"Youse is up early, couldn't ya sleep?" Jack asked, leaning himself against the wall of the lodgings as he stifled a yawn. 

None of them really slept enough. Not even the littles, who they forced into bed at eight o'clock. 

"Woke early, wanted a little peace 'fore these lot got up," Race explained lamely, taking another long drag from the cigar. The fuzz of his brain was beginning to fade, giving him more chance of being good for selling. 

Jack nodded, "m'kay Racer, D'you wanna come sellin' wif me t'day?" He was fidgeting with his hands, something Jack always did when he was worried. 

And right now Jack was more worried than ever. Race didn't look well, and Jack hated that he'd let that happen. 

"Nah, I'm good sellin' in Brooklyn, I said I's would go an' see Spot today, ain't seen 'im in a while," Race mumbled he eyelids trying to close. He was dead tired. But catching sight of Romeo and Elmer coming downstairs, he forced them open, he had to be okay for them. 

"Okay, I guess I's will havta force ya to spend time wif me later then," Jack smiled, ruffling Romeo's hair as the kid walked out the door. 

There was a muffled complaint from the kid, followed with a cheeky grin as he ran off round the corner. 

Race was pleased to see the kid full of energy. Romeo was his little brother after all, and they were all too similar. Having seen Romeo so sick a couple days ago, it made Race smile that little bit more. 

"Youse never havta force me to be with ya Jackie, I's will sell wif youse t'morrow if ya want." 

Jack walked forwards and wrapped his arms round Race. "Only if youse wants to Racer," he said, patting the younger lightly on the back. He could feel the younger shaking, and that did nothing but add to his worry. 

"Course I's does." 

*

When breakfast came, Race couldn't stop his stomach from rumbling. He wasn't going to eat though. The thought of food just made him feel sick, which would make it a waste. It was no good wasting it on him when one of the kids could get a little extra into them. 

This morning, his breakfast went to Buttons, who had woken up with a cough the day before.

"Eat up kid," Race said, handing him a biscuit, "we's can't have ya bein' all sick." 

He tried to ignore his shaking hands, or the beating of his heart as he sipped at his coffee. 

"Thanks Racer, I's was really hungry this mornin'," Buttons said, beaming up at Race. He took a bite, then let out a little cough, the cold that was currently working its way around the lodgings, finding its next victim. 

This made the empty pit that was Race's stomach fill with joy. Which was better than food really. Watching the people he cared about smile, made all his pain worth it.

A few seconds later, Albert walked over, holding a biscuit out for Race. 

"I got two, guessed you'd give yours away again," Albert said, fear filling his eyes. 

The two of them were basically twins. They were as close as two people could be, as thick as thieves, always looking out for one another. 

Albert had noticed a while ago the Race wasn't eating properly. Before Jack had done, which really wasn't a surprise. He just didn't know how to say anything. Albert didn't want to upset his best friend, he didn't want to cause an argument, he just wanted Race to be okay. 

"I's 'kay thanks Albie, coffee's good this mornin'," Race said quickly, taking a large gulp of the pretty awful tasting coffee. They'd all grown used to that taste, since it was something that kept them going.

"Well I's ain't gonna eat two," Albery frowned, keeping his arm extended. Jack often told him he was stubborn, but he knew Race was worse. 

"Give it ta one a the twins, they's normally sharin' one," Race suggested, taking his last mouthful of coffee before giving the cup back to the nuns. 

Albert sighed, he'd talk to Jack, see if their leader could get a better result. 

*

While walking over the Brooklyn bridge, Race couldn't deny he felt dizzy. He'd only managed half the sales he'd usually have got by this point in his journey. A result of being quite so delirious. 

He'd make up for it once he reached sheepshead. Race always had been a good seller, it was just a bit easier when he could actually read the headline. 

After a few failed attempts, with his voice deciding to slur, Race sat down, desperate for the fuzz in his brain to leave him alone. 

He wasn't quite sure how long he was sat there, head in his hands, but when he looked up again, Jack was stood in front of him. 

"Is youse followin' me or somefin'." His tone was aggressive, Race was annoyed. He didn't try standing, he knew he couldn't, so Race just glared at Jack waiting for the elder to say something. 

Jack shook his head, "we's is meetin' someone, is youse okay ta stand?" he asked, taking Race's papers and adding them to his own pile. 

With what was entirely stubbornness and stupidity, Race forced himself onto his feet, and pretended he wasn't now clinging to Jack like his life depended on it. 

"You're an idiot Racer," Jack said softly, taking the majority of the younger's weight as they walked the rest of the way over the bridge. 

Race let out a small grunt in response, he didn't feel with it enough to find words.

They reached a small alley in Brooklyn, and Jack stopped, still holding Race up.

 Catch," came a voice from the other end of the street. 

Race saw the object flying towards him, but his brain was nowhere near fast enough to catch it. He was just waiting for it to hit his head. 

Jack - using only instinct, the first catch of his life - caught the object, which was a small apple, and handed it to Race. 

"Whachu tryna do Conlon, knock 'im out?" Jack asked, smiling at the Brooklyn leader. 

Spot let out a small laugh, "mornin' Racer, thought we's was meetin' later." 

At that, Race simply hummed. He didn't have the energy to do anything else. Black spots were swarming his vision, and Race didn't think he would be able to stay awake much longer. 

"Race," Jack's voice came from beside him, but it felt a million miles away. 

Everything was going quiet. Even the usual noise of the city felt distant, almost like Race was in a bubble. 

The back dots grew bigger, till they filled his vision and Race collapsed out of Jack's hold, slipping into an endless darkness.

*

When Race opened his eyes again, both Spot and Jack were close to him. He quickly realised he was in the Brooklyn lodgings, having spent many a night there. 

Race didn't try to move, he knew he was too weak to manage that, since he'd pushed it too far this time. 

"Mornin' idiot," Jack said, trying to look grumpy at Race. This wasn't successful, as the fear and worry was far too obvious. 

 "'Ow long was I out?" Race asked, voice slurring slightly. 

"Three hours, ya really are an idiot Racer. Why's ain't youse eatin' or sleepin'?" Spot said, standing further away, but looking just as concerned. He folded his arms, leaning against the wall as he waited for Race to reply. 

"The sleepin' ain't my fault. Nightmares 'ave been keepin' me up. I's can't help it sometimes," Race shrugged, curling in on himself. 

Jack sat himself beside Race, brushing the messy blond curls out of the youngers face, "tha's when ya come an' wake me." 

"Jack, youse has the little ones waking ya like three times a night-" Race was cut off. 

"I don' care Racer, ya can't go three days without sleepin' it ain't okay." 

Race gave Jack a little nod. He wanted to pretend everything was okay, and that he was fine. But he wasn't. He was so far from alright. 

"We's gon' have lunch together Race, there's no gettin' out of it," Spot said in a quiet voice, only half clenching his fists. 

"I," Race said, unable to find words for the first time in his life. He looked up at Jack in fear, incapable of describing the terror he was experiencing. 

"Ya gotta eat every day Racer, I knows youse never has breakfast, an' youse always disappearin' at dinner. We's worried about ya," Jack said softly, his hands shuffling anxiously. 

"Youse won't make me have other meals?" 

"Not if it's too much," Jack half smiled. 

"M'kay Spottie, I's will have lunch wif youse," Race said, looking over at Spot as he took in a deep breath. 

Spot nodded in response. He wanted to be close to Race, but he didn't want to get too close with Jack around. So many people knew about their relationship, but it was different being affectionate in front of people. 

"We's got some soup, can ya eat for us Racer?" 

"If ya help me up Jackie," Race responded, his stomach letting out a loud rumble. His hands were shaking, and he was still afraid of eating, but he was with two of his favourite people, so things had to be okay. 

Jack slowly brought Race into a sitting position, getting him to rest his head against the wall in case he got dizzy again. "I's gonna leave ya here with Conlon, an' he's gon' look after ya till youse don't look half dead anymore. Is youse okay wif tha'?" 

Race nodded his head slightly, "'m sure Spottie will take great care of me," he smirked, "you get out sellin' make sure the kids are alright." 

"I'll see ya soon Racer," Jack said, shaking his head fondly. He quickly ruffled the kid's hair, before grabbing all three stacks of papers, and skipping out of the Brooklyn lodgings. 

When Jack was out of sight, Spot unfolded his arms and settled himself beside Race. 

"I-" Race tried but Spot instantly cut him off. 

"No, you gotta stop this shit Race. Stop bein' so bloddy self sacrificin'. Winter's comin' soon, an' I can't lose you," Spot said, his usually aggressive facial expression settling into one of pure care and concern. 

"I love you Spottie, I's don' wanna leave youse, I promise." 

"I love you too Racer." 

*

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now. Luckily, he had some amazing people around him to make sure he always had at least one flower remaining, to keep him going. 

He was going to be okay, he knew that now. All Race had to do, was keep hold of that flower.

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Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Thirty-One

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Kit was still snoring spectacularly when the smell of pancakes came wafting through the house. The kitchen was bustling with hungry redheads, all elbowing each other for the first plate. Surprisingly, it wasn't a desire for food that woke Alistair. Siofra had accidentally left the door ajar when she went to get breakfast, and Finny took the invitation, leaping onto the bed and snuffling the boys. Alistair squealed under the mound of dog on his head, then spluttered with laugher. “Finny! You scared me to death.”

Finny boofed cheerfully in response, shoving his nose under the blankets to give Alistair's face a lick. Kit was scrambling around in his heap of blankets, woken by the commotion.

“It’s okay, Kit, it’s just Finny,” Alistair said, trying to sit up. “Happy Boxing Day.”

"Happier if I wasn't being assaulted in my sleep." Kit grumbled. Finny boofed and licked him as well. Kit shrieked.

Alistair laughed. “He just licked you, Kit!”

"I know! It's disgusting! Now I smell like dog!" Kit wailed. Siofra's head popped in the door, her hair frizzy from sleeping.

"Who's gettin' murdered in here?"

“Kit’s being licked to death,” Alistair said.

"Get off 'im, then." Siofra laughed. She let Kit squirm under Finny a moment longer before yelling "Oi! Get down." The dog hopped off the bed at once, cheerfully wagging his tail. Kit popped out of the blankets, red-faced and horrified.

"I've been defiled."

"Ain't the first time. Shower's open, if ye want it." Siofra offered. Kit nodded, and she went off to find him a fresh towel.

“I wish you two wouldn’t say gross shit in front of me,” Alistair sighed.

"And I wish you wouldn't lick your fingers when you eat something sticky." Kit replied, climbing out of bed to search through his luggage for a change of clothes.

“What else am I supposed to do with them?”

"Wipe them on a napkin! Wash them! Anything else!" Kit cried, thumbing between several pairs of sleek, dark jeans. He'd set out a sweater already, navy-blue cashmere with accented stitching around the collar. Eventually, he settled on the charcoal jeans, grabbing a pair of blue-black socks to finish it off. "I'm going to shower. Don't let the dog follow me."

Finny boofed at Alistair, wagging his tail. Alistair shook his head. “I appreciate you, Finny.” Finny hopped back onto the bed, climbing onto Alistair's chest to lick his face. Siofra peeked in a moment later, having thrown a stack of towels at Kit.

"Oi, you comin' to break — dammit, Finny, I toldja get off!"

Finny whined dramatically, turning to give Siofra a sad look. Alistair grinned. “Come on, Finny, I’ll feed you a bit of breakfast,” he whispered.

The dog jumped off the bed at once, trotting to the kitchen with Alistair in tow. Siofra shook her head, closing the door behind them to get dressed. "Idiots."

Gran was still in the kitchen, a massive bowl of pancake batter slowly depleting beside the stove. Riagán and Mr. Rafferty were sitting at the table eating, while Cillian waited for her to finish piling his second plate. She didn't hear Alistair come in, but she felt Finny nosing her side in search of food.

"Well, hello there, mister. I'm afraid these aren't for you," said Gran. Finny whined dramatically, but she just shook her head. "Try someone more gullible, dear." Finny quickly turned to look at Alistair again. Cillian snorted. Even Alistair smiled, putting a finger to his lips conspiratorially in Finny's direction. Now Gran followed Finny's gaze. "Mr. Heathen! Were ye plannin' to say good mornin', or didja just wanna stand there all day?"

“Um. Morning?” Alistair went red. His own family had never greeted each other kindly, morning or otherwise.

Gran laughed. “I ain’t gonna bite, I just wanted a hello. Ye want some pancakes?” She asked, gesturing with the pan as she flipped a cake.

“Yes please.”

“Alright, hang on.” Gran hip-checked Cillian out of the way, grabbing a fresh plate to stack pancakes on. He cried out in protest.

“Gran! I’ve been waitin’!”

“For yer seconds. Be patient, fat-arse, you’ve already outgrown the poor lad.” Gran said, dropping a pancake on the plate and pouring a fresh one. Once it was cooking peacefully in the pan, she turned to Alistair. “Help yerself to a drink while ya wait. I’ve got tea, coffee, milk.” She gestured towards the fridge with her spatula. Alistair got a coffee, going to sit at the table. He still wasn’t completely comfortable talking to all Siofra’s lively family.

Riagan and Mr. Rafferty looked up from their plates, nodding at him. It was Riagan who spoke first, since he knew Alistair better. “Ye ever call your boyfriend, or didja just talk about it an’ forget?” He asked.

“I called him after Kit went to sleep.”

“He doin’ alright?” Riagan asked. He wasn’t super familiar with Julius, but it was hard to hate someone who was basically an anthropomorphic lamb.

“Yeah… His family all love each other and everything. He actually likes going home,” Alistair said. He sighed. “Miss him though.”

“Gay.” Riagan grinned, taking another bite of his pancakes. Gran thumped him.

“If yer gonna take the piss out’o someone, at least be creative.”

“It’s alright, it was an accurate statement,” Alistair said.

Gran chuckled and shook her head. "I'll never understand you children. But at least I know how to feed ya." She offered Alistair a towering plate of pancakes. "Syrup's on the table."

He took it and poured a liberal amount, glad Kit wasn’t around yet to tell him how gross all that sweet stuff was. It still looked like a snack compared to the portions Siofra’s brothers were eating. A cold, wet nose brushed up against his leg, and Finny boofed, having been promised a snack. Alistair slipped him a pancake under the table, looking around for someone with bacon. He’d have to quickly pinch a streak, since Siofra knew he didn’t eat meat. Finny happily scarfed the pancake. There was a plate of bacon in the middle of the table, next to a heap of scrambled eggs. Alistair waited until everyone seemed distracted by their own plates, then hastily grabbed a couple of rashers and dropped them on the floor for Finny. The dog was crunching happily when his owner walked in.

"Oi, what'd I miss?" Siofra asked, grabbing a coffee and dropping down next to Alistair.

"Nothing interesting, I'm afraid." Gran said. "Where's yer lovely date got off to? Still asleep?"

“He was in the shower when I left,” Alistair said.

"Finny licked 'im." Siofra grinned, "'e was shriekin' like I beat 'im with a bag'o bubonic plague."

“He’s always been like that with animals. On the island he used to run away screaming when I caught lizards to show him,” Alistair said.

Riagán snorted. "How big were they?"

“Small enough for a fat five year old to catch them and carry them around.”

Now both brothers were cackling. "Don't he have dragon tattoos?" Cillian asked.

"Yep." Siofra laughed, "Not scared'o needles or giant monsters, but a lil salamander? Lord save 'im."

“Anything small, really. Including children,” Alistair said.

"I don't like children because they're messy and loud. Though based on that, it's a miracle I like you," came Kit's voice from down the hall. "By the way," he continued, "it's rude to talk about people when they're not around."

"Sorry! Thought ye were busy bein' a germaphobe!" Siofra called back.

"I'm done showering. Just brushing my hair now." Kit's usual hour-long shower had been interrupted by the freezing reality of a small water heater tank.

"Oh, so we'll see ye next year then?" Siofra asked.

"You'll see me never with that attitude!" Kit said, hoping she couldn't hear his muffled laugh.

“It’ll be way longer than next year. Practically next Christmas,” Alistair said.

"Very funny, Al! I keep my hair nice, so it doesn't take nearly as long to brush as yours." Kit quipped back.

“I don’t brush mine.”

"Is that why ya look so shitty?" Siofra asked, grinning.

“Partly. The rest is my face,” Alistair said, deadpan.

"Maybe that's why Julie likes ya. He's too short to have a good view of either." Riagán offered.

“He’s just very very good at liking ugly shit if it’s on me. He’s very tolerant of it.”

"It's truly a miracle you found him." Kit said, finally coming to sit at the table with everyone. He had no interest in pancakes, or bacon for that matter, but he grabbed a mug of tea before sitting down. He saw Alistair once when he was grabbing bacon for Finny, and Alistair made eyes at him not to tell anyone. Kit just rolled his eyes and went back to stirring his tea. "Do you all do anything special on Boxing Day?" He asked.

"Not really." Siofra shrugged. "Sometimes if we're feelin' nice, we'll go help neighbours shovel snow, but… I don't feel that nice today. We'll probably just go down to the park in a bit, walk Finny, go sledgin'."

"Ah. Fun." Kit forced a smile, but he couldn't have been less excited.

Alistair snorted. “If you’re looking for a way to dispose of Kit, there’s plenty of quicker ways than hypothermia.”

"Well, I figured ‘e'd wear a jacket… or ten." Siofra shrugged. "I have some extras he can put over top if need be."

Kit tried to smile gratefully, but he was really grimacing.

“He’s really not a fan of the cold…”

"Well I know that. What would ya rather do, then, Ice Princess?" Siofra asked.

Kit ducked his head sheepishly. "I don't want to interrupt your plans. If I don't go, I'll help Al set up his new tablet -" Siofra snorted, and Kit amended, "keep him company while he sets it up."

"Maybe he wants to go sledgin' with Finny." Siofra challenged, her tone light and teasing.

"Then I'll just stay here and become your grandmother's new favourite." Kit teased back.

"You're already in the runnin’," Gran piped up, setting the last of the pancakes on the center of the table. She'd finally run out of batter and was sitting down with a cup of tea.

“I’d go. I haven’t been sledding since…” He paused. “I don’t even know. Since I was like, five.”

"Really?" Even Kit looked surprised. "Julie never wanted to go?"

“It’s never really snowed when we’ve been visiting his family, I know he’s gone before. There’s nowhere to sled in the city,” he said. “Plus I worry about him out in the cold for a long time. He starts coughing a lot.”

"Ah, that's fair. I haven't been sledding since hypothermia. I took Elle skating a few times, though." Kit mused.

"Elle? Is that the guy who booted ye just before we met?" Siofra asked.

"Yeah…" Kit said, grinning sheepishly.

"Who would ever dump you?" Gran cried incredulously.

"Oh, he… he was right to do it. I was being a pretty lousy boyfriend." Kit replied hastily.

"Oh, I doubt that. You're such a charmin’ young man!"

Siofra kicked lightly at her grandmother under the table, muttering in Gaelic, "Stuff it Gran. It was a mess and he's probably still upset."

Gran begrudgingly quieted down, while Kit just sipped his tea, realizing he'd never told Siofra he knew Gaelic. He glanced over at Alistair, suddenly unsure if he'd told his cousin either. Alistair winked at him, grinning. He knew alright. Kit smiled back over his mug, taking another sip before saying, "If you all really want to go, I suppose I could climb inside a taxidermied polar bear and brave the weather."

“Imagine if you did. All the other people sledding would shit their pants,” Alistair snorted. “Remember when we went around your father’s house putting sandwiches in the mouths of all his taxidermied animals?” By “we” Alistair really meant himself, Kit had just been present (and begging him to stop the whole time).

"I remember." Kit sighed. "They didn't find all the sandwiches right away, and Father was rioting for a week because the house smelled like mayonnaise."

“I’m still pretty proud of that,” Alistair admitted.

"Of course you are." Kit rolled his eyes, looking over at Siofra as she stood up from the table and gathered empty plates. He took his empty mug to the sink himself, following along after her. "Are we… intruding? I feel like this should be a thing for your family and Al and I are interrupting."

"Well, if it were a thing for my family, there'd be near thirty more people here. My dad's brother has five kids, and my mum had five siblings, and most'o them have kids, and almost half'o those kids have kids. We just like to see Gran when we get a chance. If ye were intrudin', ye wouldn't'a been invited in the first place." She shrugged, taking the mug from him to wash in the sink with the plates. "Go start puttin' sweaters on. I'm sure I'll be done before ya."

"I don't need that many sweaters…" Kit mumbled, but he hurried away nonetheless. The necklace Alistair had given him was sitting under his current sweater — he wondered if it would be safe. The chain felt so fragile, he was afraid tumbling down a hill could snap it.

Alistair followed him, nudging his cousin. “Irish family, huh? All those siblings and kids.”

"I mean, mum's family was pretty big up until her generation. And Grandfather had like seven siblings." Kit pointed out. He dug through his bags, pulling out several sweaters. "Do you think my necklace will be safe or should I take it off?"

“It’ll probably be okay under your million layers. Sledging isn’t much of an extreme sport. Or at least it wasn’t last time I did it,” Alistair said. He paused. “Seven siblings? I thought it was five! Which two am I missing..?”

"Catherine and Bernard." Kit replied without hesitation. They'd had this conversation quite a few times.

“Oh yeah, those two. Catherine was that one who used to give me cough sweets and call it candy. Why do weird old people do that?”

"I think that was candy by their standards. The olden days didn't have a lot of sweet flavouring." Kit shrugged. "Help me with this sweater?"

Alistair pulled it over Kit’s head. “Don’t know why you have maids when you’ve got me, you know.”

"The maids know how to clean. But they're not here." Kit shrugged, smoothing out his new layer before handing Alistair another sweater.

“I can clean,” Alistair said, pulling the new sweater on too. “Just not obsessively.”

"Mnn, you say that, but I've seen you with chocolate on your face hours after you last ate." Kit countered, looking in the mirror at his last sweater. He still wasn't as wide at the waist as Alistair, but he no longer looked like a skeleton with so many layers.

“I was only little!” Alistair nudged him gently. “You’ve probably put on thirty pounds with those coats.”

"More like ten. I don't think I'd be able to stand if it were thirty." Kit laughed, pulling out several thick coats from another suitcase. He laid them on the bed in order of how he'd put them on, reaching back in the suitcase for a long cashmere scarf, a luxurious dark-furred ushanka hat, and equally well-lined leather gloves. He wrapped the scarf snugly round his neck before beginning to layer on coats.

“How have you never been mugged?” Alistair sighed. “You’re exactly the type of person they’d target.”

"I don't go where people get mugged." Kit replied flatly. "Help me button my coat?" He asked. He'd tucked his gloves into the sleeves of the last one, but now he wasn't nimble enough to button. Alistair rolled his eyes and helped him.

“You’re like one of my kids.”

"Are you working with children already in your training?" Kit looked surprised, then felt like an ass for not knowing.

“Not as much as I’d like, and not care kids yet. We mostly just help out at holiday camps and classrooms. But it’s still great fun,” Alistair said.

Kit shook his head. "I can't imagine doing that voluntarily, much less enjoying it." He smoothed his outermost coat. "You need to put on a coat, too. Did you pack something warm?"

“Of course I did.” He pulled on his own coat, which was a good deal cheaper and shabbier than Kit’s, as usual.  

Siofra came into the room as Alistair was putting on his jacket. She took on look at Kit, who was twice as broad as usual with layers of coats swallowing him, and burst out laughing. "Fuckin' hell! Are ye on yer way to Moscow?"

"Ew, no. There are better places in Russia to visit. And better places to visit than Russia." Kit replied.

Siofra rolled her eyes, muttering about jet-setting posh boys as she took off her t-shirt, throwing it in Kit's face. She grabbed a sweater from her bag, pulling that on and digging through a haphazardly packed heap of clothes in search of a proper coat. Kit struggled to get her shirt off his face, as his many layers made it hard to fully bend his arms. Siofra looked up when he made a frustrated noise, only to howl with laughter again. Alistair joined in too. “You look a little kid in a snowsuit!”

"I just don't want to get cold!" Kit cried indignantly. Even he couldn't help starting to laugh at the absurdity as he fruitlessly struggled to bend his elbows enough to grab the shirt. He gave up flailing before long. "Sheef, please. Help."

Siofra popped up from where she'd stuffed her head in her suitcase, reaching over and snatching the shirt effortlessly off his face. She threw it on the floor and kissed his cheek. "There ye go. Idiot." Turning back to her bag, she stuffed seemingly her whole arm into the sea of clothes, rifling around for a minute before feeling a familiar waterproof lining. "A-ha!" She cried, triumphantly yanking the coat out of her suitcase. Several other things came flying out of the bag, but she just kicked them under the chair the suitcase was sitting in.

Kit was staring at her in astonishment. He couldn't understand how anyone could live with such chaos, much less find anything in it. Siofra saw him gawking, and she grinned, grabbing a beanie and gloves from the side pocket of her suitcase. "What's got ye so fascinated? My shirt ain't even off."

"How did you even find that in there?"

"I knew I packed it. Knew what it felt like. Just gotta keep gropin'." Siofra shrugged, slinging the jacket around her shoulders and stuffing her arms through the sleeves.

“All his stuff is meticulously organised,” Alistair explained.

"Yea, but does he organize it, or does the help do it?" Siofra asked, doing a mockingly posh accent when she said ‘the help.'

“What do you think?” Alistair muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Figured." Siofra shook her head. "C'mon, princess, my brothers are waitin' on us." She said, dragging Kit along while he whined about how he paid his servants and they weren't slaves or anything.

“They’re actually quite decent, most of them,” Alistair said. “When I was little they’d slip me sweets if I sang silly nursery rhymes for them.”

"Still gotta be lousy to spend yer life workin' for some rich wanker. Can't imagine livin' back when everybody did." Siofra grumbled.

"I mean, you'd probably be a court performer or something. Might even find yourself a decent husband if you struck a minor nobleman's fancy." Kit offered.

Siofra scoffed. "Oh, yeah. That's way better. Be a dancin' monkey an' then upgrade to fucktoy."

“I don’t think most would dance anyway. Not back then. Only the pretty ones,” Alistair added.

"Are ye sayin' I ain't even pretty enough to dance for rich twats?" Siofra raised one eyebrow menacingly.

“No, I’m just saying it’s even more unfair if you happen to be poor and ugly.”

"Oh. Fair. It'd be shit to be you back then, eh?" She asked.

Kit laughed so hard, he snorted, and he instinctively covered his mouth. Embarrassed as he was, he couldn't help adding, "No, Al was born noble. He'd just be hidden in a tower where no one could see him, sort of like Quasimodo."

“Fine! He had way more fun. I’d spend my time climbing over the roof and rescuing gypsy girls,” Alistair said.

"Who's stealin’ gypsies?" Gran asked, giving them a confused look as they walked into the living room.

"Don't worry about it." Siofra laughed. "Did the lads already grab the sledges?"

"Yep. They're waitin' out front." Gran nodded. Siofra hugged her before heading for the door.

"We'll be back in a bit."

"Don't rush yer fun. I'll just be nappin'." Gran said, grinning and pulling down Siofra's hat over her eyes. "Dont freeze, either."

Siofra laughed and fixed her hat. "See ye, Gran." She led the boys outside, where her brothers had shoveled earlier this morning. The path was still fairly clear, since it had stopped snowing around dawn. The second she stepped outside, Riagán nailed her in the face with a snowball. She yelped, and Finny came galloping over to see what was wrong.

"Finny, he got me!" She cried, "Avenge me!"

Finny boofed and sped off towards Riagán, tackling him into the snow. He yelled when the dog hit him, but he was laughing before he hit the ground. He wrestled with Finny for a bit before climbing to his feet. "C'mon, boy! We're goin' to the park! Can ya lead the way?" He asked. That was all the incentive Finny needed to go dashing through the snow, Cillian and Riagán close behind. Siofra walked a bit slower, knowing Kit wouldn't be able to keep pace. Alistair stuck by his side too, almost instinctively.

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[lordshaxx]

decided to have some fun with the polyarmory by writin a lil thing for @autobotbara‘s piece right here bc im good at emo stuff

written from the perspective of my shaxx bc im still gettin a grasp on @autobotbara and @gildedskeleton‘s shaxxes trust me when i say we all have different personalities for them ok

he inhales sharply as his eyes snap open – a bad idea, he realizes in retrospect, as his chest constricts and a sharp pain shoots across his body in a familiar pattern causing him to roll over, dry heaving before breaking into a small fit of coughs. he fumbles for a moment with the bottle of water on the nightstand before getting a solid grasp on it, emptying the bottle in two gulps before slumping over with a sigh; the titan knew it had been hopeless to even think that just maybe the phantom pains and the aches would go away.

but it looks like the nine want him here too.

rolling back over, his gaze falls onto the two sleeping figures stacked together and he’s almost relieved that he hadn’t woken them up with his mini-episode. when he leans closer, however, the painful glow of his lightscar dimly highlights two sleepy but concerned faces; a hand reaches up as his tattooed partner frowns, fingers undoing the loose braid, allowing him to focus on the strands being combed through rather than the obvious pain coursing through.

  “ it’s acting up again, isn’t it? ” it’s strange to hear his own voice come from a face that isn’t exactly his but at the same time… it’s comforting. their voices aren’t exactly the same but if one weren’t paying attention, lord shaxx ought to be having a conversation with himself when all three of them spoke.

he doesn’t speak though. doesn’t want his voice to crack or break the rest of himself. he offers a quiet nod, slow, unused to the concern – doesn’t stop him from leaning down, closer to the pair. 

their lights are intertwined still from where his own tore away; there’s a vague shape of his lingering and he fits himself back in the niche, relaxing at the warmth that curls around him. he wonders if they can feel any of that. the pain in his scar and its hellish blue glow begin to dim. it always does when he’s with them.

everything here is so different, everyone’s lights so open, making their emotions so unnecessarily free to him. lightscars don’t plague these two nor guardians from their homes, it seems. maybe that’s what makes them seem less cracked than he is, less… broken.

  “ i’ll be fine, ” he says eventually, a hoarse whisper more than anything. he’s given two sleepy smiles in response.

  “ it’s okay not to be fine sometimes, yeah? ” this comes from their far sleepier partner who rests a hand over the awoken’s own left hand. the words, no matter how faint they had been delivered, strike some unknown chord in him; he’d never really heard anything like that before – he makes a mental note to ask what that means in the morning. he’s had his ups and downs but he’s always fine in the end.

right?

  “ you’re thinking too hard again, ” the deeper toned shaxx teases.

  “ what makes you think that? ” he retorts.

  “ your ears twitch all weird when you’re thinking way too hard about something, ” the other pipes up, surprising the awoken with the fact that he’s even still awake.

  “ go back to sleep. ” there’s a soft sleepy laugh that ends up muffled as he buries his face in the other’s chest.

  “ he’s not wrong, we think it’s cute. ” a hand reaches up, brushing away strands of hair before gently rolling calloused fingers over the pointed ears. they twitch reflexively, pressing flat against the awoken’s head as he purses his lips in mock frustration. “ hey, don’t give me that. that hurts my feelings. ”

  “ yeah, your shit-eating grin is a dead giveaway. ” he rolls his eyes before moving to lay back down, wincing as the fabric of his shirt brushes up against the faintly-glowing scar. it takes some adjustment, ending with him curled slightly next to his partners before his body deems it comfortable enough to stop screaming at him.

the hand never stops combing through his hair in the meantime while the other doesn’t let go of his wrist. comforts he didn’t know he needed during the interim of nightly pain. but it helped.

  “ let me braid your hair tomorrow. for the morning matches. it’ll be nice. ” his light flutters hopefully with his heart.

  “ alright. ” one tends to know themselves better than anyone else anyways.

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