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catn4pp · 29 days

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Harvey x Reader | Scars

an: FIRST STARDEW VALLEY FICC!!! LETS GOOO

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The day was just like any other in Pelican Town, with the sun lazily making its way across the sky, casting golden hues over the valley. You had ventured into the mines, determined to gather some precious resources to upgrade your tools for the farm. However, luck wasn’t on your side today, as you ended up with a minor injury—a small cut on your arm from a slip while mining.

As you returned home to your cozy farmhouse, you tried your best to hide the injury from your husband, Harvey, not wanting to worry him unnecessarily. But Harvey, being the observant and caring man he was, noticed the slight limp in your step as you entered the house.

“Hey, love, how was your day?” Harvey greeted you with a warm smile, setting aside his medical books as he noticed your return.

“Uh, it was fine, Harvey,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you quickly moved towards the bedroom, hoping to avoid any further scrutiny.

However, Harvey’s trained eyes caught the slight grimace on your face as you moved, and his concern deepened. He followed you into the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he asked, his voice laced with worry as he approached you, his hands itching to inspect you for any signs of injury.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit tired,” you reassured him with a forced smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice the cut on your arm.

But Harvey was not convinced. He gently guided you to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of you, his fingers trailing over your back as he began to massage away the tension from your long day in the mines.

At first, you relaxed into his touch, enjoying the comforting sensation of his hands on your skin. But then, as his fingers grazed over the cut on your arm, you couldn’t help but flinch, a sharp twinge of pain shooting through you.

Instantly, Harvey’s touch halted, his expression turning serious as he carefully examined the fresh wound. His brows furrowed in concern as he realized what had happened.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You bit your lip, feeling a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. “Oh, um, that? It’s… it’s always been there,” you stammered, avoiding his gaze as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“I know every inch of your body.. and I know for a fact that wasn’t there before,” he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of concern and mild irritation.

Harvey’s gaze softened as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here to take care of you, always.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his words, his proximity suddenly making you acutely aware of every inch of your skin. “I… I must have missed it before,” you mumbled, feeling flustered under his intense gaze.

Harvey couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your reaction, his thumb tracing patterns over your cheek as he teased you gently. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to inspect every inch of you more thoroughly from now on, huh?”

You laughed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you leaned into his touch, grateful for his unwavering care and love. Despite his teasing, you knew that Harvey would always be there to take care of you, healing both your body and your heart with his gentle touch.

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#sdv harvey #harvey x reader #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey x farmer #stardew valley #katt’s fics

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gilsart · 10 months

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i cried while making this + i was listening to bruci la città by irene grandi and homegirl really hit me with "i wish i could cradle your pain"

#i'm slowly going insane. these two live in my head rent free #the amount of flash fics/dialogues i have on my computer is crazy #maybe i will post something one day who knows #my art #artists on tumblr #frederick the great #friedrich der große #hans hermann von katte #prussian history #school project

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blatherkatt · 9 months

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I'd love love love love LOVE to see a sneak peak!!!!!!!!!!!

one person's enough, here's a short excerpt from Dirk And Rose Fight For Ten Years: The Oneshot

The first day of school that year, Rose’s very first real day of school, not preschool, not kindergarten, but real school, Dave still wasn’t back. Dirk held her hand all the way from the car to the main building, only letting go reluctantly because he had to go to his own classroom.

She wasn’t supposed to be here alone. But it was okay. Mom said, a million times, that it’d be okay; the police would find Dave, and he’d be home, and everything would be back to normal. She just had to keep believing that. It would be fine.

(The police thought that Dad had taken Dave. Rose didn’t understand; he’d never really gotten on with the kids much, and he’d always been extra weird about Dave, and anyway, he had decided he didn’t want to be their dad anymore. Why would he come back? Why take Dave? Why only Dave?? Thinking about it all hurt. Nothing made sense.)

Dirk had said that the two of them just needed to be brave and keep it together, because Mom was depending on them to stay strong. Mom was always depending on them, it seemed to Rose. Whatever, they would manage. They always did.

So Rose walked into class, and she didn’t cry about walking in alone, and she didn’t cry when another kid took the seat next to her that should have been where her brother sat, and she didn’t let slip that anything was wrong until the teacher reached Dave’s name on the rollcall list, and kept calling it, over and over, and Rose didn’t understand why she didn’t just move on, instead of digging the knife in—

“Miss!” the kid next to her shouted, waving his arm in the air. “Miss, this girl’s crying!”

And something in Rose went snap,

Later, when asked why she hit that boy, she couldn’t answer. She just did it. And she had to sit outside the principal’s office, and wait for Mom to come deal with things, and listen to Mom explain how she was so sorry, it’s been so stressful, she just forgot to call in about Dave being missing—

Nothing was fine. She couldn’t pretend it was. Everything was terrible and her twin was gone and people wanted to just, just keep on living, like the entire world wasn’t broken, and she hated it.

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Her birthday that year was even worse. Mom made her make a bunch of invitations to invite people and hand them out to some classmates, because she should have friends. But no one came, because Rose was that weird girl who cried during attendance and then punched Ricky for no reason on the first day of school. And still, Mom and Aunt Ramona, and Roxy all tried to act like nothing was wrong, as if the entire day wasn’t just a big reminder that they should’ve been having a party the day before, too. Nobody even said Dave’s name, and it just made him not being there even worse. Everyone just kept acting like things were fine.

Everyone except for Dirk, who didn’t smile all day, and only gave her a half-hearted hug around the shoulders, and who she found sitting alone in the middle of Dave’s room after everyone else had gone to bed.

It was almost enough to make her forgive that look he’d had, the day Dave went missing.

Almost.

#calmvsstormfic #katt blather #rose lalonde #rose is i feel perhaps the hardest to relate to in the fic proper #so for this oneshot #aka part 1.5 as i have been calling it #we are spending ten years inside her head because i feel its v important to understand why shes so angy

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vldkatt · 1 year

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You Werent' Supposed to See That (I 'fucked' your brother)

by Crystalwolf125

Pidge was absolutely thrilled to have Matt back where she could go to him for comfort. Even weeks after their original reunion. It seems that Shiro is also excited to have him back, though he also seems dismayed at their lack of being able to find Sam, though that’s neither here nor there right now.

Simply because right now, Pidge is searching through Matt’s room like the little rat that she is in order to see if she can find any dirt on her brother that has built up over their years of separation; he’s stopped being affected by what she had on him before, something about him having more issues that are more pressing to him than petty blackmail she picked up on years before he was shot into space.

Or; Pidge looks through Matt's things and finds something she thinks she can get some good blackmail on and at first, she's found a gold mine. But for what cost?

Words: 3250, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Crystal's Voltron Works

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Matt Holt, Keith (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron), Ryan Kinkade, Background & Cameo Characters, Shiro (Voltron)

Relationships: Matt Holt/Keith, James Griffin/Ryan Kinkade, Keith/Ryan Kinkade, James Griffin/Matt Holt, James Griffin/Keith (Voltron), Matt Holt/Ryan Kinkade, Matt Holt & Pidge | Katie Holt

Additional Tags: Blackmail, Spin the Bottle, Making Out, keith uses they/them pronouns, Nonbinary Keith (Voltron), pidge has been traumatised, Video Recording, matt has a video diary with him in space, pidge looks through it for blackmail material, she doesn't like what she finds, Female Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, she/her for her

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wiAxRLJ

#IFTTT #katt #voltron #fic

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motokeith · 11 months

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remember when I got so sick of the k/ance discourse that I became a Katt shipper out of spite

#and I have to say #my katt/rebelfire days were peak #it was such a soft ship #I’m back on my k/ance bs so I mainly write katt as besties now #but I just saw some katt fic rb’d and it brought me back

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daydadahlias · 11 months

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How do you feel about MiM's success? did you expect it?🤓

oh boy i sure am gonna say some words!

this is an interesting ask bc I don't really perceive MiM as being very successful personally.

I mean, I'm so immensely happy with the reaction it's getting and the interaction it's getting (bc any interaction on writing is literally the best thing in the world) and I absolutely love having the opportunity to share it more than anything!!!

but it's hard to think of it as being successful because I am, of course, comparing to every other fic I've ever posted on the same platform. and, in comparison to the reaction Scene 14 and Take Notes were actively getting as I was posting them live in the same manner I'm currently posting MiM, this is a considerably smaller reaction.

for context, a chapter of MiM usually gets somewhere between 2-5 comments (and maybe around 5 asks let's say). In contrast, Scene 14 was probably getting a consistent 5-7 comments every update (and, if I'm remembering correctly, probably around 10 asks, which is insane to think about in retrospect). Take Notes, in addition, would be getting around 7-10 comments a chapter (and probably ~10 asks as well but I don't really know that number; i'm just making shit up).

Also, I do think it's worth briefly noting that Bite Marks (another chaptered fic I tried to post on a schedule; rip my baby) has about double the amount of subscriptions that MiM has and (what I consider to be) considerably more kudos while also being significantly shorter.

So, when you're looking at the actual "statistics" of fics I've posted, I don't see MiM as being all that successful.

this is of course not to give the impression that I think MiM should have more comments/interaction or anything because I'm not a little greedy monster yknow and I really would be happy and content if only one person read it.

but I just don't think it would be accurate of me to say I think the fic is successful within the scope of how fics of mine have done in the past.

however, this statistical drop off is simply because our fandom is significantly smaller now than it was when I was posting Scene 14 and Take Notes. I could post either of those fics right now and I simply do not think they would do nearly as well as they did in 2021.

But, since those are the posting experiences I have to compare to for all my work in the future, I am well aware that no fics I post following them will ever get the same level of interaction and - therefore - I will never be able to perceive them as being successful. which,, sounds depressing dfghjk but i swear it's not!! it's not something i let myself dwell on (especially bc it's something ALL the writers in our fandom are experiencing). I write fics for me and whoever wants to read them can. it's a blessing to get to be able to share stuff at all!! and all i need is just one reader to keep posting <3

in terms of expecting it, I would say maybe that I never really have any expectations of how people will respond to fics. i'm never right when i make predictions anyway. I just never really know, so I think I'm always a little surprised by how people respond. even after 3 years of posting in the same fandom, i dont think i'll ever get over the "omg people read my stuff and like it" feeling.

so, TL;DR, i feel really good about MiM bc anyone is reading it at all :)

hope that kind of answers this, sorry for the tangent

#we're in a state of decline slash writing wise to be honest. so MiM realistically is kind of tanking. like for this era it's doing GREAT but #in general. compared to how it used to be. it's just not what it was. and like that's something all the writers in the fandom feel rn #it feels very. barren. im not just being melodramatic haha. we're in a ghost town.#and so that being said #i will consider myself extremely lucky for how people are interacting with MiM #bc there's just not a lot of people reading rn #i will say tho that... and this might get a little depressing dfghjk that there are certain people who i was friends w/ last year #when i started writing this fic who i expected to read this story when i posted it #and they've since moved to other fandoms so they will obviously not be reading this lol #which is fine ofc!! people r allowed to change interests #but it can be a little sad for me as a writer #to be so excited to share smthn w/ my friends and for them to outgrow me #like this posting experience is unique in the way that #most of the people reading MiM are people im meeting now for the first time! hi guys ily #whereas w/ scene 14 and take notes i literally *knew* everyone that was reading it. they were all people i was already friends with #so that's kind of another difference that i didn't necessarily expect w/ this one. and was really intimidating when posting.#MiM's the kind of fic i feel like katt would have loved #i hate talking abt fandom friends like they're dead lol but yknow. u fall out of touch w/ some people and that sucks but it's the way it is #so i will be honest that. that is a part of the MiM's writing experience that makes me a little sad #bc there's stuff in this fic for people who will never read it #uhm me when i make myself tear up at midnight hello???? loser behavior #anyway i hope that kind of answered that!!#thank u for the ask !! sorry for being weirdly clinical and emo abt it #love the emoji choice very fun #pigeon #anon

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labyrinthofcrystals · 1 year

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🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 for Cheshire

🖕 for Hatter

And 😶 for Hare

(Whichever versions you want)

I saw this ask RIGHT BEFORE I had to go clock in at work so I was suffering for 4hrs thinking about this ask lmao. Oh and I'm doing this for my own versions bc I have 0 confidence writing for any other versions lksdjf [ HEADCANON ASK MEME ]

🏳️‍⚧️ A gender headcanon

mmmm he's a he/it bitch. and a cat, so gender has no meaning to him, but if it had to choose, then a mix of male && nonbinary. nonbinyanary, if you will.

🏳️‍🌈 A sexuality headcanon

My Cheshire, like nearly all my ocs, is bisexual! I can't see him having much of a preference -- he'll date whatever catches his fancy. He did have a wife, though.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

SO funny story, I wrote out an answer (...at work lol) and then remembered I already wrote out an answer previously for a similar ask on a different blog! But then I checked and turns out I remembered wrong. So now you're getting what I originally wrote instead.

ANYWAY, bottom line is, Phineas has trouble dealing with any emotion other than "happy" (yay toxic positivity), so he'll adamantly deny that he's upset over anything. Unfortunately for him, he gets heated quickly, and over the most random things, too. This usually results in passive aggressive rants, typically while he's doing another task (which will result in said ask being poorly done, adding to his annoyance). Uhm his rants often go like "blah blah blah ok im done" *2 second later* "anD ANOTHER THING---"

😶 A random headcanon!

Ooo Henry loves plants! Especially the super dangerous ones. He has his own garden with a mix of different "normal" and "dangerous" plants, which he often crossbreeds for fun. Sometimes he'll sell them but mostly he just keeps them && tries to make more crimes against nature. He would absolutely LOVE little shop of horrors if he ever saw it && def fawn over DC's Poison Ivy like a fanboy lol.

#alice in wonderland #cheshire cat #mad hatter #march hare #headcanons #thatrandomartistjavi #* mine / asks #* mine / headcanons #* mine / ocs #* oc / jasper von katt #* oc / phineas glazier #* oc / charlotte velveteen #* verse / fractured fables #* fic / curiosity by another name

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peixotizando · 1 year

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Seeing Red - Capítulo 31 - De olhos fechados

hELLO there! Here we bring a knew chapter and this one is a lot. Also, @f-redfieldauthor is here too!

Oh, boy

Here we go! This one is... hot. Yeah.

(prev)

- Algumas coisas. - Respondeu quando percebeu que estava em silêncio por tempo demais. Blake tinha o olhar suave, mais preocupado do que antes, mas cheio de amor, carinho e aceitação. Ela se aproximou, apanhando os pratos das mãos de Yang e acenando para que a acompanhasse. Enquanto iam para a sala, Yang continuou falando: - Estava tudo bem lá no MC hoje cedo, então Nora apareceu com uma mensagem da Neon e…

Yang se interrompeu. Percebendo como a expressão de Blake fechou. Elas ainda não tinham falado sobre Neon e o que ela representou para Yang durante os oito anos que se passaram sem a Belladonna. Com toda a tensão que se instalou, Yang assistiu como Blake continuou agindo com tranquilidade, colocando os pratos em cima da mesa de centro, afastando os papéis do sofá e batendo nele para que ela sentasse.

- E então? - Blake acenou para ela continuar falando, apanhou um pãozinho salgado e mordeu. O clima tinha mudado, claramente, mas Yang não sentiu hostilidade ou intranquilidade, apenas algo que ainda não tinha sido conversado. Mas, Blake não parecia querer falar disso agora e, sim, sobre o que estava incomodando Yang. Ela soltou um ‘hmmm’ enquanto mastigava. - Esse deve ser o melhor que já fez.

Fazendo o que ela lhe pediu, Yang sentou, apanhou um pãozinho salgado, virando-o entre os dedos, admirando o trabalho. Concordava com Blake, era o mais bonito que já fez, mas não sentia fome para comer um desses agora. O colocou de volta no prato e recostou no sofá.

- Você com certeza conhece Roman Torchwick. - Yang olhou para Blake, recebendo um olhar preocupado e um aceno. Suspirando pesadamente, continuou: - Não sei se você sabe, mas Neon ajuda umas garotas a terem empregos, lhe dá um teto, salário digno. Ela dá para essas meninas tudo que precisam para continuar vivendo de forma honesta. Porém, é normal que algumas desviem desse caminho para irem atrás de mais dinheiro ou drogas. Não é sempre que acontece, mas quando acontece… normalmente a culpa é do Torchwick.

- Torchwick pegou uma das garotas dela. Por isso que ela foi atrás de vocês? - Blake perguntou, esperta como sempre. Yang tentou não sorrir, mas o fez minimamente. Não virou para olhá-la, mas, com o canto do olho, a viu pegar mais um pãozinho. Doce, dessa vez.

(+ on ao3)

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Update

So clearly a lot of things I meant to post haven’t been posted as I got swarmed with work and then Covid so everything has been pushed back. I have decided that Horanghae and Spider Lily will be put on a temp hiatus so I can catch up on my projects and Vampire Kisses and Daechwita part 1 will be posted around the same time this week (hopefully tonight).

Reactions are also being put on hold until I get these projects done just so I can catch up!

Thank you guys for understanding!

#update #fic update #talk to me #katts rambling

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dreamer213 · 2 years

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Broken Machines: Lights the Dark

Chapter 21: Cold Break

The morning sun barely peeks over the vast clouds as the cool Mantle winds blow through Penny’s hair. She had just started her daily patrol, and things had been relatively quiet. Aside from helping an older woman across the street and helping a drunkard into a cab, nothing had really happened. But as she walked further through the city streets, the atmosphere grew cold and bleak. This wasn’t odd, as lockdown had made things harder for everyone. With limited exportation, factory workers were getting fewer hours, and most shipping trucks and cargo ships were only allowed to go to the board and back. Alongside the economic issues, people got a bit more aggressive as the lockdown went on. With borders closed, those who used to travel often were now stuck at home and the heightened security measures made people feel tense. Things weren’t awful, but the tension in the air was evident, and well, Penny sympathized with what the people were going through; she also knew what Ironwood was trying so hard to keep out. And she knew exactly what kind of horror it would bring if they let their guard down.

Penny: I wish things would calm down and everything could go back to normal but-

She puts a hand on her waist; it’s growing tense as she thinks about her last moments in Vale and the details she heard after being repaired.

Penny:-I know that’s not gonna happen. Not until the project is done then we can try to survive this.

She looked at the ground, dejected. She doesn’t have the power to change the world's situation. All she could do was protect the people from harm with the power she had. As the melancholy sets, Penny is snapped back to reality by scroll ringing. She takes it out to see an alert from the drone officers, “Large pack of Ice Beowolves heading for the breach in the wall; all available Huntsman report to the barrier and prepare to intercept and destroy the pack.” Penny doesn’t waste a second; she puts her scroll away and turns on her boots, taking off into the sky towards the wall. As she approaches the opening, she can see the pack getting closer. They’re only a few thousand yards away when Penny starts flying lower and lower. As soon as she’s close enough, Penny takes out her blades and cuts the head of the leading Beowolf clean off as she flies past. She stops and hovers just behind the pack, the Grimms attention turning from their fallen comrade to her. They turn away from the city and charge at Penny, who slashes them to pieces as they come at her. After getting through a few, several gang together to rush her. Penny flies up and fires off her energy blast, annihilating them. She dives back down to take out more. She’s dodging an attack from another Beowolf, the sound of a horn blasts through the air as a colorful tornado of sound blows the beast away. Penny looks over to see Flynt using his Killer Quartet with Kobalt closing in on stunned Grimm and killing it with a flurry of punches. Alongside them, Neon and Ivori are also dispatching Grimm at an incredible pace. With the situation taking a turn for the better, Penny gets back to work, and she and Team FNKI make quick work of the pack. When the bust clears, Penny floats back down to the ground and makes her way toward the young huntsmen, who seem to be in good spirits after a swift victory. Flynt is the first to notice her and waves to her.

Flynt: Hey, Penny!

The rest of the team turn and start walking towards her, with Neon taking off on her skates and rolling up to Penny. They met in the middle with Neon circling her, a mischievous look on her face. The group seems joyful as they exchange greetings.

Kobalt: Sup, Penny!

Ivori: Good morning, Penny. How are you doing today?

Instead of saying hello, Neon stands behind Penny and polls her head on Penny’s shoulder. The playful sparkle in her eyes is enhanced by the growing cheshire grin on her lips as she chimes in.

Neon: And more importantly, how’ve your lessons been? Anything…interesting happen?

Penny smiles; she places a hand on Neon’s head and pets her while she answers.

Penny: Good morning, Team FNKI; thank you for your assistance in handling the hoard. And aside from this, I’ve had a relatively quiet day. As for my lessons, they've been going well too, and that's all I’m going to say about it because the rest is not something I should be discussing while on duty.

As she ends her sentence, Penny stops petting Neon, puts her hand on Neon’s cheek, and “lightly” pushes her off. Neon flails as Penny shoves her; she stumbles as she tries to maintain her balance. When she finally comes to a stop, her tail is still flailing while her face looks like she just drank a gallon of lemon juice.

Penny: Now, I’ll be going back to the city. Please be careful on your way back to your posts.

Neon: OW!

Penny: That didn’t hurt enough for that reaction..

Neon: Yeah, but it’s still a bitch move though! Moaw!

Penny: Anyway, I’ll be going now, have a nice day, Team FNKI!

Penny waves them goodbye and starts walking back towards the board to Mantle, with Team FNKI following right behind. Once they’re back inside the city’s walls, Penny talks to the stationed guards, who had to evacuate the area due to the high risk of civilian injury and casualties, and gives them a report of what happened. The guards thank them for all their help and soon return to their posts. Penny’s about to go back into the street when a loud grumbling noise pulls her attention back to Team FNKI, eyes wide with worry. Had they missed one of Ice Beowolves or was something worse coming towards them. Penny scanned the area for the source of the booming sound only to find it was coming from Kobalt Co’s empty stomach. The tall blue-haired in question was now rubbing his stomach, a slim trail of drool falling out of the side of his mouth. Neon’s laughing while Ivori is shaking his head and Flynt is patting his hungry friend's back.

Flynt: I told you to eat before we left.

Kobalt: I did!

Ivori: A piece of toast and a pack of fruit snacks don’t count, Koco.

Kobalt clutches his stomach as the grumbling gets louder, he groans as the pain starts to get to him.

Kobalt: Owwwww.

As Kobalt groans Neon rolls up to him and puts an ear to his stomach. She listens to the grumbles intently as though the organ is whispering some secrets to her.

Neon: Umm, hmm, uh-huh, okay.

After a bit more babbling with Kobalt’s belly, Noen pulls away and addresses Penny and the rest of her team.

Neon: Well, the belly has spoken.

Flynt: And what did it say?

Neon: It said, “I need an early lunch stat, or else I’m gonna eat ‘em up from the inside out!”

Flynt, Ivori, and Kobalt burst into fits of laughter at Neon’s bad joke. Kobalt specifically laughs so hard he burbs and almost throws up in his mouth, which only amplifies his stomach ache. Penny looks on at the group of friends, confused by the odd joke and impressed by the team’s closeness. When the laughter dies down, Flynt is once again the first to pick the conversation back up.

Flynt: Okay, okay, early lunch it is. Let’s hit up Ms. Long, the rush’s about to start, so they’ll still have the good fish and pork on tap when we get there.

Kobalt: That and Mei still owes me a free roast duck for the dog bite incident.

Flynt: For one, she said that back when we were still training and broke. Two, she told you not to cut through that man’s yard because Chewy almost got her the last time she even walked past him!

Kobalt: Yeah, well, if they don’t have that stupid 30-minute or less rule, then maybe their delivery boys wouldn't have to cut through alleys and yards to make up time!

Flynt: Which is why you got a bite mark covering half your left ass cheek.

Kobalt playfully smacks the back of Flynt, and Flynt shoves him in return. The boys horse around for a bit; Neon’s about to join in, but Ivori stops her before speaking up.

Ivori: If you two are done reminiscing, can we get going? I’m starting to get hungry too, and if we take too long, I'm gonna get hangry. You know how I get when I get hangry.

Flynt: Alright, let’s go.

They start to head out, but instead of going into the streets, Neon rolls up to Penny.

Neon: Wanna come with us?

Penny: To lunch?

Neon: No, to the moon. Yes, to lunch!

Penny: But I have to go to the training center.

Neon: On a weekend. Who cares If you’re a little late for watching an empty room? Come on!

Penny: The people who train on weekends care.

Neon: Yeah, but that’s just-

Penny: Like Winter Schnee, second in command of the Atlas military and our direct superior.

Neon freezes up; Winter was most definitely not someone she’d ever wanna mess with, especially since she's seen what the woman could do to test dummies. So the thought of what she’d do to her for messing with her strict training schedule sent a shiver down her spine. In the mitts of Neon’s freak Penny flashes a sly smile, she was hoping that technique would work on her. Mentioning a high authority figures and alluring to the wrath they could incur if the bother you, a great way avoidance tool. At least that’s what Whitley told her. When she’s finally gathered some of her bravado back up, Neon shakily retorts.

Neon: W-well, it's not like s-s-she’ll be sitting there waiting for you to come in..

Penny: No, but she’ll be there at some point and will come looking for me as soon as her training block starts.

Neon: B-b-but what if-

Before she can fully retort, Neon’s scroll starts ringing. Before she can even reach for it, Penny, Ivori, Kobalt, and Flynt’s scrolls and the guard's own on-site communication systems go off with it, the screech of the emergency siren blaring out of the scroll’s tiny speakers. The young Huntsmen open their scrolls to find the an emergency message from the security detail for the military supply trucks.

In big, bold letters, it read, “ Robbery in progress shipment has been breached, repeat loading deck and shipment trucks have been compromised. All available back up to Hemlock Steel Factory immediately; suspects are armed and dangerous.”

A spark of rage hits Penny as she recalls her encounter with the robbers but is quickly doused by fear for the safety of the factory workers and the soldiers on guard. The air is full of tension when Flynt puts his scroll away and walks toward one of the broader guards.

Flynt: Whelp, there goes our lunch plans. You guys got a spare truck we can borrow?

One of the guards nods and rushes off towards the armored vehicles, later rolling up in one of the trucks. He gets out and hands the keys to Flynt, cautioning him about the horsepower and to be careful as they don’t have a lot of them to pass around. Flynt nods and walks back to the group.

Flynt: Looks like we’re going out into the tundra.

He tosses the keys over to Kobalt, who catches them expertly.

Flynt: I’m riding shotgun.

With that said, the group piles into the truck; Flynt and Kobalt in the front seats, and Ivori, Neon, and Penny in the back. Penny gazes out of the rear window as Kobalt puts the armored car into gear, and they ride off into cold roads. It’s a surprisingly quiet drive as Flynt and Kobalt focus on the road while Neon has her scroll out playing a game, and Ivori seems to be meditating. As they approach the factory, a truck comes barreling out from the loading dock. Before the team can react, another alert goes out.

“Suspects have escaped! Repeat, suspects are fleeing the scene in a shipping truck full of material! All available soldiers and huntsmen, please purse with caution!”

Penny takes one back look at the fleeing vehicle and knows precisely what happened.

Penny: That’s the thieves! Kobalt, follow that truck!

Kobalt: Ah, Hell Yeah! Let’s go!

Kobalt turns the car around, steps on the gas, and guns it toward the high jacked vehicle! It isn’t long before the thieves notice they’re being followed, as not long into the chase, the passenger side window rolls down, and someone tosses something out of it and right towards them. Kobalt swerves and avoids the projectile, which explodes into a mound of ice the size of a huge road bump.

Penny: A mini ice dust bomb! Be careful!

Flynt: Huh, look like they wanna play rough. Okay, let’s play! Koco!

Kobalt: Yeah!

Flynt: Keep the truck steady; I’m about ‘em to play a little mood music.

Flynt holds up his trumpet, and Kobalt nods in agreement. He opens his window, and just as the thieves throw out another mini bomb, Flynt sends a blast of sound toward them, knocking the bomb off course. It explodes into a small fireball in the distance as the two vehicles continue speeding through the tundra. This song and dance continues with the thieves throwing out traps that either Kobalt avoids or Flynt blows away. They’re starting to close to the stolen truck when Penny sees an opening, with the person in the passenger seat focused on Flynt; the driver is completely vulnerable. She taps Kobalt’s shoulder as she unbuckles herself from her seat.

Penny: I’m going to stop the driver; keep them occupied!

Kobalt: Got it! Flynt!

Flynt: Already on it!

Flynt lets off another blast directly towards the passenger side, which seems to annoy them as the person bangs their fist on the side of the door behind pulling it back, likely to grab more ammo. Flynt smirks at his successful taunt.

Flynt: I think I got their attention. Go ahead, Penny!

Penny: Thank you.

As she’s about to open the door, she looks over at Neon and Ivori.

Penny: Neon and Ivori, once I stop the shipping truck, I need you to check the trail. We don’t know if there are others hiding amongst the shipment, so be alert and be ready to apprehend!

Ivori: Yes, Ma’am!

Neon: You got it, girl. Go fuck up those truck stealing assholes!

Penny ops to ignore that last part as she opens the door and climbs up to the roof of the armored vehicle. Holding on to the side in a crouched position, once she figures out their current speed, Penny turns on her boots and jets off towards the stolen truck. As she’s approaching, she uses her enhanced vision to try and get a look at the driver. When her eyes refocus, she can see an arm adjusting the side mirror; the skin is completely covered in dark fabric, and a bit of sandy blonde hair peeking out from the window, blowing around from the wind and high speed. She’s getting close, but when the arm tense up and quickly goes back into the truck, she knows she’s been seen. She speeds up, hoping to close the distance before they warn their co-conspirator but too late. A few seconds later, the trial door is open just enough for one of the mini bombs to roll under and straight towards Team FNKI!

Kobalt: Oh, SHIT!

Kobalt shouts as he takes a hard turn to try and avoid the bomb, but they’re too close. The team quickly set off their aura and brace for impact as the left side of the truck smashes into the newly formed ice wall! Penny looks back in shock, and the moment her back is turned, something is thrown from the driver's seat and at the back of her head! She manages to turn around in time to block the object with her hand, but it blows up into a cloud of smoke as soon as it makes contact. The dark gas cloud blocks her vision, forcing Penny to fly lower to get away from it. Once she's out of the smoke, it takes her a moment to clear her eyes of the remaining smoke and regain her vision, but she does the shipping truck is gone. Frustration soon sets it; this was the second time they’d gotten away from her and taken off with the shipment without her even seeing one of the perpetrators clearing enough to identify them, and it bothered her to no end. But that anger is cast aside for worry when she recalls her comrades and the trucks collision. She quickly turns back and flies to the now still an armored car. She rips one of the doors open, almost tearing it off the frame, and calls out to young huntsmen.

Penny: Is everyone aright?! Is anyone wounded?!

Penny cries out only to see the mostly unharmed team swiping glass and debris off their clothes.

Noen: We’re good; we’re good, no one’s hurt or dead ‘cept for Ivy’s glasses.

The man in question is cleaning off his now cracked designer glasses.

Ivori: And I just got this last week!

Neon: You can get new ones!

Ivori: But they’re brand name and prescription!

As the two start bickering, Penny looks around to see Kobalt helping Flynt dust himself and lets out a sigh of relief. Her body relaxes a bit as she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Flynt finally notices her and scoots past Kobalt to get to her.

Flynt: You okay, Penny? We saw them nail you with that smoke bomb.

Penny: I’m fine; the smoke only stunned me momentarily.

Flynt: Phew, thank the Lord, cause that looked nasty was shit. So, those were the thieves you and the general been trying to catch?

Penny: Yes.

Flynt: Can I see why he’s having such a hard time with ‘em. Those fools act like they’re out for blood.

Kobalt: Speaking of the general, who wants to bite the bullet and report this shitshow?

The four young adults look at each other quizzically, except for Neon who's just staring holes into Ivori, silently waiting for one to break and do it. Penny, who doesn’t get the social quo, just takes out her scroll and calls for backup. The rest look relieved at her productivity which makes her smile. She may have lost the thieves again, but this time, there were no broken bones or bloodshed; she wasn't carrying a half-dead man out of a flaming van turned on its side but watching a happy team banter about their very recent failure. And for now, that’s all that mattered.

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