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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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I ONLY SENT YOU SIMPING AND BRAINROT SCENARIOS TILL NOW SO HERE I COME WITH AN ANGSTY ONE

what if ever since mc came into twisted wonderland they’ve been slowly absorbing magic ? like their body started to adapt themselves to the logic of these worlds and its just accumulate inside of them

so they’re absorbing magic but the problem is they also absorbs the blot and since they don’t have anything to clear it it just stays stagnant .

life goes on grim’s overblot is over , but then mc fainted .

well i mean who wouldn’t be tired after such battle ? multiple persons have been injured so that isn’t really that worrying right ?

well mc isn’t waking up

one day , one week , and still no sign of mc waking up .

everyone is desperate for them to wake up but nothing works . none of the potions crewel and vil worked , sam’s friends on the other side don’t have any solution , and no matter how many dark spells lilia knows it surely doesn’t help him in any ways. heck crowley even put aside his pride and asked help from rsa’s headmaster

but one day they did wake up , but something wrong . their once bright eyes were replaced by lifeless orbs , as if all the light had been sucked from them .

grim has never so guilty in his life but tried to look on the brighter side of things ! he tell them about how ace and deuce are still as stupid as ever , how riddle went off on floyd again or the way epel mocks vil behind his back when his lessons are too harsh !

but even as he looks so happy , he can’t help but feel this immense void in his heart

“hey henchmen ... when are you coming back ?”

they don’t respond when you talk to them , when you touch them , they just stare into the void .

Anon..... oh, anon..... WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART ?!?!?! 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

I can tolerate and soak up that good angst of the boys feeling guilty for something that happened to MC......BUT GRIM?!?!?! MY HEART, DID YOU HEAR IT SHATTER?!?!?! 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

THIS IS ANGST SO MUCH ANGST

[Anon's explanation about MC's state]

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MC is like doll now, only breathing and staring into the void. Sometimes, they follow a request or order given by someone.

Heartslabyul's tea parties aren't as merry as they used to be. MC just sits there, staring at their cup, occasionally taking sips when Riddle suggests them to try the warm drink. Ace and Deuce can't even crack a smile in the Prefect's presence, not when they're a hollow husk of their sassy self. Cater and Trey feel uncomfortable crossing stares with MC, they rarely look up from their cup or slice of tart. Deuce, more often than not, finds himself crying at night after the parties

Riddle is trying his best every night, searching through his mother's old books back home for a possible remedy... The pages are wrinkled from the many tears he's shed while reading, heart aching for their friend.

Ruggie feels his chores heavier than ever. It's because MC is no longer coming to lend a hand as they used to. The bags under his eyes became more prominent with how late he stays up, looking up at the ceiling as he keeps mourning for MC's lost soul.

Jack is seen more often in his wolf form, howling at the moon... Anything to shed his tears and scream his sorrow out in a less noticeable way. He often struts over to MC while they're sitting outside Ramshackle, and pushes his furry head into their lap and hands, wishing HOPING to one day feel their delicate hands pet him again.

Everyone can see how Leona secludes himself to his room, people have begun comparing him to Idia.... But, unlike what they think, he's not sleeping. On the contrary, he's staying awake, tearing through many books from his homeland about occult magic and resurrection. After all, only someone with enough money would be able to buy such forbidden knowledge.

He won't let his herbivore live on like this, not if his country knows a way to bring them back.

Azul could feel himself thread the edge of insanity. Would it kill him to go through a second overblot? ....would that be better than living on without MC's company?

He will search far and wide through all of Wonderland's oceans and lakes, lagoons and swamps, for a Unique Magic holder than can revert back the blot... or time.... He will give his everything away in a contract to have such magic as his

Jade and Floyd can see the deep cracks in Azul, he's turning into an unfit leader.... It would be best for them to take his role

But they don't want to, for their hearts are cracked like his

Floyd is easier to go on rampages, and Jade is so indifferent to the word outside of his hobbies. If it weren't for their collective love for MC, Floyd would have tried hurting them to see if that wakes MC up.

They never felt so empty and unamused

Kalim's heart physical aches whenever he sees Grim and MC. He's tried, tried all he could

Singing, dancing, playing music, throwing million parties, hugging them, whispering how much he loves them right on their ear... but nothing

He may not be the smartest, but the white haired boy is perseverant and eager to learn: he spends his days in the alchemy room along with Vil and Crewel, researching the poison that is a magician's blot

Jamil never felt so useless, mind clouded with many "if only" scenarios that make him blame himself for MC's situation

If only he hadn't overblotted, if only he hadn't sent them flying off to the ends of the earth, if only he had noticed the poison clinging to their soul sooner.... If only....

Why didn't he realize the blot developing in their body? It was only natural, after spending so much time in Twisted Wonderland without any buffer for the magical energy on this place

If only he could take their place...

Vil never left the alchemy room or Pomefiore's underground laboratory. He spent every day researching how to revert MC's ailments

He only ever left the labs to go into Ramshackle and help the Prefect prepare for the day. Whenever he got to putting on their makeup, Vil can't help but cry at how hollow and dull they look, when they used to be such a warm and radiant soul

Rook was on the same boat, taking his science club duties more serious than ever. He would search in every single ecosystem for any plant, mushroom, hunt down any animal, organ that was needed for even the slightest help for MC

And Epel.... All he could do was scream and punch his pillow, cursing fate and how sick the world is. What did an innocent, magicless person from another world do to deserve this?!

He will often go sit besides MC and carve apples for them, of their favorite flower, their zodiac sign, their favorite animal, and those carvings they loved most of his

...but the fruits will always rot, just like their once beautiful soul

Idia, who was already barely seen outside, hides deeper in his room

The internet is a place full of information, knowledge... Forbidden knowledge

The shut-in and his little brother are always monitoring EVERY SINGLE portal on the internet, be it on the surface or deep DEEP down in the depths

But what tortures him the most.... Is his very own room This is the place he mad many memories with MC in, every corner of his room echoes with their laughter and gentle voice Like a ghost haunting him from now until forever

Ortho is left to wonder how fickle a human's soul is, their body so fragile But was this really in their fate? Or was it an unexpected outcome not even destiny could foretell?

"I miss you... I want to play more. Wake up soon, [Name][Surname]-san" A strange wavering in his voice was heard, followed by a knot in his throat.

Diasomia dorm is always under a storm cloud, green lightning striking the ground surrounding it

Fae have magic beyond a simple human's comprehension, even more so dark fae There MUST be someone in Valley of Thorns that will heed the Prince's call for aid

"The story of old..." Malleus muttered one night, snapping even the sleep-prone knight into attention. "Calls... for True Love's kiss, after the princess was cursed."

Lilia can feel his heart ache for the young dragon. "These are very different situations, Malleus." Yet the bat utters no words

Sebek understands what his precious Lord is getting to. "I shall ask Grim to leave the door open tomorrow night."

Silver nodded along his fellow guard, "If there is anything we can procure, do not hesitate on asking for it, Malleus-sama"

Vanrouge sighed, "It doesn't hurt to try." "Steady heart, goal clear in mind. Do not waver in your actions, my Prince, hesitation never helps when working with curses."

The disheveled royal finally straightened up, eyes red and puffy from how long he's cried and how little he sleeps. "Sebek, go to Ramshackle. We must try it out... now"

Grim dealt with the worst blow

It unsettled him to live with such a different MC. Even the Ghosts were unsettled and hurting from what happened to their friend.

"But I will keep sleeping on your chest, ye hear?! As long as I keep hearing your heartbeat, I will guide you back with my warmth and my blue flames! Just.... just make sure to follow my path, yes?"

"[Name]... we miss you so much... don't leave yet, not yet, not like this..."

"Follow my flames, like I always followed your light... Please?"

-- -- --

My heart was shattered right as I was all happy and giggly about Disney savvy MC stuff.... B O Y, WAS I NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT

SO NOW YOU COME SUFFER WITH ME

#zask #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #angst #sips tears

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sorcerersofnyc · 3 years

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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 9/9 - The Epilogue

If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.

Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.

While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo brings Sam and Bucky to the home he once shared with you.

You reunite and he reflects upon his relationship with you (his wife’s friend and his friend’s wife) and your journey from being people with mutual friends to partners.

Part Nine: You Carry On

Angst, brief allusions to sex, I use Serbian Cyrillic as a stand-in for Sokovian.

Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards, but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won’t say what she looks like but I envision her as being black.)

First Chapter | Previous

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You watch him go.

You watch him leave you once again— watch him go off into some dark, unknown future you can never be a part of.

And it hurts.

It hurts to know how much you’ll miss him, hurts to think you'll never see him again.

You take a deep breath (and another and another and another) but the pain only spreads faster as dread closes in all around you.

You feel lost in it, drowned by it, changed by it—but you won’t surrender to it. You’ve walked this road before and you know the way forward. So you take a step, then another, and you turn away from the outside world with a heavy, ragged breath.

The kitchen is far too cheery now. The sun streams inside through the open curtains, and the smell of coffee lingers in the air. Helmut washed the dishes before he left, leaving only his favorite mug behind. It stares at you from its place on the countertop, its dark ceramic gleaming in the light.

You don’t feel your knees buckle or your hands shake, you don’t feel the mangled sob rising up from your chest, you don’t feel the tears that gather at the corner of your eyes and pour down your cheeks like heavy rain.

Your body lurches forward. You reach out to steady yourself but somehow manage to knock the mug over instead. It strikes the title with a sickening clink that echoes through the air.

It chips, but it doesn't shatter. The coffee spills from the mouth and spreads fans out in every direction, staining the tiles on the floor.

Helmut would never know you chipped his favorite mug—but you cry about it anyway.

You cry for the life you could have had together, one where you dumped the stale remnants of his coffee every morning, one where your first kiss wasn’t also the last, one where he held you every day, and you healed your hearts together instead of apart.

You cried because your feelings had no place else to go.

Time passes.

You’re alright; you don’t break, or bend, or toil beneath the weight of your grief. The world moves forward, and so do you:

Anežka returns. (“How was the Baron?” She asks you. “We’re the two of you able to… become familiar with one another?” You wish.)

You learn Helmut was taken to the raft. (You order his affairs and have his things sent over to him.)

Sam Wilson becomes Captain America. (He gives a speech that inspires the world to do better.)

The Flag Smashers are killed in a car bombing. (‘No suspects as of yet,’ the report says and your heart tightens at the thought of who might have been responsible.)

You carry on.

You receive a package in the mail one day, a thick brochure from The Raft outlining the specifics of a Prison Work Rehabilitation Program.

The front photo was disturbingly picturesque, framing the facility as less of a prison and more like a seaside resort.

'Propaganda,’ you think as you flip through the glossy pages. The program is endorsed by some guy named Thaddeus Ross. You think he was a general or a secretary or something but you aren’t quite sure.

The back of the brochure displays an image of a happy family reuniting and you roll your eyes. Prisoners on the Raft don’t get to go home to their families.

You toss the brochure away without a second thought.

A few weeks later, you’re sent flowers after an art show. It’s a beautiful arrangement; twelve thick-stemmed roses wrapped in gold foil.

It adds a classic touch to the modern look of the Visiting Artists’ Office, standing out amongst the dark tables and chairs. But it’s the card that catches your attention; it was left completely blank.

You aren’t sure how you feel about having a secret admirer but you take the flowers home regardless. They’d look nice in a vase near the window, the bright reds mixing with the autumn leaves.

The trip home is short and uneventful and you thank your driver on the way to the door.

You slide your house slippers on and are surprised to see Anežka’s pink one’s by the door as well. You can hear her in the kitchen, opening and closing the doors of the pantry as the air grows warm with the spices of her favorite tea.

“Anežka,” You call out, “I’m home!”

You set the flowers on a side table, barely conscious of the soft footsteps trailing in from the kitchen till Anežka sets her mug down on the coffee table.

“Look what I’ve got. A 'secret admirer’ sent them. Should we put them here or downstairs?” You take an artful picture of the arrangement.

“Neither is a wholly appropriate place.”

You freeze.

Your mind draws blank as it fails to process the words you heard someone other than Anežka speak.

You turn around quickly, knocking the flowers off the table as you do.

“Helmut?” Your voice lowers as a million feelings bubble up inside of you. They threaten to explode.

Helmut is there—right there—dressed in nothing but a bathrobe and his house slippers with a cat-like smile stretched across his handsome features.

He strides forward with confidence, stopping so close you nearly reel back.

“These are special flowers, драга, brought all the way from Ecuador.” He kneels before you, the hem of his robe splitting at the knee to offer a very seductive glimpse of his thigh.

He reaches around you, grabs the fallen bouquet, and sets them gingerly on the table as he stands. “We should place these in your bedroom so you may admire them every night.”

“What’s happening?” You finally manage to ask him, “what’s going on?”

“I’m home,” Helmut teases, speaking as though you failed to notice his soft brown eyes, his damp hair, or the heat that surges between you as he stands close enough to touch, to kiss if you wanted.

He brushes a hand against your cheek.

“Helmut,” you whisper again, but your voice is stern and more controlled this time. “How are you here? You’re supposed to be in Raft.” Despite your words, you lean a little closer, resting both hands against his chest, near the opening of his robe.

“It seems someone of great influence decided my sentence was better served outside the walls of the prison.”

“Like civil service?” You ask, but then you remember the brochure you received in the mail— the propaganda, or so you believed. “Or… Prison Work Rehabilitation?”

“Something like that. There’s a team,” he makes a flippant gesture with his hand before bringing it to rest on the curve of your hip. “Though I needed time to address the matter of my… financial limitations.”

“Limitations?”

“Of course.” He pulls you closer, encircling you in his arms. “The holder of my assets is quite a formidable woman. I thought it best to pay her a visit, to request access to the full extent of my resources. As stubborn as she is, I assume it will take a great many visits.”

“That would be wise,” You nod slowly, a wide smile coming to your face.

“I can’t be with you always, драга,” he tells you, “but I will be here.”

And you don’t quite remember what you promise in reply (or if you promised anything at all) because he kisses you.

Your fingers slide down his chest, brushing past his chest hair and the little charm he wears around his neck.

You don’t know how long you stay there, kissing, and sighing, and melting in the arms of the man you love, but you’re vaguely aware of being walked back against the wall, of the front door opening and closing at some point, and of Anežka pausing by the threshold, groceries in hand.

“Anežka,” He greets her, but his dark and hungry gaze lingers on you, only you.

“Hello, Baron… It’s good to see you.” Her voice waivers, but the sentiment is real. “M-Miss,” she nods in your direction.

“Hi, Anežka.” You’re not quite sure what to say.

“Why don’t you take a few days off?” Helmut suggests, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take care of things here.”

“O-of course, Baron—Thank you.” Anežka glances between you one more time before setting the bags down near the door. “Good luck, Miss!” She calls out before leaving.

And as her footsteps grow quiet and hush in the distance, his eyes meet yours and his kiss finds its home upon your lips.

(And later when Helmut comes undone beneath your gaze and the rocking of your hips against his, you bring him home once again.)

And he keeps coming home to you.

***

And so we've reached the end. Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate all the support. This was my first fanfic in many years and I'm glad I could bring it to a close.

The end is a bit of wishful thinking on my part but I wanted to end on a happy note.

I'll probably write one or two bonuschapter that's basically just smut. So if you're 18+ and would like to remain on the taglist (or be added,) just let me know!

Taglist:

@actuallyanita, @fillechatoyante, @viviace, @buckyandlokicanhaveme, @sapphiredreamer26, @robur-bellicum, @apparrio

#Zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #mcu zemo #reader x zemo

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maddiethebull · 4 years

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35 with gavin? UwU

Sorry this took a while, I ran out of my depression meds and I felt like a ball of sad for a couple days and so I didn’t write much. I really hope you like this one and again, sorry it took me so long!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stxbpx3p4iY here’s some music to listen to while reading :)

Gavin (MLQC) - Prompt #35 - “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

That morning was peaceful, it was the middle of spring and you were getting ready to do some work at home when Gavin knocked on your door. He held his coffee in one hand and your favorite tea in the other as he smiled seeing the look of excitement on your face. The both of you tried to make breakfast, then you ordered some breakfast takeout as Gavin was busy scraping the burnt eggs, or what was left of them, out of the pan and into the bin.

After you were done ordering, you reached past him to put the phone back in it’s holder and he stole a look at you with a warm expression.

“Hey, MC?”

“Yeah?”

He shyly opened his arms wide, inviting you for a hug and you gladly accepted. You held each other tight, you took in each other’s scent, and you cherished the warmth of each other’s bodies.

“Mmm, I could stay like this forever,” you said with your face pressed against his chest. He was glad you couldn’t see just how much that sentence made him blush, he was more pink than the cherry blossoms outside. Through his moment of fluster he replied,

“M-me too,” with a sweet smile brushed on his chiseled features.

Neither of you were looking at each other’s face but you could tell that you were both smiling wide, so happy to just be together in this moment. Unfortunately, though, the moment couldn’t last forever and you went out to grab the takeout. You were putting on your shoes and Gavin followed behind you,

“Here, lock the door for me, please.” you said, tossing him your house keys as you walked onto your porch.

You took a deep breath of the wonderful spring time air and then BANG BANG BANG. That was all you heard before you fell to the ground in immense pain. There had been a shootout in your neighborhood, most likely SWAN coming for you, but you hadn’t the time to think it over. The pain and throbbing of your heart soon overtook your thoughts as you clutched your waist. You writhed on the ground in agony. Gavin rushed out of your apartment as soon as he heard the noise. A man who was dressed in all black put the gun in a paper bag and threw it away. Gavin heard no other noise than your hitching breaths, he didn’t hear any of the pedestrians calling the police and ambulance. He couldn’t see the people walking right in front of him and frantically checking if you were okay. The delicate glass world he built with you shattered around him as he ran straight to you, pushing people out of the way to be by your side.

“G-Gavin,” you struggled to get the words out as he frantically took off his shirt and began tying it around your abdomen and yelling at you to apply pressure, apply pressure, apply pressure. You could barely feel his hands over your own as he helped you hold the wound. You tried to lift yourself and he took you in his arms, laying you back down,

“N-no stay down okay? You just need to focus on breathing and don’t move, okay?” He choked the tears back as he looked down at you. He gently placed his forehead on your shoulder, squeezing it tight. The smell of your perfume was now mixed with blood and the warmth he cherished earlier was now leaving you. He spoke again to keep your attention on what was happening around you,

“Hey, do y-you remember when I was going on that l-long mission a-and you said to me ‘if you die I’m gonna kill you’? Well, t-the same goes for you, MC, so you- you have to be okay o-or else I’ll be mad at you.”

His voice was trembling as a painful grimace of bittersweet remembrance was covered in the salty tears coming from his eyes. He thought all of the times he’d been there to protect you, yet, this time, he couldn’t. He couldn’t contain his own agony anymore and began crying in heaving breaths and gasps for air. He sobbed into the blood stained white and blue striped shirt that you always wore. How could he be so useless as you lay there bleeding out in his arms? How could he not have been there to protect you? His throat and eyes burned from his cries, but he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. The second you got hurt was the second he felt like he’d been ripped in two. Seeing you like this, seeing you in so much pain, it broke him.

Your consciousness was slipping away, spurts of black dots spreading across your vision. Tears streamed from Gavin’s eyes as he lifted his head to look into yours, the tears falling on your cheek and mixing with your own as he clutched you. With the sound of sirens and flashing lights behind him, he whispered to you through his trembling lips,

“You’ll be okay, y-you have to be okay.” The last thing you saw was Gavin’s face as your world faded to black. Gavin’s cries grew more intense as you fell limp in his grip. The EMTs practically had to tear him away from you as they loaded you into the ambulance. With one hand wiping his tears away and the other gripping yours, time moved in slow motion for Gavin as you were driven to the emergency room. He didn’t know if he believed in a god, but he was still praying to one that you would be okay. You had to be okay.

You woke up to a bright white light filling your vision. You soon figured out that it was the ceiling of a hospital room, and you, thankfully, didn’t just croak and go to Heaven. You groggily moved your head and brought up your arms to rub your eyes, but you were stopped by Gavin’s hand still firmly gripping yours. He laid there asleep, tear stains on the bed. Normally, he would’ve looked peaceful, but now, he slept with a look of despair that seemed to be permanently etched into his features. His amber eyes slowly opened, he expected to see you still asleep as you had been for days. When he saw that you were awake and looking at him, he jumped up and a look of utter disbelief crossed him.

“MC?”

He said it as if he were determining if this moment was a dream. You smiled at him gently and he lunged forward to embrace you. He squeezed you tightly, his hands were shaking and out came another flood of emotion. He couldn’t believe you’d made it out okay. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you there with him again. He nuzzled his head on your shoulder, the same shoulder he remembered crying on, but now you were warm again, you were okay again, he could feel the pulse in your neck and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

You chuckled at this, he was never so openly affectionate. Thinking upon why he was so openly affectionate now, though, made that happy mood fade away entirely. He let go of you and sat back down next to you. He looked over you worriedly, his head dropped into his hands.

“I’m sorry…”

“Gavin, don’t say that, it’s not your-”

“It is my fault,” he said, “I wasn’t there to protect you, I- I wasn’t there to-”

“Gavin, shhhhhhh.”

You put your hand on his arm and looked at him, there was pain swirling in both his and your eyes. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to think about everything that happened. Naturally, you were scared to think about it, but having him there seemed to comfort those thoughts, his presence always made you feel safe and you would never blame him for any of this, so how could he blame himself?

“Hey, look at me,” you said, “look at me, I’ll be okay, I will.”

This reassurance made him feel better, to see you moving and hearing your voice again lit up the happiness he’d forgotten about in such a short time. He put his hand on yours, a physical representation of his want for you to never leave him again.

With a gentle smile you spoke again,

“Since I’m okay now, does that mean you’re not mad at me?”

He started laughing, how could you be so wonderful? He almost forgot how to laugh or smile in the days you were unconscious, but immediately, you brought back the light you had given him when you two met, when he saw you for the first time and offered his coat to shield you from the rain. He thought about something he wanted to say then and something he needed to say now.

“Um, MC, I was going to tell you this that day, and I never got the chance, and I-I…”

He sighed and brushed his hair away from his face, looking to the ground, he said,

“I love you, you know that?”

You tried to lift yourself up to kiss his cheek, but you winced in pain and grabbed the bandages that were wrapped around you. He laid you back down softly and brushed the hair from your face. When he started to move away you pulled him in an embrace,

“I knew that,” you whispered in his ear, “but thank you for saying it out loud.” There you were, making him blush like mad yet again.

Resting your head on his shoulder as you held him and he held you said quietly, as if sharing a precious secret, “I love you too.”

You held each other and for the first time in what seemed like ages, both Gavin and you peacefully slept, coddled in each other’s arms as the day faded away.

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chikoriita · 5 years

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Break Time

Kairi and Axel have been hard at work to catch up with the other Keyblade wielders. Merlin decides to reward them for their work. Nothing could possibly go wrong!

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Kairi huffed and drew back her keyblade. “I think I won that one, Axel.” She smirked at her opponent.

He heaved a breath, bent over his own blade. “No fair. I have this heavy coat working against me.”

She laughed and wiped the sweat off her brow. “The Good Fairies made clothes for you too. It’s not my fault you don’t wear them.” She pointed out.

“It’s not my style. Got it memorized?”

They stood around poking fun at each other when Merlin approached them.

“You two are excelling marvelously! I say this calls for a reward.”

Axel’s eyes sparkled. “Ice cream?” Kairi elbowed him. It was always ice cream on his mind. Sea salt or nothing.

Merlin tugged his beard. “You two have enough of that. How about some tea?”

Kairi tilted her head. “Tea?”

“Tea is so boring!” Axel scoffed. “How is that a reward?”

“Tea is not simply a drink to imbibe, dear students!” He cried with a flourish of his arms. “Archimedes!” he called out to the owl. “Come here!”

Kairi giggled. She loved the grumpy little bird, and while he refused to say it, he enjoyed their company. Well, Kairi’s at the least. Axel, on the hand, relished using Archimedes as target practice. Merlin only encouraged that behavior.

“After all, the elemental heartless will bob and weave in a similar fashion!” Merlin reasoned as Archimedes dodged spurts of fire.

“For the last time, I am not a heartless!” The owl answered angrily.

Axel took pleasure in taunting Archimedes when he got mouthy. His magic was no match for Kairi’s innate power, but he could still aim and singe feathers if he wished. He only had to summon his keyblade for him to cower on Kairi’s shoulder.

Archimedes poked his head out of his tree nook. “Oh no, I am done with you and your shenanigans! I refuse. I’m only here because I live in your carpet bag,” He huffed. “I am staying in here.”

The old wizard circled his wand and pulled Archimedes out of the hole. “This is an emergency! These children, they’ve never had tea!” Merlin gasped.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” He countered, crossing his arms. The effect was diminished by his hanging upside down in midair.

Axel nudged Kairi’s shoulder. “We could make a disappearing act,” he stage whispered.

“I can hear you,” Archimedes hooted. Axel raised a brow in challenge and summoned his keyblade.

“I told him! I told him that I was much too old to deal with children anymore. Wasn’t Wart enough of a hassle?” He muttered angrily.

Merlin broke in between the two and announced, “No more distractions! It is tea time!” He waved his wand once more and whirled the four of them around. Kairi floated on the sparkles surrounding her and giggled. Axel was not enjoying the experience nearly as much.

“Stop spinning us around, you old coot!” he gagged as they came to a standstill. Kairi patted him on the shoulder as they settled down.

“Now, I have picked the perfect brew for you. One day, when I was passing through Agrabah, the young sultan gave me a sachet of his favorite combination.” With another wave of his wand, Merlin summoned a steaming pink teapot.

A fragrant smell wafted out of the spout. Kairi took a large whiff and sighed. It was beautiful. Merlin was about to pour out the tea when three streaks in red, blue, and green landed in front of them. One one group traveled in such style.

Axel groaned. Kairi resisted the same urge. She adored the three fairies, but wherever they went, a fight no doubt followed. The three fairies barely got along on even the best day. Today, they stood in front of them, frowning.

“Are you having tea without us Merlin?” Fauna, the green fairy, asked gently.

“Did you forget that we were coming, you old-” Merryweather started when Flora nudged her.

“What Merryweather is trying to say is that you know we enjoy a good cuppa as well.”

Kairi lifted the pot. “You are free to join us. Merlin brought us a pot.”

The three fairies gasped in horror. “Just a pot? What kind of tea is this?” Flora gasped.

Merryweather turned away. “Not even jam or a single crumpet?”

Poor Fauna was close to tears. “You can’t have a tea without little cakes!”

Kairi and Axel glanced at each other. Merlin hadn’t mentioned any of this earlier. Maybe that’s why Archimedes was in such a mood.

Merlin sputtered, “I will admit, I forgot our appointment but I was simply rewarding our trainees for their hard work.”

“With no treats? It’s the best part of tea!” Flora insisted.

“Master Yen Sid always had a proper spread,” Merryweather grumbled.

“Don’t worry, my dear. We will take care of everything,” Fauna reassured the group. Before Merlin could argue, the three fairies waved their wands and shouted commands.

“Cakes!” shouted Fauna who summoned a plate of petit fours.

“Crumpets!” Flora squealed.

“Blueberry jam!” Merryweather exclaimed and brought forth a jar.

Her words stopped Flora in her tracks. “Who has blueberry jam with crumpets?” She scolded. “Strawberry is the only way to enjoy tea!” She summoned a jar of strawberry jam.

“Blueberry!”

“Strawberry!”

“Blue.” Merry’s voice escalated.

“Pink.” Flora’s matched hers.

Oh no, not this argument again. Kairi knew this wouldn’t end well. “We all enjoy different kinds of jams and jellies,” she tried to reconcile between them.

“Blue!” Merryweather knocked over the plate of petit fours.

“Pink!” Flora flung the teapot off the table. Merlin deftly caught it before it shattered, but not before the tea spilled all over his robes.

Merryweather scrunched her face, pointed her wand and shouted once more! “Blue!”

Kairi saw the next few moments in slow motion. First, Flora ducked Merryweather’s blast. Second, so did Merlin. Third, Archimedes. That left only her in the way of the blast. She dodge rolled out of the way. Whew! Safe and sound. She jumped up and found herself without an inch of blue. “Awesome!”

“You better be speaking for yourself.” Axel growled from beside her. She turned to find herself face to face with an angry, bristling Axel. Axel with blue hair. “I hate tea time.”

—

No less than an hour later, Merryweather withdrew the blue from Axel’s hair and they cleaned up their mess.

Kairi slumped against one of the trees with Archimedes napping in his knoll above her. This was some reward. Merlin disappeared soon after the clean up began, off to who knows where.

“Let’s never do this again. Tea is now off limits as any reward.” Axel hunched over his knee.

“Ah young Axel, do not underestimate the power of tea. Just as Keyblade wielders, it can come in many different forms,” Merlin announced as he appeared in a flash. He carried a drink holder with three plastic cups with various colored drinks and straws.

“What is that?” Kairi asked leaning toward the wizard.

He offered her the drink and summoned up the table once more. “As an all powerful wizard, I have been to many worlds. This was a recent discovery of mine. Bubble tea!”

He passed a cup to Axel. He lifted it up and stared at it. “I’m assuming the bubbles are those orbs at the bottom.”

Kairi took a sip and sucked up a few of the bubbles. They were chewy and sweet. “This is delightful!”

Axel followed suit. “Not half bad. It’s no sea salt ice cream, but if you bring me tea like this, I’ll take it.” He raised his cup in a toast.

Kairi knocked her cup against his and Merlin’s. “Cheers!”

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